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Cirque - Part 2

2007-02-02T19:27:24Z

Hand-in-hand, the walked into deeper water, until Sadie couldn’t walk any further, and swam next to Zee, in the direction of the beaver dam and the other side of the cirque. The water was still as clear as crystal; she could see the bottom where smooth stones sprinkled the gravel like nuts on a sundae, and waving seaweed beckoned them with long fingers. Every few minutes, the pair would pause, coming together in a crashing embrace, kissing, their hands exploring one another before breaking apart out of fear for exploding right there, in the middle of the lake.

As they got closer to the dam, Zee began to veer to the right, toward a pile of boulders jutting out of the water which Sadie hadn’t really noticed when she’d been looking out over the horizon. She couldn’t feel the cold; all she could think about was where Zee was taking her and when she might taste his lips again, feel his chest, or drive him as wild as he was driving her. She felt her sex pulsing, throbbing to match the heartbeat she continued to hear in her mind, the heart beat that belonged to him. It was all she could do to stop from thrusting her hips forward in time, grinding against nothing, searching and calling for him to come to her. She had to make do with the touch of his hand.

At the boulders, Zee took her by the forearm, and pulled her up onto a flat rock, similar to the one they’d had lunch on, except made entirely of limestone. The surface was smooth, warmed by the sun, and white except… streaked with gold and silver ribbons that glittered in the sunlight. She knelt with him, waiting for him to take her in his arms.

“This place is some where I’ve never taken anyone” he said, his voice still husky and desperate, his eyes once again caught in hers. “I wanted you to see it. It’s one of the most beautiful things that I’ve ever seen. That is, until I met you.”

With these words, he reached for her and she leaned toward him, into his embrace, resting her head against the wet fabric of his shirt and wrapping her arms around his waist. She felt his hand, warm and big and masculine, against the back of her head, stroking her soaked hair, and then gripping gently at the base of her pony tail to encourage her to tilt her chin up to face him. His eyes, deep brown with flecks of green like the bottom of a river bed, swallowed her up and so when he leaned down, his hand still cradling her head, lowering her gently to the platform-bed, her thoughts were completely engulfed with those eyes, the sound of the water beneath them, and the taste of his lips against hers.

A shiver danced through her body, raising the hairs on her arms, as he lowered his chest against hers, his free hand massaging her breast through the wet cotton of her bra, rolling her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger as though trying to create a perfect sphere. She pressed her tongue into his mouth, her own hands sliding along his back, then down his sides where she drew aside the cotton over-shirt and slipped her fingers between his tank top and his skin. She gripped his sides, kissing him wildly, pulling him closer against her as though somehow she could make them one person instead of two. A soft moan escaped her lips against his.

He growled back against her, rolling onto his back and taking her with him, so that she was in seconds on top of him, straddling his hips and hands against his shoulders. He smiled up at her mischievously, his hands resting gently on her hips and stroking down her thighs lazily. “Now this is a view I could get to like,” he said, watching her through his eyelashes. “Although you’d be a lot warmer out of those wet things.”

Sadie grinned back at him, eyes twinkling, and stretched her arms over her head slowly, leaning forward slightly to press her weight in a grinding fashion against his hips, then pulled her bra over her head, releasing soft, white breasts and pert, pink nipples into full view. The hot sun caused water to bead against her skin, and as she let the bra drop to one side of them, she ran a hand through her hair, sprinkling him with water. Her hands returned to his shoulders, pressing him gently, preventing him from sitting up and taking advantage of the newly available treats in front of him. “You’re right,” she said breathily, leaning closer to his face and nibbling his lower lip before finishing, “I’m much warmer now.”

Zee’s hands, still at her hips, reached around to cradle her ass, and then slide up her lower back and her sides. She could see the mischief leaving his eyes in favor of a hungry look, and rocked her body against his in slow, pressing motions, feeling her sex rub against the thick ridge of his erection through their clothes. Her head dropped to the side of his face, kissing his neck gently as she moved against him, moving up toward his left ear which she sucked on and nibbled up the cartilage, letting warm breath wash over him, letting him feel the increase in her own pulse.

Big hands, slightly calloused from play outdoors, took both of her breasts and massaged them grabbing, releasing, and kneading her, and she felt Zee’s hips start to raise to meet hers as she rubbed against him. A gasp came from deep within her, forcing her to release his ear and she raised her head to meet his gaze. For a moment, all she could do was watch his handsome face, feeling the warm wash of pleasure that he was creating in her, and then she swooped down on him and kissed him again madly, with complete abandon, her lips open and available to him, her tongue reaching for kiss, tracing along his teeth, and tempting him back into her mouth.

Overwhelmed with feelings, knowing she needed to be in more control, feeling as though at any moment Zee could cause her to catch fire, Sadie began to slide down his body, forcing their mouths apart, and his hands to release her breasts. She felt his hands reaching for her, his heart beating against her chest, but she continued to slide until she was kneeling between his legs, her hands at his waist and a wide smile across her lips. She could feel her pussy pulsing, the excitement of being outside with this incredible man, basking in the sun on the beauty of the limestone, alone and exposed all at the same time, titillating her and keeping her keenly aware of her body.

Sadie gently drew her hands over his clothed cock, then back up to his waist band where she unbuttoned the fly of his shorts and unzipped them deftly. She heard a sharp intake of breath from Zee as she did this, and saw that he’d given up on reaching her, instead tucking his hands behind his head, as though to tell her she had full reign over his body. She smiled up at him again, then pulled, hard, at the legs of his shorts to bring them down from his hips and revealing his dick, hard and moist at the tip. Gripping it at the base, and feeling him groan as her skin touched his, she leaned toward him and let the end of her tongue trace along the precum, as though licking a lollipop, watching his eyes and his mouth as he bit his lip watching her back.

“And here I thought I was the one to get a lesson,” she said cheekily, and she closed her lips over the head of his cock, wrapping her tongue around it and sucking gently, letting her hand slide up and down the shaft and reaching with her other, free hand to caress his balls. She released his penis, then, forming a tight ‘o’ with her lips, she pressed down on him, taking his entire length into her mouth, his body pressed against her face as his dick hit against the back of her mouth. She raised her head, sliding up his shaft, circling around his cock with her tongue in a candy-stripe until reaching the tip and then quickly sliding back down again so that he hit against her throat.

Her hand massaged his balls gently as her head bobbed up and down, her tongue licking and circling him, tasting the saltiness of his skin and smelling the heat of his body and the sun and the lake water. His hips began to move against her, rhythmically meeting her face and she felt his hands, which had found their way from beneath his head to her shoulders, and were gripping her tight.

“You … you don’t need lessons…” he groaned, bucking with what seemed to be an especially powerful wave of sensation as it coursed through his body. His hands released her, gripping for a hold on the rock, then grabbed at her again. He had shrugged out of his over-shirt, and wore only the thin cotton tank-top, which clung to his chest and belly, revealing a little hair at the neck and where his stomach led to his cock. “Oh, man, I…” he murmured, unable to speak clearly, as her pace quickened. She released his balls, holding his hips with both hands to help him feel steadier, sucking a little harder to create a tighter space for him. At the same time, she pressed her own body against his, her breasts against his testicles, soft and warm. At the touch of her skin, she heard him gasp and moan softly, under his breath.

Soon, she felt his cock start to straighten further, as though it would break with the effort to reach the sky, and she knew he was close to orgasm. For a moment, she considered letting him cum, tasting him, and giving him that release, here in the sunshine with the birds chirping and the water lapping up at their stone. She wanted to know the feeling of his excitement, to make him see how amazing she thought he was, but, selfishness overwhelmed her further, as she lusted after the feeling that cock could raise in her. She slowed her pace to a crawl, grasping the base and kissing and circling the sensitive head with a flat tongue, smiling as she watched him twitch and spasm with desire. She let the tip ride the ridge along the back of it, tracing wordless letters on his skin, her eyes closing as she breathed in his scent and felt the strong pulse of his heart in her mouth.

Slowly, she noticed him begin to sit up, his hands taking her shoulders and pulling her bodily toward him, kissing her forehead, then her nose and her eyelids, and then her mouth, gently, slowing her, wrapping his arms around her. Warm against her skin, his arms strong and close, more than anything she wanted to shimmy out of her own clothes and against every inch of him. Sadie’s hands went to the button on her shorts as she kissed Zee, unclasping and removing the last pieces of wet cloth that prevented her from pressing herself against him.

She was barely able to wriggle free of the wet fabric and toss it aside, location unknown, before she felt him lift her onto his lap, her legs drawn to him to let her straddle his waist. Against her throbbing sex, sensitive and cleanly shaven, she could feel his cock hungrily pressing against her, even as his hands distracted her with their gentle massage at the small of her back and down her ass. She gripped his shoulders, staring deep into his eyes, biting her lip to keep from pressing her mouth, her breasts, her stomach, and every free part of her against him.

“Zee…” she whispered through her teeth, eyes closing to help her concentrate on the words when she could barely stop the trills of excitement she felt with every shift of his hips. “This place is amazing, and you’re amazing, and I don’t know what I’m doing here or why but I know that…”

A broad finger pressed against her lip where she was biting, stopping her from talking, and she opened her eyes to see him smiling at her. He leaned toward her face, finger still pressed firmly to her lips as his other hand gripped her tightly and pulled her even closer against him. Gently, wordlessly, he kissed her nose, then her eyelids; she felt the warmth of his breath and for a moment she thought she might melt into a puddle in his lap. His head tilted slightly, sliding down her left cheek to her ear, where he whispered back, “Passing stranger! you do not know How longingly I look upon you.”

With this cryptic phrase, he kissed her ear fondly, and continued down her neck slowly, fluidly, as though tracing an invisible line from that whispered kiss along a serpentine curve to the top of her breast. Sadie could do nothing; she felt completely captured by him and his words and his kisses. Her mind spun with the beauty of the day and the place they shared and the moment itself, but her body took over for her, reminding her with hot, nimble fingers of the lust he awoke deep inside her core.

Head tilting back, her hips pressed against his further, the slick wetness of her pussy mingling with his precum and water from their skin. As his mouth made its way to her nipple, her hands slid to his hips and she cried out as he took the little pink bud between his lips and sucked against it. Desperation beginning to fill her, she scooted her legs from around him so that she could kneel on either side of his lap and better arrange herself over him. As the top of her sex grazed the head of his cock, she felt him shiver and pause in his kissing.

Her breath felt ragged. “Okay?” she asked, hands shifting back to his shoulders, rubbing the back of his neck, doing anything to distract her from the pulse between her legs that seemed as though it would never stop.

A wide smile crossed Zee’s face, as he lifted his head from her nipple and looked her in the eye; he pulled her down slowly, guiding her as she pressed her hot, wet, pussy lips around his throbbing cock. His hands at her ribs, he controlled her pace forcing her to spend long, delicious, torturing moments wrapping around him. She felt herself shiver with pleasure, and could not stop the soft moan escaping her lips as circles of pink, soft delight spread from her sex to the rest of her body.

She rocked against him, twisting slightly as she did so, capturing him more deeply than before, smiling as she watched him gasp and twitch against her. His hands still on her ribs to steady her, she began to kneel up, lifting herself up off of his penis, sliding along his length as slowly as she had arrived, and then knelt down against him again, rocking forward. As she leaned against his chest, she kissed him deeply on the mouth.

Sadie couldn’t think anymore, not in the normal, clearly registered thoughts that she was so used to. Her mind was awash in taste and color and texture; pounding in her brain was the sound of Zee’s gasps and moans and it was all she could do not to knock him off of their rock. She began to quicken her pace, kneel-standing until almost leaving his lap, only to return and rock in a faster and faster succession and she lost track of the romance of the moment and completely turned to the passion she felt… she wanted him to take her completely.

Hands clawed against his back and she nipped at his shoulder encouragingly as she lifted and rocked, her breasts bouncing in front of him like soft, pink, targets for him to capture and tame. The pink circles had been replaced with hot, raw, red need, and she rode him hard, gasping with each closer step towards her own orgasm.

He bucked back at her, his face reddening with effort to keep himself under control. Her body was hypnotic; soft curves dancing hypnotically in front of him, her tight, wet little pussy clamping onto him as though there was nothing else she could ever want, and her cute little ass bouncing against his lap made him want to cream right there, but he wanted it to last… dear God, he wanted it to last. He’d made it through that incredible blow job… he wanted to see more, experience more.

Her head tilted back, long sandy hair shaking out behind her like a lion, and when she looked back at him, it was with wicked, mischievous eyes. “Wait,” she said, and she slowed her bounce to let him catch his breath. In a quick movement, she was off of his cock and in front of him, kneeling on all fours, her ass in the air so that he had a full view of every juicy morsel between her legs. “Take me,” she said simply, turning to face him and winking.

Zee placed a hand on either of her ass cheeks, pressing his cock back into her pussy, and thrusting hard, without waiting. He heard a gasp and a cry, then felt her body greet him with its tight, wet embrace. From this position, Zee could set pace; his hands moved around from her ass to hug around her waist as he began slowly. With each stroke, he pressed himself as deeply inside of Sadie as he could, then pulled almost completely out, driving her wild again with her desire for him.

“Please, Zee,” she said softly, her voice pleading and her eyes large. “I don’t know how much more I can stand.”

He thrust into her as she spoke, and she moaned, her hands unconsciously trying to grip against the smooth rock.

“Please Zee!” she said, louder this time, not even bothering to look back. “Please take me.”

He pulled out slowly, torturously, moving one hand to her clitoris, which he rubbed in a circle with the pad of his pointer finger. Still wordless, he kept his cock motionless, waiting just barely penetrating her.

A loud moan escaped Sadie, her body shaking from desire, and he felt the muscles of her sex gripping against him as though she could pull him back with those motions alone. “PLEASE!” She nearly yelled this time, again not looking at him.

In a fluid motion, he thrust into her hard, returning his hand to stroke along her thigh as he felt rivers of passion flowing through him, ready to break his own resolve. He couldn’t manage this much longer. He slid back again, drawing a deep and ragged breath.

Sadie’s whole body tensed as he pulled back from her, expecting his hand to slip back to her clitoris, to further tease her as he rested. She was not disappointed; he dipped a finger into the honeyed moisture of her pussy and flicked it over her clit again, this time tracing figure eights with the flat, smooth pad of his finger.

“ZEE! TAKE ME! PLEASE!!! NOW!!!” She screamed. The sound rang out through the clearing, echoing off the lake, and Zee could hear birds scatter like buckshot into the woods surrounding them. He smiled, and his hand returned to her hips.

His hips began to buck. No longer controlling the need and desire that ran through is cock, teased and tortured by the tight, wet, delicious pussy gripping him, he slammed into her as hard and fast as he could, and he could feel her coming to meet him, as though by crashing together in a hot, sweaty mass they would somehow become one, single person.

Tension built behind his dick, his balls rising against his body, and he could feel the white-electricity of an orgasm begin to build at his base. A heavy grunt came from deep in his throat as he rode her hard, and felt the pulses of her orgasm grip him to bring him to his own. Lightning seemed to shoot from his body and into hers, creating a circuit that scattered across their skin, hair, lips, and bodies, shaking them both to the core of their bodies. In the back of his mind, he could hear her screaming as the same wave of pleasure that tore through his body made fast work of hers.

Together they collapsed on the smooth, white rock. Together they slid, holding one another gently, into the icy-cold water of the lake. When they released each other and bobbed to the top, each floated on the surface for long moments, reveling in the heat of their sex, the sunshine on their bodies, and the chill of the water. Sadie’s hair billowed around her like seaweed; Zee dove to the bottom of the lake and pushed off in a rush of excitement and energy.

They climbed back onto the rock, naked and happy, staring at one another. For a few minutes, neither said anything; Zee took Sadie by the hand, and they simply looked out over the water, watching the stillness reclaim the intensity that they had created briefly in that space.

Zee leaned back and laid flat on the rock, sunbathing, drying off. Sadie lay with him, her head on his belly, her face turned to face him. “That was quite a lesson,” she said coyly, smiling up at him, her hand still holding his.

Zee laughed, shaking his head slightly. “I think that, my dear, was a lesson for the cirque. You and I obviously knew exactly what we were doing.”

Cirque - Part 1

2007-01-31T19:07:28Z

Dappled sunshine peeked out through the green, scalloped leaves, creating dancing patterns on the soft dirt and twigs along the shore. The wind barely moved the air; she could smell the thick, heady scent of must and soil from where the soles of her hiking boots caught looser patches, turning up grubs, grass and wet terrain. Her heel slid slightly in a muddier slick, down towards the water, and she laughed to herself, throwing her arms up into the air to regain her balance before bending down to remove her shoes.

A crisp, simple trill followed by a faint warble comes from the high-branches of the trees above her head, and she pauses in her work to look up and watch the snowbird perched nearby. Its head almost black, with gray on its breast like a vest over a white shirt-underbelly and slate-gray wings, she smiled up at it happily. “A little late in the season for you, dear one,” she said with a yank of her boot, pulling it from her foot and tossing it to the side of her, near her pack and poles.

She eyed the water, sparkling at her teasingly, and wiped the spare strands of hair from her face where they had come free from her pony tail. The hike into the deep woods had been tough, and she was warm, but as promised by the guide back in town, it was well worth it for the quiet she found here. She peeled off her sock, tucking it into the matching boot, and then lowered her foot down into the soft earth. She felt it give slightly beneath her, and smiled again.

A second call from her bird friend broke her from her daze, and she went to work on the second boot, continuing to talk to him as though expecting him to respond. “You know, this little pool here, Snap, it has been here since the glaciers moved south on their melt,” she said conversationally, yanking the second boot from her foot, and nearly falling over in the process. “The ice moved and as it did, it picked up rock and debris from its sides, the bottoms of valleys, and rocks that fell on top of it. Then it melted. So stuff moved, lakes formed, and over a long time, the movement sort of scraped the land into what you’re living in.”

She looked up at the bird, which looked down at her and warbled again. “You’re not interested, are you?” The second boot tossed next to the first, she peeled off the second sock and stuffed it into its home.

With that, she stood straight, stretching, looking out over the water in front of her. The little cirque glistened at her in temptation, tall pine trees lining the opposite banks of the bowl and a distant pile of brown debris that she could almost make out as a dam of some sort. At the shore, the soft black dirt gave way to rounded stones and smooth pebbles, gravely fragments left behind by the moving ice thousands and thousands of years ago. The sunshine sparkled. Snap trilled down to her. She couldn’t resist the call of the water any longer.

Raising her arms above her head, she pulled her soft, green cotton t-shirt up and over her hair, creating a puff of fly-aways, followed by the white long-sleeved silk liner. The motionless air of the clearing kissed her skin, cool and refreshing; she felt her nipples rise in response and laughed, her head coming back. She was thankful for the foresight to wear a black sports bra; nothing too telling, to startle poor Snap.

Her hands went to the button of her shorts, when she heard more rustling behind her. She stopped, turning, and saw a tall man approaching her, seemingly alone, carrying a one-man kayak and wearing a camel-pack on his back.

His dark hair was wet with sweat from the effort of climbing to the cirque; his eyes hidden by sunglasses, she could not see his expression, but tanned skin suggested that he was accustomed to the outdoors. On his chest, he wore a light-weight button up shirt over a thin tank top to protect his skin from sun and the rubbing of the kayak; on his legs, he wore water-resistant hiking shorts and dual-purpose river shoes. His shoulders were broad and as he nearly a foot taller than she, it made her nervous to see him approach so quickly.

“Hello?” she said, her hand going to her pocket where she kept her utility knife.

The man stopped, raising his sunglasses to rest on top of his head so that he could see her properly. He propped the end of the kayak against him, laying the opposite end on the ground to rest. “Hey there,” he replied, sucking on his camel pack. “What’s up?”

“I wasn’t expecting company up here,” she said slowly, her hand not moving from her knife.

The man nodded, his eyes off of her and onto the water, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Yeah,” he said, “Its one of those places that you don’t go to see crowds. I’m guessing you must have charmed Rick into telling you about it.”

“Rick?”

“Yeah, he works down at Pelee Inn, as the hike-master. He doesn’t usually let people come up here though,” He reached into one pocket, and she froze, hand pulling the knife from her own hiding place.

“Whoa, settle down hon!” He drew out a pair of waterproof gloves, tossing them on the ground between them for her to see. “He’s my brother. We’re the only two who ever come up here. It’s a dangerous hike, and it’s too nice to see tourists ruin it. So, you must have really charmed the socks off of him.”

She blushed, lowering her hand so that the knife was no longer brandished at him. “We just chatted a bit. I was telling him about this hike I did when I was in Little Cayman through the jungle, when I nearly picked up a snake to make a walking stick, and I think he felt sorry for me after that.” She giggled at herself, still blushing.

He knelt, eyes still on her and the knife, picking up his gloves. “Well, whatever you did, it worked. And you’re here now. You planning on hiking the circle, because honestly hon, it’s gonna be some rough terrain. Lotsa gravel; you’re gonna slip and get wet or hurt. Not enough of a trail to make it worth it.”

“I was actually thinking of swimming over to the dam across the way,” she replied, knife returning to her pocket as she expressed her plan to someone other than herself and Snap. “The scenery here is beautiful, and the water should be warm enough that I can make it before I get too cold… I’m guessing around 70 degrees, which is completely manageable for short periods of time. It’s clear, too, so I can see that there’s nothing like glass or metal to worry about cutting myself on. And …”

She stopped, noticing that he was staring at her, mouth hanging open. “What?”

“You were gonna swim in the cirque?”

“Sure. I love swimming. I’m good at it. And I can always pull myself out and warm up on a rock; the sun’s warm enough.” She shrugged. “Why?”

“No wonder he fell in love with you.”

She blushed again, this time raising an eyebrow and rubbing her hand over her frizzy pony-tail unthinkingly. “Yeah, my tolerance for cold water in the pursuit of new places is pretty amazing,” she quipped.

The man laughed, his dark brown eyes glittering as he watched her discomfort, then took a firmer grip on his kayak. “Well, don’t let me stop you. I’m not here for a swim, but I’ll be joining you in the water anyway, if you don’t mind too much.”

“Do you need a hand getting into the water?”

“Nah, it’s actually harder with someone else bracing. I always end up wetter when I’ve got another person involved,” as he said this, he smiled to himself, and let his sunglasses slide back down his face onto the bridge of his nose, disguising his eyes once more.
She laughed, and then stood back from the open area where she had been intending to enter the water herself. “I’ll let you slide in first,” she said, kneeling down to her pack to dig out a snack while she waited. “That way I don’t risk getting in the way of your equipment.”

“Dangerous as my equipment might be, hon, I think I can handle keeping an eye on it and you, but, if you want to wait, that’s fine too.” He set the kayak level, so that its nose dipped about a third into the water, then reached deep into the hull from which he pulled a double-sided paddle. He set this next to the boat, one hand still holding it steady, and sucked again on his camel back.

Munching on her dried fruit and nuts mix, she moved closer again to the kayak. “It’s really nice. How much does it weigh?”

“A hell of a lot less than my canoe, I’ll tell you that,” he said as he reached back into the canoe, fishing around for something unseen. “The whole kit probably around 30 pounds, with the paddle and stuff riding around in it. Maybe a little more. This plastic-and-fiberglass stuff is the best; I was so incredibly stoked when I got it. Shit!”

“What’s up?”

“Oh, no big deal. Just lost my lunch.” He stopped grappling around inside of the kayak and straightened up, taking another drink from his pack. “It’ll be fine; I’m only doing a day, so, I should be okay.” At this, he patted his belly and laughed. “No danger here.”

“I think not, sailor,” she said, kneeling at her pack again, and grabbing another of the baggies of dried fruit and nuts she had packed, as well as a peanut butter sandwich. She stood, eyeing him up and down, pausing at his stomach, which was just as muscled as his shoulders, legs, and chest from being outdoors. “Here, take some of mine. I always pack extra in case I get lost. Part of exploring new terrain, I suppose; I never know where I’ll end up.”

He shook his head. “I just met you. I’m not taking your food.”

“So, you’ll just leave it here if I set it on your kayak and jump into the water then?” She set the baggie and the plastic-wrapped sandwich on the boat. “Besides, you have to trust me. Your brother loves me.” She winked at him, smiling.

He shook his head again, this time smiling at her. “I’ll trade you, how about that? I’ll take some of your food, but in return, you let me teach you how to kayak?”

She cocked her head, considering this. “Oh, sure, what the hell? If you turn out to be a serial killer, I’m screwed anyway, eh? May as well go out having learned something new and interesting, and with extra karma for sharing my peanut butter sandwiches.”

Laughing, the man extended his hand to her. “My name is Zee,” he said in introduction. “And you don’t need to worry about my being a serial killer… that’s why people come up here. We’re mostly harmless.”

“It’s the mostly that I’m worried about.” She smiled, and took his hand, shaking it. “My name is Sadie. You want to eat lunch before we jump into the water? I was just going to go, but, it occurs to me that I don’t know how waterproof my plastic wrap really is.”

“Sure. Let’s head back inland a little bit – there’s a flat rock where we can sit and munch and not worry about getting muddy until we actually want to be.” Zee pulled the kayak further up the bank, but left it and kept walking, away from the water and into the woods. In his hands, he had the sandwich and trail mix, his water pack still riding on his back.

Grabbing her pack and leaving her shoes, she followed behind him watching the world around her silently. Once again, her mind wandered to the beauty of these woods, and how quiet and calm it was. The warm sunshine continued to tickle her shoulders, and although Snap had flown away with all the noise that she and Z had made in their conversation, she could still hear him and his family in the distance, calling to one another. She took a deep breath and smelled the freshness; she could smell ferns, with their almost citrus-pine scent, mushrooms musty fragrance, and the clean green moss that climbed the trees around her. About 50 yards ahead of her, she saw Zee settling down on a long, flat rock. She saw strata through it, and as she got closer, saw the surface was slightly rough. She plopped down next to him, letting her pack slide off her shoulders.

“Slowpoke,” he said, his mouth full of peanut butter.

“You’re used to how quiet and pretty it is out here,” she said, taking another sandwich from her pack, this one, by the smell, appearing to be hummous and dried tomatoes. She took a bite, chewing and staring around her. “Its different here. It’s like there’s this green veil and everything is quieter, and you want to hear what the woods have to say.”

Drawing water from his camel pack, Zee raised his sunglasses again, staring at her face. “Sometimes its hard to remember, when you are spoiled for it. But you’re right, it is beautiful here. What made you decide to take the hike, anyway? It’s not an easy one. There are plenty of nice places you could have gone that would have been much more accessible.”

Licking one finger, Sadie thought for a moment, then replied, “Well, honestly, there was something in your brother’s eyes when he was describing it that made me want to come. I do a lot of trail walking back home, and I told him that the reason I didn’t like it as well as I love scuba diving is because I don’t get that same sense of seclusion. When I’m diving, there’s this incredible calm, quiet peace that washes over me. I have sort of felt it when I go hiking, but not really. He told me this place would do it. And there was this spark in his eyes that told me he was on the level, you know?”

“He should have told you when my days are for coming up here,” Zee said apologetically. “I think he’s probably right that you could have had that here too, if it weren’t for the company.” He took a big bite of his sandwich, as though to fill the void for what he was going to say next.

Sadie laughed. “I don’t regret the company. I like it. I’m glad I ran into you. There’s something satisfying about sharing your first time experiencing something wonderful with another person. It somehow makes it better… I can’t explain it. Snap just wasn’t doing it for me.”

“Snap?”

“The snowbird that I was talking to before you came by,” Sadie said, taking a drink from her own water bottle. “He was at the top of the trees where we were about to go into the water.”

Balling the plastic wrap of his sandwich and handing it to Sadie to put back in her pack, Zee shook his head. “Snow birds should be gone by now. They’re out of season – should be way north nesting. It’s too warm in June for them to be here.”

“That’s exactly what I told him, but he wasn’t concerned with my opinion, sadly. So tell me, what made you come up here today?”

“I come up here once a week or so… I love it here. It’s where I think. This time, I came up because I felt like I needed to be close to something. That feeling you described when you go diving… its sort of like that here for me. I feel connected and solid here. It’s just good.”

Sadie nodded, laying back to stare up into the branches and sunlight, her hands on her belly full of food and her eyes closed. “Your girlfriend must love it here. I can see why you’d think its good.”

“Nah, I don’t have a girlfriend right now, but, when I did, I didn’t bring her here. None of them have been really into the outdoors. More into girls’ stuff. You know… getting nails done and talking on the phone and going to the mall and that sort of thing.”

Sadie sat back up, laughing again. “I understand the concept, if not really comprehending why anyone would choose that over this place.” She stood up, pulling her pack back onto her back. “You ready to give me that lesson?”

“You bet,” Zee said, standing up and handing her the empty baggie from which he’d eaten all of the trail mix. “Thanks again for sharing with me. It was sweet of you.”

“Pfh,” grinned Sadie, taking down her hair and shaking it out into a blonde-brown cloud around her head before pulling it back up in a pony tail behind her again. “Its not sweet at all. I’m going to be getting free kayak lessons out of the deal and I got an excellent lunch date out of the deal. I think I’m coming out ahead on this bargain.”

That said, she turned on one dirty foot, and walked back toward the kayak, her eyes again on the flora around her. The sun was high in the sky now, and she felt warm despite the leaf-cover and the cool earth. She wished a breeze would come up; there were very few clothes she was going to be able to remove before becoming completely indecent and with another person in her midst, she didn’t want to cause problems.

At the kayak, she didn’t pause but instead continued to the lake bed, where she walked into the cold water. It bit at her ankles, turning her feet red, but she loved the feel of the smooth rock under her arches, and she giggled as she saw a tiny, minnow-like fish swim over and around her toes. Out in the water, she was completely exposed to the sun, which warmed her shoulders, back, and belly in wonderful contrast, and she spun with a huge smile on her face to look at her new friend. “It’s amazing!” she cried, hands on her hips.

“Well get back in here, and I’ll show you how to really see it then, eh?” he said, patting the nose of his kayak to motion her to where he held it steady.

She walked back to him and the shadows of the tree-banks, standing where the water met the earth to prevent her feet from getting grimy again. “Alright, captain,” she said, mock saluting as she did, “Now what?”

Zee offered her his hand. “Now you step into the kayak so we can get you situated. Step straight down, then crouch with your hands on either side of the entrance to keep the boat balanced, then let your feet slide in front of you as though you were tobogganing, eh?”

“Anything at all like sledding, sir?” she asked cheekily, taking his hand and placing one foot into the small opening of the kayak.

Leaning heavily against his shoulder for balance, she stepped the other foot into the kayak, and placed her left, unencumbered hand on the side. Grinning, she looked up at Zee, as if to say, “See? Easy! And you thought I needed instructions,” and then tried to release his hand to take the other side.

In doing so, Sadie completely set herself off-kilter. With a loud squeal, her hands let go of the sides of the kayak and wind milled for balance. She fell forward, out of the kayak, and into Zee’s arms bodily, grabbing around his neck for support and to stop herself falling completely into the water. Feet still stuck in the kayak, she hung between the boat and her new friend, laughing hysterically, her face red and unable to let him go.

“I’m sorry!” She giggled through laughing tears, still hanging onto Zee as if for dear life.

Wrapping his arms around her to provide her more support, he stepped closer to her, so as to let her stand up straighter and take on more of her own weight. Their chests pressed against one another, he laughed softly. “No, it’s okay. I could get used to this. Here, let’s try it this way.”

Not letting her go, he stepped one foot over the kayak, so that his legs straddled the boat, pinioning it in place and creating a steady direction for her. “Now, you should be able to just slide right in,” he said softly, arms still around her waist.

Slowly, giggles having subsided, Sadie let her arms relax a bit, sliding her hands down his shoulders and across his chest where they rested, palms down and fingers splayed. She looked up at him, green eyes staring through thick, dark lashes. “My hero,” she said softly back, continuing to press her chest torso, and hips against him tight. She bit her lip looking at him for a long moment, as though thinking.

“It’s okay, Sadie, you should be able to slide in without worrying about tipping,” Zee said again, his eyes locked on hers, his voice huskier than it had been minutes ago. “I’ll keep you safe.”

Sadie shook her head. “I think that I’ve already fallen,” she said a little uncertainly, “And I think its your fault.”

She leaned up to him; her head tilted slightly, a pink blush crossing her cheeks in contrast to her freckles. Her eyes were the sea itself, pale green circles inland, close to the pupil, and deep navy as you sailed out, into the endless ocean. The way they caught hold of Zee, it was as though he was caught in a whirlpool, unable to swim away. At the last second, those eyes closed and she kissed him softly, lips only slightly parted, soft and yielding to his.

The kiss, in Sadie’s mind, was peace and fireworks at once. She could sense the lake and the woods around her, still feel the warmth of the sun and Zee’s arms around her waist, still smell the pine and water, still see the distant beaver dam she’d spotted an eternity before. But the colors were more vibrant, the smells were more piquant, and the feelings seemed to dance across her skin in ways she’d never remembered feeling before. All the while, the sounds stopped. The peace washed over her, and all she could hear was the beat of Zee’s heart as he kissed her back.

Her hands slipped from his chest and around behind his waist, where she stroked up and down his back gently, continuing to just kiss him. She was lost in him; no compass, no maps, only the sound of his heart and the feel of his skin to lead her back. If she wanted to go back.

Strong arms grabbed her, sliding down her back to just beneath her ass, and lifting her onto hips where she could wrap her own legs around for balance. There was no end to the kiss, which it seemed never had a beginning and would never end. It was just another movement to make things the way that they were supposed to be. The pair moved together, kissing, not back into the woods but forward, into the water, where Sadie could feel it sizzle against the skin of her legs in sharp contrast to the sweet gentleness of Zee’s kiss.

Against her mouth, she felt words beginning to form. “I want to take you some place. Come with me?”

She couldn’t speak, but nodded against him. She heard his heart beat quicken, and a river of fire flooded through her as she tasted Zee’s tongue enter her mouth and begin to dance with her own. She felt him run along the inside of her upper lip with its tip, then dip deep into her mouth, searching for her tongue to dance again before retreating to nibble at the corner of her mouth.

Dizzied, she barely felt him lower her gently to his side in the water, taking her hand in his. “You need to swim with me. You sure that you can do it?” He looked at her, his eyes needy and lustful and loving all at once. Without waiting for an answer, he leaned in and kissed her again, as though he couldn’t wait, like an addict with a fix.

When the kiss broke, she whispered, “I can swim anywhere.”

A Night in the Park

2007-01-16T15:21:15Z

A black sky, inky and deep, opens up above us in a muted backdrop to the brilliant sparkling display of diamond dust and moon glow that casts shadows on our sleepy park. The sound of cicadas screaming their song through the night mingles with a light rustling of the first fallen leaves as a breeze shuffles them along the grass. I shift the blanket so that it is tighter around my shoulders, creating as much warmth in my cocoon as I can, before laying back and watching the show in the heavens, sighing happily.

"You're still shivering," he says, looking down at me and smiling, amused because in his summer-weight fleece and shorts he are perfectly comfortable.

I pause in taking in the beauty of the night sky to glare at him, half smiling despite myself. "I can't help it. Some of us are furnaces and some of us are not. You could help me out, you know."

He lays down beside me, putting one arm underneath his head and slipping the other one around me, pulling me close to him. I can smell his shampoo and the scent of his fabric softener, and the heat of his body makes me feel drowsy and happy all at once.

" I have been one acquainted with the night," he begins, his eyes focused as mine are, on the constellations above us. "I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light."

"Robert Frost," I reply quietly, snuggling against him a little closer, "I wish that it were still possible to do that. I outwalk the furthest city light. Can you imagine? To be able to set your feet to the ground and simply walk until you were no longer blasted by the noise and electricity and bitterness of Humanity?"

His arm circles around me, pulling me to my side so that I am forced to look at him.

"There are some pieces of humanity that I am perfectly content to watch forever. That I have no desire to out walk or to escape. You'll wait a long, long time for anything much, To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud. And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves. The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch, Nor strike out fire from each other nor crash out loud."

"Frost once more," I say, now propping myself up on an elbow so I can see you more carefully. "You have a romantic soul, dear one, to quote for me such beautiful poetry beneath these stars."

His voice is husky when he next speaks, and while I cannot see his eyes from behind the reflection of his glasses in the moonlight, I know they are darker, more wanting.

"What's wrong with you? I look at you and I find nothing in you but two eyes like all eyes," I whisper, sliding my head closer to yours so that my lips are within touch of your ear, "a mouth lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful, a body just like those that have slipped beneath my body without leaving any memory. "

He turns and faces me, and we are chest to chest, face to face, our legs intertwined like ivy in a fence. "Neruda," he whispers back, smiling now, his hands moving to my face and stroking my hair back gently. "You minx."

Slowly, ignoring the cold air as it brushes against my bare legs and shoulders, I pull my blanket off of me and slide it over the two of us, covering our hips as I move closer to his body. The short, denim skirt that I wore to the park hugged tightly against my thighs and ass, making it hard for me to adjust or squirm once I tuck myself against him. My nipples, hardened with cold and arousal, poked out at him through the cotton of my red tank top, so I press my breasts against his chest, teasing him.

I move close to his ear, breath hushed, and whisper, "A sly minx, yes, dear one. And one who wants her poet, under the stars, for the heavens to see." I kiss that ear softly along the ridge, and then the lobe, which I nibble lightly.

I feel his hand which had stroked my face slide around to the back of my head and grip into my long, caramel hair firmly, pulling my mouth from his ear to his own mouth for a crushing kiss. I can taste margaritas, salty and sweet, on his tongue from dinner at Monrovia, mingling with the seductive texture of the metal bar in his mouth and the passionate press of his body to mine.

I nip his lower lip, then let my tongue slide along the roof of his mouth before dancing with his, fondling his piercing gently. My hands wander to his waist, sliding up his sides and around the soft, warm skin of his back, feeling the lines of his spine and the muscles from years of spending time out doors. I pull at his tongue, sucking it into my mouth so I can wrap it with mine, tasting it and feeling it penetrate me the way I want him to later on with his hot, thick sex.

A grunt of pleasure comes from within him, and he rolls away, holding me close, pulling me on top of him easily so that I am straddling his hips, breasts still pressed against him, mouth still searching his, needy and wanting.

My hands, having been gripping his back tightly, release and slide out from under his shirt only to pull at it impatiently, trying to get the cloth barrier out from under me and out of my way.

Our kiss breaks, and he helps me take off his shirt, taking that same opportunity to pull mine off over my head and admire the full, swinging breasts hanging just above his face that released with the top being tossed away into the grass. Unable to ignore pink, hard nipples so close and so ripe for tasting, he sits up slowly, taking my right nipple in his mouth and licking in short, flicking strokes against the tip as he sucks. In sitting up, he slides me down slightly, further centered on his cock, a hard ridge of flesh rubbing against my wet, anxious pussy. I can feel his hand go for my free breast, grabbing it by the flesh and squeezing it, kneading it as though soft dough made just for him.

The hardness between my legs, the teasing, tickling flick against my nipple, and the rolling massage against my breast leave me breathless; short, panting moans escaping without my ability to stop them. My hips against his shaking and rolling, trying to imitate the motion of his cock forcing into me, and my hands are once again gripping into his flesh, nails scratching, wanton for his touch.

"Minx," he gasps against my breast, then moves to the other, repeating his seductive motions as my body quivers with desire. With one hand, I manage to release his shoulders, rubbing up through his hair, then down along his chest, pausing and pinching his nipple hard. He responds with a hard nip to my breast, and I squeal, my head back and back arched once more.

A cold gust of wind blows against us, and the swift temperature change causes me to gasp and moan further. He pulls me down against him, releasing my breast to kiss my mouth once more, and finally my hands can make their way to his shorts, where they make short work of his button and fly.

"Let's show the birds and bees how its really done," I say against his lips, and my hand dives beneath his shorts to capture and caress his dick. My thumb glazes over the precum-slick tip, then uses the juice to slide up and down over the head in a steady, even stroke.

I feel his breath quicken, and move to capture it. I time my inhale so that it matches his exhale, and let his mouth completely cover mine. Soon, the air I am breathing is only that which I take from his lungs, each breath in time with my hand as I stroke his cock, my mind light and racing as I feel every pound of his heart beat through our kiss, through my lungs, and in my hand. I rely completely on him, even as I drive him further and further, squeezing, sliding, with a slight twist of my wrist, then gliding over the head of his engorged member fluidly.

My other hand moves to his balls, massaging them gently, pulling down just enough and then releasing, testing his resolve as I work his cock in counter-time with his balls and press a firm pressure against his body. His balls begin to raise; I feel them as my hand slides to the base of him, and I slow my pace and release his mouth from our kiss.

"I want more kisses," he growls, as he pulls away from me, sliding down my legs, taking my skirt with him. My body naked, my shaved mound soft and exposed to the cold autumn breeze, and the stars sparkling above, I let out a moan, knowing his mouth would soon be against my pussy, and wanting and dreading that touch all at once.

White-hot flashes race across my eyes as three thick fingers press into my sex with no preface or warning. My hips buck against them even as I scream out into the night, mindless and uncaring for who might see or hear me. The fingers press up to the knuckle, then flip and curl forward, in a come-hither motion to press against my g-spot.

"Kisses?" I gasp, toes curling, hands rubbing soft circles around my own breasts as I ride his fingers forcefully.

His fingers come together and form a rod which he presses in and then spirals out in swirling motions. "Kisses," he grunts, then leans into my pussy, his nose hard against my mound, and his tongue buries itself alongside his fingers, lapping at my hot, dripping juices. "Sweet, strawberry kisses"

I feel his tongue trace up my labia, his beard tickling me slightly, until he stops at my clit, hard as a tiny bone waiting for him. He takes it into his mouth gently, suckling it with the tip of his tongue, then pressing the hard metal bar through it against me so that it pinches and twitches as he licks and nibbles.

With my knees, I grip his head to stop his ministrations, then sit up, pulling his body on top of mine by taking his face in my hands and bringing it down to my mouth, kissing him and tasting the delicious flavors of my body and his tongue all over him.

His chest presses against mine, hot, sweaty and heavy, and the smell of his body and our musk mingling together drives me insane. I find myself kissing him everywhere, barely conscious of who I am, let alone what I am doing. I nip at his neck and along his jawline, then dip my head low and lick longways to his nipple which I suck and kiss with feather kisses. My hips continue to press up against him in my own internal rhythm, while my hands are at his hips, sliding to his ass where I squeeze and pull him even closer against me.

I feel his cock between my legs, not quite to where I can take him inside of me, and I scream out in frustration, looking up at him and at the same time catching a glimpse of the moon as it casts a full, white glow over us both. I hear his breath coming hard as he fights his own desires for control.

"Get on your knees," he says, in a voice that brooks no argument, and I immediately obey, dipping my head almost subserviently, dropping to my forearms to brace against his weight, my ass in the air for him to enjoy. Once again, I feel the press of his fingers, four this time, sliding into my waiting pussy, spreading slightly as they dove inside, and I call out his name blindly, pleadingly, unable to even grind against his body for satisfaction.

The fingers dip twice, then slide out along the honey-coated lips of my pussy before they spin small concentric circles around my clit, my eyes crossing with the sheer joy of the feelings it raises in me. At the same time, I feel his other arm wrap around my waist and the thick, hard pole of his erection slams into my sex, a low growl coming from him as I scream yet again. I feel the muscles of my pussy clamp around him and pulses of pleasure begin to trickle up my legs, building and growing.

"Fuck me," I say quietly, and I feel him shudder slightly, pulling back and grinding against me, his hands on my hips and his balls slapping against the backs of my thighs. His left hand slinks further around me to my clit, where he flicks back and forth quickly, as though playing a stringed instrument.

His pace quickens, and I find myself pressing back slightly, not enough to interrupt him, my pussy gripping and releasing, the pressure building through my body, my skin tingling with electric stimulus and pleasure. "Please," I beg, desperate to feel my body's release with his, knowing that he is holding back for me, unable to hold back myself with the complete and utter abandon to want that I feel for him. "Please, I want you. I need you."

He slows his pace to almost stopping, and I cry with frustration. "Please!!!"

"Lay on your back with your legs behind you head," he said, his voice deep and his face sweating with effort to stop. "I want to watch that beautiful face when it cums for me."

Again, I obey, laying on my back and bringing my ankles up to my ears, my eyes dazzled by stars and the icy cold air on my nipples and stomach and thighs. I shiver as he comes closer, kneeling in front of me, his hands against my legs, stroking gently up and down as though they are made of the softest silk. I shiver again, juice from my desperately wanting sex dribbling down the crack of my ass, and I squeal, wiggling for him to come to me.

This tip of his dick presses against my pussy lips, and I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, waiting for his entry. I hear the howl of a wolf somewhere out in the park as he drives into me, fast and furious, completely devoid of the control he has been holding onto with such conviction for so long. My eyes shoot open, and are immediately captured by his, my pussy is clenching and grinding against him, and I feel the build of my orgasm pressing against me as though an explosion will surely tear me apart.

"Oh, God," I moan, gripping his arms with my hands, my head shaking back and forth, my ass banging hard against the ground as I lift to meet his strokes. "Fuck me harder, now!"

The challenge seems to stoke on his fire, and with a roar, he increases speed, his face red and his muscles tense. Vibrations begin reverberate through me, and as I look up to the moon, a crash rings in my ears and I scream his name, desperate, pulsing explosions focused in my sex and rippling through me like a boulder's waves in a lake.

My pussy grabs him and doesn't let go, and in moments, I feel him tense again, a low grunt beginning in his stomach and pouring from him, and suddenly he stops his movement as he thrusts to come inside me hard and longer than I can remember him ever coming before. I thrust up against him, moving where he will not, and when he collapses against me, I have slid my legs out and around so that they cradle him against me for warmth and closeness.

The same howl that met me in my orgasm rings out again in land beyond us, but I hear nothing else but for the sound of our ragged breathing and racing hearts. The stars still twinkle and the moonlight bathes us in its cool wash as it had our ancestors since the beginning.

"I think that I left the lights of the City behind," I say, content to remain safe beneath him. "I think we found the way."

Strangers

2007-01-15T04:30:05Z

Morning
The overhead bell tinkled quietly as the door swung open in front of her, a soft incandescent glow of decorative lighting and morning sunshine offering a warm welcome as it mingled with the scent of freshly ground espresso and piping-hot cinnamon bread. The little shop was known for their cinnamon bread, a recipe that had been passed from mother to daughter through the generations of Annie’s since the before the family could even remember, and the smell of it drew customers for miles.

She got in line, carelessly smoothing her heather-gray pencil skirt with one hand and adjusting the cricket-like Bluetooth headset that perched on her ear and chirped her voicemail back to her. Greg had called, and wanted her to get on the phone with Stephen to arrange celebratory dinner after the two all-nighters they’d pulled to finish the engagement on time. She smiled to herself as she listened to his ideas for the ridiculously overpriced restaurant in the meat-packing district. Anything for a free lunch, eh Greg, she thought. The next message was from Michael, telling her that Thursday would be fine for walkthroughs, and did she want the glass conference room like usual?

She glanced down at her watch, noting that if she didn’t hurry, he was going to think she’d changed her mind. Getting on his calendar was a miracle and it wasn’t going to be worth the amazingly delicious jolt she’d get from the triple Americano she had been hoping to grab before joining him. Still… maybe five more minutes?

She glanced down at the fitted white blouse which revealed just enough cleavage to be interesting and not enough to be inappropriate. The plump, soft curve of her breasts peeked from the deep neck of the white linen, the buttons stopping only an inch above where her bra began. The lacy white scallops of the demi she’d chosen were invisible but she knew that the line it created was fabulous. Five more minutes would be fine… Michael would wait.

Taking a step forward, head still lowered, she walked right into the back of the person standing in front of her, who grunted in surprise and turned to face her. “What the…”

She looked up, her mind still on her voicemail, to apologize to the stranger. “I’m really sor…” Her voice trailed off as she took in the man in front of her. Thick, dark curls fell loose down his neck and over his forehead. Green-brown eyes twinkled at her in amused silence and the corners of his lips crept up slightly underneath a trimmed goatee. In her work pumps, she could almost look him in the eyes, and in so doing she felt an unfamiliar blush creep across her cheeks. Unconsciously her eyes traced across broad shoulders, and she realized how close she still stood as she took a breath and smelled the fresh, clean scent of his soap.

“I’m sorry,” she finished lamely, taking the earpiece off her right ear, stepping back slightly, and stashing the bug in her purse while stealthily ending the call on her Blackberry. “I wasn’t paying attention – it was rude of me.”

The stranger smiled more fully, eyes crinkling in the corners. She could feel his eyes on her, like fingers tracing through her thick, blonde hair then down the back of her neck, and gently across her collarbone. Her stomach fluttered slightly at the recognition of his gaze. “Heh, it’s okay. Easy to get lost in thought with those things. You’re lucky; I wasn’t carrying a scalding hot lawsuit.”

Nervous laughter bubbled up in her, which she stifled in favor of a wide grin. “Oh come on, you mean you don’t like it good and hot,” she quipped, then realizing the implication, she rushed, “Lucky would be getting through this line unscathed and with the correct coffee, don’t you think? Temperature aside?”

He laughed again, glancing back at the line in front of them and the two more people who would be placing their enormously complicated orders before they had the chance. “On the other hand, I’d rather wait in a heinous line here,” he said, chuckling, “and support the little guy than go to one of the hundred Starbucks all over this place.”

“I don’t know,” she said, smiling back up at him, getting used to his constant teasing. “These folks do an amazing business. Have you tried their cinnamon bread? I pity the Starbucks that tries to open up anywhere near here.”

“There is something rather sweet about this place, you’re right,” he said, his hands stuffed into his pockets so that she could see screening on the t-shirt he wore beneath his work clothes peeking out at her. She fought the impulse to stare and try to figure out what it said, feeling his eyes back again on her. “Still, I don’t mind spending the extra time when the reward is worth it.”

She looked at him over the rims of her wire-framed glasses, half smiling and unconsciously biting her lower lip slightly. “Is that right?” she said, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms beneath her breasts, leaning back on her heels slightly as though appraising him.

He shrugged, grin slightly lopsided. “Good things come to those who wait, wouldn’t you agree?”

Nodding, she happened to see her watch poking out underneath the crisp white cuff of her blouse. “Oh, jeez!” she said, hitching her purse up higher on her shoulder and pulling her gray blazer down so it fell more neatly about her hips and breasts. She looked up at the man, who was staring at her, confused. “I have a meeting in 10 minutes across town. I can’t stay. It’s going to be one of those days… no coffee and clients with attitude.” She laughed to herself, picturing Michael tapping his foot, waiting for her.

She turned on her heel and stepped out of line. “Sorry again!” she called, as she rummaged through her purse for her keys, walking back toward the coffee house doors. “Have a fantastic day.” She leaned against the glass only to feel a heavy, warm hand press down on her shoulder, stopping her.

“You forgot something.”

She turned to see her victim-of-clumsiness standing almost nose-to-nose with her, still smiling. The scent of soap and the closeness of this stranger sent a thrill through her despite the slight sense of unease. This close, she was extremely aware of how much bigger he was than she, his chest wide and strong, and the arm which stopped her in her tracks, thick and firmly holding her in place. She felt as though every inch of her skin was electric and sensitive to the slightest movement of the air. His breath fell across her neck in delicious fiery feathers. “Oh, did I?” she asked, her voice a little husky at the proximity. “What’s that?”

He handed her a business card. “Call me.”

He released her shoulder, turned and walked back into line without looking back. Stunned, she pressed against the glass with her whole body, thankful for her suit coat and the coverage it provided. Her nipples, like small, pink buds, were throbbing as they brushed against the delicate fabric of her under things. She walked to her car, dazed, the card clutched in her hand and her Blackberry vibrating noisily in her purse as the day began without her.

A thrill ran up her spine.

Night
“Kittens! I’m home!” she called, tossing her keys on the stand near the door and kicking off her shoes so that they fell in a stack underneath it. With a grunt, she let her briefcase fall heavily on the floor near the table so that her two cats scattered with fright, and she giggled to herself at the stereotype. The padded into the kitchen, taking out one of the beautiful Riedel crystal globe wine glasses her parents had given her when she’d moved out, and took it into the living room where she took a bottle of Shiraz from the wine rack. She set the glass on the coffee table gently, then uncorked the wine, poured an inch into her glass, and let it sit open, breathing, while she went up to her bedroom to change.

It had been a long day. Michael, not surprisingly, had been easily managed once she’d regaled him with her traveling stories of the other ‘horrific’ sites she’d visited. It amused her to see how much joy each location took in the other locations’ failures. Almost as though, rather than being one, unified company, each was its own territorial unit, and the failure of one was the success of another. She hadn’t even needed to use her cleavage. However the string of conference calls, meetings, and ‘situations’ that had called for her management wore thin by the end, and while the twelve hours had flown, she could feel them in the small of her back, yelling at her.

As she hung up her suit coat, she felt the business card she had slipped into her pocket, and took it out. On one side, it simply said, “Dreamer” while on the other a phone number was listed. She stared at it, wondering if it was better to simply toss the thing out and be done with the stranger and the even more bizarre encounter, or whether she should take a chance.

She placed the card on her dresser and continued to undress, hanging up the skirt and the white linen top before removing the long, thigh-high stockings slowly from each leg. She loved the ritual of it, the beautiful, silky, cling of the stocking to her skin through the day sliding gracefully from her strongly muscled thigh, down the smooth curve of her calve, over her ankle and off of her toes. To her, it was like soft hands rubbing her gently, removing the stress of the day with a deft and delicate touch, and it left her feeling warm and cared for. She took off each one, tossing them into her lingerie basket, and then stretch lazily across the thick, down comforter of her queen-sized bed.

Wearing only an angel-white scalloped demi-bra, which cupped her breasts in satin and lace, and a matching white thong, the scalloped edge fluttered where her thigh met her sex, she arched her back, arms over her head, and let the strain of the day loose from her shoulders and neck as best she could. With one raised hand, she pulled the elastic from the bun in her hair to let it fall in loose waves over her shoulders. A sigh escaped her lips as she felt tension release.

It was dark in her room; it was always dark when she got home. The hazard of a job with long hours. She reached over to her bed-side table and grabbed her favorite candle and lighter so she could see a little better. Soon, the scent of spice drifted through the air, teasing her senses as the candle light teased shapes upon the wall.

Setting the lighter back in its place, she paused, thinking again about the card that sat quietly on her dresser. Fully intending to move into the bathroom for a hot, steamy shower, she instead took the card from its spot, flipping it over in her fingers twice before returning to her bed, taking her phone in hand, and dialing. There was little enough excitement in her job… why not take a chance?

“Hello?”

The voice that answered was familiar, slightly crackling, so she knew that the number he’d given her was his cell phone.

“Hi,” she said, “We met at Annie’s this morning. You gave me your card.”

“Ah yes,” he chuckled, and she could immediately see in her mind’s-eye the tweak of his lips beneath his beard. “The woman who nearly scalded me; I wondered whether you’d call or fear repercussion.”

A gasp escaped her lips even as a smile lit up her face. “I did no such thing! I may have clumsily bumped into your back, but there was nothing so malicious as a burning involved. And yes, here I am, having called you. A glutton for punishment, I suppose.”

“Talking to me is a punishment?” he asked softly, then, “And here I was hoping I might encourage you to spend more time with me. Perhaps over drinks? Unless you’d prefer a second chance with the coffee…” His voice trailed off and he was laughing again.

Propped up on her elbows so that her stomach pressed against the bed and her butt was visible to the room at large, she felt that racing desire begin to sweep through her once more, his voice sweeping over her as his eyes had done earlier that day. “Where do you want to meet?”

“I leave that to you,” he said, his voice deepening slightly. “Where will you feel most safe with me? After all, you don’t know me. You don’t even know my name.”

“I know everything that I need to know about you,” she returned, “And you don’t know my name either. Let’s meet here, at my place. If you turn out to be a serial killer, I have the police on speed dial and my neighbor, Alice, is really quite nosy. You’d have no chance.”

More laughter filled her ears, but that deep tone to his voice had not left when he replied, “I think I might be able to manage you, but I’m happy to meet you at your house. You’ll have to tell me where that is, however. I can’t read your mind until I’m there in person.”

“You read minds, do you?” She flipped her hair back, her eyes wandering around her room and contemplating this blind date with her new stranger. “How intriguing. We’ll have to test that theory. Although I think that perhaps it might be a trick, since you need to see me.”

“Maybe I just like what I see.”

She blushed, and again she could feel her nipples rise at his attention. She clenched her legs together unthinkingly, rubbing so that her freshly shaven pussy could grind slightly against the bed. “I’m at 109 Prospect Street,” she said quietly. “Do you know where that is?”

“I do; it’s not terribly far from Annie’s really. I have a couple of errands I need to finish before I come by, so how would nine o’clock work for you? You don’t mind waiting half an hour do you?”

“Do what you need to do,” she said, shrugging slightly into the phone, forcing her voice to belie the excitement she felt at his imminent arrival. “It will give me time to relax a bit and clean up. I’ll leave the front door unlocked so you can just walk right in.”

“See you soon, stranger,” he said, and the phone went dead with the empty air of a cell-click.

Standing from her bed, she realized that her panties were damp. She shook her head, glancing at the mirror on the wall and laughing at herself. “You’d think I’d never gone on a date before,” she muttered to herself, as she slipped the tiny white thong down her hips and tossed it into the lingerie basket along with the stockings. She reached around behind her, undid the clasps of her bra, and let her breasts fall loose, swaying just slightly with their weight. Into the basket went her bra, and over to her lingerie drawer she padded to find a new, more tempting outfit.

Blue was, and always had been, her color. She knew she was irresistible when she wore certain shades that made her eyes pop and seem larger than was possible, and that her blonde hair, usually mousy, turned to spun gold in the right light when she wore the right shade. So out of her drawer she pulled a low-cut sky blue set, embellished with embroidered flowers along the bottom of the cup, with clasps that closed around her body with a lace backing. The panties, also powder blue and embroidered across the front with flowers, was a string-thong that showed off the curve of her ass and the small dip as it met her back in a way that had always driven her previous boyfriends wild.

Before she put them on, however, she went into her bathroom where she found her lavender body oil. Pouring a liberal amount in her hands, she rubbed the silky-smooth liquid up and down her legs, massaging the muscles to remove more of the tension of the day and to soften her skin like a baby’s. Her hands rubbed slowly, starting at her ankles, long, piano-players fingers stroking long, even strokes up towards her calves and then further, to her thighs, where she rubbed circles to remove any knots. Finally, she poured a little more oil into her hands, rubbing it together in her palms, and then across her naked mound.

A small moan escaped her lips as warm waves of pleasure ran up her body, toward her breasts, and she forced herself to resist the temptation to let her fingers wander toward her clitoris right then and there. Instead, silky fingers went to her breasts and rubbed them hard, finishing with a tweak to her nipples, her eyes closing slightly as she enjoyed her own teasing.

Realizing that she was about to have company and was completely naked, she went to the sink, washed her hands of the extra body oil, and padded back into her room to dress. After putting on her fresh bra and panties, she chose from her closet a tight-fighting pair of inky-blue jeans and a soft blue cashmere sweater that fell off her shoulders showing off her collar-bone. She pulled on her new clothes, then ran a brush through her hair and re-applied a little bit of lipgloss.

Not pausing to look in the mirror, she bound down the stairs to her living room and the waiting glass of wine. She grabbed it happily, falling onto the couch with a ‘whoompf’, and clicking on her 50” flat screen to bring the news into the room. Curling into a ball, her ankles tucked beneath her, she sipped her wine and watched her window into the outside world open before her, explaining the latest tragedies in Iraq, Pakistan, Iran, and South Africa.

She closed her eyes, taking a larger sip and rolling the peppery, rich wine over her tongue sinfully. She focused on each taste; first bright black pepper, then juicy blackberries, and finally jammy currant, where it faded into a memory of the fruit it had once been. She smiled, eyes still shut.

“You look pleased with yourself,” a voice said from in front of her, clearly laughing silently.

Her eyes opened instantly, and focused on the face of her stranger, standing in front of her, an armful of white roses resting against his chest, and a bottle of wine in his other hand. He stood, legs slightly apart, looking down at her with a sort of amusement that she would have expected from a long-time friend, not a new acquaintance. She stood, quickly, and grinned at him.

“Are those for me?”

He glanced about the room. “Unless you have a roommate I need to impress…”

Giggling, she took the bouquet from him and brought the buds to her nose to inhale the heady scent. She loved roses. “They are beautiful, thank you,” she said, moving toward the kitchen to put them in a vase. “Let me just grab another glass, too, and you can sit down.”

A hand caught her shoulder again, as he had stopped her from leaving Annie’s, and she turned to face him, slowly. He took the flowers back from her, not letting go of her shoulder, and dropped them gently onto the coffee table. “It can wait. This can’t.”

Forcefully he pulled her close to him, so that she was caught in his arm and against his chest, her hips tight against his. He stared at her intently for a moment, as though reading her reaction, and dazed, she stood there, looking back at him with huge, green kitten eyes. He bent his head toward her, then, almost in slow-motion, he kissed her.

Soft lips, tasting of vaguely of mint, were gentle with her at first, yielding to let her take-in the assault on her senses without scaring her out of his grasp. She felt his other arm snake around behind her to the back of her neck, where his fingers stroked through her hair slightly, and a little gasp came from deep inside her against his mouth.

It was as if a switch was clicked on within her Stranger; he began to kiss her harder, and she felt his tongue tracing along the edge of her lip as he drew her in to him, teasing her toward him. Bright colors, red and orange and yellow, seemed to swirl through her mind even with her eyes closed, an assault on her senses as he kissed her. She felt her arms reach up and around his neck, threading through the dark curls, and her back arched against him, pushing her closer as her tongue sought out his.

When he released her mouth, she felt as thought she couldn’t stand, and held tightly to him to stop from falling. “I needed that first,” he said in a husky voice, “I’ve needed that since I met you.”

She nodded, her balance returning to her, and she took the opportunity to allow her hands to slide down his shoulders and onto his chest. Fingers splayed, she could feel his heart beating hard and the muscles moving beneath her touch pleased her as she realized he wanted her as badly as she knew she wanted him. She grasped around, behind his waist, sliding her hands beneath his shirt so that she could feel the smooth skin of his back against her fingertips.

“I think I…” she began, but he shook his head, leaning down toward her and kissing her again, as passionately as the first, but this time his hands wandering to her ass which he grabbed with both hands to hold her against him, kneading her cheeks with his fingers.

Unbidden, she felt her back arch again; she could not reach him to kiss him, but his mouth dropped to her neck where the coarse hair of his beard offered delicious contrast against the delicate kisses he showered upon her. Her nipples were alive, erect, and calling for his touch, visible through her bra and her sweater as soft, desperate bumps. Her hips, too, bucked to be closer to him, and as she did so, she could feel his erection, thick and hard, pressing in answer to her own need. She moaned wordlessly, grinding against his hips, every touch a delicious temptation and increasing her own desperation for more of this man.

Her hands went to his waist, trying to unbuckle the closure to his jeans, but his own hands caught them first, raising them up in front of her so that he could take both of hers in one of his. He smiled at her, shaking his head wordlessly, and he pushed her gently down onto her couch, ignoring the quiet pleas she made for him to let her have her way.

Still caught by his grip, she could do nothing but watch as he knelt in front of her, his free hand sliding up her stomach toward her breasts, then down along her sides, light and delicate and tantalizing. He leaned forward, his face between her knees, and kissed her stomach, his tongue flitting circles around her belly button as though to demonstrate how talented he knew that he could be.

“If I release your hands, will you behave?” he asked, pausing for a moment in his enticements and looking up at her, eyes glinting.

She smiled back at him coyly, foam-green eyes glittering with sea-blue flecks, biting her lower lip as she watched his face. “For now,” she said in a low whisper.

He moved her hands closer to his mouth, taking one graceful finger and drawing it into his mouth, sucking gently and caressing it with his tongue. His eyes stayed watching her face, but she could not force herself to hold his gaze; instead she slid her body closer to his, down off of the couch and into his lap so that her legs wrapped around his hips.

Softly moaning, she leaned into his chest, kissing his neck, passion beginning to build in her. White, even teeth nipped gently at the lobe of his ear, pausing, then she ran the flat of her tongue up and along the cartilage, her free hand clenching his back.

His mouth released the tortured finger to kiss her shoulder. “Is that what you call behaving, hon,” he murmured against her. “I hope I find you more agreeable to direct instructions. Raise your arms above your head.”

Silently, she did as she was told, her legs still tight about his hips, her ankles now locked to stop him from removing her. He took her sweater at the base, lifting it over her head, revealing the creamy peach skin of her breasts and belly, accented only by the bra she had chosen for the occasion. She felt him draw in deep breath at seeing her, the unmarred skin soft and smooth.

“Perfect,” he said, almost to himself, “You did very well.” He lowered his head so the top of her right breast, kissing it gently along the line created by the cup of her bra. With his right hand, he took her left breast in hand, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger, teasing her flesh through the soft satin.

“Oh my,” she whispered, rocking against him, burrowing one hand in his soft curls while the other scraped against his back. “Please let me…”

“Hush, hon,” he said, still kissing along her breast, moving to her side, the skin sensitive and foreign to other people’s touch. “You let me.”

Hot passion built in her; she could feel her labia swelling and the juices of her pussy soaking through her panties as he slowly teased her. This Stranger, who played her like a master violinist, refused to let her demonstrate her desire to him, leaving her filled by it, overwhelmed, and gasping.

A hard pinch to her nipple returned her thoughts to the room around her and she squealed in surprise and pleasure. His mouth was moving across her chest to her other breast, and his hands switched so that now her right breast was being kneaded, rolled, and tweaked with the experienced, strong hands.

Forced to remain acquiescent, she began to grind her hips down against his, feeling for his erection, creating her own friction and heat and tension. She realized, even as she did this, her hands were free of his restraint, and moved them to her own lap, continuing the rocking motion, nearly in time with the play he pressed against her breasts.

The Stranger stood, lifting her as he did, her legs tightly locked around his hips so that he might move her without ceasing to tempt her breasts or kiss her nipples. He turned toward the entrance from her kitchen into the living room, the only space off blank wall, and pressed her firmly against it, leveraging her, so that her weight was distributed between his hips and the hardness he pushed into her, and the wall itself. She was pinned.

As she maneuvered so that her hands would slip easily into his lap and onto his cock, she felt teeth pull gently at her, and then a tongue sliding between the protective barrier saving her nipples from the electric touch of his tongue. She moaned, her head tilting back, shaking her hair out behind her, and pressing her chest forward to allow him closer.

To encourage him. She wanted him to press forward; she needed him to show her that he wanted more. The desperation and need were intense; her hands slid forward from her lap and onto his, where her hands found the thick ridge of his cock pressing against the confines of his jeans.

A growl came from deep within the Stranger, and before she knew what had happened, she was on the floor again, pinned between his elbows, flat on her back, pinned by the weight of his body pressed against her own, his goatee, his delicious mouth only an inch from hers. “Now now,” he said, his voice throaty. “Patience, little one.”

The cry that came from deep within her was unlike anything she’d ever heard before. “No… please… I need more…” she begged, squirming beneath his weight.

She lifted her head and caught his mouth with hers, a deep kiss stolen. Her tongue invaded his mouth, piercing through him, sending electric shocks of passionate desire through him, probing the animal he was fighting to take control. She could feel the dark waves of desire wrack his body, tremors through his shoulders, and when his eyes met hers again, they were darker, deeper, and more needy.

His hands moved to the button of her jeans, and finally, he did not make to stop her as she fumbled at his.

Her fingers felt thick and clumsy, but she managed it, undoing the zipper and then sliding her hand in, between his clothes, to grasp his cock tight in her hand. She felt precum at the tip of it, slid her hand through the moisture, and felt his body shudder again as she stroked it up and down then used her finger tips to tickle along the head and up and down the shaft.

Breath was coming more ragged; she could feel him struggling to slide the body-hugging fabric of her pants over her hips, and used the time to work his cock harder and faster, her free hand moving to join and cup his balls, pressing gently at the very base with two fingers.

His weight released, and she was pinned to the floor, unable to move. She could hear him laughing breathlessly as she struggled, but it was impossible for her continue.

His face close to her neck, he burrowed against her, kissing hard, and she gasped, squirming against him. “Stay still,” he said ragged.

He slid down her body slowly, maintaining his advantage as long as he could. When he stopped, his face was between her legs, and he had managed to slide her jeans down with him. “My God, you’re wet,” he managed as he took in the state of her panties. With one hand, he pulled those down and away from her, so that her clothes wrapped about her knees like a second binding.

In front of him, her pussy glistened with juice, her clit a pulsing button, pink and thick with need for him. She could feel heat of his breath against her pussy, and she bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

When his tongue met her clit, her hips bucked up to meet him and she yelped, her fingers digging into the carpet. As suddenly as his mouth was on her clit, it was off again, licking and nibbling at her thighs, rubbing his hands over her soft belly, then kissing up to her labia, sensitive from shaving that morning, licking and sucking, seeming to delight in the juices that poured from her.

He brought two fingers up to assist his tongue, teasing the hood of her clit with his tongue using fluttering, jabbing strokes, and pressing the thick digits against her opening. A loud cry came from her, needy and raw.

“Go, press, please. I need you.” The words burst forth before she could stop them, but she was too torn up with passion and desire to consider the meaning. She felt his mouth move in, suckling her clit gently, and she moaned again, her hips starting to buck rhythmically, pressing toward his turgid cock with their own animal call.

His fingers entered her tight, wet pussy with a strong press, twisting as he entered, probing inside of her as his mouth worked her clit tirelessly. Her legs began shaking, and she knew as he played her body that she would explode if he did not give her rest or release. She rode against his fingers wildly, her mind unable to stop the waves of pleasure building in her body, but her voice… she forced out, “Please, let me…”

Something about her voice gave him pause, and it was that second of weakness that she needed to press her advantage against this man who had driven her almost to oblivion. She smiled at him, continuing to ride his fingers, but offering him a breast coyly, and as he moved from her pinned legs to take it, she rolled her body out and ontop of his, so that she straddled him awkwardly, her legs still bound by her jeans.

Without waiting, she kissed him, tasting the sweet, salty juices of her own pussy on his lips, kicking the pants from her legs to free herself, and then tightly grasping his hips with her toned thighs. She thanked Heaven at that moment for the hours on the treadmill, then turned herself so that he was facing her ass and her mouth was near his cock, still sheathed in cloth by his boxers.

“Your turn,” she whispered, and she took his cock in her hands, holding it like a microphone, ready to make him sing. She pressed her lips against the tip, breathing in the male scent of him, letting only the smallest bit of her tongue touch the mouth to taste his precum guiltily. Then, mouth wide behind the tight opening she formed with her lips, she pressed down onto him, emulating the hot, wet squeeze of her own pussy.

A rattling growl came from the Stranger as he lay pinned by her mouth, unable to move not for pressure but for the pleasure she washed over him. Her tongue wrapped around his cock in an s-like slide, a barber pole lick that she finished by sucking and licking the head of his penis like the most delicious candy she had ever tasted. Her hands stroked his balls, pressing just beneath, right before the perineum, the pressure adding to his heightened sensitivity.

She could feel him tensing, forcing himself not to cum, desperate to let her ride him longer and longer. His breath was ragged, and she could feel his hands against her ass, grabbing and kneading and reaching around her hips to finger the hot, wet pussy he could no longer taste. She could feel his body start to raise toward her own, just as she had done for him, and she smiled as she sucked harder, faster, moaning into him as she did so.

“Oh, God,” he said, and she felt him begin to raise, lifting her with him, trying to remove her hot little mouth so that he might have his way further. A moan, more guttural than she had heard before, echoed from him, and then she was lifted off of his shaft like a rag doll, and clutched against his chest with one arm tight around her, his lips kissing her face, her eyes, her neck.

“I want you,” she said in a quiet voice, big green eyes staring up at him, her soft blonde hair a cloud around her sweaty face. Her skin glowed with the desire for him and the scents of the two mingled in the air in a heady, sexy cloud.

He turned her onto her back, and pressed her legs back, toward her head, and for a moment she feared he might torture her further with that delicious tongue he kept hidden beneath his beard. Still, she cooperated, finally keeping her promise to behave, her ankles at her shoulders, her hot little cunt exposed, dripping, and engorged.

Onto his knees he rose, and then, in an instant, she felt the tip of his cock against her pussy. He stroked that tip along her wet slit, mingling his precum, their saliva, and her juice in a tempting, tantalizing slide, then pressed hard against her, forcing entry into her as she yelled in desperate relief and longing.

His cock was thick, hard as iron, and he pumped it against her in slow, hard strokes, slamming against the back of her, almost as though he wanted to break her in two. At her angle, she could only raise slightly to meet him, forcing her to trust his rhythm, but her hands reached for his sides and she clenched with each crashing stroke, calling out, nameless for the stranger, simply calling out her passion.

The strokes began to increase in tempo, and she watched him, noticed the sweat beading on his brow as he gathered his concentration. His thighs hit against her ass with each beat, cleaving her and driving her further from conscious thought into a world of sounds and scents and colors. She could feel herself begin to climax, and gasped to him, “Soon.”

He smiled, laughing that half laugh as he gasped and nodded, his own eyes widening as he rode his erection. He watched her breasts bounce and move against her chest as she pressed back to him, watched her eyes flutter as she braced herself for her orgasm, and felt her nails scratch against his body.

A scream, like something dying to escape, ripped from her as body began to buck and contract through her orgasms. White-hot light flooded her vision, and she felt as though the pleasure, beginning at her sex and coursing through her veins like blood, would never stop. The noise and spasms did not stop, and as she was overcome by her orgasm, he released, overwhelmed by the gripping, bucking, sliding, scratching sex kitten that writhed beneath him.

An eternity later, they lay in one another’s arms, her legs away from her head and tucked up to her chest; his legs spooned around her with his hands cupping her breasts gently. He kissed her hair. She lay her head against his arm, kissing it absently. The world quieted.

For a while.

Purpose

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The purpose of this journal is for me to improve my writing. I love erotica and erotic fiction; literature that's meant to be titillating and exciting as well as romantic. It's not pornography; there's a plot and a relationship established with my characters that makes it much more appealing and attractive to me. I'm looking for feedback on my writing - constructive feedback - so I can share the thoughts, fantasies, and imaginings rumbling through my mind in a way that is accessible to lots of people.

Because there is nothing as pleasant as a delicious fantasy.