tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72908135913299991742024-03-13T03:49:48.542-07:00Private Thoughts of a Passionate LadyLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-46553058892390065362010-01-29T23:14:00.000-08:002010-01-30T00:28:54.654-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PX7OHpHXU-s/S2Pdhc66cuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KR-zYcJ8QyY/s1600-h/6137-000435.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PX7OHpHXU-s/S2Pdhc66cuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KR-zYcJ8QyY/s400/6137-000435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432429142307664610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">
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My body reacts even now, with need, when I close my eyes and imagine you. If you saw me today would you still look at me with such passionate intention? Have I left you with an unquenchable need to have me, no matter how much your head tells you ‘no’? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >Despite the years that have passed between us, desire to fulfill fate always finds me. I’ve tried to tuck away the past, but I will always remember your touch. I crave it as I write these words. Yesterday I couldn’t resist the desire welling up in me anymore. I gave in as the house grew quiet with sleep, closing my eyes so that I could see you there with me. Your eyes smiled back at me in understanding. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >I could feel the wetness growing between my legs, my nipples hardening, as I felt a slight breeze wisp across my breasts. I imagined it was your hot breath, your tongue so near, wanting to taste the temptation. Do you ever ‘feel’ the struggle to resist temptation on those lonely nights in your candle light and incense filled dreams? That’s me, beckoning you to join me where we can express freely the insatiable desire to pleasure one another. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style=""> </span>Crisp sheets feel cold against my skin as I lay here bared, body and soul, waiting for your touch. My fingers touch my skin softened with age and childbearing, the imperfections disappearing, as the lust of satisfaction drive me forward. You’re here lying next to me, watching the intensity of desire play across my face and you can’t help but slip a finger or two inside me. I rub my clit, teasing it, until together our fingers harmoniously push me over the edge. Our heated moans of desire break the silence in the room.<span style=""> </span>Your breath quickens, keeping rhythm with my own. My body shakes and quivers with the pleasure I feel. I’m satisfied, but I know that with you laying next to me it won’t be long before your hardness pressing against me, entices me. As if I would ever deny you of experiencing the heightened arousal and completeness of ecstasy. Maybe completeness isn’t the word I wish to use, for if I make you feel as you’ve made me feel, there will always be the craving for more. Do you still crave me, even now?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >Every day I think of you and wonder how you are, wishing I could see you if only for a moment. Your brief hellos and familiar smile could keep me spirited for days … bringing me frequent dreams of shared intimacy and lustful encounters. Now as I think of you, so far away, I often think of the shared moments between us and remember your touch so vividly, it’s as if you’re here with me now. I smell the scent of incense wafting through the air and your nakedness, lying in wait on your bed, your freshly showered skin glowing in the candle light, waiting for my touch. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >Your strong hands caressed me gently with such intent, you intoxicated me. It’s such a high to be so freely expressing one’s deepest fantasies, and in clarity, to be able to still feel your hard cock in my hand, slipping deliciously between my lips. My wet pussy begs to be able to feel your beautiful uncut hardness, to experience what my mouth was so hungry for. Would you take your time and imprint every stroke to your memory? Or maybe in a fevered heat you’d fuck me hard, after all I’ve made you wait so long… <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >Though music has and always will play a part in bringing us together where we find ourselves getting lost in passionate glances and hopeful flirting, I find myself dreaming often of many different encounters. I suspect it will play an important part in our eventual need to consummate this unwavering desire to ‘know’ each other. For it is not only physical, but an emotional fulfillment. Time has allowed us to age gracefully and appreciate the words shared between us. We are much more than passing acquaintances, you are my friend. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style=""> </span>And in knowing that, I’ve often imagined us meeting unexpectedly, near the water always plays an important part. We choose to talk for a while … the sexual tension between us is so thick. I gaze at your lips as they form words and imagine myself kissing you, just a taste. A warm breeze swirls around us, as I feel a gentle caress on my cheek. And there you are inches from my face, I know what you want. There really isn’t any need for words, but I can’t keep myself from moaning your name, as you lean in and brush your lips against mine. Only a moment is spent feeling guilty for what I’m about to do… all I know is that this is something that needed to be. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style=""> </span>Your kiss becomes more demanding and I willingly surrender. My knees are weak and threaten to buckle under me. We part for a moment, searching the beach for a more private place to carry on our unspoken conversation. In one particular fantasy, we are half way to the deserted lighthouse. You take my hand, and lead me into temptation. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style=""> </span>We stop just on the other side of the lighthouse, where beyond, there seems to be nothing but dark of night and the sound of water gently lapping at the base of our private little rendezvous. The quarter moon shines bright enough for us to see each other’s features, softened, yet intense with desire to continue what we had begun. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >“Are you ok?” you ask. I answer simply by placing my hand on your chest, and leaning in closer, my lips hungrily taste yours. I can feel your heartbeat quicken, as our kiss deepens. Your fingers become entwined in my hair, as your hand firmly grasps the side of my neck, forcing my head to tilt back in surrender. Your hot kisses burn against my smoldering flesh. Your other hand gently traces the outside edge of my right breast. You cup it as we kiss with more need, your thumb finding the bareness just beyond the plunging border of my neckline. My flesh responds with goose-bumps. Not from the warm breeze, but from your touch. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >“Mmmmm” is all I hear over the slight lapping sound of the waves. My pussy is so wet and I know subconsciously it will be much like waves cresting, against the hardness of your cock. Nervousness, in anticipation for this moment, was melting away quickly, my panties catching the droplets of desire I couldn’t hold back from expressing for you. I’m not sure I ever told you, how I only need to be in a room with you, to quench my need. Now imagine what your touch and mutual desire does to me… <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >Your lips leave mine to trace the soft lines of my neck again. A scent of musk and sweet night air permeate your senses, as you inhale deeply, plunging deeper towards the hills and valley of my breasts. I cradle your head, encouraging your ravenous exploration. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >In the distance, a light shines from a small craft coming home to port. Despite being lost in the moment the reality is that we could be discovered at any moment. Our need for an in depth exploration won’t be played out at this moment, but we both know that we won’t be leaving without finishing what we started. Not this time…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" ><span style=""> </span>You look at me with hope in your eyes, as I smile and give you a nod of approval, brushing the palm of my hand firmly against the hardness in your shorts. I want to feel you inside of me. You slide behind me, your hands exploring, as you do so. The bottom of my sundress dances in the breeze, as I feel you press up against me. Your hands cup my breasts, kneading their fleshiness and gently pinching my nipples. My head falls back against your chest, as I reach in front of me to hold on to the bottom rung of the metal ladder that extends upwards. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >One hand is still caressing my breast … your other reaches down to slide up the inside of my right thigh. I can feel your heated breath and moist kisses on my neck and your fingers tracing the edge of my panties. My grip on the ladder tightens as I prepare for your initial penetration. Your fingers slip closer to my womanhood, as you rub my juices over my slit. You slip two fingers in, as you press yourself harder against me. <span style=""> </span>My deep sigh of approval is carried away on the night wind. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >I steady myself, as our passions rise. I feel my dress lift above the roundness of my ass and the silkiness of my panties slide over my thighs to get caught up at my knees. “Remove your panties Laurie”, you demand.<span style=""> </span>They slide down around my ankles and I step out of them one foot at a time, tossing them uncaring to the side. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >Your strong, manly hands caress my ass, kneading and squeezing with intense need to take me. Slipping your fingers back into my swollen, wet pussy, you cover your fingers with my juices, tasting me. You offer me a taste… <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >“Taste how much you want me Laurie,” you whisper. I slowly suck my juices from your fingers one by one. You are remembering my hot, wet, loving mouth on your hardness so many years ago, making love to it, to you… drinking every drop of your sweet nectar. I loved the way you tasted, like some sweet dessert to be savored. The sensation of me sensually sucking on your fingertips sends shocks o f insatiable need to your cock. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >“I want to fuck you so bad”, you say huskily and a bit out of breath. I can feel you tugging at your pants, removing the restrictions that keep you from sliding into my wet pussy and pounding me hard. <span style=""> </span>You grab firmly a hold of the curve of my neck, as I feel your hardness enter me. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >“Mmmmmy God!” I couldn’t remember ever being filled up so deliciously. You take your sweet time, sliding in and out teasing me with your length. Your grip tightens and your thrust becomes more driven. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >“Oh yeah, fuck me so good baby”, I moan. It isn’t that I don’t crave romance, but there are times when you just want to fuck and feel good. To satisfy those desires and cravings that, have built up over time, begging for release. The whole time teasing you, like foreplay, and the imminent need to climax.<span style=""> </span>Sometimes you just have to satisfy that lustful need. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >I feel both your hands reach for my shoulders, one taking hold of my outstretched neck. You hold on just tight enough to show your authority, not giving me any room to escape. My back arches slightly, with my head thrown back in ecstasy.<span style=""> </span>My ass meeting each stroke of your hard cock to be sure you are buried deep within me. “Feels so good…” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >If it was even possible, I feel your cock thicken, as you near release.<span style=""> </span>I can feel the initial throbbing just before. You are so close… And then I feel your lips against the base of my neck, kissing me. I can’t take it anymore … Your cock in my wet pussy and your warm, wet lips kissing my upper back and neck. You found my secret erogenous zone. My pussy begins milking your hardness, as each wave of sexual satisfaction washes over me. I am lost in the pleasure you are giving me and I’m being a little too vocal with appreciation. Your grip involuntarily tightens a bit more, warning me of being too loud. But it only serves to heighten the pleasure I feel rippling outward exciting every nerve-ending. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >The freedom I give you to express your need for dominance excites you. Only a couple more thrusts deep into my waiting pussy and you can’t hold back any longer.<span style=""> </span>I feel your hot seed shooting into me, filling me. A couple more thrusts to be sure you have completely expelled your juices into me. And as you press against my back, laying your head down upon me in stillness, we listen to the sounds around us; to the water lapping against the rocks, the wind swirling gently around us and to our breathing that has begun to slow. I feel your lips against my back sending another small ripple through my body, as I feel you slowly pull out of me. I don’t want to feel the emptiness…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >I open my eyes, as you slowly turn me to face you, the skirt of my dress falling down over my nakedness. You have already pulled up your shorts in case we are to be surprised by passing hikers. And I hadn’t thought to look for my panties … no matter they have been carried away by a light breeze, to land serenely on the water’s surface. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >I lean back against the side of the lighthouse, still unsteady from our mutual explorations. You lift my chin, our eyes meeting. I expect to still see animal lust dancing within, but instead they are filled with love and admiration. They mirror my own. What we felt needed no explanation or words. I feel a rush of emotions, as you lean in for a kiss. Your lips taste mine with such gentleness.<span style=""> </span>I melt into you, wrapping my arms around your shoulders, cradling you against me, as we share our intimate kiss. Slowly and sensually at first and then our tongues slip past moist lips, meeting like too long lost lovers. They entwine, dancing their erotic slow dance. I want you again, but so much slower .I want to make love to you … <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >But I know we can’t stay … As long as I am with you I feel fulfilled and happy, but I knew that would soon change and I would feel such emptiness. Maybe our memories would keep us until we met again … <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" >For every night I smell the scent of your skin, feel your body against mine, hear your whispered words of passion and I see the love in your eyes… <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:16pt;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;">Yours Forever…With Love</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<br />Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-64553462023722643132009-07-24T14:49:00.000-07:002009-07-24T14:49:28.762-07:00Writing.Com: Dreams of Desire<a href="http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/474822">Writing.Com: Dreams of Desire</a>: "Deep in thought all alone,<br />You drift into my dreams.<br />Wishing I could see you,<br />By gentle flowing streams.<br /><br />Miles between so far away,<br />Locked within my heart.<br />I feel your passion inside,<br />Where we’re never apart.<br /><br />But to gaze into your eyes,<br />Would fill me with desire.<br />Into blue depths your soul,<br />Stokes my passionate fire.<br /><br />Though it cannot soon be,<br />Our desired unity of lust.<br />I give to you these words,<br />For which you may entrust.<br /><br />I think of you all the time,<br />Whether it’s morn’ or night.<br />I feel your words of need,<br />As one our souls take flight.<br /><br />Imagine a perfect union,<br />At a mountainous retreat.<br />Under enchanted forests,<br />Our passions find defeat.<br /><br />On the shores of Big Bear,<br />Along water’s steep ledge.<br />Naked to the moonlight,<br />Body and soul we pledge.<br /><br />The fantasies we dream,<br />Find life in written word.<br />Upon a warm soft breeze,<br />Our whispers surely heard.<br /><br />Deep in thought all alone,<br />We drift into our fantasy.<br />Where fiery desires dwell,<br />And wait for you and me."Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-81398247754336823522009-07-24T14:48:00.000-07:002009-07-24T14:48:51.678-07:00Writing.Com: Story of Lust<a href="http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/474823">Writing.Com: Story of Lust</a>: "Listen to me carefully,<br />An erotic story will be told,<br />Of our passions inflamed,<br />And lusty desires I behold.<br /><br />You lie next to me aroused,<br />So filled with intense desire,<br />For you treat me like a lady,<br />Not a cheap woman for hire.<br /><br />Your touch is full of passion,<br />Caressing my generous breast,<br />Fingers burning my soft flesh,<br />On holy ground where they rest.<br /><br />My sexy legs you push aside,<br />As you enter Heaven’s gate,<br />For you want to be inside,<br />To taste me you cannot wait.<br /><br />First licks from your tongue,<br />Drive me so wild and insane,<br />As I raise my feminine hips,<br />From the floor they sprang.<br /><br />Bucking and moaning loudly,<br />I endlessly begged for more,<br />You fulfilled my every wish,<br />Tongue-fuck me to the core.<br /><br />Unable to hold back longer,<br />I released on your wet tongue,<br />Writhing, groaning, moaning,<br />Of your praises I freely sung.<br /><br />Lay down flat on your back,<br />And I’ll straddle your hips,<br />Ride you ever so frantically,<br />My breasts tease your wet lips.<br /><br />Fast and hard you I will ride,<br />My pussy grinds hard cock,<br />Oh please cum for me baby,<br />Your juices I wish to unlock.<br /><br />You’re firmly grasping my hips,<br />Controlling each downward thrust,<br />“I’m cumming”, you groaned,<br />As you were filling me with lust.<br /><br />You gave me your eternal love,<br />Even though it was a great sin,<br />I promise you now and forever,<br />“Now can we do it once again?”"Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-67253473979177137532009-07-24T14:47:00.001-07:002009-07-24T14:47:58.151-07:00Writing.Com: Words of Passion<a href="http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/474824">Writing.Com: Words of Passion</a>: "Words of passion, you easily speak,<br />That make me feel wanted, and so alive.<br />A mutual attraction, we both shall seek,<br />Into forbidden hot lust, we secretly dive.<br /><br /><br />I feel your burning, tender, loving kiss,<br />Along the surface, of my aroused soft skin.<br />Lead me deeply, into sweet sexual bliss,<br />With you I surrender, my sensual heart will sin.<br /><br /><br />Love me ever so intimately, no advances barred,<br />Bend me over dominantly, spread apart my legs.<br />Tease me, love me, sucking my nipples hard,<br />You say I feel so fucking good, to me he begs.<br /><br /><br />With only you, my desire reaches new heights,<br />Out loud I cry and moan, after each deep thrust.<br />Between what's right and wrong, my mind fights,<br />If you say you need me, then have me, you must."Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-81288865894987008572009-07-24T14:47:00.000-07:002009-07-24T14:47:20.163-07:00Writing.Com: Incense & Innocence<a href="http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/513609">Writing.Com: Incense & Innocence</a>: "The heady scent of Musk<br />invades my numbed senses.<br />Smoke drifts through the night,<br />weakening my strong defenses.<br /><br />Candlelight flickers sensuously,<br />drawing me into it's erotic dance.<br />There you are naked upon the bed,<br />pulling me deeper into a lover's trance.<br /><br />My innocence, long since gone.<br />Yet I tremble nervously at your touch.<br />I wonder what there is to fear,<br />when we want each other so much?<br /><br />The passion I had lost, resurfaces,<br />reawakening with your gentle caress.<br />Between desire and heated kisses,<br />it is you I've longed for, I confess.<br /><br />You simply smile, eyes sparkling bright.<br />You pull me closer, hushing me with your lips.<br />Tongues mingle in an explorative dance,<br />fingertips leaving trails along goose-fleshed hips.<br /><br />Our union consummated, intoxicated by incense.<br />Together we find our love and lost innocence."Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-49305265125495293592009-07-24T14:46:00.001-07:002009-07-24T14:46:41.676-07:00Writing.Com: Entanglement<a href="http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/513610">Writing.Com: Entanglement</a>: "Thick calloused hands<br />upon silky smooth skin.<br />Whispered breath, arousing<br />baited words of sin.<br />Tender kisses, suckling<br />mounds of tender flesh.<br />Two bodies entwined<br />joined together<br />in a lover's tangle,<br />they mesh.<br /><br />Her hair entangles around<br />his gentle caresses, exploring.<br />Fingertips, tracing along<br />goose-fleshed valleys, teasing.<br />A trace of softness lingers<br />upon his tongue, as he<br />tastes her<br />lovely sweetness.<br /><br />Their musky sexual perfume<br />lingers within the dewy<br />summer nights breeze,<br />enticing them further.<br />Until, neither can<br />take much more ~<br />Simultaneously, they<br />beg for release."Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-89376102801678717282009-07-24T14:46:00.000-07:002009-07-24T14:46:04.452-07:00Writing.Com: Our Secret Place<a href="http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/474821">Writing.Com: Our Secret Place</a>: "Meet me in our Secret Place,<br />Deep inside our dreams desire.<br />I’ll recognize your loving face,<br />Your eyes ablaze, a passion’s fire.<br /><br />Inside we’ll find our imaginings,<br />Of our perfect pleasure palace.<br />We’ll explore love’s beginnings,<br />As we share the lover’s chalice.<br /><br />Whether upon autumn’s leaves,<br />Or under a summer’s full moon.<br />Thoughts a Scorpio God weaves,<br />Beckoning to me, it will be soon.<br /><br />I listen for your whispers above,<br />Telling truths of forbidden lust.<br />Promising forever a sinful love,<br />A true love I never feel is unjust.<br /><br />Show me the way of desires fate,<br />Or of your memorable intentions.<br />In our Secret Place I’ll lie in wait,<br />To taste of your love’s creations.<br /><br />Gently caressing my full breasts,<br />Taste my liquid sweetness inside.<br />Upon my womb your head rests.<br />Your heart, let it be your guide.<br /><br />I promised never to fade away,<br />From our lover’s Secret Place.<br />Deep within my heart you’ll stay.<br />A look of longing upon your face.<br /><br />Upon tangled emotions we ride.<br />Peace is found within our place.<br />Our feelings we openly confide,<br />Fears disappear without a trace.<br /><br />I’ll meet you there each night,<br />As we fall into dream’s sleep.<br />Just beyond the moon’s light,<br />Where lover’s souls are to keep.<br /><br />I lie in wait upon desires bed,<br />For lustful bodies to intertwine.<br />A Secret Place within our head,<br />Where we share our lover’s wine."Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-74479969674768287102009-07-24T14:44:00.000-07:002009-07-24T14:44:31.270-07:00Writing.Com: Red Light Love<a href="http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/474814">Writing.Com: Red Light Love</a>: "You tell me of your need,<br />To do to me a sexual deed.<br />Of love you seem to profess,<br />Just to get me to undress.<br /><br />If that’s the way it’s to be~<br />Then tell me, there’ll be a fee.<br />For then, I become your whore.<br />I’ll wait just outside the back door.<br /><br />Fishnet stockings and short skirt~<br />Eyes telling me I’m lower than dirt.<br />Whispers and quiet hateful stares,<br />Knowing I’ll take your sexual dares.<br /><br />From street corners to back alleys~<br />Over the hills, through the valleys.<br />Lustful acts and passionate sins,<br />Where only forbidden love wins.<br /><br />You take the chance~I take the money.<br />For tonight you’ll call me your honey.<br />Red light shining brightly up above,<br />Tonight, a taste of red-light love."Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-34428712026650384972009-07-24T14:43:00.000-07:002009-07-24T14:43:44.217-07:00Writing.Com: The Dance<a href="http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/474815">Writing.Com: The Dance</a>: "From out of the mist,<br />You will see my desire.<br />Walking towards you,<br />Within a passionate fire.<br />The lust in my eyes~<br />A seductive sway to my hips~<br />My finger rises slowly,<br />Touching my sweet lips.<br />Shh don’t say a word.<br />For I know your need,<br />I feel it often myself,<br />An enticing forbidden deed!<br />Shall I show you how?<br />Or show you the way?<br />Neither, for I know<br />You always know what to say.<br />Not uttering a word~<br />You embrace me close.<br />Not to let me go, but<br />Touching me,<br />Where I need it most.<br />A slow erotic dance~<br />Leading me into temptation.<br />I’ll follow you in rhythm,<br />Without a trace of hesitation."Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-11661820333042400992009-07-24T14:42:00.001-07:002009-07-24T14:42:55.837-07:00Writing.Com: Sublime Passion<a href="http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/474816">Writing.Com: Sublime Passion</a>: "Gently touch her face,<br />Look quietly into her eyes.<br />Imagine her in lace,<br />Caress her womanly thighs.<br /><br />Kissing her soft skin,<br />Smelling her lovely scent.<br />Wanting what lies within,<br />Head tilted, slightly bent.<br /><br />Whispering words of desire,<br />She's moaning with such delight.<br />Stoking passion's fire,<br />Nibbling nipples, just a bite.<br /><br />Slipping between her legs,<br />To taste her cream.<br />Waiting until she begs,<br />Making her scream.<br /><br />Don't make her wait,<br />Give her what she needs.<br />It's certain fate,<br />Give in as she leads.<br /><br />She'll arouse your lust,<br />Of this you are sure.<br />Show her your trust,<br />For you love just her.<br /><br />Until passion subsides,<br />Touch her gently still.<br />Secrets she confides,<br />Taking what you will.<br /><br />She is yours always,<br />Until the end of time.<br />All of her days,<br />A love so sublime."Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-23618529817266292982009-07-24T14:42:00.000-07:002009-07-24T14:42:14.180-07:00Writing.Com: Sex<a href="http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/474817">Writing.Com: Sex</a>: "Seduce me with your eyes,<br />Staring between my thighs.<br />Seduce me with your touch,<br />A touch I crave so very much.<br /><br />Caress my aroused breasts,<br />Against them your hand rests.<br />Caress tenderly my soft lips,<br />Grasp a hold of bucking hips.<br /><br />Pinch my swollen nipples,<br />Feel my climatic ripples.<br />Spank me, make my ass red,<br />Suck hard, I’ll give you head.<br /><br />Suck hard on my swollen clit,<br />Upon your face my pussy sits.<br />Fuck me hard until I scream,<br />My ass you’ll thoroughly ream.<br /><br />Both of us hot, horny and wet,<br />Upon your hard cock I’ll set.<br />Fuck you till morning light,<br />Oh what an arousing sight."Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-72962842801933545512009-07-24T14:39:00.001-07:002009-07-24T14:39:42.023-07:00Writing.Com: Temptation<a href="http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/474813">Writing.Com: Temptation</a>: "Temptation<br />surrounds us<br />when we are close.<br />Our bodies cry out<br />to be touched,<br />as we hide<br />behind forbidden smiles,<br />that cannot hide<br />our needs,<br />our desires.<br />For it is you<br />that I long for.<br />Yes,<br />I crave your<br />masculine body,<br />but more than that,<br />I need your heart,<br />mind,<br />your soul.<br />I promise,<br />you will not lose<br />yourself, unless<br />it is within<br />my eyes."Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-51232996042499663702009-07-24T14:39:00.000-07:002009-07-24T14:39:01.585-07:00Writing.Com: Master is Your Name<a href="http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/474819">Writing.Com: Master is Your Name</a>: "Master is your name.<br />Pleasure is your game.<br />Love me,<br />Take me,<br />Dominate me,<br />It’s all one in the same.<br /><br />I’m your Mistress slave.<br />For you my sex I’ll save.<br />Taste me,<br />Lick me,<br />Gently bite me,<br />For you I’ll always behave.<br /><br />You’ll teach me my place,<br />As you cum on my face.<br />Bind me,<br />Tease me,<br />Spank me,<br />Make me wait for a taste.<br /><br />Bathe me in candlelight.<br />Tell me not to put up a fight.<br />Desire me,<br />Restrain me,<br />Blindfold me,<br />Take away forbidden sight.<br /><br />Make me beg make me wait.<br />You tell me it’s my only fate.<br />Touch me,<br />Pinch me,<br />Indulge me,<br />Lure me with swollen bait.<br /><br />You allow me only a lick,<br />Of your swollen hard dick.<br />Love me,<br />Need me,<br />Fuck me,<br />In my moist mouth so thick.<br /><br />Release me of my restraint.<br />No longer am I a virgin saint.<br />Lick you,<br />Suck you,<br />Fuck you,<br />Till you feel you’d like to faint.<br /><br />You’ve trained me quite well.<br />A slave you’ll keep never sell.<br />Keep you,<br />Need you,<br />Admire you,<br />Secrets of love I’ll never tell.<br /><br />Do I please you my Master?<br />I ask, riding you ever faster.<br />Oh yes!<br />Don’t stop!<br />I’m cummminngg!<br />Hot and ready you blast her.<br /><br />At last satisfied and spent,<br />Returning is my caring gent.<br />Hold me,<br />Caress me,<br />Lay with me,<br />Together in a fantasy dreamt."Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-72666515589106339222009-07-24T14:38:00.000-07:002009-07-24T14:38:10.281-07:00Writing.Com: Master of Pleasure"Many nights I’ve thought of you,<br />And things you want me to do.<br />Sucking your thick hard dick,<br />Tasting you with a hungry lick.<br />Erotic interludes in a hideaway,<br />Riding me every night and day.<br /><br />Orgasms abound we take cover,<br />Fucking my only Master Lover.<br /><br />Pussy dripping with your juice,<br />Love it a lot when you let loose.<br />Every caress felt in our souls,<br />Ass filled up that’s all my holes.<br />Sexual intensity we have felt,<br />Under submission get the belt.<br />Rhythmic thrusts deeper yet,<br />Ejaculation impending I bet."Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-27396563365660027272009-07-24T14:36:00.000-07:002009-07-24T14:36:06.290-07:00Writing.Com: ~Longing~"I see the longing<br />in your dreamy eyes.<br />The gaze of desire,<br />as if mesmerized,<br />by the raw passion<br />emanating from within.<br />Loving you may be wrong,<br />but it's never a sin.<br />I feel your tender touch,<br />within darkness, late at night.<br />Slip a little closer,<br />I'll promise not to put up a fight.<br />For I want to feel your fingertips,<br />caressing my sinewy skin.<br />Then slip them past my hips,<br />between my thighs,<br />to hide within.<br />My womanly liquid desire<br />is slick upon your fingers.<br />Deep within my well,<br />your lover's touch lingers.<br />My body responds<br />with wanton<br />uninhibited bucking.<br />I beg you<br />to please stop,<br />for it's your cock<br />I wish to be fucking.<br />You smile and continue<br />to fondle,<br />finger-fuck,<br />and tease.<br />Relax my love, you whisper,<br />for it's my time to please.<br />Your whispered words<br />drive me crazy, as<br />your touch makes me insane.<br />It's when your lips sear my flesh,<br />that my response cannot refrain.<br />Your hunger,<br />is evident to me.<br />With each suckling kiss<br />I make my demands known.<br />'Fuck me now' I say,<br />with a growling hiss.<br />You climb a top of me,<br />piercing with your<br />engorged cock, moving<br />in perfect unison, upon<br />your uncut shaft I rock.<br />'Oh God ...<br />harder ...<br />faster...' I moan.<br />I'm in such an aroused<br />state, that waiting any longer<br />to climax is not<br />our passionate fate."Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-50680138716018040192009-07-24T14:33:00.000-07:002009-07-24T14:33:27.628-07:00Writing.Com: Love Eternal"So you think<br />you've been given<br />immunity,<br />from loving this<br />sensual, long-haired<br />beauty?<br /><br />You couldn't be<br />more mistaken,<br />more wrong,<br />as you've<br />loved her forever.<br />Your admiration<br />growing more strong.<br /><br />All it takes is,<br />one long, loving gaze,<br />to make your heart<br />flutter. Walk blindly<br />into desires haze,<br />listening to whispers<br />of need I utter.<br /><br />My touch or kiss,<br />makes you<br />deeply inhale.<br />My breath upon<br />your flesh, makes<br />your excitable heart<br />skip a beat,<br />almost fail.<br /><br />And when the union<br />between us gives birth;<br />you'll lay me down<br />gently, to renew<br />my lost sense<br />of self-worth.<br /><br />For in your arms<br />I feel safe and<br />warm, an almost<br />breathless yearning.<br />An endless need,<br />our eternal flame of<br />love, forever burning."Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-48665706243846998672009-07-24T14:28:00.000-07:002009-07-24T14:52:30.574-07:00Dreams Become RealityI have never touched your face,<br />Nor given you a tender loving kiss.<br />Yet I know the touch of your lips,<br />And the passion of lover’s grace.<br /><br />Never have I looked into eyes of blue,<br />The windows of your passionate soul.<br />For inside you will truly express love,<br />An aura of desire a beautiful soft hue.<br /><br />Absent are your hands to caress me.<br />Gentleness felt touching my breasts.<br />Trailing along the valley of delight,<br />Reaching ecstasy that ours will be.<br /><br />No tongue to taste of my sweet nectar,<br />Nor taste the saltiness of my skin.<br />A combination to please your palate,<br />Imagination lends to memory a reflector.<br /><br />Your manhood I feel hard and strong,<br />Ready to please with it erect thrust.<br />Can you feel my mouth upon it now?<br />As I stroke it, bringing forth a song.<br /><br />It’s not a reality you know to be true,<br />Only wishes we hope one day will be.<br />Meshing our bodies as one all night,<br />Pleasing each other with what we do.<br /><br />I can feel it slip between my thighs,<br />Pushing and prodding for its entry.<br />Begging to pound me hard and fast,<br />Listen close you will hear my cries.<br /><br />Can you feel me in dreams at night?<br />Cause I look for you within the dark.<br />Forbidden, our flesh becomes one.<br />As you gently kiss, nibble and bite.<br /><br />I know I can always find you there,<br />In our dreams, either day or night.<br />Where you whisper words of love,<br />Entangling your fingers in my hair.<br /><br />I hear your whispers on baited breath,<br />Enticing me with their promises true.<br />I trust you to be the man that I need,<br />For eternity, as my soul dies in death.<br /><br />Will you journey with me to paradise?<br />And drink from its fountain of lust.<br />Taking you higher to heaven’s gates,<br />Please make me your fervent sacrifice.<br /><br />Together if only in our lover’s dream,<br />I’ll see you there as we close your eyes.<br />Where we will find our passions fire,<br />Flesh against flesh or so it will seem.<br /><br />Want me, need me, Love me so true,<br />I know you do with all of your heart.<br />As I will the rest of my life on earth,<br />Hear me as I tell you ‘I Love You’.Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-82817521894961343242009-07-22T20:35:00.000-07:002009-07-22T20:43:20.651-07:00The InitiationMichael and I started dating after we met at a frat party given just after the beginning of the new school year. He was considered the best catch on campus and I was excited to see he had picked me, a freshman, to be his girlfriend. He was just shy of 6ft tall, with dark brown hair, a mustache and goatee, that I found rather sexy. His body was athletically fit, but his tight ass, broad chest and nicely toned arms turned me into jelly when he pressed his body against mine. That first night we met, I knew I wanted him to fuck me.<br /><br />We spent most of the year experimenting with our sexual techniques and found places only the most daring would of found to make love in. Michael and I were a match made in heaven, as neither of us ever refused trying something new. Then one night, about a month before the end of the school year, he told me the guys in the frat house would be gone for the weekend. I found it strange that all the guys would be gone and he hadn't decided to join them. All of them usually went on the frat house trips, but Michael said he simply couldn't afford this trip and bowed out.<br />I accepted his excuse, and his invitation, once he told me of his well thought out plans for us.<br /><br />Another weekend of pure lust was on his mind, with my 'Initiation' being the final stage, as proof of my true intentions in our relationship. He gave me a few of the details of our planned evening, but then said, "The rest you'll have to wait to find out." He grinned devilishly at me, proving he had plenty up his sleeve. "We'll have full access to the initiation throne downstairs, which I'm gonna christen with your pussy juice, as I fuck you in the ass. That's your final test Sara. You'll submit your sweet ass on the throne."<br /><br />He smiled again with such a wicked lustful look that I was a bit nervous, but completely turned on by the need of which I felt pressing hard against me. Michael had such a beautiful, thick, long, hard, uncut cock when he was aroused. My pussy began to get wet at the mere thought of him naked before me. I imagined his hard cock jutting out in front of my waiting mouth, as I knelt in front of him, as I sacrificed myself to the God of the Fraternity's. <br /><br />I agreed to be swept away unexpectedly Saturday night for the ceremonial Initiation, after we fucked on the football field that night. We parted after midnight, with expectations of pure submission to be our pleasure, as I agreed to give myself to him on the fraternity throne.<br />~~~<br /><br />Saturday was finally upon us. I saw Michael earlier in the day and wondered why I saw a couple of his frat brothers still on campus. "Shouldn't they be on their way already?" I asked. His offered excuses were believable so I didn't think about it much after that; but throughout the day, as we continued to run into each other, the devilish smirk he wore upon his face made me wonder just how 'into' this initiation he actually was. Was I going to regret having agreed to this later on? I wondered....<br />~~~<br /><br />A little after eight o'clock he knocked on the door to my dorm room. I answered wearing a red blouse and leather skirt that hugged my hips deliciously. The skirt was a bit longer, reaching a few inches above my knees, but had a precise slit up the back which stopped a couple inches short of the round bottom of my ass. My long blonde hair was left down, to frame my face with loose soft curls. I could tell when Michael exhaled a slight moan of appreciation, that he liked what he saw.<br /><br />He said,"Damn Sara, you look so fucking hot tonight." He smiled briefly and then said with a sobering look upon his face,"You ready to go? Your initiation awaits." I smiled a bit nervously and answered with a turn of the lock; closing the door behind us, as we exited my room.<br />Michael drove me to his frat house, parking along the side of the house. The old wooden doors leading to the basement were open. I could faintly see a flickering light within, which piqued my interest. He took out a silk scarf and told me I'd have to be blindfolded so that I wouldn't be able to see the fraternity's secret lair. It was against the rules.<br /><br />I agreed, but wondered what was so secret about a room everyone knew about on campus. Their yearly rituals for accepting new pledges were well known throughout the college community. I turned slightly in my seat and allowed him to tie it securely around my head, leaving me blinded in the night. I could only make out a faint flickering as we got out of the car and descended the stairway to the infamous basement.<br /><br />I counted seven steps, before my feet rested on the floor of the basement. The clicking sound of my black ankle strap stilettos told me we were on cement. I wondered if the stories about the 'throne' being made of cement, were true. Michael took my hand and led me a few feet further before asking me to stand where I was. The smell of incense hung heavy in the air. As Michael turned me around the glare, from what I assumed to be candles, penetrated my blindfold.<br /><br />"I need to prepare you Sara for your initiation. You look beautiful tonight, but I'm afraid such frivolous clothing won't be needed." He began to unbutton my blouse. My heart beat a bit faster. The worry I had felt was quickly turning to arousal. I felt his hands brush admiringly across my red lace bra, stopping only a moment to pinch my erect nipples between his fingers with controlled pressure through the fabric.<br /><br />The zipper of my leather skirt could be heard in the silence, as it gave way to his strong fingers. Leather no longer hugged the womanly curve of my hips, as my skirt slipped down around my ankles. "Step out of it Sara." he ordered. I stood naked in front of Michael with the exception of my matching red lace bra and panties. I felt Michael move behind me. Wrapping his arms around me, I felt his cock against my panties, pressed hard between the cheeks of my ass. His breath-like whispered words penetrated my left ear through a silky shield of long golden blonde hair.<br /><br />"I can't wait to fuck you here," he said as he pressed harder against me,"and initiate you into my world Sara. Once you've submitted you will be mine for eternity." His words made me feel part of a ritualistic ceremony of days gone by. I moaned heavily and fell back against the muscular body that engulfed mine. My hand slipped behind him, cupping his right cheek in my hand, enticing him to continue.<br /><br />One hand cupped my breast, while the other slithered under the lacy red fabric of my panties . His fingers invaded my private garden. "Mmmm Your so wet for me Sara. Perfect. I'll get my cock slick with your juices, then penetrate your sweet ass with it. But first, you have to go through a bit of a ritual. Your going to be bound to the poles so you can prove your intention of complete submission." I felt a chill against my back as his warm body moved from mine. "Give me your arms Sara." He simply demanded. My panties had to be completely soaked with my juices, as the desire I felt dripped from my pussy.<br /><br />Once I was bound, by what felt like more silk scarves, to the poles; I awaited for what would happen next with anticipation. I wanted him to touch me. 'Stop teasing me and just touch me!' I wanted to beg aloud. I felt my legs being spread apart slightly, as he bound my legs to the same poles. I felt a hand slide up my inner thigh, until it rested briefly against my drenched pussy. A hand that, oddly, didn't have the same texture as Michael's. "She's ready." I heard a strange voice announce.<br /><br />"Yes, she's ready." I heard yet another voice in the room. There were two others here besides Michael, I concluded. Then the realization of who they were hit me. The two frat brothers that I saw earlier in the day, Tom & Steve, Michael's best friends. My heart quickened, as a small smile formed on my lips. Michael knew I'd be pleased. I had told him a couple of times how I thought they were both hot as hell and how I'd like either to join us at some point in our sexual experimentation. Tonight I'd be getting my every wish granted.<br /><br />"I see you won't be disappointing us tonight Sara." With that said, music began to play in the background. Barely a whisper at first, then the crescendo started to build, as I felt hands caressing my bound body. I recognized the music of Enigma playing seductively, as the 'Principles of Lust' emanated through my body. Now I knew where my cd had disappeared to, but I didn't care ... all I wanted was to be touched, caressed, invaded in the deepest part of my soul.<br /><br />As the music intensified, so did their desires. My body swayed, drawn to their touch like a moth to a flame. I was indeed on fire with wanton desire. Hands, then hungry mouths, were upon my breasts, as I felt my bra being removed. My panties were cut from my womanhood, unable to be removed the usual way. Only my stocking covered legs remained as they were, as did my shoes. Which heightened their arousal as well as me,as they kneeled before me, tasting my sweet slit.<br /><br />I felt Michael behind me again, now naked, pressed against my heated flesh. His hand offered my left breast to one, while his other urged my legs apart for one to fuck my pussy with his tongue. Then his hand slipped behind me. His fingers slipping inside my depth to be covered with juices, that now dripped freely down my inner thighs. I imagined them glistening in the candlelight with my offering. He brought his fingers to my mouth and I hugrily sucked them clean. I could hear them moan in unison, at what must of been quite an arousing sight for them.<br /><br />Michael dipped his fingers in again, as each of the guys continued to taste every inch of me, taking turns between my heaving breasts and dripping pussy. Then I felt his fingers slip up just far enough to rest against my puckered hole. Surprisingly, it was eager to take his penetrating fingers. One, then two ... with a third added, after he fucked them in and out a few times to loosen me up more. "You want my cock in your ass don't you Sara?" Michael whispered loudly into my ear, so that they could hear his question and my answer.<br /><br />"Mmmm, Oh yesss Michael. I want you to fuck me with your big hard uncut cock. I love having you inside of me. I give you my ass tonight Michael, just fuck me." My admission sent me into orgasmic heaven. My body jerked, as each ripple of pleasure passed through me.<br /><br />"Mmm yeah," I heard one of the guys say, "cum on my tongue bitch." I strained against the ties that bound me, wanting free to reciprocate, but it wasn't time just yet. "She's one hot fuck Mike." I heard, whom I thought was Tom, say.<br /><br />They seemed to let my orgasm subside before removing the ties. Then Michael led me away from the poles of submission. "We're gonna allow you to sit upon the throne before I take your offering, so that you might feel the power it has. I almost dreaded it, as I had heard it was made of cold cement. Made only for the hardest of asses. But when I sat down I felt the warm plush cushion below me. I writhed against, what felt like, crushed velvet material. The softness felt damn good against my bare ass.<br /><br />"We will only bind your wrists to the sides of the chair this time Sara. I trust you will keep your legs spread wide for us." There didn't seem to be any arms on the chair, so I wondered how they would bind me again. I wish they would take my blindfold off, so that I could enjoy the pleasurable looks on their faces ... but then again, not being able to see made every nerve ending in my body tingle with excitement. I nodded in agreement to what Michael said. I felt them tying my wrists to the side of the chair where the seat met with the legs on the back. I wouldn't be allowed to touch them even now.<br /><br />I was urged to slide my ass out a bit onto the edge of the chair. "You'll suck each of them until they cum all over you." I felt their cocks at each side of me, fighting in the silence for the right to feel the pleasure of my mouth on them first. I turned slightly to the right, making the choice for them. I sucked on its thick hardness with anticipation, as I felt Michael's familiar technique being applied between my legs. I felt the other cock poke at my cheek in need of service. I struggled against Michael's tongue, which teased me ruthlessly. Taking the other cock in my mouth, I tasted the saltiness of precum at the tip. I licked at it before swallowing it whole.<br /><br />This cock was uncut like Michaels. I could feel the extra skin slide slightly over the bottom edge of the head. I savored every bit of his length. I assumed it was Tom, as he was the taller of the two; but I was soon to find out that it was indeed Steve, when I heard him exhale a deep moaning sigh and comment,"My God your hot wet mouth feels so fucking good on me. Better than any cunt I've ever fucked." I sucked harder on him with more intent, replying with appreciation for his comment.<br /><br />"Hey, I want some of that too." Tom whined. Michael's tongue fucked my wet pussy expertly. I was about to cum on his tongue. He always told me how much he loved the taste of me. Well, he was about to get quite a taste. Steve's cock slipped out of my mouth and, as I turned my head, Tom's slipped between my waiting lips. He began to fuck my mouth with need to cum. He held onto the back of my head, sliding in and out of my mouth with speed and perfect rhythm. I could feel him swell inside my mouth, as he grasped a handful of my hair. I began to moan on his thickness, as my orgasm neared and threatened to explode.<br /><br />All of a sudden Tom pulled out. I could feel hot dollops of cum spurt all over my chest. My body gave way to pleasure. My orgasm releasing all over Michael's face, as he buried it deeply between my legs. I could hear Steve's hand slapping against his flesh; as he stroked his cock faster and faster until, he too, let loose all over my chest. A bit of it landed just above my upper lip. My tongue snaked out to lick it off my face willingly.<br /><br />I felt my arms being released, as a soft towel wiped away the remnants of their cum off of my chest. "It's time Sara. Please stand before the chair." Hands on either side helped me stand up. I could feel Michael slip in behind me to sit upon the chair, sitting right in the wetness that now covered the seat. I felt him slide closer to the edge, his legs together directly behind mine. As they helped me; I spread my legs apart, straddling the chair to sit upon Michael's hard cock. He dipped his fingers inside my wet pussy. I assumed it was to rub over his length before entering me.<br /><br />Instead I heard him slurping, as he sucked my juices off of them. The guys lowered me slowly upon his thick shaft; which was already jerking with excitement, in anticipation of feeling my tight ass around it. They let go of my hands so that I could grasp the sides of the chair. I felt their hands grasp my shoulders, pushing me down a little at a time, urging me further. "Slowly boys ..." Michael told them sternly.<br /><br />The head of his cock was swollen beyond my recognition, as I felt it slip past the opening. He must of covered it liberally with lubricant, because I slipped down onto the head easily. My ass was hungry for his cock. A little further. They pressed down with more firmness on my shoulders. I cried out in a low gutteral moan. My mouth spewed forth words of lust.<br /><br />"Fuck, you feel so good in my ass Michael." I slipped futher until I sat upon his lap, his cock buried deep inside my puckered hole. He reached around to pinch and roll my nipples between his fingers. I could smell myself on them, as it wafted up towards my nose. My eyes closed to savor the pleasure I was feeling.<br /><br />"Mmmm fuck, let me taste me on your fingers Michael...now!" He slipped them suggestively between my lips, as I heard the other two guys gasp appreciatively. I recognized Steve's cock pressing against my lips after Michael's fingers slipped away. I sucked hard on him, wanting him to cum in my mouth; as I began to ride Michael's over-stimulated manhood. I propped myself on my left arm, while my right hand slipped between my legs to finger my pussy. I could feel Michael's balls smashed below my opening.<br /><br />Steve's cock pounded hard and fast into my mouth, as Michael played with my tits. Tom refused to be left out; so he kneeled in front of me, brushing my hand aside to replace it. I felt his tongue slip excitedly into my pussy and then over Michael's balls. Back and forth until I felt Michael swell uncontrollably in my ass. Tom must of had his cock in his hand stroking it furiously, because I felt him jerking as he sucked at both of us.<br /><br />Steve let loose first, filling my mouth with his cum. I swallowed him heartily until he had nothing more to offer. Tom's mouth on Michael, combined with his cock in my ass must of been too much; because I felt him let go next, filling my ass with his cock cream. The heat of his cum inside of my ass felt fucking excrutiatingly wonderful. I followed shortly after, cumming on Tom's tongue, as he continued to lick and suck at my pussy. Then I felt him stand up before me. His cum was expelled onto my breasts once again. Michael rubbed it over them, caressing it into my skin as if it was a special cream to make my skin healthier. All these sensations at once had made me cum profusely.<br /><br />"She's one hot bitch Mike." I heard Tom say. He had always been blunt. "Yes, she definately is Mike." Steve agreed.<br /><br />"Yes, she's very special." He replied, as I felt him nuzzle into my neck. I was still impaled upon his cock, allowing it to go down a bit before standing. He removed my blindfold finally. My eyes strained to adjust to the dim light flickering in the darkness. Michael's hand slipped between my legs again and played around in the wetness. "What do you say we stick around and christen the sacrificial altar?" I smiled and looked to the other two guys for verification. They both nodded in agreement.<br /><br />"Well, it looks as if your frat brothers are into going all the way with the initiation. What is it I must sacrifice to you my Master of Ceremonies?" I asked.<br /><br />Michael, Tom & Steve all smiled a 'secret' smile and said, "We're going to sacrifice every hole you have to the God of Lust." With that, our ceremonial night of exploration continued ....Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-52526169104187059042009-07-22T20:28:00.000-07:002009-07-22T20:45:48.284-07:00Mistress of Passion<div align="left">Your passion is quite clear,</div><div align="left">Words written full of lust,</div><div align="left">Telling me of your wishes,</div><div align="left">Not being with you, is unjust.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Would you love me gently,</div><div align="left">Or desire to ravage my flesh?</div><div align="left">Tease me into submission,</div><div align="left">Either way we seem to mesh.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Caress me with your touch,</div><div align="left">Arousing kisses on my lips,</div><div align="left">Leaving a sensuous trail,</div><div align="left">To my breasts’ tender tips.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Venturing yet ever lower,</div><div align="left">Kissing my tender tummy,</div><div align="left">Into my wetness you moan, </div><div align="left">“Mmm, you're so very yummy.”</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Tasting my sweet juices,</div><div align="left">A hungry tongue will play,</div><div align="left">Flicking at my swollen clit,</div><div align="left">Burying it deeply all the way.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I feel your tongue slip lower,</div><div align="left">Between my cheeks to tease,</div><div align="left">Heighten my fiery arousal,</div><div align="left">Forbidden desires you please.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I writhe wildly, no control,</div><div align="left">My hips move beneath you,</div><div align="left">Rising up against your face,</div><div align="left">Juices begin to boil and brew.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">If your tongue is this good,</div><div align="left">I can’t wait to feel your cock,</div><div align="left">Pounding into me relentlessly,</div><div align="left">So aroused, it’s hard as a rock</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">“Turn around!” you demand,</div><div align="left">“So your backside faces me”,</div><div align="left">Strong hands grasp my hips,</div><div align="left">Your sexual slave I’m to be.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">The head of your cock rests,</div><div align="left">Against my opening so slick,</div><div align="left">Waiting to thrust into depths,</div><div align="left">With ecstasy’s smoldering wick.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">During the throws of passion,</div><div align="left">With each hard deep thrust,</div><div align="left">You promise me it’s forever,</div><div align="left">The name Mistress I entrust.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Your Mistress of Passions,</div><div align="left">Fantasized yet still untamed,</div><div align="left">I’ll come to you in dreams,</div><div align="left">Where they’re eternally inflamed.</div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-81390966401031614162009-07-22T20:10:00.000-07:002009-07-22T20:24:41.527-07:00Happy Birthday To YouHappy Birthday To You .... !For J.D. - "He's the reason I write"<br /><br />"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you ..." she sang. A VHS tape had come in the mail unexpectedly. Now, as Sunday night wore on without expectations, he had opened the plain brown wrapper to see what was inside. He slipped it in the VCR and waited impatiently to see what was on it, because he had no idea who had sent it.<br /><br />A knowing smile spread across his face as he recognized her. The Happy Birthday singer was a friend he had since given up on. He had always wanted to get to 'know her better', for lack of better words to describe. Well, maybe not ... truth was he wanted to fuck her. He had always wanted to know the passion that seemingly lay within her. He leaned back against the couch and watched with renewed anticipation of what was yet to come.<br /><br />Her rendition of Happy Birthday, along with the agonizingly slow strip she was doing on the screen, enticed the dormant sexual arousal he felt for her, to the surface. Where others would find her an average, attractive woman, he found her confidence and raw sexuality far exceeded some stick thin model's sexual charm.<br /><br />His cock became hard underneath the only clothing he wore, a pair of loose-fitting pajama pants. Just freshly out of the shower, he threw them on and had resigned himself to watching a little TV before bed. Then he remembered the package. 'Damn ...' he thought to himself, as his hand lowered to stroke his hardening cock.<br /><br />She wasn't taking it all off like an erotic dancer, nor a well-paid hooker, but his gazing eyes undressed her little by little. She showed him just a little taste of this, then a little taste of that, on the screen. He was harder than hell now, he realized, as he stroked his thickness with newfound enthusiasm. Maybe he wasn't so tired after all.<br /><br />Outside a pair of familiar eyes peered inside the curtain-covered window. She smiled knowingly, as she watched the screen, then his hand move up and down over his length. Soon ... soon she would have that luscious piece of meat between her lips, then between her legs. Her pussy cried pleasurable tears of moisture, trickling heavily ... wetting her panties.<br /><br />He got more comfortable on the semi-circular couch in the corner. His other hand lowered to cup his balls as his other hand stroked his hard cock a bit faster. His mind began to wander, as he fantasized about nailing her with his engorged manhood. He licked his lips with arousing anticipation. Now ... yes, now was the time. She quickly moved towards the front door, which he rarely used and knocked lightly, so as not to startle him too much. Rap rap rap ... She waited outside in the cool night air.<br /><br />Inside, he irritably whispered the word, "Shit!" under his breath. 'Who the hell was interrupting him this time of night, just as his hand was satisfying his needs?' he wondered silently. He slipped his hardness back inside his loose-fitting pajama pants; grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch he made his way towards the door. "Damn it!" he muttered under his breath, as he threw it over his shoulders. It was just long enough to cover his excitement.<br /><br />She could hear the click of the lock tumbler as he turned it cautiously to open the door. She smiled widely, knowing he would relax the moment he saw her and the anger would subside at his unknown intruder. Slowly ... the door opened, then his face appeared within the crack of the door, as the outside light popped on. As soon as he saw it was her ... the one on the tape ... he opened the door wide and invited her in. "What are you doing here?" he asked with a grin, as wide as the ocean, across his face.<br /><br />She grinned devilishly, asking with sarcastic playfulness, "Why, are you disappointed?"<br /><br />"Hell no!" he said quickly, as she entered his entryway and he closed the door behind her. He was just noticing what she was wearing ... A long bright red dressy raincoat, black high heels and the sexiest black fishnet stockings he had ever seen adorn a woman's shapely legs. Her blond hair was curled, as he remembered her always doing it, except now it was longer. She had minimal makeup on her face, but it accentuated her natural beauty perfectly. Her eyes sparkled, displaying a forbidden fire burning just below the surface. A smile of coy desire stoked the flames a bit more.<br /><br />"I see you received my tape." She said suddenly, looking over his shoulder at the TV. In his hurry to answer the door he had forgotten to shut it off.<br /><br />He blushed at the realization of what some stranger would of thought of his choice of viewing material. "Ummm yeah, what a surprise it was. I was actually enjoying it for the first time just as you knocked. I had no idea what it was until I popped it in ... Quite the birthday present." He reached forward as if to offer to take her coat.<br /><br />"Thanks ... but for now, I think I'll just keep it on." He looked a little confused, but soon he would understand. She instead reached out to cup his hardening cock under the blanket. "I see you were enjoying the tape." She said whispering in his ear, as she moved forward to stand just a couple inches from his body. "What if I said the rest of your birthday present was inside this coat?" she asked seductively.<br /><br />He leaned in closer to her ear and whispered back, "I'd say we need to get you out of it then." The heat from his body made her ache with need. 'Yes, let's get me out of this coat.' The little voice inside her head replied. She had hoped to remain calm cool and collected ... most of all in control, but being so close to him had its affects. 'Damn it, how did he do this to her every time?' she asked herself.<br /><br />"I agree ... but not until I say, ok?" she winked at him and began walking away from him slowly. Her memory led her to the doorway of his bedroom, barely concealed by sixty's style wooden beads hanging loosely from the top of the doorway. He had an earthy free-love style about him that she adored. All her senses were aroused when near him, as she smelled the lingering aroma of incense and a recently extinguished candle in the air. She turned to see if he was following her, but he still stood there watching her walk away. He quickly shut off the TV and VCR and caught up with her.<br /><br />Once inside the dark intimate recesses of his bedroom, she stopped and allowed him to move about. He lit a candle on the bedside table, followed by a fresh stick of incense, before returning to stand in front of her. "This is a very nice surprise ... tonight especially." He kissed her briefly on the lips. "Just when I thought my birthday was going to be fairly uneventful." He smiled and then kissed her again. His lips lingered until she began kissing him back, with need.<br /><br />His hands explored her shapely curves over the snugness of her coat. Having to touch her this way was irritating, but in an arousing sort of way. 'Patience' he told himself, 'soon enough.' After all, she had gone through the trouble of setting up this little unexpected tryst, the least he could do was play along with it. His kiss became more heated ... more adamant. God, he wanted her in the worst way right now!<br /><br />She pushed him away gently, lifting her leg to rest slightly on the edge of a low stool next to the bed. "I think you better get on your knees and beg a little ... don't you?" He wasn't going to argue with her, as he wanted to bury his face in her pussy anyway. The closer he was to it, the easier it would be. He lowered himself to the carpeted floor slowly, watching her expressions as he did so. He wanted to see the pleasure on her face, as his tongue invaded her secret place.<br /><br />His hands slid up her stocking-covered legs, slipping ever closer to her silk-covered pussy. He was surprised to find garters holding them in place ... my God he couldn't wait to expose her. The bottom of her coat spread apart to reveal that she had matching black silk panties on underneath. He was sure her bra would match as well. He leaned forward, as he rubbed her stocking clad legs and kissed her inner thigh just above the upper edge of them on her bare flesh. It sent shivers of desire throughout her body.<br /><br />He could smell the sweetness of her sex. 'Mmmm' he thought to himself, 'Just a taste ... please.' He thought about begging her, but he decided it would be best if he teased her a bit, as she was him. 'Make her wait ... yes that would be best, make her wait!' His lips and exploring tongue barely brushed over the thin silk material, giving her goose bumps.<br /><br />She tossed her head backwards seductively, closing her eyes, imagining his warm mouth against her womanhood. Her hand held the back of his head to keep him from leaving her most intimate 'secret' place. As a matter of fact, she pulled him in closer, not giving him the option to escape. Did he really want to though?<br /><br />"You're allowed to taste me, if you're a good boy." She spoke to him as if he was a spoiled little boy that had to earn his just reward.<br /><br />"Can I?" he asked coyly. 'I'll play along, as long as I can taste her.' He convinced himself silently. "May I please taste your sweetness?" By now the heady scent of incense and sex filled the room with pleasurable nose candy of which he hungrily inhaled. His tongue snaked out, licking at her panties briefly. Just a touch of his hot tongue on her wetness sent her into unexplored territory.<br /><br />"Don't fucking tease me!" she passionately growled at him, as his face was forced against her sex.<br /><br />He grasped a hold of the crotch of her panties and pulled them to the side. 'Fuck this' he mumbled to himself. 'I'm going to eat this bitch until she's screaming for me to stop.' His tongue slipped past and into her waiting wetness. She was slick with her juices. He licked and sucked hungrily at her cunt, savoring her taste.<br /><br />"That's a very good boy." She said in a low gasping whisper. Each thrust and flick of his tongue was sending shivers of lust through her body. His hands ventured north and found the top of her panties. He slowly tugged at the soft material between his fingertips. "In time." She said breathlessly.<br /><br />His hands explored the roundness of her ass, as his tongue continued its pleasurable duty. A little further to touch her soft bare skin under the coat. One arm encircled her hips, pulling her closer, as his excitement grew. The other found the underside of her black lacy bra. He cupped her breast gently. By now, his cock was so hard it stuck outwards in his loose-fitting pajama bottoms. She smiled, loving the affect she was having on him.<br /><br />Pushing the coat back off her leg to hang behind it, she unclipped the first fastener holding her stockings up. He moaned loudly, appreciating the fact that things were moving along a bit faster. His tongue had a way with arousing persuasion. He paused a moment, when she was done un-clipping the last one on that leg and began to roll her stocking down her leg. 'She's sexy as hell.' He thought to himself while removing it.<br /><br />He wasted no time in un-clipping the other one for her as well. Down ... down her leg the other stocking slowly slipped. He tossed them to the side uncaring of where they landed. She untied the belt holding her coat together to hide her birthday surprise. He knelt breathless in front of her waiting its fall from her ample breasts. 'Yes ... he was right.' Beneath the coat were her breasts clad in a black silk and lace bra. Her breasts pushed up pleasingly, slightly spilling over its lace-trimmed boundary.<br /><br />He stood quickly before her and pressed his face into their softness. 'My God, she smelled good.' He thought. The familiar scent of White Musk emanated from her bosom. His mouth sucked and licked hungrily at their aroused fullness, as he slipped the strap over her shoulder as far as he could with her coat still on, which was now hanging haphazardly from her shoulder. He slipped his hand inside the cup of her bra and caressed her gently. Her nipple hardened in the palm of his hand. She whispered next to his bowed head, "Would you like to taste more of me?" He moaned between her breasts in reply. The red coat slipped from both her shoulders onto the floor, leaving her exposed to the night air. His desire intensified.<br /><br />His kisses trailed upwards along her neckline to finally rest against her waiting lips. The taste of minty freshness mingled with the sweetness of her pussy juices, as his tongue caressed hers. He pulled her closer as his advances intensified.<br /><br />It was now her moaning into his open mouth ... a low whiny moan full of lust and need. Her body gave into his advances. 'Screw the role playing.' She told herself, as her hand slipped between them to cup his hard cock. His thickness felt so good within her grasp. She caressed its fullness under the pants before deciding they had to go. Grabbing them on either side, she slid his pants downwards until gravity pulled them down around his ankles. He kicked them off without hesitation. His bare flesh was against her now and she could barely compose herself. She wanted to just fuck him good ...to fuck him nice and hard.<br /><br />He felt the need as well, as he turned her back to the edge of the bed while still kissing her. He slowly lowered her to the comforter, climbing over her. There was no need tonight for all the extra foreplay, he just wanted to plunge deep into her wet pussy and fuck her ... and so he did. His hard cock slipped inside her wetness. Her legs arose, wrapping around his waist. He began slowly, enjoying the feel of her tight wet cunt. He loved the way it hugged his manhood, as if it was milking him of his seed.<br /><br />Legs tightened around him, urging him to fuck her faster ... to fuck her harder. She cried out in pleasure, as he continually plunged his engorged cock inside her. His mouth masterfully devoured her neck and heaving breasts ... then her mouth again. In between sighs of passion and lusty moans she urged him on, " Ohhh Fuucck, you feel so Goddamn good!" She never was good at hiding her feelings. "Yes baby...Ohhh God yes!" She came in spasmodic waves of pleasure all over his cock, her body shaking uncontrollably with desire. She wasn't very quiet or subtle either. "I'm fucking cumming!"<br /><br />He couldn't take it anymore. This birthday surprise was more than he had hoped for and her verbal expression was about to send him over the edge. He held on tightly to her, whispering in her ear in a low, aroused growl, " I'm about to explode in your fucking cunt." His thrusts had become hard and intentional ... it was true, he was very close.<br /><br />"Uggghhhhhh" he growled into her ear, as his load began to release. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" he plunged into her a couple more times before stopping deep inside of her. She could feel his juices overflowing, over her ass and onto the comforter. It felt warm, sticky ... and so fucking good.<br /><br />When the intensity of the moment began to subside he kissed her again, slowly and intentionally. "Thank you ..." he whispered. She just smiled at him with a devilish little look on her face.<br /><br />"Only 50 more to go .... One for every year baby." She winked at him suggestively. Of course he wouldn't last that long and neither would she, but a couple more hours couldn't hurt ... could they?Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-19119305410934502542009-07-22T19:54:00.000-07:002009-07-22T20:06:00.054-07:00Miss O"Is there anything I can get for you Mr. Butano?" His humble slave and secretary asked. "May I rub your worries from your weary body?" She grins that familiar little devilish grin that says she will be rubbing more than just his worries away. "I have a wonderful new oil for such a thing. Would you like me to use it?"<br /><br />Before Mr. Butano had a chance to answer she turned and bent over at the waist to retrieve it from her purse; which was on the floor next to the file cabinet. Her bare cheeks peeked out from under her suit jacket. She knows he loves her to wear this particular one. Her pouty pussy stared him in the face, as she spread her legs slightly, knowing that he was staring at her. 'He wants to touch me, I can feel it.' she says to herself. She lifts up slowly giving him one last glance before she turns to bring it closer for him to inspect.<br /><br />"See Mr. Butano, this oil is so wonderful smelling. It's very intoxicating." She leans down closer to him. Her breasts in his face, threatening to spill out from her lowcut suit jacket. She doesn't have a blouse on underneath....she knows how he likes to see her dressed for the office. He sniffs at the open bottle and nods his head in approval, as well as appreciation, for the heady scent of White Musk she has chosen.<br /><br />He places his finger on the opening and tips the bottle just enough to get a hint of it on his finger and sets the bottle back down on the desk. His hand slips between her legs to rub his incensed finger over the small tuft of pussy hair just above her slit. Miss O, as he liked to call her, reminding him of the 'Big O' in sexual pleasure; took that as an invitation and swiped his papers from the top of his desk. She slid upon it in front of him, spreading her legs on either side of him, as he sat within his plush office chair. "Would you like to smell it again Mr. Butano?"<br /><br />Without a single word, he slid his chair back a little to better place his face in front of her sweet pussy. He moaned in appreciation of his midday distraction. Mr. Butano wouldn't trade his secretary in for any other. She knew how to get the job done on a business and personal level. He had known no other secretary with skills such as hers.<br /><br />He hesitated a moment. "Go ahead Mr. Butano," She said, placing her hands on his head to urge him forward. " It's ok to have desert before lunch." She was teasing him with her quick wit and sweet smelling pussy. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, resting his lips against her inner thigh. He kissed and sucked at it hungrily. He started out with such gentle slow strokes of his tongue, that she thought she would go crazy with anticipation. She pulled him in closer. His tongue darted in and out of her slit, fucking her, tasting her juices.<br /><br />He moaned loudly "Mmmmm", as he pushed her legs further apart. He slipped one ... then two fingers inside of her wetness, thrusting them in and out with intent. His masterful tongue played with her hardened clit. Miss O leaned back to rest upon both her hands, allowing him full access. She began to moan in unison with him.<br /><br />When he backed away to watch his fingers invade her over and over, she lowered her hand and began to play with herself. Her desire had escalated to the point of taking it in her own hands. She wanted to cum and cum hard for her boss. She rubbed her clit hard and fast, rocking her hips against his fingers. She threw her head back and cried out, as the first waves of ecstasy overcame her. Mr. Butano slipped his fingers out and sucked them clean. Then buried his face in her pussy again. He sucked and licked at her until her orgasm subsided.<br /><br />She sat up straight on his desk and smiled. She knew he would be hard as hell after that. He looked at her intensely. As he was about to say something a knock came to the door. Miss O slipped under his desk where she wouldn't be noticed and waited for him to say, "Come In." She could hear heavy footsteps entering the room.<br /><br />She had forgotten his meeting with Mr. Taylor this afternoon. She wasn't going to fret about it though, as she knew their meetings never lasted more than about 20 minutes or so. She would just stay where she was until he left. She found it entertaining that Mr. Butano didn't rise to shake Mr. Taylor's hand, as he usually did. He simply sat in his chair and extended his hand, inviting him to have a seat.<br /><br />While Mr. Butano and Mr. Taylor talked, Miss O became bored with waiting. This meeting was taking a bit longer than usual. She glanced between Mr. Butano's legs and smiled. 'Hmmm' she thought to herself. 'He's still hard as a rock.' She placed her hand on the bulge in his pants and began to stroke his hardness nice and slow. He writhed in his chair, appearing to Mr. Taylor that he was very uncomfortable. He slid closer to desk, knowing that Miss O wouldn't stop.<br /><br />She'd continue until the job was done. That was one reason he had hired her in the first place. She quietly undid his belt and button. Then waited until their conversation was steady before unzipping his pants. Mr. Butano shifted in his seat, sitting more upright to give her room. He rested his elbows on his desk, appearing intent on listening to what Mr. Taylor was proposing.<br /><br />Miss O giggled quietly, as she pulled his pants aside. His cock was so hard that it was peeking up over his briefs. She slid the cotton material down enough to get most of his length in her mouth.<br />Mr. Butano moaned, as he felt her hot wet mouth slide down his manhood. Her tongue was teasing him ruthlessly. He cleared his throat, making it appear that he had something caught in it. Mr. Taylor didn't seem to notice. He slipped his right hand under his desk, grabbing a handful of hair to slow her down a bit. If she wasn't careful she would get more than she bargained for very soon.<br /><br />She stopped as he wished. Miss O could feel his cock jerking inside her mouth, as she held still all the way down to the base of his hardness. 'Just in time' she thought, as she tasted just a bit of his cum on the back of her throat. Her expert mouth, combined with the situation Mr. Butano found himself in, almost pushed him over the edge. His cock sprung out of her mouth, as she waited to allow his excitement to subside a bit.<br /><br />When she saw that his cock was no longer throbbing and jerking, she thrust her mouth down over it again. Long slow strokes were her payback for making her stop. Mr. Butano would surely find a way to make her pay for this. Maybe he would make her work longer hours tonight. She wasn't upset about that in the least, because it usually led to more forbidden sex.<br /><br />Mr. Butano was a great boss to work for. Not only did they have a good working relationship, but they also discovered they both enjoyed their sexuality. Together they induged in daily role playing, which usually led to more before the day was done. Miss O fucked him hard and fast with her wet mouth. He began to cough and sputter as if he had something in his throat, as his cum shot into the back of her throat.<br /><br />Mr. Taylor excused himself, promising to bring back a glass of water for Mr. Butano. "Where is that secretary of yours Mr. Butano?" he asked. He was planning on telling her to rush a glass of water in to Mr. Butano, but she was no where to be found. "I'll be right back." he said in a huff, as he rushed out the door.<br /><br />Miss O came out of hiding, smiling at Mr. Butano she scurried off into the bathroom adjoined between their offices. She quickly put her skirt on and hurried in with a glass of water for Mr. Butano. He quickly zipped up his pants before taking the glass from Miss O. Just as he did Mr. Taylor appeared in the doorway with a glass in hand.<br /><br />She hurried over to Mr. Taylor and thanked him for his quick thinking. She explained that she had been in the restroom between their offices and heard Mr. Butano coughing. "I'm sorry Mr. Taylor, would you like to drink this yourself, or would you like something more to drink?" she asked. Her smile never left her face.<br /><br />He leaned forward, smiling at her mischieviously and said, "I think I'd like to have a little of what Mr. Butano here just had." He looked briefly at Mr. Butano. With a nod of acceptance Mr. Taylor slipped his hand under her skirt, fingering her wet pussy. Of course, Miss O knew exactly how to make sure Mr. Butano's clients were comfortable and well-taken care of.....Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-45431756444572040592008-03-26T12:08:00.000-07:002008-03-26T12:16:30.062-07:00Lake Winnepeaka - Adult Only<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Lake Winnepeaka</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">By Laurie A. Ostrander</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />PART ONE</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">PASSION'S EXPLORATION</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter One</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Huge wet snowflakes had begun falling steadily, clinging to everything they touched. The roads were getting increasingly worse with the heavy slush and low temperatures. I was thankful that I only had about another 15 miles to travel in this stuff. That is, if I didn’t get lost on the unfamiliar roads.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I had been working long and hard on a project at work and had finally finished it. Since I hadn’t been on a vacation for three years, I thought it would be a good time to take a little well-earned hiatus. It was extremely busy this time of year for our company, so I was ‘allowed’ to take a long weekend. Their idea of long was only three days.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Be back on Monday Laurie.” Tom Dylan had warned rather gruffly. “We have a strict deadline on our new account.” Tom was our grumpy Department Head. He seemed to be in a bad mood, permanently. A thought often crossed my mind; “I wonder if the man EVER gets laid? Maybe then he’d smile or say ‘Good Morning’, instead of grunting orders all day long.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My flight was uneventful, but long, so I was able to get some work done on my laptop. At least I’d be a step ahead when I returned.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My rental car was ‘misplaced’, or so they claimed. I did get a better one though, which was fully loaded. So I guess I couldn’t complain about it too much. Reaching toward the dash, I cranked up the heater full blast. The weather was getting worse. The temperature had dropped almost 15 degrees within the last hour. My windshield wipers were going at full speed. They were trying to keep up with the wet snow, but weren’t very successful. ‘Why didn’t I pick some place warmer to go?’ I wondered.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I could see the outline of an upcoming road sign, but had to be right in front of it before I could actually read it. It read; LAKE WINNEPEAKA 2 Mi. Surprisingly, it had been easier than I thought to find. I turned off the main road and followed the cabin owner’s directions precisely. Before I knew it, I was pulling into a small parking lot in front of a log cabin. Smoke was drifting up and out of an old stone chimney. A single light could be seen in the front window. Next to the front door was an out-of-place red neon sign announcing that they were ‘OPEN’. “Thank goodness.” I exhaled a deep sigh of relief. I was running a little later than expected and hoped they would hold it for me.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The manager was an extremely pleasant older gentleman. “Don’t worry about it ma’am, we are used to expecting the unexpected here.”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I supposed that might be true with so much snowfall. He quickly told me about the amenities included. Pointing me in the right direction, he warned. “Gets awful cold at night. So don’t go wandering to far from the cabin. There’s wood in the box by the front door for the fireplace.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He waved me off, as I hesitated at the front door. I didn’t want to go back out into the freezing cold. At least it was just off the main road and I could get there quickly and into a warm place. Peering out the small window, I noticed it looked as if it was getting worse outside. I hurried to my car and headed for the cabin.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Someone had left the porch light on for me. Unlocking the door, I stepped inside and felt around for a light switch. Finding it, a soft white light illuminated the room. I looked around taking notice of my surroundings. It was small yet very cozy. I set down my suitcase and removed my wet outer clothing. Despite the rustic look to the outer walls, the inside was very nicely decorated in a ‘Country Charm’ motif.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Other than the open room I stood in, there were two doors to my left that were left slightly ajar. A small bathroom with a single shower stall was behind the first door. I noticed that there was a second door within the bathroom, but dismissed it as a linen closet. A small kitchenette stood in the back right-hand corner of the cottage. To the right of the door, was a beautiful stone fireplace against the far wall. Complete with wood stacked carefully inside the cubbyhole. Facing it was an overstuffed couch that looked rather comfortable to me. A large picture window overlooked the snowy front porch.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Behind the second door, off the main room, was a bedroom. I reached for the light. I discovered a Queen size four-post bed with a pillow top mattress. An overstuffed comforter in earth tones adorned the top of the bed, along with five or six large pillows in matching prints. I imagined how cozy it would feel under the warm blankets, sighing deeply at the thought. I opened a small door to the left of the bedroom entrance and found that it led into the bathroom. 'Very convenient' I thought to myself.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">On the wall, to my right, hung heavy looking drapes over a patio door, which I assumed led out onto a back porch. I would check it out later. Out of the corner of my eye, in a darkened corner, I noticed a platform with a couple steps leading to the top, where there stood a deep, two-person Jacuzzi bath. Candles, a bottle of wine, and glasses sat on the ledge invitingly. “ I will have to take advantage of that later on.” I thought to myself.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As my body became accustomed to the air inside, I realized that it was still mighty cold. I searched for the thermostat and turned it up to take the chill off. I busily put away the groceries I had bought at a little store the last town I passed through. Then proceeded to put away my personal belongings for my three-day stay. I slipped out of my business-like attire and put on jeans and a soft flannel shirt. I grinned at myself in the full-length mirror on the wall. Now I looked like I belonged here.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I listened for a moment, realizing that I hadn’t heard a furnace kick on. No warm air was coming out of the ducts. My eyes searched the room for the phone. Walking towards it I mumbled under my breath, “It figures there would be a problem.” I dialed the office number and spoke with Mr. Hanson, who had checked me in. Come to find out he was also the owner. “My son Mike does the fixing’ ‘round here. I’ll tell him and he’ll be there as soon as he can.” Thanking him, I hung up the phone. I went over to the fireplace and started preparing it for use. It had been a while since I was an official Girl Scout. I knew one way or the other I would get the job done.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter Two</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Just as the fire was taking off nicely, I heard a vehicle pull up. Lights shown through the front window briefly, as the vehicle turned around to head back in the direction it came from. I hurried to the window to peek outside. The engine died on the old truck out front. The lights extinguished. A man stepped out dressed for the weather. He walked around the front of the truck and headed for the front porch. He was carrying a large toolbox in one hand, while holding the hood of his coat on with the other. The wind had gotten stronger and appeared to be blowing the road shut. He knocked on the front door just as I closed the curtain.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I opened the door to find a man a little taller than myself standing before me. He shivered inside of his warm coat. He had been staring out into the woods, to the right of the cottage, as he waited for me to open the door. “Yes… can I help you?” I knew who he was and why he was there, but I still used caution. He turned towards me and replied, “I’m Mike. Dad sent me down to check out the furnace … said it wasn’t working.” When he looked at me, the most mesmerizing blue eyes stared back at me. His eyes softened as he met my gaze. Nothing seemed to come out of my mouth. I just stood there lost in their depth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">A flirtatious grin spread across his face. “It’s a bit cold out here ma’am … mind if I come in?” I stepped back, opening the door wider and asked him in. “I’m sorry.” I stammered. “Please come in. If you want to warm yourself by the fire before you start your welcome to.” He began taking off his layered outerwear and hung it next to mine on the wall. He turned to me still grinning and replied. “ Thank you, I think I’ll take you up on that. It’s pretty cold out there.” He walked over to the couch and sat down in front of the fire, fanning his hands out to soak in the heat. “Nice fire.” He offered.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Thanks, a member of Troop 56 at your service.” I quipped. I sat down on the other end of the couch. We both laughed at my ice-breaking remark. “Well, nice to meet you Troop 56.” I began to feel a bit more comfortable as we talked a bit more. He inquired about where I was from and what had brought me to their neck of the woods. Within minutes I was offering him something to drink. Oblivious to the reason he had been called there in the first place.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“All I have is bottled water right now.” Just as he was about to answer, I remembered the bottle of wine by the tub. “Wait a minute, there is a bottle of wine in the other room if you’d rather have that.” He grinned again, as if to say, ‘I know that, I work here.’</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I’d like some of the wine, if you don’t have it planned for some other occasion.” He looked around the cabin for signs of another occupant.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Oh, no I don’t mind. I can’t drink all of it by myself anyway.” Since college I had become a light drinker, only having an occasional glass of wine with my dinner. Even that made me a little light-headed. I excused myself and went to the bedroom to retrieve the wine and two glasses off of the edge of the tub.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Would you mind opening it?” I asked. I extended my hand to offer it to him. He placed his hand barely below mine on the neck of the bottle. His fingers overlapping mine a little. I felt a rush of excitement flow through my fingers and over my body, pooling at the core of my womanhood. Slowly, I pulled my hand from his intentional touch. His fingers caressed mine suggestively. We held each other’s gaze for a moment. Then I backed away, sitting safely at the other end of the couch.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My breathing was unsteady. I fought to calm myself, as I watched him pop the cork and pour it into the imitation crystal glasses. Picking up both of the glasses he offered one to me. I took it carefully, so as not to give him the chance to touch me like that again. “Mind if I make a toast?” he asked. I shook my head to indicate that I didn’t. Lifting his glass he began, “ To making a new friend …” he hesitated a moment. “ … A very beautiful new friend.” He looked intensely into my eyes hoping to find a glimmer of hope. Just a hint of an invitation. Nervous, I looked away quickly. Hoping he wouldn’t see my thoughts.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike downed the remainder of his glass quickly. He could take a hint. “ I better get busy or you won’t have any heat in your room tonight.” He stood, excusing himself, and headed into the bedroom. The furnace was located in the closet. I watched him leave the room with an air of defeat embedded in his body language. ‘If he only knew how much I wanted to kiss him.’ I thought to myself.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike was a bit older than myself, but was in great shape. The definition of his muscles strained and rippled against the fabric of his shirt every time he moved. His smile was warm and inviting … and those eyes. Those intense blue eyes were calling my name. Just daring me to kiss him. Earlier when he was talking, I caught myself staring at his pouting mouth partially hidden under a well-groomed mustache. I imagined what they would taste like.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Pouring myself a little more wine, I drank it down quickly. He was tossing tools around noisily in reaction to his own frustration. Frustration I had caused somehow. I got up and laid another log on the fire. Then sat back down on the couch to wait.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I yelled into the other room. “If I can help, just let me know.” I heard the log I threw on the fire, crackle and pop in the silence.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">A few minutes later I heard him call out to me. “Laurie?”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Yeah …” I waited for him to say something.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Would you turn the dial all the way down to reset it. Then slowly turn it back up until I say stop?” He listened.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Getting up from the couch I felt a little light-headed. “Sure, I’m on my way.” Doing as he said, I waited for him to yell stop.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Ok, stop there” I heard it click as it turned on. He strolled out of the closet. “I think it’s all fixed now, but if you don’t mind I’d like to stay a bit longer to be sure.” He said, peeking around the corner of the bedroom door. He stood there waiting for my answer.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Uh, yeah sure, that would probably be best. Then you don’t have to come back out in the cold if it doesn’t.” My reply wasn’t very convincing. Even I could hear the underlying reason in my voice. I wanted him to stay longer. Mike gathered his tools and put them in the toolbox and brought it out, setting it by the door. “I’m just going to take these out to the truck and I’ll be right back.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">When he turned on the outside light we could see the snow howling past the window. The lighter snow that had started to fall, had drifted across the front porch and in front of the door. Out in the driveway it was even worse. Drifts had risen in the wind. Until it reached halfway up the side of the truck. I gasped at the sight. “My goodness, you haven’t been here much more than an hour.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“It doesn’t take long around here to find yourself trapped in waist deep snow. I hope you won’t mind, but I won’t be going anywhere tonight. Not in this. Even if I wanted to drag my 78-year-old Father out in this, I probably wouldn’t be able to get a hold of him. With it being this cold and all this snow, the lines are probably down.” He shrugged his shoulders as if to say ‘Oh well’ and went to sit down on the couch. Pouring himself another glass of wine he asked, “Would you like more?” At that moment the outside light extinguished on it own.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I nodded in response. He had already started to pour me more. What would I do with him here all night? I watched him get up from the couch and go into the little kitchenette. I wondered that he was doing. Reaching above the stove into the cupboard, he pulled out a little radio. I had remembered Mr. Hanson mentioning it just in case it might be needed. He walked back over and sat down closer to me. “Dad thinks of everything.” He turned it on and began searching for a clear station. “If you had things to do, don’t mind me.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Standing up I replied, “ Well … I had nothing planned really,” 'Except for trying out that tub' I thought to myself. “ … But I’ll get you a pillow and a couple of blankets while I’m thinking about it.” I remembered seeing extra blankets in the closet. I hurried off to get them afraid of what I might suggest instead.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter Three</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">When I returned, Mike was putting another log on the fire. The volume on the radio had been turned up. The words of a familiar song emanated out of the tiny speaker. ‘Passionate Lady … give up your vows ...’</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“ Oh … I like this song.” I blurted out enthusiastically.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Do you? Well then, name that tune.” He challenged.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Roadhouse Blues.” Mike gave me a look of not being completely satisfied with half an answer. “ …By The Doors of course.” I smiled at him mischievously. “You guess the next one.” I said daring him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“And if I guess right, what do I get?” I blushed at the naked thoughts running around in my head. “ I’ll make it easy on you. How about a dance to the next slow song?” He waited for my answer.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Ok.” For some reason he made me feel shy. Like a schoolgirl on her first date. The space between us became smaller, as he stood up from tending the fire. Another song started playing. I recognized it immediately. It was so popular, that I knew he would probably be able to guess it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“ This is an easy one. Who doesn’t have old memories to this song?” He laughed at his obvious victory. He took the blankets from me and tossed them aside onto the couch. “ I believe you owe me a dance.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“ Well, what’s the name of the song?” I asked, stalling for time. Once his body was pressed up against mine, I didn’t know if I would be able to control my feelings of attraction.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His hand reached out for mine, drawing me in closer. My arms wrapped willingly over his shoulders. His arms encircled my waist. He pressed his body tightly against mine and led me in a slow seductive dance. His head nuzzled against mine. Whispering into my ear, he recited breathlessly. “Stairway to Heaven … by Led Zeppelin.” His heated breath had awakened forbidden arousal that lay dormant within me for so very long.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I felt his lips exploring the sensitive flesh along the curve of my neck. My eyes closed slowly. Exhaling a long sensual moan, I surrendered. His strong hands caressed my back, sliding gently over my womanly curves. One hand ventured lower and cupped the roundness of my jeans. Squeezing gently, I heard his first groan of approval. He pulled me into him so that I could feel his growing need.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Searching lips abandoned my inflamed neck in exchange for the delicate skin on my lips. He tasted the remains of the wine that lingered there. My mouth opened slightly in anticipation of his advances. Our tongues intertwined and danced an erotic dance of their own … tasting, sucking, exploring. Every nerve ending in my body felt alive. My pulse quickened, racing to keep up with the intense emotions I felt.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Despite the thickness of our clothing, I was sure he could feel my hardened nipples pressing against his chest. My juices were flowing freely from the depths of my womanhood. Now it was my hands lustfully exploring his body. Down over his thick manly chest … and around his waist. The roundness of his ass fit nicely into the palm of my hand, as I caressed its firmness. My voluntary exploration stole the controlled composure he had possessed when he first arrived. My confidence and sexual need grew stronger, with each unrestrained groan that slipped past his lips.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Our mutual exploration ignored the reason we first embraced. The song had ended and a new one had begun. It didn’t matter that it was more upbeat. The only rhythm we moved to now was; the rhythm of the erotic dance that unfolded before us. His hands gently cupped my face. His fingers laced through my shoulder-length golden locks. Passionate kisses hungrily ensued.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">When he first arrived and stood gazing at me, I didn’t understand our instant attraction. It was something I had never experienced before. Now, to understand was to experience. I proceeded to entice him with my unplanned seduction. My hands continued roaming over his body … exploring.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Sliding over the bulge in his pants, I rubbed his hardness until he begged me to stop. Explaining that if I continued, he would surely lose control. I stopped as he asked, but did so with a devilish grin across my face. He was having the pleasure of seeing my more dominant side. I reveled in my brazen tease.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike pushed me away gently. He reached for one of the blankets I had brought out for him to use. Spreading it out on the floor between the couch and the fireplace, he asked me to retrieve another pillow. When I returned with it he was sitting casually before the fire on the blanket.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He invited me to sit with him, as he handed me a full glass of wine. He quickly made another toast, “To passion, may it continue all night long.” His eyes glistened with lust, as he smiled at me appreciatively.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I had barely taken a sip when he offered to take my glass. He set them on the fireplace ledge. Turning back to face me, he cupped my face gently in his hand and kissed me again. This time with slow intent. He lowered me carefully to the floor upon the blanket. Half laying on top of me, I felt his leg slip between mine. I turned towards him slightly. His kisses became more adamant, enticing my responses.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His thigh pressed against my aching pussy to offer some release. I rubbed against it, in expression of my sexual arousal. Which drove him absolutely crazy. Both of us must have felt like two teenagers, in the backseat of a car on a Saturday night. Exploring, but trying to control our inflamed urges. Tonight we both lacked control as consenting adults. I wanted him. He wanted me. Simple as that.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike broke free from our embrace. Standing quickly, he began unbuttoning his shirt. He practically ripped it from his broad shoulders. I giggled, thoroughly enjoying the affect I was having on him. “Slow down.” I offered. “ Here let me help you.” I sat upon my knees in front of him and started to leisurely undo his tight jeans. He groaned loudly, as my hand brushed across his hard cock through his jeans.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I teased him shamelessly with the painfully slow removal of his jeans. As his pants slipped over his hips to reveal his cock, I acknowledged my approval. “Oh Mike, your so big and hard.” My hand engulfed his thickness and began sliding up and down its length with a firm grip. He wasn’t satisfied with that. He reached out with both hands and cradled my head in his hands. Guiding me forward, he urged me to take his cock in my mouth. “Suck me Laurie.” He demanded.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As I leaned forward his grip tightened. His fingers wove through my hair, grasping a firm hold on me. Yet he remained gentle, as my hot wet mouth slid down over his length. Pre-cum juices oozed slightly from the tip of his cock. I could taste it on my tongue, as I sucked hungrily at it for more. He rocked against my mouth, fucking it faster with each stroke. My tongue swirled around his head with each out stroke, teasing him feverishly. I could feel it throbbing and begin to stiffen. I slipped my mouth from his eager cock and warned him, “ Not yet Mike.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My abrupt departure had left him unsatisfied. He wasn’t getting what he wanted that quickly. The look on his face revealed his painful understanding as to why I chose to stop. Mike distracted himself from my quick retreat, by kicking off the jeans. They were laying in a puddle around his feet. He stood before me in his erect nakedness, slowly stroking his manhood. His breathing had become irregular. His cheeks reddened with excitement. Tiny droplets of sweat beaded on his forehead. Mike reached out to offer me his hand. Taking it, I stood before him. He leaned in and gently kissed the hollow of my neck.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter Four</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike looked at me thoughtfully as he backed away. Sitting on the couch he asked, “Would you undress for me Laurie?” He was asking me to perform for him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I returned his adoring gaze with as much intensity as the fire that burned behind me. Silhouetted by the orange glow of the firelight I began to undress slowly. Never once did I glance away from his appreciative gaze. The button on my jeans was released. Then the zipper slipped downward until it rested at the end of its teeth-like tracks. Mike’s hand slipped back down to grasp his hard cock firmly as he watched. Pulling the bottom of my flannel shirt from my pants, I lifted it high enough to give him a peek of my black silk panties trimmed with lace.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Starting from the bottom of my shirt; each button was carefully undone to prolong his arousal. When I reached the last button, my shirt fell to each side to reveal a matching black bra cupping my ample breasts. He was pleased with the soft flesh that overflowed from its lacy boundary. My hands glided over the creamy mounds, cupping them suggestively together. Hardened nipples protruded from the material that covered them. I pinched their erectness gently. Mike gripped his hard cock tighter. His strokes quickened.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Without saying a word, I slipped my hand down over my stomach, slipping it under the thin fabric of my panties. My fingers mingled in the wetness between my legs. While the other hand continued to manipulate my breast. A moan escaped my lips in appreciation of my self-pleasured foreplay. I was imagining his fingers and his tongue within the depths of my pussy. Removing my fingers, I displayed the shiny wetness that covered them. He groaned deeply at the sight.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">For a moment I brought them to my mouth. Teasing him with the idea of me tasting my own juices. A devilish grin spread across my face as I said, “ How rude of me … would you like to taste my sweet pussy juice?” There really was no need to wait for an answer. So I walked suggestively towards him. I straddled his legs to kneel on the cushions of the couch. My partially uncovered breasts stared him in the face. I steadied myself with one hand against the back of the couch and I brought the other to his waiting lips. Mike’s hands abandoned his cock and slid around to cup my ass.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My fingers painted his lips with my juices. He inhaled their sweetness. Unwilling to wait any longer his tongue licked up my offering. “Mmm my God Laurie. Don’t tease me.” He begged. “Let me suck them clean.” I fed him first one, then two of my fingers. Allowing him the pleasure of their taste. His moans vibrated through my body. Mike sucked at them eagerly. Despite the thickness of my jeans I could feel his throbbing cock between my outstretched legs. He pulled me down onto his hardness. Controlling the movement of my hips, he rocked back and forth. Fucking my jean-covered pussy. I could feel my soaked panties against my bare skin underneath.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I rode him excitedly. Almost bringing him to climax, then stopping. My face was only inches from his. Leaning in, I removed my fingers from his mouth. I placed my lips on his to taste my own juices. He returned my kiss hungrily, as he slipped my shirt off my shoulders and discarded it on the floor. The clasp on my bra was quickly undone. Then, that too was thrown aside unneeded. He kissed and sucked at my breasts impatiently. His pulse quickened with need.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike secured his hold on me and leaned forward off the couch, guiding me carefully to the blanket upon the floor. His lips left the softness of my breasts. He looked into the depth of my erotic soul and bluntly said, “No more teasing, I can’t take anymore.” I returned his warning stare with acceptance and surrender to his demands. I didn’t want to wait any longer either. I wanted to feel the mutual euphoric sweetness of our final release as much as he did.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter Five</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">At the moment of my surrender, Mike hastily removed my jeans and panties. His uncaring aim left them dangling from the arm of the couch. Once the removal of my clothes had been accomplished, he knelt next to me. The look on his face was one of amazement and approval.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The firelight cast an aura of tanned perfection over my body. My golden hair fanned out over the pillow it lay upon in loose curls. To Mike, I resembled an angel portrayed in some famous painter’s portrait. He told me as much in a breathless moment of appreciation. I may have looked the part, but I certainly didn’t have any intention of being. Not with the forbidden thoughts swimming around in my head at that moment.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike lay down next to me on the blanket. He kissed me softly on the lips. My hands began their self-exploration, caressing my breasts. Pinching my erect nipples. Sliding over the softness of my stomach, until they reached the wet valley of my pussy. I alternately slipped my fingers deep inside. Then pulled them out to rub my swollen clit. My other hand playfully teased my nipples, pinching and pulling.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My hips writhed in anticipation. Mike continued to plant kisses all over … along my neck, past my chest, over my stomach. I rubbed some of my pussy juice around my nipples, enticing him to taste and suck. I felt his hard cock pressed against my thigh. Reaching downward I encircled its thickness. Wetness oozed from the tip. I rubbed it all over his cock, making him slick with his own juices. We moaned in unison. Our shared pleasure turned me on, nearly pushing me over the edge.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Laurie, I want you to straddle my face. I need to taste you.” I eagerly obeyed, but did so in the '69' position, so that I could taste him too. I could feel his hot breath against my wetness, just before his tongue slid between the fleshy folds covering my pussy. He licked and sucked at it hungrily, devouring my sweetness. I pushed back against his exploring tongue. Selfishly, I enjoyed his exploration for a short time before returning the gesture. My hips rocked back and forth against his face. Writhing uncontrollably on his tireless tongue.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His hand slapped my ass. Not once but twice. I was being a bad girl by ignoring his needs. By now, I should have been working feverishly on his hard cock. My mouth quickly engulfed his entire length. I could feel the head of his cock nudging the back of my throat. My mouth slid up and down over it in steady rhythm. My tongue teased him with each out stroke. Mike’s tongue fucked me deeply, keeping time with my strokes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">We were both going at it. Enjoying each other’s taste. When suddenly, I felt Mike’s tongue slip out of my hole and slide upwards over my puckered hole. He licked at it hungrily. I writhed excitedly against his face, sucking at his cock harder. He continued to tease me like that until I could hardly stand it. I felt his fingers invade my pussy. That’s all I could take. I began to cum on his fingers. He eagerly stuck his face back into my pussy to lap up my juices. His masterful tongue prolonged my intense orgasm. I continued to feel wave after wave ripple through my body.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike’s body stiffened under me. He continued thrusting upward into my hot wet mouth. His hard cock throbbed continually. I could feel it growing with the urge to shoot its load. He let out a deep animalistic groan. “Ugghhhh, swallow my cum Laurie.” My incessant moaning sent his cock into spasms, throbbing and jerking inside my mouth. With one last hard thrust of his cock, I felt hot thick liquid shoot down the back of my throat. I willingly swallowed every last drop he offered.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">We both lay in front of the fireplace spent and happily satisfied. Mike had his head propped up on a pillow against the couch. I lay in his arms. A comfortable silence fell over us both, as he gently kissed my lips. Before I knew it, we had both fallen asleep. Unaware that the fire had almost gone out.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I awoke to the sound of wind rattling the front picture window of the cabin. Grinding the sleep from my eyes; I took a closer look through the small gap in the curtains. There I found that the snow had drifted up over the window about a foot. Which meant the front door was surely blocked. I noticed there was light illuminating the porch, remembering that Mike had left it on earlier. Which would mean the power had been restored. If in fact it had ever gone out. I never really thought to try any power source now that I thought about it. Reaching down, I shook Mike gently from his peaceful slumber, to tell him what I had found.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He got up from the blankets and stretched before moving across the floor to peak out the window. I watched the muscles in his naked body ripple with each movement. A smile crept across my face. Much like the Cheshire cat in ‘Alice In Wonderland’. It no longer mattered that I only had three days for a vacation. Hell, I had erased three years of job related stress in only a few hours. If the rest of my stay was this much fun, I would have to make this trip a few more times. I smiled just thinking about it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">After assessing the conditions outside, Mike turned to me and announced, “ It’s only gotten worse out there. I’m sure that once it has subsided tomorrow morning, the rest of my Dad’s crew will be around to clear the snow.” He didn’t seem too concerned for our safety. That eased my mind some.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“As far as the power being on, that's unlikely. My Dad had each of these cabins set up with a generator, that will kick on after the regular power is off for just so long. This sort of thing happens a lot out here. So to keep our guests comfortable and safe, he thought it was best.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Despite Mike’s capable explanation, there were obvious signs that he wasn’t totally focused on what he had been saying. I giggled behind the blanket I had drawn up around myself.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“What?” he asked. He really had no idea why I was giggling about something as serious as the bad weather we were having. I still hadn’t answered. “What’s wrong?” He inquired again.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Nothing is wrong Mike, honestly. It’s just that …” I stammered trying to find words to politely tell him what I had noticed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Just that WHAT?” He asked again. He seemed to be getting a little irritated at my inability to just spit it out.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I’m sorry Mike. I just found it amusing that you’re obviously not too focused on the weather outside.” He hadn’t even realized it, but all while he was talking to her, he gazed at her with soft pleading eyes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">That wasn’t what I found so amusing though, as I stared back at him with the same intense longing. My eyes dropped lower until he realized what I was looking at. When his gaze lowered, he discovered that his cock had regained life and was standing at attention. There he stood in all his naked glory ... with a full hard-on. I was relieved to see that he found it somewhat amusing as well.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He smiled at me. Then his facial expression changed suddenly. I knew what he was saying with his eyes. ‘Your gonna get it now’ I jumped up and ran towards the bedroom in hopes of slipping out of reach, but he was right behind me. I was able to dive up on the bed before he caught me. There I lay face down on the comforter unable to go any further. Mike had a firm grip on my ankles. Rolling over to face him, I squealed. “ Ok, ok I give up” He pulled me carefully to the edge, so that my legs dangled over the side.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I forgive you, but Sir Cumsalot here wants to teach you a lesson.” Mike said pointing at his hard cock.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Oh he does, does he?” I asked rather smugly. “ And what does ‘Sir Cumsalot’ intend to teach me?” I started this, so I figured I would play along with his little game. I was getting turned on by his need for the upper hand. At work, I was a strong leader. So now, under Mike’s dominance, I was getting off on being submissive to his needful passions.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">With a serious tone, Mike answered me. “ He wants to teach you self-control ... and about the pleasure of forbidden passions. If you disobey we will discipline you as we see fit.” His reference to discipline made me a little nervous. Until I looked deep into his blue eyes. He looked back at me lovingly. His eyes begging for my complete trust. Then to overcome any fears I might have, he added. “ I don’t want to hurt you Laurie …”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike’s body lay on top of mine, so that I couldn’t get away. His big strong hands had pinned my wrists to the bed. I couldn’t of fought back even if I tried. He was much stronger than I. Now, with his face only inches from mine, my first gesture of trust unfolded. I lifted my head off the bed. My eyes never leaving his. My lips softly tasted his, opening slightly to capture his lower lip between mine. I felt his grip loosen on my wrists. He was deliberately letting me go.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">It was I holding him, so that he couldn’t get away. My free hands cradled his head. Our kiss deepened. Tongues mingled, teasing, tasting. My legs involuntarily wrapped around his waist. His hard cock was against my wet bare pussy. My hard nipples pressed against his chest invitingly. Out of breath we parted for a moment. Our passion had sent us reeling out of control.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I looked into his eyes again and asked, “ If I promise to be a good girl, will you teach me?” I felt his hard cock spasm against me, jumping and jerking.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He grinned and answered for both of them. “ I think ‘Sir’ would be extremely upset with me, if I refused a beautiful woman, that promised to be an attentive student.” I smiled back, kissing him briefly on the lips.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter Six</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike threw me my robe and told me I had to go into the living room until he had prepared his ‘classroom’. I looked at him with surprise on my face. ‘What did he plan on doing in here?’ I wondered. I slipped the robe over my shoulders loosely tying it closed. The curves of my breasts were in plain sight for him to see. “Don’t take too long.” I warned, grinning devilishly at him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I’ll take as long as I need.” He replied rather smugly, raising his eyebrows.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“If you think you can hold out that long.” I ran my finger over the soft flesh of my exposed breasts, teasing him. It was obvious that I had made my point.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Just get moving.” He said with a grin. He slapped me playfully on the ass, as I exited the room. Shutting the door behind me, he began his preparations. I could hear him shuffling about in my room. Then I heard the sound of water running in the Jacuzzi tub. I couldn’t help but smile, he had read my mind. ‘He’s going to teach me about self-control?’ I wondered to myself. ‘Maybe it will be me that does the teaching.’ I laughed out loud at the thought.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I noticed that the fire had almost gone out. While I waited, I threw another log on. It didn’t take long for the fire to re-ignite. I pushed it around a few times in the grating just for something to occupy my mind. My thoughts enticed me to lose the game, before I had a chance to really play along. I wanted to touch myself so badly, but kept in mind that it wasn’t going to me that gave in first. “ Self-control Laurie … self-control.” I reminded myself.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The bedroom door creaked a little, as he stepped out. Curious, I started to turn and look, but he stopped me midway. “Ugh ugh, your not allowed to look. Just keep facing the fireplace. I will come to you.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">This really had me going now. What was I supposed to do about finding my way to the bedroom? Mike answered my question by placing one of my black silk stockings over my eyes. He tied it tightly, asking me if I could see. “No I can’t.” I replied nervously.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Good” I could picture the smile on his face when he spoke that single word. “Take my hand, I’ll lead you.” I was a little nervous about giving this much trust, but I took his hand anyway. Standing, I slipped my arm through his and listened for him to warn me of anything in our path.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Come out around the couch a little … there, that’s good.” With one hand out in front of me I stumbled to the bedroom. When we entered, he asked me to wait just inside the doorway for a moment.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Despite having closed my eyes under the thin silk material, I could still make out a flickering light behind my eyelids. I felt Mike walk around behind me. His arms reached around to the front of my robe, untying it. It fell to each side, exposing my nakedness. My thoughts drifted momentarily to voyeurism and imaginings of someone else watching. I felt a tingle of excitement course through my body.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike grasped my robe at my breasts, exposing them. As he did, he brushed across my sensitive nipples with his fingertips. They hardened under his touch. A barely audible moan slipped past my lips, drifting into the night air. My breath became uneven as I said, “ You’re not playing fair … touching me that way.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He let me off this time with only a warning. “ I’m allowed to do as I please. You’re the one that needs to learn self-control. Next time …” he hesitated a moment. “Next time, I get to spank you for questioning my motives.” Mike took my hand and led me, in the darkness, to the Jacuzzi. He instructed me on how many steps I needed to take to safely get in the tub.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As he held my hand, I started my descent. I stopped briefly to let my feet become accustomed to the temperature of the water. Once I was in, I moved to one side so that Mike, if he was going to, could get in too. I felt the water ripple, even though the water shooting from the jets masked most of his movement.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I felt his thigh brush against mine as he sat down beside me. Awaiting my instructions, I sat there in ecstasy. I was immersed to my shoulders in bubbling hot water. ‘I really should get one of these for after a long day at work.’ I thought to myself. Then I felt him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His arm went around my shoulders. His other hand slipped over my thigh and between my legs. His warm uneven breath whispered through my long blond hair and fell silently on my ear. He brushed my hair aside, allowing him access. His lips grazed my earlobe gently. He caught it between his teeth and gently tugged at the sensitive flesh. A probing tongue left a trail of mounting passion along the curve of my neck.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Deep in my own thoughts; I screamed at myself inside my head. “How am I NOT going to lose control” My self-control was wavering already. Taking a chance I responded to his touch. His hand slipped closer to my moist pussy. He did nothing, so I opened my legs wider. Placing my hand on his under the water, I urged him to enter me with his fingers. He parted the swollen flesh covering my hidden treasure, slipping his middle finger deep inside my slick hole. We both moaned in lustful unity.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Without removing his fingers, he knelt between my spread legs in the hot water. My hands searched for and cupped his face, pulling him towards me. Without care for the ‘rules’, I hungrily tasted his lips. My tongue slipped quickly into his waiting mouth and playfully teased his. He responded eagerly. In anticipation of tasting more of me, he abandoned my lips. I threw my head back shamelessly. My hips rocked against his thrusting fingers. “Ohhh … that feels so good” I yelled out half moaning. I didn’t care if the next cabin heard my cries.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Next, he focused on my breasts … kneading, licking, sucking, and pinching gently at my nipples. I moaned loudly, sometimes verbally encouraging his assault on my senses. “ Oh, yeah … Mike fuck me good Suck my hard nipples” My outbursts excited him beyond control.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His mouth continued on my breasts. One and then the other. His fingers thrust harder against my pulsating pussy. I teetered on the edge of climatic eruption. I felt Mike slip his free hand down between my legs, barely brushing my leg. The flow of the water jets changed. I felt a new current surrounding my legs. Mike had taken his hard, fully erect cock in his hand and was jacking off.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“That’s it baby … let Sir Cumsalot lose control” I urged. Just the thought of it pushed me over the edge. My pussy began to quiver and tighten around his probing fingers. “Baby I’m cumming ” I announced. He stroked harder and faster on his cock. He let me ride out my wave of pleasure, before removing his slick fingers.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The water splashed around my shoulders, as he stood in front of me. His legs were spread in a wider stance to hold my legs apart. They vibrated with the fast paced, up and down, stroke he applied on his manhood. I could only imagine him standing before me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Hoping he was aware, I licked my lips suggestively. Leaning forward a little, I searched out his leg and slipped my hand up the inner part of his thigh. I grinned, knowing what he must think I’m going to do. My fingers brushed lightly over his balls. His rhythm quickened.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Fingers pinched my nipple. My head cocked back, as if I was looking up at him. He was suddenly aware of my destination. My middle finger slid over his puckered hole between his ass cheeks. I had slipped it inside of my dripping cunt unknowingly. Spreading my juices over his hole, I could feel its resistance fading. I teased him until I knew he was real close. Then I inserted my finger. Surprisingly, he took it with acceptance.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike’s body tensed, as he started groaning with pleasure. A long drawn-out moan escaped. His cock began to twitch with his ejaculation. I felt his hot sticky cum land on my chest. Rubbing it all over, I told him how good it felt against my flesh. It took Mike a little bit to recover from such a forceful cum, but when he did; I knew it was time to pay the price for losing my self-control.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter Seven</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I could feel Mike’s hot breath on my cheek, as he leaned in close to me. “You’ve been a VERY bad girl.” He whispered. His tone of voice told me he was outwardly annoyed with my disobedience. Inside, his more private thoughts overflowed with animalistic need. Mike had known the moment he set eyes on her; he wanted her badly, to possess her, to unleash her hidden passions.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Up Stand up Laurie.” His command was stern and full of intention. I stood as I was told and waited. He turned me to face the wall. Or at least that’s what I assumed. The dim flickering light from the candles had faded, as I stood in complete darkness. I heard him moving about, feeling the ripples of water around my legs.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Kneel on the ledge where you were sitting.” I moved forward feeling my way. His hand grasped my arm for support. I found the edge of the tub and held on tightly. I pulled my knees up onto the Jacuzzi seat. I was relieved to find that he had graciously folded a small towel to kneel upon.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The whole scenario turned me on, but I wished that he would remove the blindfold. I felt my reaction to his commands were clumsy and at best animated. I wanted him to see my eyes and the emotions that lie within. My imagination wandered while I waited for him to say or do something.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Suddenly I was jolted back to reality. A loud ‘crack’ sounded in the quiet room. I felt the cheek of my backside sting against the work-warn palm of his hand. I cried out in surprise and discomfort.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“You’ll take your punishment without making a sound.” He raised his hand and slapped the sensitive skin again … then again. I could only imagine how red it must be. Wincing at the pain, I did my best to keep quiet. I wasn’t used to such dominance. A brief thought ran through my head though, as I stood there taking it; although it stung, I was enjoying it.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The wetness between my legs flowed freely. I could feel traces of it dripping down the inside of my thighs. Soon, the painful look on my face turned to pleasure. My slight groan of pain turned into long sensual moans. He didn’t seem to mind that I expressed myself in that way.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike smiled behind me. “That’s a good girl.” He said praising me. “You’re being a very good student now. Perhaps it is time I reward you for your efforts to please me.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I begged silently for him thrust his hard cock up my waiting pussy as my reward. Another idea had already crossed his mind. His intentions were to make me wait for as long as he possibly could. I felt his hardness brush against my thigh. He teased me purposely. My ass wiggled daring him to just “DO IT”. What I got instead both shocked and surprised me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Two then three fingers plunged into my wetness. It was as if his intentions were to scoop up as much of my juices as he could … he did just that. He pulled his fingers out pleased at how they glistened in the candlelight. He hesitated for a moment. I wondered what he was doing. Then I heard a low hum and a whirring sound behind me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I couldn’t place it right away. Then I realized what it was. Had he come THAT prepared? I almost laughed out loud at the idea. He was sure of himself, but that would be presuming a bit too much. Even for him. Then it dawned on me …</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Hope you don’t mind, but as I was preparing things in here, I came across your little bag of goodies.” His little chuckle emanated enjoyment. “You shouldn’t leave things out in the open for others to see. Now you’ll get what you deserve” I felt the tip of my little flesh colored, multi-speed, just like the real thing vibrator, press against my hole.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The vibrations against my ass felt so good. He pressed into it a little more. It opened slowly to his advances. It had sat in the cold room long enough to possess a slight chill. That, along with the slickness of my juices spread over its length, made me want more of it. I pushed backwards onto the head of it, as he pushed forward into me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I couldn’t help it. I had to verbalize my pleasure. “Oh shit … Mike, that feels so fucking good.” Dirty words slipped out of my mouth. Manipulating my ass enticed the seedier side of me to come out to play. I was quickly turning into his obedient slut.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He held it stationery, as I rocked back and forth on it. He reached around with his free hand and pinched my nipple hard, rolling and twisting it between his fingers. I threw my head back, moaning so loud I think I startled him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“May I play with my pussy?” I dared to ask. He abandoned my nipple, slapping my ass hard, in answer to my question. I did it anyway.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His stinging hand only added to the pleasure I was experiencing. I continued without hesitation, until I came profusely. I could feel my ass muscles throbbing, grabbing onto the welcome intrusion in my ass. My fingers wallowed in the juices pooling at my vaginal opening. His hungry fingers pushed mine aside, so that he could get some for himself.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I could hear his satisfied moans behind me, as he sucked his fingers clean. Once again we were both satisfied with the outcome of our forbidden lust, but he wasn’t done with me yet. “Now, how would you like to feel a real, big, hard cock inside of that tight ass of yours?”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He thrust into my wet pussy to get his cock lubricated. Before I could answer his previous question, I felt the bulbous head of his cock pressing against my ass. I was still vulnerable from the vibrator, so it was easy for him to slide in a little.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The thickness of his cock filled my aching ass. Then he pushed against me a little more. His hips began to rock back and forth, fucking me with the tip. “Ohhhh” I moaned. I burned with hot passionate lust. It hurt a little, but the more he moved inside of me, the more I wanted.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Before I knew it, he had most of his large cock inside of me. I struggled to take it all. Mike didn’t move for a few seconds, allowing me time to get used to the feeling of complete fullness. He spanked me lightly over and over on the cheeks, which enticed me more. My ass writhed with excitement.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Slowly, I began moving up and down on his length, fucking myself with his cock. Mike groaned with pure ecstasy, at the feel of my tight ass squeezing him. I wiggled my ass with him still inside, teasing him with my wanton ways. “Does that feel good Mike?” I asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Ugh” He let out a groan, that seemed to come from the pit of his stomach. “ Yes It feels so fucking good.” His self-control began to fade. I felt him fucking me with slow deliberate strokes in and out.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Despite this being my ‘punishment’ he was gentle with me. He slapped my reddened skin again. Grabbing a handful of my hair, his thrusts became more adamant. We met each other’s thrusts with intense need.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My hand disappeared between my legs to play with myself. Faster and faster I rubbed my swollen clit, bringing myself close to orgasm. I could feel his building also, as his cock swelled in my ass. “Mmm, yes baby … cum in my ass.” His strokes intensified.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His groin pounded faster and harder against me. “I’m cummminnngg ” My body began to twitch, pulsing with each wave of release. My climax was so forceful that he could feel my hole tighten in spasms on his cock. This pushed him over the edge. He could no longer hold back his own climax to prolong the euphoric feeling that had washed over him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“ Ugh, Jesus … I can’t hold back” His body stiffened, as he thrust hard into me a couple more times. The last time he slammed into me he held his body tight against mine. I felt his hot sticky juice explode into my depths, cleansing my insides with his cum. My asshole burned. The thick fluid covered the rawness of his intense fuck. Instead of pain, I felt the pleasure of the moment.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He remained inside of me for a while before his cock began to slowly lose its hardness. Pulling out of me slowly, he said. “ That totally drained me.” He chuckled, a smile spread across his face. He sat down on the bench inside the tub and I turned carefully to do the same. He reached out to take my hand, helping me. We both fought to regain our slow rhythmic breathing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I felt a breeze up by my head, as if he waved his hand. Subconsciously, I had closed my eyes in the throws of passion and hadn’t yet opened them. I had forgotten about the blindfold, that was covering my eyes. He untied it easily with one hand. I slowly opened my eyes to let them adjust to the candlelight. Which surprisingly shown brightly in the dark room. Mike kissed me passionately before he lay back against the edge to relax.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Hungry?” I asked. I was suddenly famished. As I’m sure he was. He nodded in agreement. “ Well, I’ll wash up quick and go find something for us.” I said smiling. His eyes had closed. “ Hey, don’t go falling’ asleep in the tub.” His eyes fluttered open to look at me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“ Your probably right.” He said in agreement. “ Pass me the soap when your done … and I’ll be right behind you.” We soaped up quickly, playfully helping each other. I could feel Mike’s cock growing again in anticipation with each soapy caress.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Handing him the soap, grinning, I said. “ You better finish yourself or we’ll be in here all night and starve to death.” We both laughed. I grabbed one of the neatly folded towels on the edge of the tub and proceeded to get out. Quickly drying off, I complained briefly about it being a little chilly.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“ I’ll go throw another log on the fire if it’s still going.” I threw on my robe and headed out to the living room. Mike was rinsing off when I left the room. Shortly, I heard the motor on the Jacuzzi stop, as he pulled the plug to drain the tub.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I yelled into the other room where he was still drying off. “What sounds good? I have ham for sandwiches or we can cook the steaks I bought.” I waited for an answer.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike walked out of the bedroom buck naked in search of his jeans and shirt. “Doesn’t Sir Cumsalot EVER rest?” I asked laughing out loud. Mike looked down and saw that his cock was half hard yet.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I guess he was excited to meet Lady Lust.” He chuckled at his quick-witted humor. “ I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night, better cook up that steak. I’m going to need some red meat.” He grinned devilishly at me. His blue eyes sparkled in the dim light.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Ok, get dressed would you … or it won’t be the meat cooking’.” We both laughed again. Mike slipped his jeans on and headed over to the fireplace, throwing on a couple of logs. “Thanks” I said appreciatively. He sat down on the couch when he was done, stretching out to relax. His eyes closed again. Soon I could hear the faint sound of his snoring coming from the other room. I just grinned and busied myself preparing our meal of steak and salad.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter Eight</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I awoke Mike by waving his plate of steaming food in front of his nose. The aroma of steak topped with sauteed onions and mushrooms drifted through the cabin. His eyes popped open, as he exclaimed how hungry he was, “I’m famished after all that hot sex.” He chuckled. Truth was, I was too.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Handing him his plate of food, I sat his bowl of salad down on the end table nearby. Then went back to the kitchen to get mine off of the counter top. We enjoyed out dinner while we talked more about our lives. As we finished, I took the plates out to the kitchen. Mike asked, “ What’s for dessert?” He laughed, as if he knew I wasn’t prepared for that.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I stammered a little, trying to think of something quick, that I might have in the fridge. I didn’t get many groceries at the little store on my way here. I only bought enough for a couple days, thinking that I might be going out to eat a time or two. Frantically, I replayed what I had bought the in my head.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I’m not referring to food.” He announced with a sly grin on his face.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Sitting down next to him on the couch, I playfully punched him in the arm. “ Here I am trying to think of what to offer you and your thinking about sex.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“It’ll be a great way to work off what we just ate.” He tried to convince me of the benefits of sexual activity, after eating such a filling dinner.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I …” Mike placed his lips on mine mid-sentence, cutting off any excuses I intended to offer. He kissed them gently, as if committing their taste to memory.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“ Mmm you taste good. Let’s see what’s in the second layer.” His mouth covered mine once again. His tongue slipped between my slightly opened lips to find mine. Mike’s kiss lustfully devoured me, as he would a heavenly piece of rich cake.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">A questioning thought flashed through my mind, as I sat eyes closed, taking in the sumptuousness of my dessert; “I wonder if he’s imagining me as a piece of ‘Better Than Sex Cake’”? At that moment, I felt like the smooth, rich, creamy layers of that luscious cake. My smooth skin … my body rich with sugary passion … and my pussy. My pussy was creamy with mounting arousal.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His ravenous lips traveled along the curve of my neck. “Mike, you are insatiable.” I moaned. He found the little sensitive spot along the hollow of my collarbone. My breathing faltered, as I gave in to his appetite.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“ Shhh, just enjoy your dessert.” He savored every taste, every nibble. His hand slipped past the edge of my robe and covered my bare breast. My hard nipple stood erect in the palm of his hand, as he cupped and kneaded my flesh. Pulling the fabric back exposing me, his mouth covered the nipple’s diameter, sucking and nibbling at its tender meatiness.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I arched my back to meet his waiting mouth. A groan of pleasure escaped from deep within him. He slowly lowered me onto the couch, so that I lay beneath him. Mike untied my robe leaving me naked and vulnerable to his touch. His soft chest hair tickled my stomach, as he continued his desired assault on my breasts. I could feel his cock straining against the tightness of his jeans. It pressed hard against my unyielding upper thigh. Sir Cumsalot was awake and ready to defend his territory.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike’s demeanor had changed. He was being affectionate. It was as if offering him food tamed the wild beast in him. His hunger satisfied; he chose to take gentle deliberate pleasure in the tasty morsel that lay before him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I loved responding with wild abandonment during sex, as well as offering a taste of forbidden fruit. But what Mike was offering me now, was flawless unexplored intimacy. Somewhere between ‘hello’ and this moment, our needs had changed. I could tell by the way he kissed me and touched my burning flesh. He gazed into my eyes with a smoldering passion that I had not seen before.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter Nine</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I could not help but gaze back at him with the same intensity I saw in his eyes. If asked only a day ago if I believed in love at first site, I would of said ‘No’. What started out as pure animal magnetism had blossomed, in only a few short hours, into something else, into something I couldn’t explain.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike seemed to change his mind. Moving back up my body, he brought his face only inches from mine, whispering. “ I apologize for the intensity of my demanding ways. When I first laid eyes on you, I wanted you so badly. Now, I want you even more, but …” He hesitated, staring deep into my eyes. His gaze was apologetic and tender.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Shhh” I told him. “ You don’t have to explain.” I said, offering my understanding. We both had spent our rush of lustful excitement early on. What we both wanted now, was to make slow passionate love to each other. So that we could imprint every detail to our memory forever. Every detail that our senses could capture. “ Make love to me slowly Mike.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">A small grin formed on his lips. His eyes sparkled with admiration. We did seem to understand each other. I raised my head the few inches that separated us and pressed my soft lips against his. Without hurry our lips tasted each other’s sweetness.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike carefully brushed a few strands of hair from my cheek. Caressing their silkiness between his fingers. His fingers brushing lightly against my skin. I stroked his back with gentle caresses. Sometimes pulling him tighter to me, as my need grew for him. I could feel his need growing through his jeans, as he lay atop of me. Our kiss became more needful.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike broke free from my embrace momentarily to make a suggestion. “ Let’s take this someplace more comfortable.” I merely smiled in agreement. My mind was elsewhere, imprinting the kissable softness of his lips to memory.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“ I’ll just throw another log on real quick.” He rose from my scantily clad body. I could feel his eyes sweep intensely across my body. No smile, no words. Just uneven breathing, that signified the unsteady emotions lying just below the surface.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He backed away from me lying on the couch, turning unwillingly to take care of the fire. I closed my robe and swung my legs off the edge to get up. I sat there a moment watching the muscles in his back, as he picked up a heavy log and dropped it carefully onto the remaining embers. Mike poked at the fire stirring it up.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">When he was satisfied it would take off nicely, he turned back to me and extended his arm, offering me his hand. I graciously accepted. With my hand in his he led me to the bedroom. A couple of the larger sturdier candles still flickered in the corner of the room. Giving us enough light to make our way to the bed. The orange glow cast by the candles created a mysterious other world feeling to our surroundings. It cast us in a ritualistic light, that I found to be flattering.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">When we reached the side of the bed, Mike let go of my hand to turn back the covers. I began to untie my robe, when he turned and said. “No …” His sudden outburst startled me. “ I want to undress you.” My hands fell to my side, as I anticipated his touch.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I wanted to say something to him, but it was too soon. Silently I reminded myself to just stay in the moment. Worry about tomorrow … tomorrow. I wanted him so bad that my entire body ached with need.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He lifted my robe from my shoulders, letting it drop around my feet. Mike’s eyes never left mine. He had no other clothing to remove, as I had only put on my robe to eat. I reached out to reciprocate. I unbuttoned his jeans and slipped the zipper down carefully. In the silence, the “zzzzz” of his zipper, was all I heard against the backdrop of our erratic breathing. The head of his cock was peeking out at me. His pair of jeans was the only thing keeping our naked bodies apart.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">We stared at each other in awe, as if it was our first time together. This time we took our time to actually see … to touch … to feel the current of attraction buzzing between us. I crawled up into the feather soft bed, waiting for him to join me. Mike quickly slipped his pants off and climbed in next to me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The night air had turned colder, penetrating the sliding doors in the bedroom. He offered to put his arm around and under my head, so that I could rest it upon his chest. Snuggling closer for warmth and the feel of flesh against flesh, I expressed to him how good it felt for him to hold me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I turned my head towards him to kiss his chest. His arm tightened around my shoulders, pulling me closer. I planted slow caressing kisses at the base of his neck. Further still, until he could hear my jagged breath quicken in his ear. My hand slid up over his stomach and chest. I stopped for a moment to run my fingers through his chest hair. I cupped the opposite cheek in my hand, as my whispered breath uttered, “I want to make love to you Mike.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My thumb caressed his cheek, brushing against his mustache as I slid my hand closer to his mouth. I gently caressed his wet lips with my thumb. Followed by my finger, as my mouth neared his. He caught my finger between his teeth holding it there gently. His lips encircled it, sucking it slowly. Teasing me with his intentional seduction.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He released my finger, opening his mouth just a little, as my lips came to rest upon his. My tongue grazed against his bottom lip, before mine entrapped it between their swollen arousal. I sucked at his bottom lip gently … briefly, before kissing him full on the mouth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Our tongues slipped into the other’s mouth, twisting, entangling … dancing their slow erotic dance. We both moaned as our kiss intensified. Pressed against his upper body, my bare breast and hardened nipple poked against him. Mike held my head in his hands. His fingers tangled in my long blond hair. He didn’t want to let go of me … He didn’t want me slipping away into the night. My leg slipped over his, cradling it against my wet bare pussy. Some of my wet warm juices dripped onto his leg, branding him with my passion.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I rubbed my pussy against his trapped thigh, as our kiss continued to deepen. I felt his hand slide down, brushing over his swollen member, pressing it against my hip. His hand cupped the cheek of my butt, then continued north. His fingertips trailed along the outer edge of my body. Goose bumps rose on my flesh at his lightly applied touch. I cursed him silently for making me feel so wild, so out of control. I wanted him so damn bad.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His hand stopped at my exposed breast, as I turned my upper body just enough for him to capture my nipple between his fingertips. He twisted and rolled its erectness until I moaned into his open mouth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike rolled me onto my back without breaking our sexual connection. He pressed his leg firmly between my thighs against the V-shape of my womanhood. I rocked my hips against him frantically, unable to stop until he felt me tremble beneath him. Warm wet cum seeped from my depths. I slipped my hand between us into the waiting wetness, fucking myself with my fingers.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Our moans mingled. Mike slipped his tongue out of my mouth leaving a trail of warm wet kisses behind as he headed south. I arched against his waiting mouth, verbally expressing my appreciation. “Ohhh, You feel so fucking good Mike” I wasn’t concerned about the volume of my voice. My only concern was how damn good he was making me feel.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I writhed in excitement as he closed in on my waist … then lower, as I felt his kisses getting wetter. He teased me deliberately, kissing and licking everywhere but there. He even licked my fingers, as I continued playing with my pussy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I wasn’t going to let him get away with teasing me. I slipped my fingers back into my wet hole covering my mound with the palm of my hand.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“What do you want Mike?” I asked. He looked up at me, his eyes pleading. “Your going to have to ask me … “ I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked my sweet nectar from them. “Mmm, would you like to lick my pussy Mike?” I felt like teasing him until he begged me. It wasn’t enough to know that he wanted me. I wanted to feel his need for me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">In between wet kisses and hungry licks along my inner thighs he pleaded. “ Laurie … please … I want to … taste your sweetness … Mmm, so bad.” His mouth brushed so closely, that I raised my hips unable to control my impulses. He knew I had surrendered.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike’s mouth licked my moist fingers that still lay between my legs. Their attempt to keep him at bay useless. His tongue slipped between my fingers. Hungrily he licked at them, devouring every delicious morsel. It was useless. My attempt to keep him out had failed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My hand cupped the side of his face, as he dove deeper into my love nest. I could feel my climax building, more and more. Lifting my hips I pressed my pussy into his face and mouth. I wanted more. I could feel my orgasm … almost … then he pulled back a little to prolong my release. “Oh don’t stop” I begged. He flicked my pussy with his tongue. He would fuck me with it when he was ready to and not before.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He grinned, but I didn’t notice. I was so totally involved in what I was feeling. “What do you want Laurie?” he asked. “ Do you want my tongue to fuck you until you cum?”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Mmmhmm … Please Mike.” My hand rose to cup the side of his face again, urging him to go down on me. “ Please.” I breathlessly begged again. I tried to calm myself a little hoping that would show him I would be good. I just wanted to feel his tongue inside. I wanted to cum.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">It worked. Mike continued his quest to make me cum. Slowly at first. He made me wait patiently for my orgasm to rebuild to the point of no return. I hated that he stopped in the first place, but loved him for the new excitement building within me. It was more intense and coming so quickly.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">At the point of no return I grasped his head gently and held him to me. My body began to tremble, as each unavoidable wave of ecstasy rolled through me. Mike’s tongue waited within my tunnel of love for the first taste of my nectar. Cum washed over his tongue, coating it. I could hear him moaning, as he dug in for more. My release was so intense, that tears of unexplainable pleasure pooled under my eyelids.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">After my orgasm subsided I felt him moving up alongside my body to lie next to me. He kissed me, sharing my taste on his lips. ‘How could I possibly make him feel as good as he made me feel?’ I asked myself silently. Mike needed release. I could feel his rock hard cock stabbing against my leg. Just begging me to relieve it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I had noticed a ladder back chair sitting in the corner of the room earlier. A smile spread across my face. Getting up from the bed, I made my way over to the chair. Mike just watched me with a confused look on his face. Setting it by the side of the bed, I asked Mike to humor me and come sit on the chair. Intrigued as to what I had up my sleeve. he jumped off the bed, quickly taking his seat before me. His hard cock sprung from his lap in an inviting way.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Straddling his lap, I sat down slowly on his cock. It was swollen with excitement, making it a very tight fit. It felt so good the way he filled me up. Holding on to the back of the chair I rocked my hips in a circular motion, swallowing every inch with my pussy. Mike’s arms wrapped around me and cupped my ass. He kissed my neck and encouraged my movements on his manhood. He leaned in catching my erect nipple in his mouth and sucked at it with such need.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Slowly I rode up and down on his rod. With each motion his cock became more and more lubricated. My rhythm quickened. Faster and faster, until I was riding him with intention of bringing him to a sudden climax. Then slower, an unbearably slow fuck. My hips slowly writhed with desire, as I took in the length of his cock.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“ Oh yeah baby, ride me” His eyes closed, as a look of pure pleasure came across his face. His hands grasped my ass tighter, still allowing me the freedom of my own pace. My climax neared as my rhythm quickened.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Faster … faster, “Oh baby, I’m going to cum on your fucking cock ” I moaned loudly. My confession brought Mike closer to his own release.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“ Cum for me Laurie.” He encouraged, as his load threatened to explode. My body reacted almost simultaneously with his enticing words. “ That’s it baby. I feel it, I feel you cumming.” I continued to ride him vigorously, as my body spasm. My pussy grasped at his hardness with each pleasurable pulsation. I felt his body stiffen, as he prepared to shoot his load in my wet pussy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Ugh He groaned loudly. I felt his thick liquid gush into me. Some leaking out as I thrust down on him a couple more times. I slid down the length of him one more time and sat upon his lap.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike kissed me passionately, showing me his appreciation for giving him such a good cum. We slowly parted lips. “Thank you Mike.” I said with sincerity.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“For what Laurie?” he asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I blushed slightly, feeling like I was giving him thanks for my first time ever. “For giving me such pleasure tonight.” In a sense he had. It had been a very long time since I felt so much passion and freedom to express my needs.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He smiled at me, the sparkle in his baby blue eyes twinkling at me. “ Your welcome of course, but there’s no need to thank me. I should be the one thanking you.” I looked at him surprised and puzzled. “ For allowing me to experience your beauty … both inside and out.”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I was sure that had been the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me. He could see by the look in my eyes that he had made his point. I leaned in a kissed him gently on the lips. Tasting them slowly, I replayed the night’s events in my head, committing every detail to memory. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">PART TWO</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">DREAM'S DESIRE</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Intro</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The night’s events kept filtering in and out of my dreams, as I drifted off to sleep in Mike’s arms. It felt as if it had all been an erotic dream. One produced from months of sexual seclusion. After the ex had moved out eight months prior, my vibrator had become my partner in uninhibited passion. Between the absence of a flesh and blood man and horrendous work hours, romantic fulfillment had become almost extinct. Well, with the exception of those moments when my body burned hot with need. Just before giving in to sleep’s dreaminess, my mind mingled with reality.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter One</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">One Saturday morning about three months ago, we were called in for an impromptu meeting concerning an existing account. We needed something new, something fresh, to submit as our proposal. Keeping this account was vital to our company’s survival. The seven department heads concerned, myself included, were stressed beyond belief. The meeting lasted about three hours before we decided, enough was enough, and we made our final decisions. Everyone said his or her weary good-byes, promising to be back on Monday.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As usual I stayed behind to finish up. No one was left in the building except the janitor ‘Big’ Tom and myself. The women in the building were responsible for the title ‘Big’. Since its first utterance, it had stuck. Tom was a big good-looking hunk of a man, but it wasn’t the reason we called him that. A few of us closer female co-workers began to notice the bulge in his pants. Making comments among ourselves we just one day said, “Hey Big Tom, how’s it going?” and it stuck.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">After I figured I had done enough work, I gathered my things and exited my office. It had gotten late, in my tenacious working state of mind. I was going through my mental checklist, when I remembered that I needed the outline from the meeting. I started to turn around to head back to my office, when I realized I had left it in the boardroom. As I neared the double doors I heard something down the hall. It was ‘Big’ Tom. He was standing at the end of the corridor, getting ready to descend on the service elevator to the next floor.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I raised my hand to wave, yelling down to him. “ Have a good night ‘Big’ Tom”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He waved back. “You do the same Laurie” I wondered if he realized why we called him 'Big' Tom?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I commented under my breath. “Hell, I would if you’d just fuck me with that big cock of yours.”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Entering the room, my mind began wandering aimlessly into forbidden fantasy. I needed the distraction, the release. I looked across the boardroom table, to where I had sat quite a few hours ago, and found my outline. Sitting down in my conference chair, I went over my mental checklist one more time, making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. I swung around in the overstuffed chair and faced the night skyline. It sure was beautiful at night. The last remnants of sunset faded. Burning lights, in the high-rise across from us, shown brightly like twinkling stars in the dark night.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My head fell back against the chair. Stress poured from every pore of my body. Thoughts drifted back to ‘Big’ Tom. I smiled as I imagine him walking back in here, naked under his janitor’s jumpsuit. In my fantasy, he expressed his need to fuck my wet pussy. While I stood, bent seductively, over the boardroom table. He lifted my skirt high above my ass, admiring my gartered stockings and shapely legs. Tom inhaled the sweet smell of sexual arousal emanating from my soaked red silk panties. Eyes closed I imagined every heated exchange between us.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">That night, my hand slipped between my stocking-covered legs, in the boardroom that caused so much stress, and I came.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As my dream continued, lying next to Mike in our bed of passion, ‘Big’ Tom disappeared. It was Mike’s eyes I gazed into, as he stood before me, naked under the janitor’s jumpsuit. His big hard cock strained against the course material, begging to fuck me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“You want ‘Big’ Mike to fuck you nice and hard Laurie?” he asked. All the while, he stared lustfully at my hand between my legs.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I stood up from my chair, and turned away from him. Bending slightly at the waist, over the edge of the table, I hiked my skirt up over my ripe ass. I turned my head. Looking over my shoulder, with a smoldering glare of sexual need I replied, “If you don’t I’ll have you fired.” My corporate-voiced answer stated my demands clearly.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">‘Big’ Mike looked at me in wonder, as to whether or not I could actually have that done. His worry was short lived. Mentally he threw caution to the wind. ‘Fuck that sexual harassment bullshit your feeding me … and Fuck you.’ ‘Big’ Mike quickly unzipped his janitor’s jumpsuit. Pulling it off his upper body and letting it hang freely from his waist.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My intense glare never faltered. I stood there daring him with my eyes. I looked him over from head to cock like a piece of well-earned corporate meat. The sight of his broad hairy chest, thick arms and swollen cock, made my pussy hot. I wouldn’t have him fired, but I might insist on a weekly endowment of his sexual prowess. My hand slipped between my spread legs.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">‘Big’ Mike saw the outline of my fingers, through the thin fabric of my red silk panties. They were sliding in and out of my wet pussy. My ass writhed invitingly. I pulled them out slowly and brought them to my turned head, teasing him. My wet rose-colored lips encircled my middle finger at the base. I pulled it slowly out of my hungry mouth. “ Would you like to taste the benefits that cum with this job?” I asked. Desire-smothered sarcasm oozed from every word.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He stood there with his swollen cock in his hand. Just stroking it slowly. Lustful thoughts glazed over his eyes.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Well Do you or don’t you?” I demanded.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">‘Big’ Mike released his cock and came up behind me, a look of disgust on his face. His arm circled around my waist, pulling my ass back against his hard cock. The other one wrapped around my chest, grasping my aching breast in the palm of his hand. He squeezed it tightly. “You know, you corporate bitches are fucking cock teases.” He growled into my ear. His face was pressed so closely to mine, that I could feel his hot excited breath against my flesh. The arm that had enclosed around my waist dropped lower, as he invaded the space between my legs. ‘Big’ Mike ripped my panties aside and slid his fingers into my soaked crotch.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I tried to fight back to regain control, but his strength was no match for mine. The more I struggled the more his cock seemed to grow between my ass cheeks. The faster he fucked me with his thick fingers the wetter I got. My struggling turned into pleasurable writhing. My ass teased his cock. Mike took turns fucking me then rubbing my clit with his fingers. I could feel my orgasm building. My hands grasped at him, trying to hang on to my sanity and on to him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Maybe ol’ ‘Big’ Mike here should give you a good reason to call me that, eh?” He was stern, but you could hear the underlying desire in his voice. “Fuck you nice and hard with ‘Big’ Mike’s thick hard cock. Mmm, wouldn’t you like that?” My answer was given in a long deep moan of approval. “You can be my little corporate slut. Whenever I feel like it, I’ll fuck you. In the boardroom, in the utility room … or maybe across your God damn desk in your office.” Him talking dirty to me like this was pushing me over the edge. He had me so turned on I was willing to do just about anything.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Ohhh ‘Big’ Mike …” I moaned loudly, my voice echoing in the empty room. “If you want me to be your fucking slut then you’re going to have to take it” I spat back at him. I couldn’t give up the dominance I had learned at work that easily. I was used to people bowing to my demands, but he was quickly turning me into his submissive little slut.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Oh, I think you’ll do as I say Laurie, or I’ll have you fired for your indiscretions here in this boardroom.” Weren’t dreams supposed to go your way? I wondered this in my half-awake/half-asleep state, as I turned over in bed. I felt Mike snuggle in behind me. He was asleep, but his cock was awake. It pressed against my ass just as ‘Big’ Mike’s did in my dream. Moaning, I wiggled my ass against it. I wasn’t sure what was a dream or reality. Mike wrapped his arm around me, placing his hand on my breast, in his sleep.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Well then just fuck me and get it over with” I yelled at ‘Big’ Mike.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“No … no” ‘Big’ Mike chuckled at my stupidity. “I want you to beg me to fuck you bitch.” His sharp words stung and excited. “Beg or get fired”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I believed what he said. He was determined to have me how he wanted it. He let me go just enough that I broke free. Pushing his hand away from between my legs I said, “I’ll never beg” I turned to look at him, staring him in the face with my obstinacy. I started to walk away from him. He grabbed my arm and swung me back around saying, “We’ll see about that.” He backed me up against the wall between the huge picture windows. There wasn’t much of it. As I looked to the side, I could see out the window 10 floors down. It made me dizzy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He moved swiftly, his thigh held me to the wall between my legs. Grabbing each wrist he lifted them over my head and held tight. He had me pinned between him and the wall. Looking either way, I felt if I moved I would fall out the huge windows. It wasn’t possible, but my fear of heights stopped me. Frozen and unable to move, he roughly took what he wanted.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">‘Big’ Mike’s hands assaulted … felt … loved … needed … took me. My leg lifted involuntarily to wrap around his. His that pressed between mine with restraint. My back arched away from the wall, as he sucked and bit at my erect nipples through my blouse. His fingers had found their way back into my pool of sexual urge and were fucking me with intense purpose. His mouth covered mine for a moment of uninhibited desire.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His lips left mine, tasting the curve of my neck. He bit at my tender skin, sucking at it hard enough to leave his mark … a mark of my defeat … his Mastership. “Oh Fuck ” I screamed out. “Just fuck me with your big hard cock.” I groaned with lust. ‘Big’ Mike didn’t take the time to revel in his victory. Turning me around, he held me against the open window. His strong grip was still firmly on my wrists. He ripped my red silk panties from my pussy and thrust his swollen cock deep into me, impaling me upon his mighty sword.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He thrust in and out of me with sexual authority … harder and faster. He released my sore wrists, knowing I wouldn’t try to run. We became one entangled body of sexual arousal, humping and grinding right there in plain sight. Anyone who dared look up would see us.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Back in the reality of my lover’s bed, I writhed against Mike’s body. My incessant moaning with lustful need had awakened his desire. He caressed my dream-induced body. Mike wanted to become a part of my erotic fantasy, to share my erotic arousal.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter Two</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He kissed my closed eyelids, my cheek, the tip of my nose, and tasted my lips. Lowering the covers from my warm body, his mouth searched lower until he caught my erect nipple between his lips. His moans coincided with the moaning in my dream. I reached out and pulled him closer to me, as if I was aware of reality. He planted sensuous kisses around my swollen breasts and then headed further south.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">A wet trail of passion led him to my V-shaped treasure. Mike’s mustache tickled my skin. Little goose bumps covered my body in chilled arousal. With my body exposed to the cool night air I began to awaken. Once again, I dangled somewhere between slumber and aroused consciousness.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Mmm” I moaned loudly, as I felt his loving mouth kiss me just above my trimmed pubic hair. He planted little kisses and licks all around my pussy. I was so wet from the dream of him as my demanding janitor of lust. His tongue slipped between the fleshy folds to find me slick and creamy. As I began to awaken, I heard him whisper words of pleasure.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“You taste so fucking good Laurie. You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” He lapped the nectar from me devouring every morsel he could. It was all for him, my offering to my Master of Pleasure. His tongue flicked at my swollen clit, then slid lower, plunging it into my hole. He was so good with his tongue.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Now, fully awake to know the reality of what was happening, I reached for him, urging him to come to me and share his tasty treat. I could smell my juices lingering on his mustache, which had the same affect on me. It turned me on. We shared and savored the ‘Essence of Me’, with an intimate kiss only shared by lovers. Our kiss, slow and inviting, tender and loving, passionately filled with pure lust for each other.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“You are my Master of Pleasure Mike.” I whispered. “I give to you my every desire and passion.” A deep guttural moan was released. He loved that I gave my complete self to him freely.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“And you are my Mistress of Passion … a willing slave to my every whim. Because you obediently desire to please me, I hold you close as the only slave to my pleasure. I honor and respect you as you show me.” These words were something I didn’t expect to hear out of a man, but I could feel and hear his sincerity.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Your Mistress wishes to have her Master make love to her.” My face was serious and intent on him seeing what emotions lie within. His was not without the same.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“ Your Master wants the same.” With that admission he began kissing me passionately again … tongues intertwining, making love, exploring. Our passions had changed so quickly. We were caught up in a whirlwind of intense emotion. Completely lost in a world created by lovers of eras gone by.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">For over an hour we kissed, touched, caressed and grind against each other in ultimate ecstasy. We both knew that it wouldn’t be long after he thrust into me, that we would both succumb to sexual bliss.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">There were no acrobatics involved, just pure want and passionate need. As Mike lay on top of me, he slowly entered my waiting pussy with his hard cock. I felt his thickness stretch me. I stifled the words I wanted to utter, but not the moans that welled up inside of me. His mouth covered mine.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My moans continued against his open mouth. I brought my legs up around his waist. Mike chose to kneel before my womanhood. I lifted my legs up and over his chest and shoulders. He held on tightly for support and pushing. He thrust harder into my depths. He leaned forward, bending my legs to my chest, reaching deeper. “Uggghhhh” he groaned. “You feel so damn good Laurie. If I keep going I’m going to cum.”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Don’t stop” I didn’t want him to this time. “Just release for me, don’t hold back.” I begged. His thrusting quickened. He was so close … I was so close.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Cum with me Laurie. Let me feel your juices wash over my hard cock.” He slowed a little to wait for me, but I wasn’t having it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Just fuck me Mike … harder and faster until you can’t hold back. Ohhhh baby, yesssss ” I cried out. I pinched and rolled my nipples between my fingers. “Talk dirty to me, tell me your going to cum in my fucking wet pussy” I couldn’t help it, my orgasm was building so quick and with such intensity that my mouth spewed out my desire. My pussy began to pulsate on his thickness. My body quivered under his. He continued thrusting as my pussy milked him. “Give it to me”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He came so hard it almost looked painful for him. “Oh Jesus … Uggghhh ” he thrust hard and held tightly against me. I could feel his hot sticky cum spurting inside of me. I lowered my legs, as Mike fell gently against me. We held each other for a while just to let our emotions settle down in the quiet. He slid to my side, still half lying on top of me, and snuggled against my chest.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of my perfume. It wasn’t long before I heard the steady sound of sleep-induced breathing. I, too, was not far behind. Drifting off into peaceful slumber, I saw his face smiling back at me. Then without his lips moving I heard those words … the words I waited to utter.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter Three</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The next morning I awoke to the most wonderful smell emanating from the kitchen. With my sexual appetite satisfied my stomach demanded attention. I was absolutely famished from my night with Mike. Normally I wouldn’t worry about eating in the morning, but after a night like last night, I needed to replenish my energy. A big breakfast was just what I needed to start my day off, as I was hoping to continue our lovemaking marathon sometime today. I grinned mischievously, as I planned my next move.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I was stretching like a languorous feline when Mike walked through the bedroom doorway. “Well good morning sleepyhead. Are you hungry?” he asked. “I made us breakfast.” He was grinning from ear to ear, with a renewed sparkle in his eye. Mike looked as happy as I felt. He sat down on the edge of the bed. Leaning towards me, he planted a quick ‘good morning’ kiss on my lips, before sitting upright again.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Hey, not so fast.” I said, “Come here.” I pulled Mike closer to kiss him again, this time laced with undeniable passion. I had placed my hand on his thigh. Slipping it closer to his manhood, I felt his growing reaction to my touch. “Thank you for making breakfast Mike. Care for a little pre-breakfast snack?” I laughed aloud at the look on his face.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Haven’t you had enough yet?” he asked. Mike found one of my ticklish spots just below my rib cage. He let me have it until I begged for him to stop. “Ok … ok I was kidding.” I had been laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. “I’m starving anyway, you wore my ass out last night Mike.” That little look I come to know so well last night, told me he had enjoyed it as much as I did.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike reached over to the ladder back chair in the corner. Handing me my robe he said, “Here, put this on. Let’s eat before it gets cold. I’ll figure out how to ravish your body afterwards.” He was grinning, but I knew he was serious. As I sat up the covers fell from my breasts. “Hurry up … before I change my mind.” He stood up to give me room to get out of bed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">When I went out to the kitchen I was taken by the breakfast I saw waiting. The smell was absolutely intoxicating. My stomach growled in anticipation of savoring a tasty morsel. “Mmm, It looks good Mike, Thank you so much for making it.” Each of us had an omelet, toast and sausages. I could also smell coffee and noticed a pitcher of orange juice on the counter. “Wait a minute,” I said puzzled. “I didn’t buy all this for my stay. Where did it come from?”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He just stood there with a little smile on his face. “Well … what you didn’t have I had gone home and got.” He stepped back as if I would reach out and slap him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“But … we are a bit snowed in, aren’t we?” I walked over to the big picture window and peered outside between the curtains. The snow had been cleared from the porch. I turned and looked at him a moment, then turned back to look outside again. I didn’t notice it at first, but there were boot tracks leading off the porch that could be seen clearly in the deep snow. Boot tracks that didn’t lead to the old truck.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The truck looked like it had been buried there for months in the snow. Tracks led around to the side of the cabin before they disappeared. I turned back to Mike and asked, “Did our neighbor come over and help dig us out, as well as offer us breakfast?” I already didn’t buy it, but I asked anyway. Mike stood there fidgeting. I could tell he was trying to come up with some great excuse I couldn’t refuse to believe. When nothing came to mind that would be believable, he simply told me the truth.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I live out back of this cabin, beyond the trees in the backyard.” I just stood there a moment to let it soak in. As reality hit me my facial expression changed, Mike backed away a little more. I reached out and pushed him in the chest. He lost his footing a little as he stumbled backwards. He took another step back after he regained his composure. “Laurie, please let’s eat. Breakfast will get cold.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“You mean you live within walking distance of my cabin and you pretended you couldn’t get home last night?” The anger in my voice was also noticeable in my body language. I pulled the robe tighter around myself. “Why did you do that Mike?”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Laurie, I …” he stumbled to find the right words. “I was attracted to you the moment I saw you. I didn’t think you’d give me a second look if you didn’t get a chance to know me a little.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Oh we got to know one another quite well, now didn’t we?” I was irritated that he didn’t feel he could be honest with me to begin with. “Was that your intention all along, to get me into bed?” I had to know, because that was definitely how it looked.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“No” He moved in closer to me. The distance between us shortened, as he stepped right in front of me. “No Laurie, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to, but I didn’t want to leave last night. The weather gave me a perfect excuse, so I took it. Please forgive me?”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike tried to reach out for me, but I backed away from his outstretched hand. I didn’t get far though, as I felt the counter pressing against my hips after my first step. I was trapped between the counter and Mike, unable to go anywhere. He was blocking my way out of the small kitchen. “Wait a minute Laurie, just let me explain.” He begged, as I tried to find my way around him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I wasn’t listening. Mike pinned me up against the counter top and refused to let me by until I did listen. “Don’t try to tell me you didn’t feel it to. When I saw you in the doorway, I saw it in your eyes … the attraction was instant. Now your going to say it never should of happened, because I live just beyond your back yard?” Mike was upset with me, but it was because he was hurt by my sudden change of heart. “Look at me Laurie …” I looked up briefly unable to look him directly in the eyes. “Look at me.” He demanded more sternly.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Apprehension coursed through my body. If I did look he would see how I felt. Maybe he would just see the disappointment in my eyes. When I finally did look up, my concern was not for what he saw in my own anymore. What I saw in his eyes surprised me. If he felt that way why couldn’t he just say it? Mike never uttered a word. Instead he let go of the counter. Wrapping his arms around my body he pulled me close and held me tightly against him. “I just wanted to be here with you.” He whispered into my ear.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My anger melted away. I had wanted him here too. He merely used our circumstances to make it possible. If I had thought quicker I might of done the same thing. “I know” I replied after a moment of contemplation. “I wanted you here with me just as much.” He pulled away a little. Cupping my face in his big strong hands, he barely touched my lips with his, and again they touched mine … more adamant this time. He tasted their sweetness. Wanting more, his tongue slipped between my lips to kiss me passionately.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">We finally parted in mutual agreement to forget his intentional dishonesty. I made him promise to be honest from then on or I wouldn’t accept the next apology. “I promise Laurie. My intentions weren’t to hurt you, just to be with you. I never dreamed the night would unfold as it did.” With a smile on his face he added, “ … but I’m glad that it did.” I couldn’t help but agree with him. “Are you still hungry?” he asked with hope. He had gone through a lot of trouble to prepare it for us.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Yes definitely, but it’s probably cold now. I can heat it up in the microwave if you’re still hungry. We shouldn’t let it go to waste after you took time to do this for me. I’m sorry Mike.” He just shook his head to signify the word ‘no’. Putting his finger to his lips, he warned me not to say another word. It was forgotten.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Let’s just eat. I should go check in with Dad to find out if there’s anything I can do to help this morning. I don’t work Friday through Sunday usually, but when it’s this bad Brad usually can’t make it to work. It won’t take me long.” He explained. “Then if you’re interested, I can come back. I don’t want to monopolize your whole vacation if you had things you wanted to do.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I didn’t plan anything for definite. I’d love it if you’d come back. You don’t happen to have any movies I can play in that VCR over there, do you? Maybe we could watch one or two tonight. Then maybe I can entice you to stay again.” I looked at him mischievously. My smile widened when he said he would love to. We sat down to eat our microwave-heated breakfast. Actually, reheating it hadn’t harmed the taste at all. It was delicious.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter Four</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As we finished our breakfast I thanked Mike again for such a delicious surprise. “That was so good Mike. Maybe I’ll have you make dinner too.” I teased.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I’m afraid my culinary talents stop with breakfast.” He admitted. “The only reason I do that well is because my Mom had me help her. When I was young, Dad used to invite the crew in for a hot breakfast on the weekends.” I liked that he was beginning to share little tidbits of his life. I wanted to know everything about him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Well, your Mom must have been a great cook and an excellent teacher.” I offered. “Would you like to get a shower before you go?” He contemplated the offer for a few moments.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“You know, I think I’d feel more revived if I did. Last night wore my ass out.” He thought a second and then added, “ I have extra clothes in my truck incase of an emergency. I’ll just go out and get them real quick.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“What kind of emergency you plan to have Mike?” I teased. “Do you consider me an emergency?” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. I readied myself for the chase, as he gave me the look like he did the night before.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Damn right, you about sent me to the hospital last night.” He playfully teased back. “I barely made it out alive. Sir Cumsalot was so overjoyed and excited that, he’s going to need CPR.” He said, as he grabbed at the growing bulge in his pants. He headed towards me with his jean-covered cock in his hand. “Since it’s your fault he can barely rise to the occasion, I think you should be the one to breath a little life into him.” I squealed as he got closer and ran around the other side of the couch. Mike laughed at me as I ran away, pretending I was scared.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Here I was a 41-year-old corporate leader and I was acting like a teenager just discovering young inexperienced foreplay. “You better go get your clothes.” I said laughing. Mike gave up and agreed with me. He wanted to get this done so he could come back. He hurried out to his truck and brought back the clothes he kept for extras.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Would you mind turning up the furnace and putting these someplace so they would warm up?” He asked. I took his pants and flannel shirt from him. Heading for the bedroom, I took a moment to turn up the heat. As the heat started to filter out of the air ducts I hung his clothes over the ladder-back chair. They would be nice and warm before he was done.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I could hear the water running, as the glass shower door closed. Slightly opening the door between the rooms, I peeked in to catch a glimpse of his nakedness. An idea suddenly popped into my pretty little head. ‘Maybe I should join him.’ Having made up my mind, I checked again to see if he was facing away from the doorway. I wanted to surprise him. Mike stood under the hot water to let it run down over his manly physique. He didn’t appear to be in too big of a hurry, as he stood there basking in the warmth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My robe slipped off my shoulders and fell to the floor in a heap. Mike had turned towards the showerhead wall. With his eyes closed he stood under the water, as it run down over his head. The hot water made it feel like a sauna and the mirror had already clouded over. I tiptoed further inside of the room. For a moment I stopped in my tracks as he turned briefly to let the hot water run over his shoulders.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I opened the door quietly and stepped inside the shower. It was a little larger than a single person stall, more like one and a half, which gave us just enough room to be together without being too cramped. Mike turned to face me, but didn’t open his eyes. He had no idea I was in there with him. When he reached to grab the soap he nearly discovered me, as he searched behind closed eyelids.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Damn it, now where’s the soap?” he asked himself aloud. He turned his back to me again, remembering that there was an extra unopened bar on the ledge up above. I quickly lathered up the open bar until tiny bubbles filled my hands. He was struggling with the paper on the unopened bar yet, when I wrapped my arms around him from behind. Caressing the soap along his lithe structure I whispered near his ear. “Is this what your looking for?”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His half-erect cock sprung to life, as my hands lathered the space between his legs. I never touched his hardening cock, until everything surrounding it was white with bubbles. He leaned back against me, without depending on me to hold him upright. “That feels so good Laurie.” Mike’s hips began rocking back and forth, as my hand slid easily over his length. His ass writhed seductively against my bare pussy. I could feel his hardness throbbing in my soapy hand, pulsating like a quickening heartbeat.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My breasts pressed into the hard muscular flesh of his back. My nipples were erect from a mixture of arousal and cooling warm water, as it trickled between us. One hand stroked his cock, while the other slipped underneath to gently massage the soap over his swollen balls. He leaned forward to lean against the shower wall for support. Mike groaned loudly, “Mmm yeah, stroke my thick swollen cock.” I loved how verbal he was sometimes. It made me so horny … and dominant.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I let go of my firm but gentle grasp on his balls. Slapping him on the ass with my soap covered hand. The snapping sound on his ass vibrated throughout the sparsely decorated room. His ass reddened, with a faint hand print, as flesh does under hot water. My grip tightened around his shaft. “I think I’ll make you stroke your own damn cock, while I punish you for lying to me last night.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He knew I wasn’t upset anymore, that I was using his dishonesty to heighten his arousal. “Take it Mike, take it in your hand and stroke it slowly. Don’t cum until I tell you to. Do you understand?” He hesitated a moment too long. So, I spanked my hand against his flesh again. Another loud crack sounded in the room. It turned him on to have me take control. He stuck his reddened ass out further to give me a better shot the next time I saw fit to slap him. I took careful aim and spanked him yet again. His ass writhed, as he struggled to stifle his moan of painful pleasure.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Are you going to be my submissive bitch today Mike?” I asked in a smug tone. I knew he would not refuse me. Although, I was surprised to hear him verbally accept his role.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I’ll do anything you want Laurie … anything you ask of me I will obediently do.” I grinned, pleased with myself. I had decided that when he returned later today, I would use him to satisfy my every sexual craving.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Good Now stroke your cock for me … Nice and slow. Don’t cum until I tell you to.” I didn’t have to slap him again, because he immediately took his thick shaft in his hand. He was obedient when he wanted to be. “Yes that’s it, nice and slow … painfully slow. You want to cum don’t you Mike?” I asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Yes” he replied out of breath with excitement. His hips had begun to thrust forward with his strokes. He was fucking his hand.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I bet you’d like that to be my creamy pussy. Or better yet, my tight asshole.” I saw my vibrator next to the sink where I had left it after cleaning it up from the night before. “Do you know what it’s like to be fucked in the ass?” I asked him with the intention of showing him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“No Laurie” I could tell by the sound in his voice when he answered, that this whole scene was driving him insane with need. He hadn’t yet said it, but his whole body was begging for release.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Well, I think it’s about time you find out what it feels like.” I reached outside of the shower and retrieved the vibrator from the sink. “I’ll make it easy on you. Stop jacking off and turn around” Mike did as I said. It looked as if I was just in time too. His cock was throbbing with climatic closeness.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“It’s a good thing you didn’t cum yet or I’d have to punish you severely.” My expression was demanding. “I want you on your knees. You’re going to get me off with this,” I held up the vibrator for him to see, “so that it’s lubricated for your ass. Unless you’d like to take it dry?” I smiled mischievously, knowing he would have no choice. His virginal ass wouldn’t be able to take it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike shook his head ‘no’, as he readily reached out to take the vibrating cock. “That’s a good slave. Mistress Laurie is pleased.” I was diving into my role as dominant bitch rather easily. He knelt in front of me. I lifted my leg up on the ledge of the shower. Mike stared hungrily at my pussy. I laughed out loud, “Your not allowed to lick me Mike, so stop drooling” He looked up at me with pleading eyes. “Oh no, you will get that as a reward once you have obeyed my every command.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He looked at me quizzically. “Don’t look so confused Mike. Your going to have to suck on that little vibrating cock to get it wet for my pussy.” I couldn’t help but grin. Now I would see just how much he wanted to please his Mistress. “Once you get it nice and wet then you can slide it in my hot moist box.” I slid my fingers up and down over the slit between my legs, teasing him with my feminine wiles. I knew it would make or break his decision to do it; I brought my wet fingers to my mouth and sucked on them invitingly. I continued to caress myself while I watched him comply with my demands.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The tip of the vibrating cock slipped between his lips. He sucked at it hard and fast. I wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted to get it over with, or if he wanted to get to the part where he could stick his erect tongue in me. Either way, the power I had was intoxicating. When I felt he had gotten it nice and wet, I instructed him to make me cum with it. My pussy was already slick from watching him surrender to my demands.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He turned the knob at the end of the vibrator to full speed and spread my lips apart. The vibrating tip lay against my clit, which sent an electrifying jolt through my sex. I played with my full breasts, pinching and pulling on my erect nipples. Mike didn’t seem to notice the water that beat down on his back, as he knelt on his knees to give me pleasure. “Does that feel good Laurie?” he knew it did, as my body squirmed against it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Stick it into my hot pussy Mike.” I demanded. Most of the time women liked it slow and romantic, but right now I wanted it hard and fast. My ultimate goal was to ‘just’ cum. No waiting, no long drawn-out foreplay, I just wanted to cum. Then if I felt like it, I would have yet another orgasm. I felt wild and wicked.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">When the head of the pulsating cock first entered my wetness, I thought I would lose it right then and there. I did my best to prolong it a little longer, so that I could enjoy the feeling that seemed to come from the center of my being. Mike began thrusting it in and out of my cunt, fucking me with its faux-veined thickness. He knew just how to move it around inside of me. He touched every erogenous zone I had. Every raw sexual nerve ending was jumping with arousing energy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As my climax grew nearer I reached out to steady myself against the shower wall and door. The constant stimulation from the vibrator and Mike’s expert positioning brought on one of the most intense orgasms I ever had. The continuous tremors from the vibrator were prolonging my wave of pleasure. I begged him to stop, because I couldn’t take it any longer. My legs felt weak and unable to hold me up.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Without my permission, Mike’s head dove between my legs. He used his tongue to lick up the juices that were trickling down my inner thighs. I lifted my leg up higher and spread my legs further apart to allow him entrance. His firm fleshy tongue slipped between the folds of my pussy, sliding up and down my slit. He wriggled the tip of his tongue over my clit then thrust into my hole. Over and over he did this until I came yet again. This time upon his tongue and into his waiting mouth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">It was such a natural high to see him knelt before me, feasting on my sweet nectar. He told me how much he enjoyed my taste, but to see him in action, between my legs, spoke louder than his words ever could. Mike’s cock jutted out from his body like a statuesque phallus.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">When he appeared to have lapped up every drop of my juices, he stood up before me. Without saying a word he bent the showerhead down, as the water had started to get cooler. Why he didn’t just shut it off I didn’t know. Perhaps it was the last thing on his mind. He turned back to me and in one swift movement urged me to turn to face the back of the shower. As if I knew what he was about to do I reached forward and held onto the wall, bending slightly at the waist.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His thick cock head poked at my pussy, wanting in. I reached down between my legs to guide him into paradise. He grasped my hips and started plunging deep into me. His cock was so hard that I felt as if I was being impaled upon a thick flesh-covered wooden phallus. His stamina was award winning, as he thrust faster, harder and with perfect rhythm into my pussy. I cried out in ecstasy, “Uggghhhh … Mike … FUCK ME” I could barely get those words out in between his incessant thrusts.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike just kept going, as if he was in the zone I had been in. Just fuck until you cum. Don’t stop, don’t slow down, just do it until you cum and cum hard. By now, I was rocking back and forth onto his length, meeting every plunge driven with pure animal lust. “Uggghhhhh” he grunted, as his cum burst forth into the depths of my womanhood. Mike kept going despite the sensitivity his cock felt. He could sense the tenseness in my body signifying my immanent release.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I came again on his shaft. It glistened in the soft light emanating from behind the frosted glass of the shower door. With him still inside of me, I stood upright to lean against his broad chest. He wrapped his arms around my body and held me close to him. Gentle kisses fell upon my ear, down my neck and along the curve of my shoulder.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As he kissed my back little chills of pleasure ran through my body, as they always do, when someone kisses my back after I cum. I don’t understand why, it’s just one of those things. An added bonus I guess. Mike sensed my sensitivity and kept kissing me. I moaned as I experienced another orgasm from his touch. When all had subsided and his spent cock slipped from my dripping pussy, I mentioned, “Your going to be really late. Will your Father be upset?” I asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know, depends on if the rest of the crew showed up or not. I better get going though, just in case.” We both soaped up and rinsed off, this time not taking the time to play around. Besides, the water had become pretty chilly. I opened the door and stepped out.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Handing Mike a thick blue towel I thanked him for an arousing wet morning. I, also, apologized for any ‘talking to’ his Father might give him. I felt bad that, because of me, his Dad might have been waiting.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As we dressed in the bedroom I informed him quickly of what I would be doing while he was gone. “I’m going to run back to the town, I went through last night on my way here, and get some more supplies for tonight. That is, if you think you will still be able to make it back.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Oh I’ll be back tonight, just not sure what time. It probably won’t be until like seven or so though.” He looked apologetic, but I understood.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“That’s ok Mike, still plenty of night ahead of us. It’s important that you help your Dad. It will give me time to look around while I’m in town anyway. I have a couple small gifts to pick up for friends back home. I promised.” He was relieved to find I was sincerely ok with the plans, but he was still disappointed. There was no other place he’d rather be, than here with her.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Once dressed, Mike went out to suit up for the weather. I followed him out to say ‘Good-Bye’. I cleared my throat and giggled, “Um, by the way, thanks for fixing my furnace.” I hadn’t even given his original reason for being there, a second thought, since early last night.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He laughed out loud at my realization. He smiled and said, “I’m glad the furnace went out.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He looked thoughtful for a moment before adding, “You know it’s kind of weird though, it was as if someone purposely blew out the pilot. There’s no possible way for a natural breeze to of extinguished it.” We were both thoughtful, trying to make sense of what he just said. As he prepared to leave I pondered an answer. ‘Could it of been fate stepping in?’ I wondered. Stranger things have happened.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike kissed me gently on the lips and promised to be back later that night. I made sure to remind him that he hadn't fulfilled all Mistress' wishes in the shower and that he would be paying for that later. I grinned at him mischievously before he turned to leave. “ I'll hurry back baby.” He promised.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I waved at him from the door. “See you later” I yelled out to him, just before he shut the old creaky truck door. As he drove off I closed the door tightly behind me and locked it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Building a small fire in the fireplace, I lay back on the overstuffed couch. I planned to read the book that I brought with me on the plane. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep and dreaming of what that night would behold....</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter Five</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">A couple of hours later I awoke to the phone ringing. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and sat up quickly. I stumbled sleepily to the phone and picked it up to answer. “Hello?”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Laurie …” I recognized his manly voice right away. “It’s Mike. I won’t be as long as I originally thought. I do want to stop in at home though to get a shower, check mail, and make sure everything is intact after last night’s weather. I thought you’d like to know so you don’t have to rush around.” I appreciated him calling. Then I wouldn’t be sitting here worried and waiting. “I think I’ll still be there around seven, maybe seven thirty.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“That’s fine Mike. Actually it will work out better, since I fell asleep after you left. I still need to go into town and get dinner started.” I still sounded a little groggy. I looked up at the clock to see what time it was … ugh it was almost eleven already. “Wow, the morning sure flew by. I just noticed the time. I guess I had better get my butt moving.” He was laughing with me. “Thanks for calling to let me know Mike. I will be looking forward to you being here later. Hey, was your Dad upset with you?” I asked.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“No, everyone showed up, but he was wondering what happened to me last night. I felt like a damn teenager again, one who was about to get busted for being out all night.” He laughed. “I just told Dad I got stuck in the storm, and you were kind enough to let me sleep on the couch until it cleared. I’m not sure he bought it completely, but hey I’m a big boy now.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">We both found humor in the situation, but I knew it would be uncomfortable when I went to turn in the key and check out. I wasn’t very good at hiding my feelings and I was sure he’d be able to read it all over my face. “Well, I had better get back to work. I’ll see you later tonight.” He announced.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Ok Mike, I look forward to it. Oh …” I had a quick question, since he called I thought I’d find out. “Do you like chocolate or caramel?”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Depends, what’s it for?” I heard his little devilish laugh at the other end of the line.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Not what your thinking.” I was sure my face had turned a couple shades of red just thinking about what we could use it for. “You said you liked ice cream right?” I heard his muttered ‘Uh huh’ on the other end. “Well, I was wondering what topping you liked the best … or should I get both?”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Well if I had to make a choice I’d say the chocolate, but honestly I love them both, so it’s up to you. Whatever you like the best is fine with me.” Thanking him for the suggestion we said our good-byes and I hung up the phone. I really did need to get moving. Dinner wouldn’t really take that long to make. The Sweet & Sour Chicken recipe I knew was quick and easy, but I really wanted to get some shopping done for my friends back home. I promised I would get them a memento from my trip.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">After a few hours of intense shopping I returned home with all the gifts I needed to purchase and the items I needed for dinner. I looked up at the small clock in the kitchen, as I took off my coat. It read four twenty. I set the gifts in a corner of the bedroom out of the way. Then headed back out in the kitchen to begin cooking. Within fifteen minutes I had the base of the sweet and sour sauce simmering and was adding the other ingredients. The only thing I had to wait on was the chicken breast that was cooking separately. I would add that later.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">While I waited, I started a small fire in the fireplace and set out our table setting. I straightened up the cabin some too. By then the chicken was cooked and ready to add to the sauce. I let it simmer on low for a while longer. “Well, I guess that’s about it, maybe I will get a quick shower.” I said out loud, even though I was the only one there.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I picked out a pair of jeans and a cornflower blue gauze top to put on after my shower. I debated on which matching set of undergarments I wanted to wear. Picking out the dark blue silk and lace bra and panties, I headed in to take my shower.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The hot water felt so good that I didn’t want to get out. I knew my time was limited, so I reluctantly shut it off and stepped out into the steam-filled bathroom. It didn’t take me long to dry, dress and put on minimal makeup. I rarely wore more than a little mascara and eye shadow. I quickly dried my hair and decided to just leave it straight instead of taking the time to curl it. Mike would have it messed up soon anyway. I smiled at myself in the mirror, remembering the night before. I noticed how my eyes seemed to sparkle every time I thought about him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The only thing I had to do was cook the rice and light some candles to add a little ambiance to the room. With the fire in the fireplace and the candles it was perfect, just enough light to see by. Just as I was debating whether or not to put the Minute Rice in the microwave or not, I heard a familiar sound out front. Looking up towards the picture window I saw lights skim across the front porch. He was here already. I had just looked at the clock and it read six thirty. I heard the creaky old door of the pickup slam shut out front.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I didn’t turn the porch light on, so I rushing to the front door. Just as I flipped the switch I heard his knock on the door. Unlocking it, I pulled it open to find him standing there holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. A grin spread across my face. “Surprise” he exclaimed. He stepped inside quickly and shut the door so that the warm air wouldn’t escape out the door.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Thank you Mike, that is so thoughtful of you. They’re beautiful” It had been quite a while since I received flowers from a man. He had picked out a mixed bouquet of flowers that reminded me of my Mom’s garden back home.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I’ll put these in some water real quick.” I said as he handed them to me. He leaned in and gave me a lingering kiss on my cheek. I blushed a little. Even though we had become familiar with one another, I think it was that this seemed a bit more like a date. Last night had been spontaneous, but tonight we planned to meet. It just felt different, in a good way of course.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The only thing I could find that resembled a vase was an old Ball canning jar under the sink. I cleaned it out and cut the longer stems at an angle. I arranged them a little and set it up on the counter among a couple of the candles I had lit. I noticed they had a fairly strong scent to them. Their sweetness drifted through the cabin.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As Mike walked over to see what the other delicious smell was I noticed how good he looked. His worn work clothes had been left at home. He had a nicer pair of jeans on that, looked as if they had been bought recently. He wore a light blue shirt under a sweater almost the same color as my matching bra and panties. “You look really nice tonight Mike.” I nudged his arm, urging him to turn around, as I would one of my girlfriends on a shopping spree. He turned 180 degrees and stopped. “Mmm Hmm” I muttered in appreciation.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He turned back to look at me and smiled. “What’re you doing? Checking out my ass?” He laughed at my boldness.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Yeah … well, you checked mine out as I walked over here didn’t you?” He was busted.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Ok, you got me there. So, do you like?” He asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I walked over, to stand closer to him, and slipped my hand down his back, letting it rest on the roundness of his tightly clad ass. I squeezed it gently as I leaned closer and kissed him full on the mouth. He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. Mike’s cock had already begun to grow in anticipation. I pulled away reluctantly. “We had better stop or the food will be going to waste.” He knew I was right. His breathing had already started to falter in the heat of the moment.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">After dinner we sat for a while on the couch and talked, letting our dinner settle. There was no hurry tonight. We knew we’d be in each other’s arms for the whole night. Mike had brought his VHS copy of ‘Sea of Love’ with Al Pacino in it. We had both seen it before, so during the beginning we talked about the fact that I had basically one full day left of my vacation. It saddened both of us to think that tomorrow would be it for us.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Maybe I can get some more vacation time after the holidays.” I suggested. Waiting another couple of months would kill me, but at least we had something to look forward to. Mike had other ideas.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Or maybe I can come there for a visit. I have about seven days of vacation time to use up before the end of the year. I never took time off, because I was needed every time one of the other guys had off.” I nodded in approval of his earlier visitation.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike leaned in for a kiss. It had been decided he would come for a visit. We wouldn’t think beyond that for the time being. He kissed my lips so gentle, tasting their unique taste. Sweet and sour blended with a hint of liquid syrup from the Dr. Pepper I had just taken a sip from. My lips burned with sexual arousal, scorching their flavors upon my soft flesh. “Mmm you taste good.” He said after slowly parting from my lips. I just smiled in response, as he pulled me closer and just held me in our comfortable silence.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">We diverted our attention back to the TV for a moment. The scene where Pacino (the cop) and Ellen Barkin (the suspect) first go to her place was on. Their animal attraction exploded in the scene before our eyes. The uncontrollable desire they portrayed was believable, because our first night together mirrored their intensity. I squirmed a little on the couch as the scene unfolded. Both of us sat staring intently at them desperately needing each other.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I slid my hand over Mike’s upper thigh intending to slip it between his legs. Instead I found his manhood straining against the fabric of his pants. My hand cupped its thick hard protrusion. “Looks like your enjoying the movie.” I whispered close to his ear. “Does it turn you on the way he’s just taking what he wants … and how she’s responding with the same intensity?” I asked, still whispering into his ear. Mike groaned, as I rubbed his cock through his pants. He raised his hips slightly against my hand, as he lounged back against the couch. His legs spread wider apart.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He placed his hand upon mine, pressing it down harder on his thickness. I continued to rub his hardness until I could feel his cock pulsing against my palm like a heartbeat. He never said a word, only moaned, but I knew what he was thinking. ‘What do you think? Yes it’s turning me on.’ I had asked a silly question, but I asked it with intention of it teasing him further. I didn’t need to seduce him. He wanted me … I wanted him. We ignored the TV after that, as we continued our exploration …..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Just as things were getting hot and heavy a knock came to the door. We looked at each other in surprised wonder of who could be out there. He rose from my heated body and began to straighten his clothes. I sat up and slipped my shirt back over my head. Running my fingers through my hair, I asked Mike. “Would you answer that?” My breathing still fought to return to normal.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He strolled over to the door with cool confidence and turned the knob. I busied myself straightening the small pillows on the couch. When Mike opened the door he breathed a sigh of relief. He obviously knew the man at the door. “Hey Sam, what’s up?” Mike was still confused as to why he was there. “Something wrong with Dad?” he asked the man.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“No … no” he waved off the thought of that being the reason he was here. “I’m sorry to bother you Mike,” he winked at Mike, signaling his approval of his female companion. “Your Dad tried to call you at home, but he was getting frustrated that you weren’t home. So I told him I had an idea of where you were and would deliver his message.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike nodded, “ …And? What’s the message?” he asked. He was a little irritated at his Dad’s intended interruption, right at a crucial moment too. He was just about to slip her jeans and panties off for a nice after dinner snack of sweet pussy juice. He wanted her for dessert.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Joe called in sick for tomorrow.” Sam waited for Mike to respond.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Are you heading back to the office?” Mike asked. Sam nodded yes. “Ok, then would you let Dad know that I can come in, but not until ten and I can only stay for a few hours? I have other plans tomorrow that I cannot break.” Sam agreed to relay his message. Mike thanked him and said his good-bye.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I was still sitting quietly on the couch, thinking about tomorrow. It was just another reminder that it was my last full day here, my last full day with Mike. Both of us had been ripped out of our previous mood. So I just made another suggestion, as Mike sat down next to me on the couch. “Well, since we have taken an unplanned breather, would you like some ice cream?” I asked as I tried to smile. “I bought both caramel and chocolate.”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I’d love some.” He said enthusiastically. Mike had admitted his love for ice cream and was excited that I had thought to get some. “Would you like some help?”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Sure …” I got up from the couch. “Would you get the bowls out of the cupboard? I’ll get out the toppings.” Mike was surprised to see that I had bought so many different items. There was chocolate, caramel, strawberries, nuts, Maraschino cherries, bananas and canned whip topping. “How would you like it?” I asked. I meant it to be a simple question requiring a simple answer, but Mike looked at me with ‘that look’ and I knew how he’d like it … all over me. My eyes slowly looked away from his intense gaze, as I thought to myself, ‘Oh … I’m way ahead of you.’</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The ice cream was hard as a rock. Comparing its hardness to Mike’s cock in my mind, I smiled. He must of read my mind. “Here I’ll scoop it up. Your much better at handling other hard things.” I placed my hand on the front of his pants and rubbed him suggestively. I wasn’t surprised to find him half hard. He must have been thinking the same thing. Or maybe he was fantasizing just as I was. I dipped my finger into the warmed chocolate and offered him a taste. “Which is sweeter … the chocolate or my pussy?”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike’s lips encircled my chocolate-covered finger. He sucked at its creaminess until all had melted off and into his mouth. “Mmm, that was delicious, but your pussy is by far much sweeter.” His eyes softened, as they did when his desires grew to the point of no return. I plucked a cherry out of the jar by the stem and brought it to my mouth. I sucked the red colored juice off, as I let it slip slowly from my ‘O’ shaped lips. Mike watched me with intensity. I knew he wished it were his cock slipping slowly from my soft lips. Our ice cream was melting in the bowls from the heat that rose from our inflamed bodies.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike encircled my body with his arms and pulled me tightly against him. His tongue slipped between my lips to find mine. The taste of cherries and chocolate mingled in our hungry mouths as we kissed passionately. He stepped back a moment and began to unbutton the tiny buttons of my shirt. He left it to hang open at my sides. He grinned when he saw my bra had a front clasp, which will make things much easier he thought to himself. He unfastened it, pushing the cups aside to replace them with the palm of his hands. He squeezed their firmness gently.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I scooped some of the chocolate out of the jar with my fingers. As his hands left my breasts I rubbed some on each nipple and then suggestively sucked the remainder from my fingers. Mike backed me up against the counter top. I placed my hands at each side on the counter to steady myself. He surprised me by grasping my hips and lifting me up on the counter. I sat there before him, my nipples covered in chocolate. They stared him in the face.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike leaned in and took my left nipple into his mouth first. His tongue circled its erectness, licking the excess off. Then he sucked hard to remove every last morsel. I heard his hungry groans. Then the other one received the same. They were so hard they ached with anticipation and need of his ravenous mouth. I leaned back, resting on my hands. My back was arched to meet his advances. Suddenly, I felt a kinship with the woman that starred in nine and a half weeks. Both of us had fallen prey to a delectable seduction.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Our edible exploration continued. Mike had skillfully removed my pants. He moved the jars of goodies that were in our way, as he slid my silk covered ass to the end of the counter. There was plenty of room for me to lie down on the hard surface, which is how he wanted me. My shirt, bra and panties were removed slowly. He enticed my arousal with his fingertips, as they barely traced over my skin. I lay naked in the dim light of the room. Mike stared at my body, as if he was thinking of how to start his masterpiece. I would be his human sundae, built to his taste … a delectable creation by Chef Mike.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chocolate was still smeared over the natural brown color of my nipples. They looked like someone had smeared the freshness of a painting before it was dry. A little had dripped down the underside of my breasts. It was barely a taste, but Mike licked its sweetness from my flesh. He kissed my lips with intense passion, sharing what stuck to the roughness of his tongue. My tongue coiled around his like a curious snake. “Mmm” I moaned. Our breathing became heavier. His hand slid down the softness of my belly to find the trimmed V of my womanhood. Mike’s fingers slipped easily into my depths. The slick creaminess he found aroused his cock.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My hand fell to the side of the counter. I cupped the firmness of his manhood; sliding my grasping palm up and down it’s length. He fucked his cock up into my hand, making his need known. His mouth found my erect nipples, sucking hard at each one. I felt him gently bite their tips, which made my hips rise against his searching hand. His palm pressed hard against my clit, as his fingers continued their assault. He now had three fingers deep inside of me. “Your so fucking wet Laurie.” He moaned.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His mouth hungrily trailed down my belly. I caught his head in my hand and pushed him further south, as my hips rose and fell against his hand. I was hot and so damn horny. I wanted him to taste me. I urged him further south, but he needed no encouragement. He loved my taste and had already decided his destination. “Oh my God …” I said loudly, “ just let me feel your hot wet tongue”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Patience my dear.” He said with a smile. “If I’m going to have my dessert then I’m going to make it my way.” No explanation was necessary, as I watched him reach first for the ice cream. It had started to melt just sitting on the counter, but it was still chilly to the touch. The contrast between its coldness and the heat of my pussy sent me into a desirable frenzy. I waited for him to go down on me, but he wasn’t done adding ingredients yet.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Tipping the warmed chocolate jar just enough a small amount began to trickle in a thin stream over the melting ice cream in my pussy. Hot pussy, cold ice cream, warm chocolate … “Mmm … Mike that looks and feels so good.” He raised his pointer finger suggesting he wasn’t done quite yet. He took the can of whipped cream and began to shake it furiously so that it would come out in whipped thickness. I heard the can’s noisy expression as it expelled its contents. Before he even set down the can he had plucked a nice big ripe looking cherry from the jar and placed it on top of the white cream.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Admiring his work of art, he just stood there for what seemed like an eternity. I just wanted him to dig in, to tell me how I tasted. My juices mingled with the melting ice cream, as I felt it drip down to rest in a puddle below my ass on the counter. “Your ice cream is melting Mike, you’d better start licking it up before it’s all over.” I grinned mischievously at him, daring him to wait any longer. My legs fell slightly to the sides, allowing him plenty of room to lean between my open thighs.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As if I was an ice cream cone dripping in the summer heat, he placed his tongue at the bottom. I felt his tongue lick over my puckered hole and slide up my slit into the thickness of his dessert. He then licked around the edges to ensure that nothing else escaped it’s fleshy bowl. Mike never removed the cherry from the top, as most would do. Instead he chose to eat around its suggestive presence. It wasn’t long before I could feel the wetness of his ice cream covered tongue slip further into me. He finally took the cherry from the top and plucked it from its stem. He chose to roll the little round plumpness around between my pussy lips before devouring it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">If ever I could use the term ‘white hot’ to describe a feeling, this was it. Heat from his tongue emanated through the coldness that clung to its milk-coated exterior, as it again found itself immersed in the heat of my juices. It was a feeling I couldn’t find the words to describe. You’d just have to experience it for yourself. My pussy pressed harder against his hungry mouth, as I moaned loudly in intense ecstasy. “Mmm, don’t stop. Eat every last morsel of your dessert Mike.” I was so ready to explode with intense passion. Soon he would be feasting on more of my special ingredient. “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My body started to quiver as my orgasm rippled through my body. It had become a familiar site to Mike over the past 24 hours. One he recognized now, as it gradually built to the point of no return and then let loose. He enjoyed watching me cum, the soft look of ecstasy that spread slowly over my intense and expressive facial features. ‘To watch her was to experience it through her.’ He thought, ‘You could feel every exciting wave as it crashed through her body.’ He hungrily licked at my pussy prolonging the delicious feeling of release. Mike could taste her sweetness mixing with everything else. To him that was the most delicious part.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Nothing was left when Mike was done feasting on me, except the leftover stickiness that would be washed away later as we showered. Some of the melted ice cream had dripped down over my asshole. It felt like his juices after a good cum that had oozed out of my throbbing cunt. It had melted and warmed from my body heat. It was no longer cold and intrusive, but a warm welcome feeling. Referring to his cock and cumming, within my thoughts, aroused me more. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to cover his thickness with creamy chocolate and eat him like a frozen chocolate-covered banana.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">When Mike went to get a warm wet washcloth to clean up the remnants of dessert from his face, I hopped down off of the counter and awaited his return. I put the ice cream away so that if we wanted some later for actual consumption it wouldn’t be totally wasted. When I turned he was emerging from the bathroom wiping the chocolate, cherry, cream from his face. He smiled at me. He didn’t have to tell me how much he enjoyed his just dessert, because it was all over his face, literally. I smiled back with a devilish little grin that told him it was far from over. “I’d like my dessert now …” I said, allowing the last word to trail off in sexual suggestiveness.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I motioned him closer with my finger. Desire emanated from my soulful eyes. “Come closer lover …” I licked my lips in anticipation. “Stand here before me.” His cock jutted out from his body stiff with hardness. Pre-cum oozed out of the tip, begging to be sucked off. I did just that, as I knelt down on a folded towel I had retrieved from a kitchen drawer.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike must have discarded his clothing while he was in the bathroom, because he stood before me now in naked aroused glory. He awaited my hungry mouth. He knew I wanted to devour his cream-filled cock laden with chocolate. He was so excited by the thought that pre-cum dripped from his hole. I covered his head with my mouth gently and sucked at its sweetness. Mike’s fingers threaded through my golden locks as he breathlessly whispered, “Mmm don’t tease me Laurie … please.”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I let my mouth slip from his cock and replied, “I won’t tease you baby.” Reaching for the chocolate syrup I carefully but liberally covered his cock. I tried not to make too much of a mess. The chocolate gathered at the underside of his cock where a thick puddle began to tear at the base. My tongue snaked out to lick it up before it dripped on the floor, then continued north until it circled around his blood-engorged head. I opened my mouth wide and slid down the length of his throbbing cock.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Oh shit …that feels so fucking good” I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth. Mike didn’t even try to control his arousal this time. He wouldn’t be holding back his delicious cum this time. Whenever the intensity had built up enough he would just release, shooting his load into my mouth. My hot wet mouth slid up and down his length easily. It tasted just as I had imagined it would. Like a warmed chocolate covered banana might. His soft supple shaft skin began to emerge from the tasty sweetness, which enticed me more. I sucked hungrily hoping he would soon feed me my just dessert. “Mmm” I moaned upon his cock.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His fingers grasped at my hair as he began fucking my mouth, meeting each thrust of it with intensity. He fucked my mouth until he came so close to cumming he was almost unable to hold back. Mike changed his mind about wanting to make me swallow. Instead he wanted to fuck my pussy nice and hard. “Get up Laurie.” He guided me by the hand as I rose off the chocolate stained towel on the floor. “Bend over the counter so I can fuck your hot pussy from behind.” I obeyed what he asked of me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His hand held onto my hip as his free one guided his thick cock into my hole. I held on tight to the edge as he penetrated me. “Oh, your so fucking big Mike.” It was true he seemed to have gained weight only in that particular body part. His cock had grown so much with his arousal that it had been difficult, despite my wetness, for him to enter me. He wasted no time, thrusting in and out of me like a well-lubricated piston. Paying attention only to what was happening behind me, I knocked over one of the containers of topping. The contents of the caramel oozed out onto the counter top right where my breasts lay upon it. My nipples immersed in its stickiness.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Grasping my hips harder his rhythm increased. He just wasn’t getting the leverage he wanted, so he reached forward, cupping my caramel covered tits in the palm of his hands. He pinched and pulled them outward away from my body just enough causing pleasurable pain. To feel the stickiness of the caramel under his grasp added desirable friction. Neither of us could keep quiet as he pounded against my ass and into my waiting pussy. Passionate moans and groans filled the otherwise silent room. The crackling fire in the fireplace added sizzle to our fiery tryst.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I’m gonna cum so damn deep in you Laurie. You make me so fucking hot” He was close … about to explode. Then there it was … I could feel the hot sticky liquid empty into my deep sexual well. Some of it drooled out the mouth of my pussy and down my inner thigh, mixing with the remnants of chocolate. I stood up with him still inside of me to lean back against his sweaty chest. Both of us were breathing hard from our intense workout. He cupped my breasts in his hands, holding me close. My hands slid around his side and down over his ripe ass cheeks. I loved his well-shaped ass.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Mmm” I moaned, as my breathing began to slow. “That was quite a dessert.” I smiled lustfully at the thought of it. “I guess I’ll have to serve it to you more often.”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He knew I was teasing, but welcomed the invitation. “Anytime you want to serve ice cream with a choice of toppings like that, I’ll be here.” He chuckled at his intended pun. “As a matter of fact, I’d really like to try a small bowl full if you don’t mind.” I nodded in agreement. “But I’m gonna have to shower first. Want to join me?” I nodded in agreement again, as his cock slipped from my aching pussy.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Yeah, it looks like we could both use a cooler shower.” We both looked downward admiring his still hard as a rock cock. “Looks like something is harder than that ice cream was earlier.” I turned around completely and sunk to the floor on my knees. Taking his cock into my mouth I sucked it clean.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Damn woman, it’s never going to go down if you keep doing that.” I released his manhood. I looked up at him with my best ‘fuck me’ gaze I could muster without breaking out into an all-telling grin. Now I was teasing him … I’d leave him wanting more. Maybe he would just take it from me instead. The thought of that made my pussy throb with need. I rose from the floor and grinned at him. He suddenly knew what I was doing, teasing the hell out of him. I smiled widely and headed quickly to the bathroom before he could catch me and spank me for being a ‘bad girl’.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike followed close behind me. He had grabbed the towel off the floor and quickly twisted it. He managed to snap it at my ass just before the bathroom door closed behind me. It barely touched my tender flesh, but it was just enough to make me squeal once on the other side of the door. “Let me in woman or I’ll break down the door.” I could hear the laughter in his voice. I made numerous excuses as to why I couldn’t open the door. Hearing nothing on the other side of it I pressed my ear up close to listen. Nothing. ‘ Where did he go?’ I wondered. Just as I heard the doorknob turn I remembered the door that lead into the bedroom from the bathroom. In Mike walked with a smirk on his face. He had me now …</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">We spent the next twenty minutes soaping each other up in the shower. Our playfulness turned into serious caressing, then another act of forbidden love unfolded under the cleansing water of our sins. Tomorrow, it would be difficult, knowing it was almost over. I even entertained the idea of staying behind, knowing it might cost me my job, as we made love yet again later that night. I fell asleep wishing I had met him a couple years sooner. Perhaps things might have been different.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As I drifted off to sleep in his arms I murmured just loud enough for him to faintly hear, “I love you Mike.” Those words … the ones I held back not wanting to show my true feelings. They escaped my mouth on sleepy breath. Unable to distinguish between wakefulness and sleep I thought I heard his reply, “I love you too …” </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">PART THREE</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">UNTIL TOMORROW</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Intro</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Neither Mike nor I awoke too early the next morning. Our lovemaking had lasted into the wee hours. Both of us were pleasantly exhausted, but knew we’d take full advantage of our last day and night together. We could go to sleep early each night for the next week after I left, but for now we wanted to take advantage of every minute.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">This morning though, our constant arousal for the past two days had left us less than eager to move. During a brief moment of wakefulness I thought to myself, ‘Why bother getting out of bed. We will just find ourselves back in here sooner or later.’ It really wasn’t such a bad idea. I smiled at the thought. ‘God, how I will hate leaving tomorrow.’</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I dozed back off in Mike’s arms, trying to think of ways to prolong my departure. Nothing came to mind as I fell back to sleep to Mike’s rhythmic snoring. It didn’t matter for the moment, but soon enough I knew it would.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter One</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I finally woke up around 9 am. feeling somewhat refreshed. Mike was stirring next to me in bed. Rising up on one elbow, I stared down at his peaceful face and smiled. I commented quietly to myself, ‘What I wouldn’t give to wake up to this every morning.’</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He turned to face me suddenly in his light sleep. I leaned down and planted a lingering kiss on his cheek rough with morning stubble. Any other woman I knew in the office would complain about such little things, but I found it nice. They would never understand how I found it to be a welcome sign of his masculinity. I loved having a ‘man’ in my bed.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Most of my co-workers were about my age, give or take a couple years. They found themselves competing with the male personality most of the time, preferring to date younger men, like men that chose to keep their youth by dating a younger woman. That was my general assumption anyway; as I watched them, men and women alike, brag about their weekend conquests.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike was the type of man I found myself attracted to and there weren’t many like him left out there in today’s world. He was settled in his ways, knew what he wanted. He was comfortable with himself and his sexuality. He no longer needed to feel the competition, but took the time to find what it was he knew he was looking for in a partner. The compatibility, need, desire and animal lust he required to experience the perfect union. I felt the two of us had found that in such a short time this weekend.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His eyes fluttered open, trying to adjust to the morning light peeking through the slightly parted curtains. “Good morning.” I said in a low whisper. His blue eyes smiled up at me.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Morning’ Laurie” he replied. He rolled onto his back, performing cat-like stretches to awaken his sleepy limbs. “What time is it?” he asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“It’s a little after nine.” He didn’t seem upset by the two hour sleep-in, but I could tell he was disappointed he let that precious time slip away in sleep. “We have all day Mike. Why don’t you take a little time and wake up. I’m gonna go get a quick shower then start brunch.” He yawned, as he shook his head in agreement. “It won’t take me long. Then we can decide what to do today while we eat.” I kissed him quickly on the cheek again and slipped out from under the covers. Sitting on the edge of the bed I reached over to retrieve my robe to slip it on. When I did I felt a quick slap on my bare bottom.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I turned to look at Mike, “What did you do that for?” I asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I owed you that from last night. Teasing me the way that you did.” A devilish grin spread across his face.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Why, whatever are you talking about?” I asked sarcastically. I knew damn well what he meant, but pretended I was confused. I couldn’t hold back the smile that lie just below the surface. I sprung up from the bed and tied my robe quickly.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“You know damn well what I’m talking about.” He playfully replied.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I crawled on my hands and knees towards him, like a cat stalking its prey, on the bed. I kissed him seductively full on the mouth and then departed from his delicious lips. “And you loved every minute of it, didn’t you?”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Yes I did you little tease.” He caught my face in his hands and pulled me closer. Mike gave me a long slow passionate kiss, as his hand slipped under my robe and cupped my breast. I wanted to crawl back under the covers and press my naked body against his, but I knew if we didn’t get moving, our day would quickly fade away.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Today we needed to get out and spend some time sightseeing together. I wanted him to show me a couple of the places he had mentioned the first night we met. The stream that ran behind my cabin seemed to hold a special place in his heart. He admitted to spending a lot of time out there all year long in the quaint little shack that stood beside it. It had been there for many years and had belonged to an elderly gentleman he knew when he was a child.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Now he used it as a quiet retreat where he spent time writing his thoughts and feelings. Another thing I found I admired about him. I too loved writing and felt a kinship with him. We were two artistic souls that viewed the world differently from everyone else. I was secretly hoping he would share some of it with me. Although I knew it might be very personal, so I set my mind to accept it if he didn’t offer. I also, remembered him telling me his home was directly behind my cabin. Maybe he would let me into his world, even for a while.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Our lingering kiss ended, as I sat back on my knees on the bed. “Mmm I’d love to stay in here with you all day baby, but I think we better get up. I’d like it if you would show me your special places today Mike. If you don’t mind?”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He smiled and readily agreed to take me out back. “Your really interested in all that?” he seemed a bit surprised. “I never had anyone ask before, but if you want to, sure I’d love to show you.” He seemed genuinely happy that I had asked.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Needless to say brunch went quickly. We were both excited to get out and enjoy the day.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">We bundled up for the weather. New snow was falling steadily. It was quite beautiful outside as it stuck to the trees, leaving you with the feeling of being in a fantasy winter wonderland. I could hear children a few cabins away, yelling and laughing, as they played in the snow. I felt their excitement. Deciding to be a little adventurous myself, I let Mike get ahead of me as we walked around to the back of the cabin. I reached down and took a handful of good packing snow. A perfectly formed snowball rested in the palm of my hand, as I assessed my situation.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike turned to look back at me for a brief moment. “You coming?” he asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Yea, right behind you.” I replied. I managed to keep a straight face until he turned back to watch where he was walking. Raising my arm I took careful aim and threw the snowball at him. I hadn’t lost my touch. The snowball hit him square in the lower back. I froze in my tracks waiting to see how he would react to my attack.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He turned around to face me when he realized what had happened and warned me, “Ok, your gonna get it now. You realize you just declared war with the elementary snowball fight champ?” Mike quickly reached down and scooped up a large amount of snow. He packed it with experienced perfection and let it fly.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As I turned to run, screeching and giggling, I swear I heard it whizzing through the air just before it made contact. It had hit the right cheek of my jean-covered ass and splattered into single snowflakes once again. Damn, he was good. What had I started? I was surely in trouble now as I misjudged his ability. I ran down the small hill behind the cabin in an attempt to get away, but I was stopped short as I found myself at the edge of the stream. I scanned the immediate area for a way to cross without stepping into the shallow cold flowing water. He ran up behind me and caught me in his arms from behind.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Ha, thought you had the upper hand again didn’t you?” he teased me relentlessly. We both tripped and fell back into the fluffy snow on the bank of the stream. Both of us sat there laughing hysterically at our childish antics. How long had it been since either of them just let go and had fun? I knew for myself it had been quite a while and it felt good.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Hey, move over so we can both make a snow angel.” He shook his head as if he thought I was crazy, but he did so with a smile on his face. As a matter of fact it took him no time at all to make his snow angel. He carefully got up from the ground. Reaching out to help me up, I took his hand so that he could pull me up onto my feet. We both turned and looked at our creations. “Hey, we both did a pretty good job for not having done this in a long time.” He agreed as he took my glove-covered hand in his.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He held my hand as we walked along the stream. “Up here is a place where we can cross. It’s narrower and there are a couple stepping stones to cross on.” As I looked ahead to see where he was pointing I noticed the small cabin he had told me he used as his private place for writing.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The cabin was small and quaint. You could tell it had been standing there for many years, but obviously the previous owner and Mike had taken good care of it. It still looked sturdy although weather-warn. I noticed the hand-built stone chimney on the backside, as it rose above the roof. I found the little cabin quite charming and was anxious to see the inside as well. I was shivering under my warm coat, now wet with snow. Maybe we could build a small fire and warm up a bit. I came from Michigan; where the weather was unpredictable, but I found that here it was a much fresher, crisp coldness that chilled me to the bone.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Cross here Laurie.” Mike helped me across the stones. We only had a couple hundred feet to walk before we found ourselves standing on the front porch. Mike reached inside the empty window box and retrieved the key for the padlock. When he opened the door I was surprised to see how cozy he had made his little hideaway. It was so cute I wondered if it had been subjected to a woman’s touch. As if he could read my thoughts through my eyes, he answered my question.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“My Mom has always been quite crafty. After she quit working in the office with Dad, she needed something to do with all her free time. This is what she did. Nice isn’t it? There wasn’t too much she couldn’t do.” I looked at Mike realizing how he had made the last comment. It sounded as if she was no longer with us here on earth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Where is your Mom now Mike?” I asked a bit shyly. “I noticed you talked as if it was in the past tense.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Oh Mom is still with us, she’s just staying with her sister in Arizona. Her arthritis is so bad now she can’t stand the cold anymore. So she comes home in the warmer months and goes back to stay with her sister in the winter. It’s kind of hard on Dad, but he goes down often to see her. That’s partly why I’ve been so busy here.” His facial expression mirrored sadness. I could tell he missed his Mom being gone. “So, come on in and make yourself comfortable. I’ll build a small fire if you think you might want to stay here for a while.” He made the comment sound like a question.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Sure, I’d love to. I know your writing is rather personal Mike, but if there’s anything you’re able to share, I’d love to read some of your work.” He smiled and nodded.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I do have a few things I could share with you. Just let me get this going first.” It took him no time at all to get a nice fire burning in the fireplace. He already had it prepared and ready to go, all he needed basically was a lit match. “It doesn’t take long to warm up in here. The place is pretty small as you can see and I calked between the logs last year to keep the heat in.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Already it had warmed enough for me to finally remove my coat and gloves. Our boots were drying on the rug in front of the raging fire. I made myself more comfortable and took a better look around me, while Mike went through some of his work to find a couple things to read to me. There was only enough room for a small desk, the couch I had been sitting upon. In the corner of the room was a daybed piled with seven or eight big pillows. There was electricity that Mike told me he had the electric company run from his house on the hill. I could barely see the rooftop of his home, as I looked out one of the two windows in the small cottage.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike motioned for me to come sit back down as soon as he found what he was looking for. I had removed my outerwear and hung it from the hook on the wall. Mike had sat down against the arm of the couch with one leg up on the couch outstretched. He took my hand and pulled me down to sit between his legs. I rested up against his chest, laying my head against his shoulder, as he brought the first hand-written piece of paper in front of us. He began to read his poem with intense feeling. His words held the same feeling as when he spoke them. It was a sad but beautiful poem about lost love. I had the feeling it was written from experience, but felt it wasn’t something I should inquire about.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">When he started to read the second one I realized it had an erotic theme, which was bringing my juices to a boil as he read each line out loud. His cock began to grow against my ass, which was pressed up against his groin. His free hand began to roam. He slid his hand down my arm, leaving it dimpled with goose bumps from his touch. As his hand passed by my breast his finger reached out to touch my erect nipple through the fabric of my shirt. He lingered to tease it for a moment.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">All the while he kept reading with a steadiness in his voice I was sure I wouldn’t have at this point if it were I reading. My breath was already uneven, as I struggled to compose myself. Between his touch and those erotic, sensual words, I was losing control.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His hand slipped lower to caress my thigh. He dared to lovingly stroke the recess leading to my pussy, which was wet with arousal. Mike lifted his hips and pressed his swollen cock hard against me. He didn’t want me misinterpreting his intentions. He wanted me yet again and he wanted me now. He set the papers with his well-written words upon them, down on the floor by the couch.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Both of his arms encircled me, as he kissed my neck. His hand guided my head to partially face him so that his lips could meet mine, as he intimately explored my waiting mouth. “Mmm Laurie I want you so bad right now. Would you lay down with me in my secret hideaway?” he was being polite by waiting for my answer, but either way he was having his way with me. He had decided.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter Two</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I hesitated too long in answering him, although there were only a few seconds between his question and my mouth opening to answer. He gently pushed me forward from his chest and rose up from behind me. Standing in front of me, he quickly took my hand and led me over to the daybed. Mike grabbed the bottom of my red sweater, pulling it up and over my head with speed. He threw it down on the floor without care and reached for the button on my jeans. Almost pulling it off he tore each side away from the other, causing the zipper to make a strained ‘Zzzzzzz’ sound. I would be lucky if they weren’t broken by the time we were done, but I didn’t care.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He slipped his hands between the fabric of my jeans and my silk panties on each side of my hips, peeling them off of my body. “Take them off Laurie.” He demanded. Before long I was standing there with just my bra and panties on. My nipples were erect under their covering. It was no longer cold in the room, so it was obvious it was my growing arousal. His ‘take charge’ attitude made me cum almost instantaneously. I could feel the warm wet spot stain my panties. “Get on your hands and knees over a couple of those pillows Laurie.” I did as he asked, as he started peeling his clothes off his body.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I could feel him behind me on the bed and wondered what he was about to do. When lifted my head and gave it a gentle toss to one side to get my hair out of my face, I noticed the mirror hanging on the wall at the end of the bed. We would have a perfect view of everything that unfolded, my breasts naked and jiggling with each deep thrust, the look on my face as I neared climax. Mike’s expressive face would look strained as he was about to cum. Then I would witness the look of fulfillment emanating from his all-telling blue eyes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike unhooked my bra, as I remained on my hands and knees, watching him in the mirror. I wiggled my ass against his hardness pressed up against me. “Are you going to take me Mike?” I asked in a daring voice. A loud crack sounded against my scantily clad ass. My right cheek stung from his punishment. He was in control and that’s all there was to it. I wasn’t to ask any questions, just do as I was told. Mike’s controlling ways had resurfaced. My bra slipped from my shoulders to fall upon my hands supporting me on the bed. I removed it quickly, tossing it on the floor near the rest of our garments.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">With my panties still on I felt Mike’s fingers push into my wet pussy. My panties became soaked with the juices that oozed from it. I felt his hot breath through the silk material and knew that he was only inches from my womanhood. He loved tasting me, so I knew he would soon be demanding my nectar. He fucked his fingers in and out of my wetness with my panties as a barrier. The silkiness of them caused sweet sexual friction. I moaned loudly at his expertise, as my hips began to rock back and forth upon his fingers.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He grabbed a hold of the crotch of my panties, roughly pulling them to the side. His erect tongue slipped inside my depths, writhing and wiggling in my juices. “Mm Mmm Mm” was all I heard from him for the next five minutes. I reached between my legs to play with my swollen clit. My hips wiggled uncontrollably against his mouth. Soon I was joining him in a duet of delicious moans. I could feel my climax rise and fall, then rise again. Each time it did this it intensified ten-fold.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Mmm … shit, fuck me with your tongue Mike” I was close to orgasm. Almost there I kept telling myself. “Yes … Oh God don’t stop” he didn’t seem to mind me ordering him around in the throws of passion. “Damn baby, I’m cummmiinnnnggg.” I said intentionally prolonging the word cum, as wave after wave of my orgasm washed over me. My body jerked in spasm against his mouth. My pussy throbbed, grasping at his hungry tongue. He devoured all the juices I offered him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">There would be no waiting for more. Mike literally ripped my panties from my hips. At that moment they were nothing but a barrier he wanted removed. Pre-cum was oozing from the tip of his cock as he slipped it inside of my well-lubricated pussy. He placed his head against my opening and then thrust into me hard, until his groin rested tightly against my backside. “Ugggghhhh” he groaned. “Your pussy feels so good, slick with your hot juices.” I watched his facial expressions in the mirror. He was definitely enjoying himself as I was. The ecstasy he felt was undeniable.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike began to fuck me in and out vigorously. My hips rocked back and forth over the length of his cock, meeting each thrust. Our lovemaking was uninhibited, wild and unforgiving. I begged him to fuck me harder. Mike let go of my hips and reached forward to grasp my breasts in his hands. He watched me now in the mirror. My eyes were closed, lost in the moment, my head thrown back in arousal. He abandoned my right breast to grab a hold of a handful of hair. They served as his reigns to control his wild Mistress.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be begging me to cum” he shouted out in a moment of unadulterated lust. “Tell me what you want Laurie.” He demanded to know. “Tell me” I knew what would happen if I let a few nasty words slip from my mouth. He was already on the edge … almost there. To encourage my words, his other hand that had been toying with my nipple, slid underneath me and found my swollen clit. He began to rub it furiously, hoping to bring me to a mutual orgasm. My hips rocked harder now, both back onto his length and against his fingers.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“You like fucking me like a whore Mike? Mmm … I love the feel of your thick throbbing cock in my cunt. I want you to cum for me Mike. Pull out and cum all over my ass. I love it when your hot seed drips down over my asshole. It makes me feel so nasty.” I went on and on enticing him to cum. He was purposely holding back to prolong the joy. It felt like a tug-of-war, wanting to cum, not wanting to cum yet.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Oh fuck your gonna make me cum” he announced suddenly. I kept thrusting my hips back upon him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Yes, cum for me baby. I want to feel your throbbing meat explode into me.” That was all it took, one last mention of his throbbing cock and cumming inside my wet pussy. I felt shot after shot of his hot spunk fill my insides.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike groaned loudly with his imminent release. A look of pleasurable satisfaction came across his face. I too was pleasantly satisfied. Once our excitement had subsided Mike pulled out of my dripping cunt. We both lay down on the daybed, against the oversized pillows adorning the bed. It was actually more comfortable than I had originally thought it would be. Looking at it from across the room it was attractively decorated, but looks hard and stiff. Now, as I lay upon its feather-like softness, I wished to never move from its comfort.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My breathing had subsided, but Mike still struggled to slow his. His breath wafted through my hair as we spooned together on top of the covers. The tiny cabin had heated up quickly, which made our little love nest quite comfortable. If I were to return, I would prefer to stay in this small cabin to the one I had rented. Maybe someday I could.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Thoughts of having to leave invaded my peaceful being. It saddened me, but I prayed we would see each other again. ‘Maybe if I called my boss and told him the weather had prevented me from leaving …’ I thought to myself. It was useless, my boss could see through any lie.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">We both drifted off to sleep as we listened to the wind outside of the small cabin. The warmth from the fireplace lulled us despite the wicked way the wind was whipping around the old logs that supported its frame. I fell asleep wondering if the cabin would still be standing when we awoke. It didn’t seem to bother Mike, so I relaxed into his arms, forgetting my worries.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter Three</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">About an hour had passed when I suddenly awoke to a chopping sound close to the cabin. I discovered it had grown chilly inside. Mike was nowhere to be found … and where he had been lovingly holding me was erect with frigid goose bumps. I got up and quickly dressed to warm myself. The fire had burnt down so far that only a few embers were glowing under the ash. I peaked out the window by the front door to see if I could find what was making the chopping sound outside. Over to the right I caught a glimpse of the stream flowing between the cold snow-covered banks. I could see nothing that would have made the noise I heard.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Then I peered to the left. I could barely see the edge of Mike’s house as it sat majestically within the trees atop the steep hill. As my eyes lowered I glimpsed, out of the corner of my eye, movement towards the edge of the cabin. I looked closer. Just as I began to worry some stranger had stumbled upon his secret hideout, the person stepped out to set something down. I almost laughed at myself, for allowing my imagination to get the better of me. Because, as he came into sight, I discovered it was Mike bundled up in a winter parka warm enough for an Eskimo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike was out there chopping more wood for the fireplace. I did end up laughing out loud at myself. I was being too silly thinking it was some axe murderer. Maybe I had been watching too many scary movies recently, as I sat at home with nothing to do. I would have to find something more constructive to do at home from now on. Mike stacked a few pieces of freshly chopped wood in his strong arms and headed towards the front door. Just before he had a chance to turn the knob I opened the door to let him in. “Well, Sleeping Beauty is awake.” He quipped. “I woke up about an hour ago.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“What?” I replied with question in my voice. “I thought we had only been asleep for about an hour.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He smiled at me and asked. “ Did you check the time on the clock above the fireplace?” I nodded in agreement. I had depended on it for the time when I awoke. “Well, that clock hasn’t worked in like 20 years.” He began to laugh. “I just keep it around because it belonged to the old man that used to own this place.” Mike piled the pieces of wood by the old fireplace and removed his outerwear to let it dry. Then he continued telling me the story behind the mysterious clock.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Old man Miller’s wife became really sick a couple years before she finally passed on. She loved the clock. She often told him it held special powers of time. She was a superstitious woman. She had noticed over a period of time that good things that happened in her life seemed to happen about the time the clock struck two in the afternoon. She had noticed it often enough that she felt it was her ‘lucky’ time.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I listened intently to his interesting story and wondered if it was true. “Well, one day after she was diagnosed with cancer and she was told there was nothing they could do for her, Old man Miller stopped the clock. He told her that if it did have special powers of time, then it would slow down her imminent passing. He wanted to believe. Each day he prayed after his wristwatch passed two in the afternoon. She had survived another day.” Mike’s story was so sad it brought tears to my eyes, as I listened to what I felt was soon to be the ending.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I could tell the story affected him too, whether it was true or not. He must have had a special bond with the old man to keep such a story close to his heart for so many years. He continued. “Well, one day in the middle of April as the wild flowers began to bloom on the hillside, his wife asked him to reset the clock. She made him promise to wind it often and never let it quit running again, as she wanted him to join her in heaven. She felt her time was near.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As he rewound the clock for his wife, all the while promising her he would come to her in heaven, she slipped quietly away. When the clock was wound as much as it could be, he peered down at the wristwatch he wore everyday, taking notice of the time. It was one fifty-nine in the afternoon. He gasped as he realized the significance of the time. He sat the clock down on the mantle carefully and turned to his wife across the room in her bed. She had passed on with a smile on her face.” Mike choked out those final words as I listened intently.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">A single tear trailed down my cheek. So sad, two people so in love that they had a connection beyond what most would ever experience in life. “Did he ever reset the clock or did he just let the time wind down until one day it stopped?” I asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“He just let it wind down, hoping it would signify the end of his time as well. He ended up living another 15 years beyond her death, each day missing her so.” Mike leaned in close to my face and kissed me gently on the lips. The story had affected us both. Time was too short in life to take for granted the things that mean the most. Our final hours would be filled with love, affection, and adventure to fill our minds with memories until the next time we would be together. I was surer now than ever, that we would find a way to see each other again.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I called up to the office and asked Ben if he would run into town and pick up dinner for us. Hope you like pizza with everything but anchovies.” He smiled as he imagined me with a dead fish sticking out of my mouth. Mike found humor in it, but it made me gag.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Good choice. If you had gotten the anchovies you would have been eating alone.” I made a sickening sound come out my mouth, as I faked a gag reflex. He laughed hysterically at my sensitivity to the poor defenseless fish. It was kind of funny, but the whole idea left a fishy taste in my mouth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Ben should be here in about twenty minutes. Care for a quickie?” The smirk on his face told me he was half kidding, but as he pulled me closer the bulge in his pants told me he’d take me if I so much as began to utter the word yes. I kissed him full on the mouth with desire and need. His question had aroused my interest and the wet valley between my thighs.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Our tongues teased and tasted as we melted into each other’s arms. Just as the kiss had become deep and intense, both of us showing signs of arousal, we heard a buzzing sound in the far-off distance. I knew it was a snowmobile as the noise got louder the closer it became. Was dinner here already? ‘Damn’ I thought to myself.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Sounds like Ben coming.” He simply said. We left the serenity of our embrace in anticipation of it being him. Mike moved to the window by daybed and peered out into the distance. About a quarter of a mile away, against the whiteness of the snow, he saw Ben’s red outerwear perched upon his sled. “Yea, it’s Ben.” He said with certainty.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As he passed me, on his way to the front door, he commented. “You and I will continue from where we left off, as soon as we rest our stomachs after dinner.” He gave me a knowing smile and a pat on the ass. “From experience, I’d say you make quite a dessert, that I can’t wait to feast upon.” I gave him my best ‘come and get it’ look, secretly daring him to skip dinner and go straight for dessert.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter Four</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Ben seemed like a nice guy. I guessed he was in about his late twenty’s, but later found out he was indeed in his mid thirties, married and had three children. He gave Mike a bit of a hard time, as he noticed the reason for Mike’s absence at the ‘Guy’s’ Friday Poker night.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Aha, now I see why you weren’t there Mike. Will you be missing next weeks game as well?” He grinned devilishly at Mike and jabbed him playfully in the side with his elbow. “Does your Dad know your enjoying the company of one of his renters?” Ben asked with an ‘I’m going to tell on you’ tone in his voice. Of course he was kidding, but he stopped at nothing to give Mike a hard time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike laughed at Ben’s antics and then blackmailed him with his knowledge, “You know Ben, if you don’t forget about it, I’ll tell your wife how you’ve been checking out the lady in cabin six.” Mike winked back at him with a ‘I got you now’ look on his face.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Oh hell Mike, your no damn fun.” Ben knew he wouldn’t tell. Somewhere there was a written law that, men among friends never told on each other. Ben nodded at me as he excused himself. “It was nice to meet you. Give this old’ man a hard time would you?” I don’t think he realized the unintended pun that escaped his mouth, but I assured him I would indeed do just that.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike closed the door behind Ben. Setting the pizza down on the small table he asked if I wanted something to drink. I nodded my reply, as he reached down to retrieve a couple Pepsi’s from the mini refrigerator.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“So, do you entertain many of your Dad’s guests?” I couldn’t help it I had to ask. Ben’s remarks had left me with a tinge of jealousy I hadn’t expected to feel. Almost as soon as the question spilled out my mouth, I regretted having said it. Who was I anyway, to ask him such a question? I was here for only one more night. Tomorrow, by noon I would be headed back to the airport and on my way home.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He didn’t seem to take my question offensively. Actually he seemed rather amused by it. I didn’t find it funny though. My feelings had gone beyond the ‘Weekend fling’ stereotype.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Honestly?” he was asking me if I wanted the honest answer or a fabricated answer to make it easy on me. I nodded a yes, but wished I hadn’t. I already knew that, as long as he’d been working for his Dad, there had to be a woman or two that turned his head. “I’m not accustomed to ‘entertaining’, as you put it, my Dad’s guests. There was one about five years ago that aroused my interest in more than one way, but that was long ago. You’re here now with me and I can honestly say you’re the only one that has made me feel anything in a very long time.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His reply made me feel somewhat better, but I wondered what ‘she’ had been like. Was I his normal type? “I shouldn’t have asked you that Mike, I’m sorry. It’s really none of my business what has happened in your past. How about if I just shut up and we enjoy our pizza and the rest of the day? It’s already fading away so quickly.” Sadness set in. It was nearly six. Within 24 hours I would be back home in my lonely apartment, wishing I were still here.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I agree. Let’s just enjoy the rest of the evening.” As if Mike just realized how fast the time had flown, his grin faded to sadness. “Hey, taste your pizza.” He said trying to quickly change the subject. “The Pizza Shop makes the best damn pizza’s around.” I had lost a bit of my appetite, but took a bite to please him anyway.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Once I had finished chewing my small taste I agreed, “Mmm this is very good pizza.” It really was, but I wasn’t convincing with my half-hearted comment. I gave in to my previous hunger and ate two slices. Perhaps later I would feel like eating more.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“What do you want to do after we’re done eating Mike?” I asked. “Are we staying here for a while longer or do you want to head back to the cabin?” It was lovely in his little secret place, but I realized there were no bathroom facilities and soon I would need them.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Well, I thought if you were interested we’d head up to my cottage for a while before returning to your cabin.” I readily agreed. I had hoped to get an inside peek at his home. His personality would surely be displayed throughout his house and I would get to know him even better. I wanted to know him inside and out.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I’d love that.” I said with a smile.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Good, then let’s finish up here and head on up before it gets too dark.” He felt relieved to see me smile finally. It eased the tension that had suddenly built up between us.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The invitation had been delivered. We cleaned up after ourselves, so as not to leave his hideaway a mess. Gathering a small bag of trash to dispose of up at his cottage, we bundled up in our winter wear and headed up the steep hill leading to his home. I felt I had been invited into the King’s castle, as suddenly I felt nervous. What surprises about Mike would be unveiled once I stepped inside his home?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I was pretty tired out once we reached the top of the hill. I hadn’t climbed a hill like that since I was about eight. Back when nothing bothered you in your quest to get to the top, to then turn around and slide back down on your toboggan. Those were youthful carefree days of yesterday. When we finally reached the top I asked to stop for a moment. Mike laughed at me playfully. Of course he had made this journey hundreds of times, so he was better equipped to endure the steep incline. “You’d think after a weekend of wild sex you’d be ready for a marathon.” He chuckled as I gave him a look warning him, ‘if he said another word I’d let him have it.’</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My breathing slowed as I answered back, “Well, if you hadn’t been almost running up the hill, I would have had an easier time of it.” I stood upright from the tree I had been resting against and turned to continue our hike upwards. As I turned, I looked up to see an old very rustic cabin, twice the size of my rental, standing before us. Snow clung to the full size logs that made up its outside walls. For a brief moment I felt as if I had gone back in time to the late 1800’s. At least until the noticed the very modern car parked out in the drive leading up to the side of his cottage.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter Five</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The cottage had been kept up very well, but you could tell it had been there for quite a few years. “How old is your cottage Mike?” I asked. I was immediately interested in its history.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“It’s been standing here for about 95 years. At least that’s as far back as we have been able to trace its ownership. About 1912 it was turned into a bunkhouse for the local woodsmen, after the original owner died in a gunfight over land rights. Later, it became a private home again. Then in about 1945, the people my father bought this place from had used this as their private home and office for the cabins my Father owns today. They sold him about 50 acres, but since he’s grown older, Dad has sold off some of the property, keeping only the ten cabins he rents, this place and the small home my parent’s shared. Dad gave me this place after I got out of college.” Mike paused a moment in quiet contemplation. “I think you’ll like it inside. I’ve modernized, but the old world charm still exists, even among the modernized bathroom facilities.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Oh thank goodness.” I laughed at my private thoughts. “I was hoping you wouldn’t say I had to use an outhouse.” Mike laughed jovially at the look of certain displeasure on my face. The scene running through my thoughts, of me sitting upon a cold wooden hole, made me shiver with fear. The only thing I kept imagining was some wild animal crawling frantically out of the hole. Scrambling aimlessly to quickly depart before I used the facilities. I did smile eventually, as the scene played out rather comically in my head.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike motioned for me to follow the shoveled path around to the front door. For a single man, I was impressed with how he took the time to decorate the front door with a seasonal wreath. I found his Mother’s touch had rubbed off. Some of her original decorating still adorned his cozy home, I noticed, as I entered the front entryway. Mike took my coat and hung it neatly in the small closet by the front door. I removed my boots and left them to dry on the braided rug that lay nearby.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As I stepped further into the room I found that the main room was fairly large. It was also the center of the house. The noticed that the bathroom was to the back of the room, as I quickly excused myself. I had needed to use it for some time now. Mike waited patiently on the couch, which stood in front of the old stone fireplace, that was oddly placed on an inside wall. Mike noticed my questioning glance, but waited to explain the uniqueness as he led me through the house.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Well, the living room you’ve seen. It used to be the main social room for the woodsmen, doubling as their mess hall.” Mike walked over to the left of the spacious room, leading me into what was the kitchen. “This used to be the original kitchen. When I moved in the old wood cook stove was still in use.” He began to chuckle, mostly to himself. “After burning a few dinners I decided it was time to upgrade.” Modern appliances now stood proudly in place among the old fashioned theme that still overpowered the quaintness of the room.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">We left the coziness of the kitchen. Walking back through the main room we entered a doorway to the left of the fireplace. Though I had never been there before I felt I had been. I knew before he completely opened the door that it was his room, his private den for passionate lust-filled moments. The room was tastefully decorated with old-fashioned charm. Either I had an original romantic on my hands or his Mother had more say in his personal taste. “As you can probably tell Mom decorated this place for me. A part of her is everywhere within these walls. Of course she did discuss what I wanted before she started, so what you see is as much me as it is her.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Rich, deep, masculine colors of burgundy, forest green and gold adorned his room. Exquisitely well-done paintings of days gone by hung upon his walls sparingly, displaying the same dark rich color scheme. His bed resembled the one I had in my cabin, but with a much more ornate headboard. One crafted by hand, by some obviously talented woodcarver. I was right about him being somewhat of a romantic, as I noticed carefully placed candles about the room. An ornate incense burner sat upon his dresser top, ready to be used. “What flavor do you burn?” I asked. We had so much more in common than I originally anticipated.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He had been watching me closely as I scanned his room. He knew I was assessing his truthfulness of which he was, by carefully analyzing his surroundings. He hadn’t lied; he was who he said he was. “I believe it’s Musk that’s in there right now.” He replied, smiling at my obvious appreciation. “Would you like me to light it?”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I nodded an enthusiastic ‘Yes’, as I moved about the room, noticing his military medals and personal sentiments displayed. Much to my surprise, a fireplace was up against the same wall that the one in the living room was on. I smiled, as I imagined a fiery glow emanating from it’s rocky interior. Both fireplaces appeared to be the ones built with the original foundation of this home. I liked that he appreciated history and sentiments of days gone by.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“This was the Master bedroom of the original owners. Beautiful isn’t it?” I had to agree wholeheartedly. The man he spoke of must have been a romantic soul himself, as I saw the scenic landscape beyond the large picturesque windows to the south and west. The small cabin we had been in just a short time ago, sat at the bottom of the hill nestled among sweet smelling pines along the free-flowing stream. It looked like a picture out of a photographer’s magazine that took first place in some contest. It was truly a breathtaking view.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I had subconsciously moved towards the sunlit window to the south, to admire the view I speak of. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity, admiring it. I heard my breath exhale in a sigh of appreciation for what I saw, as I felt his arms slip around my waist. He stood behind me quietly, with much less demand than before. Mike was sharing our intimate space in quiet contemplation, admiring the same view as I. I felt his hot breath caressing my soft flesh along the hairline on my neck. Tiny new hairs arose in arousal with each gentle wisp of hot breath. I allowed a low sensual moan to escape my lips, as my head slowly fell back against his shoulder and chest.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His grip around my waist tightened, as he pulled me in closer against his excited maleness. The scene that set before me was one of forbidden perfection. I melted sweetly into its warmth. Now, so caught up in the old world charm and romance, I gave in to his searching touch. With eyes closed to the here and now; I imagined myself and Mike in early 1900’s attire on a cold winters eve, standing before the window to admire the scenery, against a backdrop of historic romance.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I wondered if it was like this for the original owners, as they reveled in their uninhibited sexual desire. Were they as uninhibited as we found ourselves to be? Or was it a sin to desire, so recklessly, the flesh of your own wife back then? I imagined instead unbridled passion that flowed freely between the Master of this home and his wickedly arousing mistress. Yes … that was more like the scene I imagined.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Gentle caressing kisses covered the flesh of my neck, as Mike lingered to inhale the scent of my perfume. I heard him sigh. I understood it as I too, was feeling the lust-filled pangs of need. The sweetness of our last night together would forever be imprinted on these walls, as he struggled helplessly with each passionate memory. I would be going home soon, with no reminders upon my walls or in my bed, only memories stored lovingly within my heart.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike’s hands began to explore my voluptuous curves with more eagerness. His lust was rising once again, enticing me with his untamed prowess. “You feel so good Laurie.” He dared to whisper. I moaned, as I responded to his touch. His fingertips teasingly played my nipples through my clothes. They hardened to display their erectness unmistakably. We watched ourselves in the window as our images played out against its mirror-like surface. The soft lighting lent a romantic background, as I watched, aroused, in the growing darkness of the outdoors. “I want to christen this room with the smell of your scent and gentle touch. So that I may feel you long after tomorrow.” His words brought forth wetness between my legs.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I’ll leave you with lasting impressions to intoxicate all your senses Mike. I want you to think of me and remember our time together with intense passion.” I wanted him never to forget me, as I would not forget him … ever. His lips continued to invade my fading resistance. His fingers played expertly along the curves of my body. I took his hand in mine and led him to forbidden territory. A part of me I had surrendered the first night we were together. He loved it when I led him in erotic foreplay.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">With one hand cupping my left breast and the other between my thighs, his kisses intensified. He took my earlobe between his lips and sucked hard on it, nibbling its small soft skin. He breathed short erratic breaths into my ear. “Do you want me?” I asked. I knew that he did, but somehow asking the question heightened the experience.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Oh yes … so very much.” He replied breathlessly. Soon his need would be out of control. I wanted him to take me like the Mistress I had become. I wanted him to deny me purposely, make me wait. Then take me hard and fast, as if he too could not wait another moment.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I turned to face him, abandoning our vision in the reflective window. I wanted to taste his lips. I wanted to tease his tongue playfully with mine. Mike kissed me hard, as his mouth pressed firmly against me. His tongue slipped between my sweet tasting lips. Our bodies danced to the slow rhythm of our undeniable desire. We embraced this way for a moment of eternal bliss.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Yes … Oh Yes, take me.” I said loudly within my head. I begged for more. “Touch me … leave your brand of love against my flesh.” I uttered not one word, but he somehow felt my needs. Mike quickly removed the material that kept him from my bareness. Then in turn removed his shirt, so that my breasts pressed hard against his manly chest. He removed my hair accessory holding a loosely kept bun. My golden locks fell alluring around my face, to lie upon my naked shoulder. Mike ran his fingers through the corn silk softness of my hair. I could detect his undying admiration within the depths of his eyes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As we passionately embraced to share a kiss, I thought I could hear voices from the past whispering encouragement. I don’t know what it was about his place that suddenly flooded my imagination with old world memories but I felt as if the spirits of long past were encouraging our passion, our desires. ‘If only these walls could talk I’m sure there’s been plenty of passion among them.’ I thought to myself. It seemed crazy, but I think they really were trying to communicate.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Our hands explored aroused flesh, as we melted into each other. Our kisses deepened. I knew not anymore where I ended and where he began. Mike reluctantly slipped from our shared embrace. “Laurie, I’d like to make things more comfortable if we can take a little break.” I could see his emotions fighting with him, even as he uttered the words. I nodded in agreement, even as I refused to move. I couldn’t move. I wanted him to take me back in his arms and never let go.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Is there anything I can help with?” I asked. Maybe if I had something to do besides watching the muscles ripple in his chest and back, I might be more willing to wait.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He replied with a ‘No’ as he hurriedly stacked a couple of logs in the fireplace. “Sorry for the interruption, but if I don’t start a fire it will get pretty chilly in here before long.” He seemed as irritated with the delay he had no choice but to take. With a flick of his wrist the match he struck lit up with fiery intent. He lowered it slowly toward the kindling and the paper, below expertly stacked logs, and waited for it to catch. In no time it roared with intensity that matched our sexual need.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike stood to light a couple candles that stood on the mantle above the fireplace. When he did, I excused myself to use the bathroom. I scurried through the dimly lit living room, as I was unfamiliar with the dark corners and shadows that loomed ever closer. The house Mike lived in didn’t scare me, but I did believe that the spirits of owners past were lurking among the shadows watching, listening, and even cheering for Mike’s latest conquest.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I smiled at the idea that went through my mind, as I thought for sure I heard footsteps above me on the second floor. My imagination was running away with me. Actually, if Mike hadn’t of stayed with me since my arrival, I probably would of seen more than one shadow move in the cottage I rented too. I wasn’t scared of the dark, but merely in tune with the afterlife since I was a young girl. It was a rarely known fact I shared with few.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Before I left the restroom I saw Mike’s toothpaste sitting on the counter. Having nothing to use, I just put a little on my finger and scrubbed around in my mouth and on my teeth. After having pizza I felt anything would help.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">When I returned to the room I saw Mike’s shadow loomed high along the far wall, as the fire roared behind him in the fireplace. He had it going really nice now, as the room began to warm enough to want to strip my outer layer of clothing off.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike turned away from the fireplace slowly, as he placed the poker back in its stand. He smiled devilishly at me, as his eyes traveled up and down my clothed femininity. I knew that look. He wanted to remove every piece of fabric that kept him from my body. “What?” I simply asked blushing with knowing shyness.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Oh nothing” he replied, “I’m just admiring you. You’re quite beautiful under the mask of firelight. Your soft curves are even more alluring. God help me, but I want you once again.” His eyes took on a look of lustful longing that I couldn’t ignore. I stood there frozen in place as he walked closer ever so slowly.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I have a little surprise for my Mistress Slave of Passion. Your Master wants to possess you …” he was standing right in front of me now. His lips were only inches from my face, when he leaned in to kiss me between each group of arousing words. “… To take you” he kissed me again lightly on my cheek. “ … To taste you” his lips tasted mine ever so briefly. “… To love you.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">With his final admission his lips fell full against mine, our passion coursing with fiery desire. I opened my mouth willingly, allowing his tongue to languorously taste and tempt. I felt weak in my knees, as I held on for dear life around his broad shoulders.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter Six</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My breasts had been bared previously, as I in turn removed his shirt before we parted ever so briefly. Now, both of us wished for the remainder of our clothing to be removed, so that we may feel our nakedness. One against the other, flesh against flesh. The soft hair on his manly chest rubbed ever so lightly against my nipples. Between the chill coming from the large picture window and my arousal, they grew hard. Erect with need to be fondled, pinched, nibbled and sucked.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike’s adventurous hands had slipped between us, as he struggled to undo my pants. He fumbled with the button, his attention still above my waist as he kissed my lips hungrily. His wet lips trailed along the sinewy length of my neck. He was easily arousing my interest, even as he hurried further south to taste my breasts.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I threw my head back as he finally reached my aching breasts, his tongue licking at my erect nipples. My button let loose, just as he covered the first one with his mouth and drew it in. I heard the familiar sound of my zipper being lowered. Together with my moans of pleasure, it made quite an erotic musical piece … pleasant to the ear and, even more so, arousing to our sex. I could feel the moisture collecting along the cotton lining of my silk panties, just as Mike slipped lower to remove my pants. I stepped out of them carefully as not to part from his searching lips. I didn’t want to separate from the exquisite feelings he brought forth in me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">It was my turn, as he stood back up slowly from his crouching position, his tongue and lips teasing every inch of me on the way. I cradled his head in my hands, as he found my lips again, and kissed him more passionately than I remembered having done before. I needed to burn his taste to my memory before tomorrow came all too quickly.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Finally, I was able to let go, as fingertips teased his manly chest. I could feel his nipples hardening to my touch, pressed against me. My hands took the liberty of undoing his jeans. Then I verbally demanded he remove them for me, “Take those damn pants off Mike. I want to watch you strip down for me.” I said with sensual dominance. I didn’t recognize the voice I spoke in, but knew I felt what I said so bluntly.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mike looked at me rather surprised, doing as I asked. He, too, noticed that something was different. ‘It was her’, he thought to himself, “Yet there was an air about her he didn’t recognize.’ Since Mike had moved into this home he frequently felt like he was not alone. It never scared him to realize that, but now he wondered what it was. Before he had always been able to ignore it politely, now he couldn’t. Someone or something else was residing with him in this home. Either way, he found it exciting, this new side of me he was seeing. Mike removed and dropped his pants carelessly to the side, waiting for a new demand from me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I stood there mesmerized by his nakedness, unwilling to remove my gaze from his growing erection, but my ‘other’ voice blurted out something that even surprised me. “Get on your knees before me Your Mistress wants her love slave to please her. Punishment will be severe if you don’t comply with my wishes.” Something inside of me had changed drastically, but I had no idea what. I felt like I was being controlled by something else, yet it was still I. All the erotic thoughts I had ever had were being spewed forth by some unknown force.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Chapter Seven</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Throughout the night my demands went on and on, while Mike obediently did as I requested. I felt the dominance coarse through my body as if it had always been there. ‘Have I always had this in me?’ I wondered in between my well-spoken demands. I literally had Mike at my feet, loving me as his Mistress of Passion. He didn’t seem to mind my new role, but the look on his face told me he too saw the difference in me. As if someone or something had taken over my body, my desires.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Lay me down slave and fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.” Mike took me in his arms and lay me down on the soft bedding carefully, ready to mount me as my love slave. He climbed over me and positioned himself in front of my waiting wet pussy. My legs rose up and over his shoulders, with intent on controlling his every move. His hard cock slipped easily into my tight pussy, as I was wetter than even I could imagine. I slapped his ass intentionally, urging him to begin a nice long stroking rhythm inside my wetness.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Mmm yeah, that’s it my manly slave. Fuck me with that huge cock of yours” As he slid his cock inside me, I closed my eyes, taking in the moment. The enjoyment I felt was beyond anything I had ever experienced. Maybe it was the Mistress role I took on.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Images appeared off and on through out our love session. Images of a woman dressed in a rich looking dress from years before. I’d say possibly the mid- 1800’s. Her image was so strong at times I felt as if I assumed her personality. The men I saw before me were dressed or undressed rather, but the clothes thrown over old chairs within a very ornate room, this room, was something I’d see in an old western movie. Pants worn from days of working hard, shirts stained from hours of work produced sweat. Guns in holsters I’d only recognize as being from days of old.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The voices of one or two men could be heard, as well as splashing in the corner of the room, as the men took their turns washing for their Mistress. Her room resembled a dungeon of sorts, with what we would call ‘toys’ in today’s age, but in her time would be thought of as serious reminders of ‘who was boss’ or rather the Mistress of the House.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">My eyes blinked once or twice, thinking the images I saw before me were moments of temporary sexual insanity, as Mike pounded me with his lust. They just wouldn’t disappear though, as I more often than not I was experiencing what I saw before my closed eyelids. I felt as if I had become her…. I was she</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I came back to reality as Mike began to grunt, groan and stiffen with his release. He was cumming inside of me. This whole scene had aroused him beyond even his own expectations. Was it that he wanted to be controlled? Or had he always been a more submissive soul?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">When the evening had finally wound down Mike asked me, “Did you see her?” I was surprised by his question, but the look on my face told him I had. “She is quite beautiful isn’t she?” I nodded in agreement.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“But how did you know I saw her?” I asked questioningly. “I mean I know tonight was different than anything we experienced before now, but how did you know I saw her?”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Because she often comes to me in my sleep Laurie. She invades my thoughts and imagination every moment I’m in this house. At first it was very little, but as time went on, it was every time I stepped foot in this house. It’s as if she tries to possess me… I have to admit to being smitten with her…she’s so very beautiful.”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I agreed with him…she wanted to possess whomever was in this house. “Had she lived here in the past?” I was remembering some of the history Mike had told me earlier and he hadn’t mentioned a woman such as this having lived here.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“I’m not real sure, I mean the history of this house only goes back so far, but I have found documents that suggest otherwise up in the attic. I think the past owners had found them and just packed them away up there, where they’ve stayed for years untouched. I was up there cleaning up and I found pictures and ledger books for what was bought for this property. I also found something like a personal diary, but I don’t recognize anyone in it as having been a previous owner. I don’t know, I wish you had more time to investigate this with me, as she invades my every thought, she just won’t go away.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">His voice was full of curiosity, yet something scared him about it. Maybe those shadows I had seen earlier were of her, or someone she had wronged in this house. I could see where it would leave you feeling a bit unsettled.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">We cleaned up and decided that it would be best if we went back down to my cabin to sleep for the night, as neither of us felt at ease in his home. We felt like someone or something was watching our every move. Once, I even thought I heard a female laugh in the distance of another room, perhaps even the attic. Mike said he’d just grab something and then he’d be ready to go. I never saw what it was he brought with him, but in a very short time we were both ready to leave.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Do you have a flashlight Mike, it’s gotten rather dark since we left.” I smiled nervously at him, as he quickly agreed with my statement.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Yea, Here’s one right here. You ready to go?” he asked.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">“Yes, lets get back and have something to eat, I’m hungry.” Mike smiled knowingly at me his appetite was also ravenous after such a long afternoon and evening of lovemaking.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Once we returned our night was consumed by talking about all Mike could possibly tell me about his home. The past inhabitants and all the history he could possibly tell me. I found it intriguing now that I had experienced, what I felt was the spirit of a woman that had once inhabited his home. What else could it be? We mulled that question over and over throughout the night, hoping to make some sense of it before I had to leave the next day.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">As the night wore on I began to pack up the things I didn’t need, as Mike sat sadly by watching me. I too felt emptiness at the thought of leaving. I really didn’t want to, but what would I be able to do about that? I was needed at home and at work. If I weren’t back they’d surely fire me. I wanted nothing more at that moment, then to stay behind and get to know Mike better and figure out the mysteries that lie within his house.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Who was the woman that changed our last night together? How would she fit into our future? I knew this wasn’t the last I’d hear of Mike or her. She would invade my thoughts until I came back to find out the truth. I later told Mike of my plans to visit again as soon as I could, as I wanted to see him, but I also wanted to find the answers that I knew were within his home.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Neither of us slept real well that night, both of us wanting answers. Mike had put up with her presence for so long, trying to ignore it, but now he too wanted to know. Who was this woman and why did she reside in his house?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">In the morning Mike and I packed my things into the car and made sure everything was ok in the cabin before we left. He decided to follow me to the airport so that he could say ‘good-bye’ one last time before I boarded the plane. I wish we could of rode together, but my car was a rental that I needed to return once I got there. We would have to just make the most of what little time we would have before I left, in the airport. With a final look at my cabin to memorize the memories within, I headed towards my car. Before I reached it I looked out behind my cottage to take a final look at Mike’s ‘special place’ and then up the hill to his home.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">It was quite a distance, but I swore I could see someone standing in the bedroom window looking down at us. As I blinked; her silhouette disappeared, I convinced myself it was only my imagination. Then up in the attic window I saw a faint light, as if she had resigned herself to the upper floor until, once again, I returned ……</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Word Count 38,531</span><br /></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-34017564484313443602008-01-28T19:34:00.000-08:002008-01-28T19:39:02.229-08:00Against the Wall - Adult Only<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span name="myContent"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:1em;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">My head relaxed, bending slightly to the side. His hot breath lingered along the soft curve of my neck. Searching lips scorched the delicate skin and melted into its softness. My eyes, closed and lost in the moment, opened slowly. I stared through their lust-filled glaze into the night sky. I noticed that the moon was barely visible, offering only a small glimmer of light to see by. The stars twinkled brightly against the ink-like blackness of the night.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I could hear voices talking excitedly nearby, as they made their way inside the bar. Music could be heard radiating through the thick wall behind me. It’s sultry beat influenced my response. He pressed me firmly against the wall, to restrain me from too much movement. His need for dominance became evident.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Roaming hands were allowed a brief moment of exploration before he grasped my wrists, pinning them above my head. One strong hand was all it took to keep me immobile from the waist up. His free hand was searching for access beyond the flimsy material that concealed my aroused flesh. I squirmed against him with false need to break free. It excited him more. My hips writhed against the swelling bulge trapped within his pants.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">His mouth hungered for the soft skin heaving shamelessly from the boundary of my garment. Breathlessly he mumbled, “My God you taste so good …” His grip on my wrists loosened. “… Your scent is intoxicating.” Lightly applied White Musk wafted in the air, mixing with the aroma of imminent sex. The fragrance lured us into recklessness. His need for control was abandoned as his hand released its hold on my wrists.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">We paid no attention to the people passing by in the near distance. Enticed by the forbidden chance that we might be caught, our arousal heightened. The darkness of the night and shadows cast by nearby buildings masked our secret encounter. Despite knowing this, I knew our intensifying moans of lust could give us away at any moment. My freed hands pulled him closer. I couldn’t help but grope his hard cock through the fabric. The temptation to satisfy my curiosity drew me in. I teased him deliberately.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">He backed away slightly, hesitating a moment in enjoyment. Sensations coursed through his body, which left him in a needful state. His hands were pressed hard against the roughness of the wall to steady himself. “ Mmmm … Your so hard.” I announced. Gazing deeply into his eyes, I taunted him with the devilish grin that spread across my face. “Is all that for me?” I asked in a breathless whisper.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Playing into the game I had begun, he answered, “ Damn right it is …” his mouth covered mine hungrily. His kiss was demanding at first … then softened. His lips slowly parted from mine, neither of us wanting the kiss to end. “ … And you’ll love every inch of it.” He concluded in a barely audible voice.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I didn’t let on, but I never doubted the enjoyment I would encounter. The past familiarity we shared had prepared me for our impending intimacy. Over time, the flames of desire had burned fiercely. Which ultimately stripped away any restraint I might of possessed. The control he felt he needed to obtain had already been bestowed upon him.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">There we stood between two buildings groping each other with wild abandonment. His hand slipped under my skirt and forced my legs further apart. He searched for the pleasure that overflowed within me. He smiled confidently, as his fingers slipped beyond the silk material concealing my wet pussy. The look on his face told me such an eager response to his touch hadn’t been foreseen. He was pleased with himself.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Slowly, he began to slide his fingers in and out of my wetness. He teased my clit intentionally between each thrust. If his intentions were to drive me crazy it was working. I held on tightly grinding my hips against him like a bitch in heat. Each wave of pleasure was more intense than the one before, as my orgasm drew nearer.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">“ Ohhhh … God … Yessssss!” stumbled out of my mouth. The uncontrollable spasms of release had descended upon me. I rode each wave of passion until it began to subside. He slipped his fingers from my pussy and brought them closer to his face. With both fingers completely immersed in his mouth he began to suck my juices from them. His eyes closed as I watched him inhale the sweet scent of desire.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Satisfied he had devoured every lingering trace, I heard him command, “ Get on your knees … now.” He was quiet so as not to call attention to us, yet his voice remained firm. I knelt willingly before him on a small patch of grass growing between the buildings. He unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper until it wouldn’t go any further. I noticed that he was having difficulty sliding his jeans down over his hard cock. It had become so swollen with arousal that I think it even surprised him. In the faint starlight, I detected a glint of pre-cum glistening at the tip. It was enticing me to take a taste … to lick it clean. Then begged for me to suck his hardness for more. His cock twitched in anticipation, beckoning me to fulfill its need.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I admired his thickness for only a moment, before I felt his hand cup the back of my head. Urging me forward. His fingers entangled within my hair to anchor his grasp. “Suck me.” he ordered in a low growl. I lowered my mouth over his length until I wasn’t able to take anymore. My lips hugged his cock tightly, as I began my slow torturous descent. “ Mmmm, Yeah that’s it baby.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My mouth slid hungrily up and down his cock. The rhythm accelerated, as I became more comfortable with his size. I became obsessed with the task at hand, sucking him harder and faster. I wanted to hear him beg for release … to lose control.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">His grasp on my head tightened, as he held me still to receive his thrusts. I fondled his balls with my free hand, raking my nails lightly along the taut skin. He slowed his frantic pace to keep from releasing too soon. Both of my hands slid around to cup the well-defined roundness of his backside. I caressed the soft flesh invitingly, which almost sent him over the edge. His thrusting stopped abruptly. “Stop …” he begged, “I’m not ready yet.” I moaned in disapproval, as my lips slipped from the end of his cock. “Get up.”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">He had something else in mind … something I longed for. To feel him deep inside of me, filling me completely with his hard cock. Fucking me hard and fast until neither of us could hold back any longer. I stood slowly, brushing the remnants of sand that clung to my knees. He was impatient. His lips assaulted mine with intense need. I reciprocated feverishly, with no intention of denying my own needs.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">His hands clawed at my top trying to release my breast from its prison. He found success, as my left breast was exposed to the night air. The darkened color of my nipple stood out against the paleness of my skin. He leaned down and caught the erect nipple in his mouth, sucking at it hard. His tongue teased me in between each playful nibble. I didn’t know if I wanted to pull him closer or beg him to stop. Within seconds, the decision was no longer mine.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Turning me around to face the wall, he lifted the bottom of my skirt, so that the backside rested at my waist. “You better use the wall to steady yourself.” He suggested. I bent slightly at the waist and did as he said. With my hands against the wall I felt him tug at the sides of my lacy panties. Evidently, they didn’t give way as he intended. I felt him tear at each side until the unwanted restriction was removed. They lay in a heap on the ground beside my feet no longer functional. His intensity scared me a little … yet excited me too.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">For some reason I briefly glanced toward the exit of the bar. A couple of guys stood outside and appeared to be talking quietly to each other. “Had they heard us?” I wondered silently. They looked around inquisitively, as if searching for something they heard, but couldn’t see.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I felt the head of his cock pressing against me from behind. He rubbed it up and down the length of my pussy until it was covered with my juices. His fingers slipped in and out of my hole a couple of times. I felt him position the head of his cock against my opening once again and waited for the initial thrust. He grasped my hips firmly and plunged forward. His hard swollen cock pierced the tightness surrounding my womanhood. I flinched at the initial discomfort, but quickly surrendered to the delightful fullness I felt deep within. His cock, slick with cum, slid in easily. Until his groin rested against my fleshy cheeks … unable to plunge any deeper.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A groan of undeniable ecstasy escaped his lips. I mirrored his verbal approval with my own deep moan of appreciation. My hand involuntarily reached for my exposed nipple. Rolling and pinching it between my fingers I waited for the emptiness of his out stroke … followed by another deep thrust into my tingling depths. Every nerve ending felt alive with sexual tension. He continued teasing me, slowly pulling outward … then thrusting deep. It wasn’t long before I insisted he stop the insatiable teasing. “Fuck me damn it!”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">At my request, he began driving his hard cock into me. He had every intention of continuing until he had nothing left to offer. His deep hard thrusts gave new meaning to the saying, “Hurts so good.” It wasn’t long before I was pounding against him in perfect unison. I abandoned the need to touch myself, when I realized both hands would be needed to steady myself against his driving force. I held on tightly to the brick support I found necessary, while my sanity slipped between the cracks of the wall. Our impending climax heightened. I was so close …</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The climatic quiver began in my toes and vibrated throughout my entire body. The intensity seemed to double once it reached my pussy. I could feel it throb involuntarily around his shaft. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Thrusting into me one final time he emptied his load into my depths. He pressed against me exhausted allowing my orgasm to milk him dry.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">His spent member slipped slowly from between my legs, as it was still very sensitive to touch. I turned toward him and began to readjust my clothing. A smile was upon both our faces. I guess I could assume confidently, that both of us were completely satisfied with the night’s outcome. He fastened the button on his pants. “So, are you planning on going in?” he asked. He nodded towards the back door that people had been using all night. “Or would you prefer to go somewhere else?”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">That little devilish grin formed on my lips once again, as I replied, “Somewhere else sounds like a lot more fun. You coming?”</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Not yet … but I will be.”</span> </span></span></span></span>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-59771009997824257402007-10-11T20:40:00.000-07:002008-12-10T15:13:54.018-08:00Voices<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PX7OHpHXU-s/Rw7vd6GmUlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IwwLcI42xX8/s1600-h/1216209.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PX7OHpHXU-s/Rw7vd6GmUlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/IwwLcI42xX8/s200/1216209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120293123459011154" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I look now, upon her beautiful face<br />and see confusion, a shadow of sadness.<br />She's grown to be such a lovely young lady,<br />but something has changed, leaving her defenseless.<br /><br />Defenseless to the mind's power over her.<br />A control beyond her own, for which it eagerly seeks.<br />The voices command, as she buries her head<br />within her hands, until...<br />she no longer hears them speak.<br /><br />They may be gone for now, these demanding voices,<br />but they'll be back to taunt and to tease.<br />They'll tell her to "Just do it, harm yourself.<br />You'll be much better off if you were deceased."<br /><br />They'll have power over her, if only for a moment.<br />We'll focus on casting them out, to just go away,<br />as she finds her safe place, breathing deeply.<br />The voices will retreat in disappointment, in dismay.<br /><br />We'll not let them lead her into the darkness,<br />for which they dwell in hopeful waiting.<br />We'll help her love herself completely again<br />and not sink deeply into tearful self-hating.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PX7OHpHXU-s/Rw7tsqGmUkI/AAAAAAAAABI/ux57OneSN98/s1600-h/1216209.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" class="norm" ><span style="font-family:arial;"><span name="myContent"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:1em;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7290813591329999174.post-37199634173737700952007-10-11T20:20:00.000-07:002008-12-10T15:13:54.208-08:00My Beautiful Geisha<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PX7OHpHXU-s/Rw7qB6GmUiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DhYhqIbf8uA/s1600-h/1102048.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PX7OHpHXU-s/Rw7qB6GmUiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DhYhqIbf8uA/s200/1102048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120287144864535074" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="norm"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span name="myContent"><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:1em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >My Beautiful Geisha</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >My beautiful Geisha</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >with beauty and elegant grace,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >playing your Shamisen,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >hiding behind a painted face.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >My beautiful Geisha</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >captivated by your almond eyes.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Our opined conversation </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >turns to love, is this wise?</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >My beautiful Geisha</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >seems to resemble an imitation.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >I know different, with me</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >your uniqueness has no limitations.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >My beautiful Geisha</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >who yields willingly to me,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >you're unfettered now,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >as my love sets you free.</span><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14136935101484757257noreply@blogger.com0