The rain was coming down faster; the lights flickered every so often. She knew the power wouldn’t stay on much longer and she wished he were there by now. She was worried about the roads; they got very slippery during storms. He called an hour ago and said he was on his way from the airport but it was now going on two hours. They had been looking forward to this weekend for ages it seemed. When she was finally able to secure the house for this weekend she was ecstatic and couldn’t wait to share her mountain retreat with him. Now as the storm grew stronger she just couldn’t wait to feel his strong arms around her and taste his hungry mouth on hers. The more she thought about it the more she got turned on. Her body was slowly becoming a mass of tingling sensations partly due to the energy of the lightening flashing outside and partly because they haven’t been together in three weeks and the anticipation was killing her. They’d been together for going on six months now and since the beginning the sex had been amazing. Coupled with the fact that he was as intellectually stimulating as he was sexually this was an unbelievable combination. Since she had been in Denver this previous week on business they had arranged for him to fly up this weekend for this little tryst and she had decided to “set the mood”. Not that they really needed any setting, they were both ravenous for each other. She lit about a three dozen candles throughout the house, around the living room, leading up the stairs to the loft and all around the master bedroom. Darkness had fallen over the house and she could no longer see the road however she could see clearly her reflection in the floor to ceiling windows. She had dressed to kill tonight, her long dark hair was wild and floating down around her shoulders to her waist, the dress she had chosen was one of her own creations, a soft black velvet affair with indigo accents, a medieval style with fingertip length bell sleeves and a tight fitting bodice that left no room to hide her voluptuous breasts. She was wearing nothing underneath save for the thigh high suede boots she knew he loved. Oh yes, he’d be pleased. Finally she saw a figure approaching the house. Her heart started to beat faster as she watched his tall confident stride. So much power and strength in such a simple movement. Her limbs started to tremble, as he grew closer. She moved away from the window to lie on the chaise and then changed her mind. Why draw this out any longer, she was already getting those familiar streaks of pleasure in her lower abdomen, she met him at the door. As soon as the door swung open his arms were around her. He felt so wonderful, warm, smelling of a definitive male aroma. He buried his face in her neck and her hair, inhaling deeply, relishing in the sweet musky scent of her. His hands twined up in her silky tresses he pulled her head back and without a word brought his lips down on hers. A crushing hungry kiss, a kiss of possession. His tongue pried her lips open, slashing his mouth against hers he invaded the small sweet cavern. Their tongues dancing in a rhythm known only to lovers. Her hands around his neck kept him close not wanting the kiss to end. He gentled the kiss softly nibbling her lips and trailing down to her neck and shoulders. He stepped back a moment and looked into her luminous green eyes back lit by the candles that surrounded them. Taking note of her swollen lips and trembling hands his eyes moved downward taking in the soft milky white flesh heaving at the top of her gown, continuing to stroke her as he swallowed the vision standing before him. His hands moved to her waist pulling her back to him he could feel the sweet throbbing in his groin grow as her warm body fit into his. They stood there, a moment in time gazing into each other’s soul, both knowing, wanting, needing the hot, intense passion that they both knew was bubbling between them. Lightening flashed and he briefly glimpsed the impish look in her eyes as she took his hand and led him to the sofa. She gently pushed him down and knelt between his legs. Pushing his long sable hair back over his shoulders she started unbuttoning his shirt running her hands over his warm chest, she shifted slightly to nuzzle her face in his neck, savouring the feeling of his hot skin. His hands resting on her thighs began to stir, she stopped and put her small hands on top to quiet him. It was difficult to be so restrained when all she could think of was tearing his clothes off and fucking him senseless right here on the couch. She could feel his hardness on the inside of her thigh, growing hotter as she continued her seductive ministrations. He didn’t say a word as her hands worked his shirt off. She slid down on to the floor giving him a teasing view of her décolletage. She worked her nimble fingers to slide his pants off and simultaneously slip him out of his underwear. She guided her lips to his throbbing flesh and circled her tongue around his head teasing him. She felt him tense under her touch, his hands pulling gently at her hair. She continued the onslaught to his manhood, taking him completely inside her mouth and back out again, moving her tongue and her lips in a rhythmic pattern. He watched her head moving below his waist, her hair glinting in the candlelight brushing his thighs as she continued her intimate caresses. He brushed her hair to the side and could see her tiny pink tongue darting in and out and around his hard cock. He watched her soft red lips swallow every aching inch of him. He knew the end was near and wanted to stop her but couldn’t’t find the strength to put an end to the spell she was working on him. She shifted upward slightly so that her breasts were now pressed exquisitely against the base of his member. She began to pick up speed fucking him with her cherry lips. He felt the end nearing and quickly twisted his hands up in her hair and pulled her head back. Looking into her eyes, she smiled mischievously and he pulled her to her feet, turning her around. He ran his fingers down her back and undid the cording that held her bodice so tight. Sliding his hands to the front he pulled her into his lap. Hungrily he slipped inside her gown and caressed the twin mounds that beckoned so deliciously only moments before. He gently rolled her raspberry nipples between his fingers until they were stiff with wanting. She arched her back into him resting her head on his shoulder. Her hands were gently grazing the outside of his thighs as he teased and taunted her breasts. He took one of his hands and slid between her legs, parting them. Slowly he pulled up the skirt of her dress, nestled himself against her moist pink flesh. She could feel his still hard cock against her and rocked herself slightly, teasing him. He turned his head toward hers and sought out her kiss while his fingers parted her tender flesh down below. Finding the small slit he slipped two fingers inside and she let out a small gasp at the welcome invasion. He squeezed her breast and deepened his kiss as he plied her wet pussy with his fingers pinpointing the spot that he knew would make her cum. She began to stir against him, moving ever so lightly against his maleness. She wanted him, needed him. She ground her round bottom down into his lap as his fingers moved deeper inside her. At this he abandoned her breasts and moved her legs so that they were positioned on the outside of his thighs. She moved her arms up and pulled his head back down toward hers devouring his lips desperately searching for something. His expert hands working her into frenzy, he was holding her to him yet she couldn’t seem to be still. One hand pushing deeper into her while the other toyed with her clit, bringing her to a fevered pitch. Their kiss deepened and she clung tightly to him, her breathing shallowing, as she grew closer. She moaned deep in her throat arching fiercely against his chest. His hands came to an abrupt stop and she breathed a panicked “No” into his neck. “Please oh god, please don’t stop.” Slowly he withdrew his other hand, bringing it up to her mouth. He gently nudged one finger into her mouth toying with her tongue. She tasted the sweet juice on him and it only stoked the fire more intensely. In a swift motion he gathered her in his arms and began walking toward the stairs. Her eyes half closed still recovering from the near ecstasy of the previous moments. His arms strong and sure as he carried her up to the bedroom, once inside he placed her on weak limbs and took her face in his hands. Kissing her softly, lightly brushing his hands over her hair. She brought her hands to his shoulders squeezing him closer to her. She was shivering and he was so warm. He sensed her chill and instead of pulling her tighter he stepped back and began sliding her gown down her shoulders, to her waist til it pooled at her feet. She was left standing with nothing but the soft suede of her boots keeping the chill off her still trembling legs. Her long hair swirling down her back and over her shoulders, nipping at her candlelit breasts. He pulled the covers off the mammoth four poster bed and led her to it. She sat down on the edge of the bed and let him remove her shoes. His hands caressing her as he slid the soft fabric down to her slender ankles. He placed his hand behind her and laid her down on the mound of pillows covering her shivering body with his own heat. She felt his hardness nestle at the junction of her thighs and arched slightly pushing her breasts upward crushing them against the hard wall of his chest. He brought his lips to the hollow of her neck caressing her with his tongue and the soft sweetness of his lips. She allowed a lilting moan to escape and his arms went around her tightly. He trailed his kisses down her neck to encompass the taut nipples pressing into him. His tongue made white-hot streaks around her aching breasts, the more he licked and sucked and teased, the higher she arched into him. She wanted him to devour her and she was just as ravenous for him. He extended his blazing trail to her abdomen, down her hips, to the inside of her thighs stopping to glance up at her. She was watching him with those lust filled jade orbs and he knew their game of sweet torture had come to an end. It was time to reap the rewards. He slid his body upward shifting so that his legs were between hers opening her. She took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, beginning the dance as old as time. She could feel the tip of his throbbing cock at the wet opening, pushing gently against her, she shifted her body slightly moving her legs wider apart, inviting his entrance. She looked into the dark pools of his eyes and watched her storm rage inside as he pushed into her. She cried out as he filled her tender canal. Her fingers digging into his shoulders, he drove into the tight honeyed flesh, savouring the exquisite sensation of being wrapped inside her. He crushed his lips to hers driving into her mouth and her womanhood again and again. She arched against him matching his hungry rhythm, taking every inch of him, seeking out more, needing that sweet release she knew was inevitable. The thunder crashed outside and lightening slashed across their thriving bodies. She screamed his name and he drove into her harder, faster, bringing her to the point of no return. Her breathing was shallow and her words were incoherent, she grasped at him, letting his body envelop her in the passionate embrace. She felt him burning into her, an indelible imprint left behind each time. She seared his cock with the slick sweet wetness as he pushed inside the tight opening. She sheathed him, a perfect fit. He surged within her once more before she buried her face into his shoulder and screamed his name one last time. He could feel her honeyed wetness as she came all over him. At once his pulsing cock thrust deep inside her and let his own juices rage through the trembling body lying beneath him. He looked down into her face, flushed with the passion that still bubbled beneath the surface and kissed her softly. She entangled her fingers in the long hair that spilled over his shoulders onto hers and pulled him closer. Desperately he wanted to collapse upon her but instead rolled slightly to the side of her, cradling her still in his arms. She curved her body into his stretching like a lazy kitten beside him. Their breathing still ragged and shallow they lay still gazing at the storm that continued to swirl outside their sweet retreat
“This is a place I have been, an hour I have lived, many times throughout my younger years, that had a strong influence on who and what I am today!” (For Kim…with love) "A Walk in the Woods" The day is cool, a brisk little breeze playing with the grass along the edge of the stream where it curls its way out of the woods before winding back into the shadows. Along the water's edge, and in clusters scattered in the middle of the stream, are Marigolds, their bright yellow flowers crowning the rich green of their leafy bed. The water ripples past them with the urgency of spring in its step, swirling and bubbling over the rocks, softly gliding along the flats, sparkling where the sun catches it. High above, in the shady poplars & birch, a song is being played as the breeze taps leaf against leaf, in a symphony first loud and rushing, then soft and calm, as the winds dance playfully in the treetops. Along the brook's edge a beaten path slithers through the grass, winding along the contour of the water. As I make my way along this path the birds join their voices to the music in the trees above, and the occasional rush of wind rattles the rushes at the water's edge. I follow the ups and downs, the winding curves, feeling the lazy warmth of the sun as it beats down on me before I step back into the wood. A fallen tree stretches across the water that slips quietly under it without touching; a rich carpet of moss draped over its top. Precariously I set first one foot, then the other, as I balance my way across the log. I climb the little hill on the other side, and emerge in a small clearing that is awash with colours as if painted by the wind: the white and yellow daisy, the bright yellow buttercup, fluorescent red and orange paintbrush, and dainty mauve aster, among the carpet of purple and white clovers. Tiny butterflies dance about, and bees buzz from flower to flower on their mission, seemingly bouncing off the blossoms as they pick their nectar. I lay back and close my eyes allowing the leaves to play their soothing tune, and the soft cooling breeze to wash over me as it skips among the tall grasses. Finally, and reluctantly, I get back to my feet, gather some wildflowers, and make my way back to my mossy bridge, crossing a little less carefully this time, a laugh in my step as I nearly slide off the edge, before landing two feet on solid ground. More lightly now I follow the path, pushing aside leaning branches, stepping over fallen trees, listening to the ripple of the water and the rush of the wind in the leaves, as they keep time with my feet on the earth. Further along I make another detour, this time into a shady glen among the poplar, where I find the treasures hidden in the grass, stepping carefully so as not to trample them. Searching, I stoop, picking the tiny wild violets, stem by stem ...purple, yellow and white. Then picking my way back to the path I return the way I came, passing the fallen trees and leaning branches, passing my mossy bridge, and out once again into the sun. I dash across the open grass and slip through the fence, making my way out into the field and on, till I am home. I can almost still hear the wind in the leaves, rustling playfully behind me, and the trickle of the water as it skips over rocks and logs and past Marigolds, as I happily feel the sun on my face, and watch the clouds lazily making their way across the blue sky above. It has been an hour in a day that has burned itself in my memory, like many others, shaping my very soul. As I walk towards the future, I need only to close my eyes and once again I am there…
