STORY: OUR DREAM DATE

The telephone rings, she answers on the second ring hoping to hear his voice at the other end. She's not disappointed.

"Hello?"

"Hey Baby!" he replies. He knows how she loves to hear those words. She almost melts every time. He asks if she's busy. She tells him she's not and asks why he wants to know. "I'm free tonight, finally, and was hoping we could spend some time together. Would you like that?"

"Oh Baby! You know I would!! How soon will you be here?" She doesn't want to sound too eager but she needed some time to make herself pretty for him. He tells her he'll be at her door in the time it takes to drive from his house to hers...about 45 minutes. That gave her just enough time. Smiling to herself she tells him she'll be ready when he gets there.

She takes a fast shower, brushes her hair and puts it up in one of those hair clips which pulls it back, yet lets it cascade down her back. She slips on her new sundress. A very pretty, light weight fabric, very loose flowing skirt and only spaghetti-straps to hold it up. She wears just a touch of make-up and a few spritzes of cologne. She slips on some sandals and she's ready to go.

She no sooner finishes slipping on her sandals than she hears him drive up. She grabs her purse and dashes out the door. Ever the gentleman, he gets out and opens the passenger door for her. She slides in, making sure her skirt doesn't get caught in the door and makes herself comfortable. He shuts her door and walks around to the driver's side and gets in.

"Where are we going, hon?" she asks him.

He only smiles that smile that tells her he's up to something and says, "You'll find out when it's time." She knows it's useless to ask anymore so she lights a cigarette and just sits back and enjoys the drive.

Soon he brings the car to a stop and turns off the engine. She can't really tell where they are, there are no street lights anywhere to be seen. He gets out of the car and she hears the trunk open and close, then he opens the door for her. As he helps her out, she sees that he has a blanket in his hand. She can hear the chirping of crickets and the sound of water. It sounds like soft waves gently lapping at the shore. He takes her by the hand and leads her to a clearing where the ground is level and he spreads the blanket on the ground. He helps her to ease herself down onto the blanket and then lies down beside her. "It's such a beautiful, clear night I thought it would be nice to spend a little while enjoying the view together."

They lay there for a while, just looking up at the magnificent, clear, star-filled sky, neither of them speaking a word. Only their breathing and the sounds of a country night breaking the silence. He reaches out and pulls her closer to himself. Their lips meet, tenderly at first, the urgency building. He starts to caress her breasts through the thin fabric of her sundress and she immediately reciprocates, caressing the bulge in his pants. After what seems like mere seconds, yet like an eternity, they break their kiss. "I think we'd better go now.", he tells her. She doesn't want to leave, but he seems pretty determined. So with a deep sigh of disappointment and a helping hand from him she gets up and goes with him. She still doesn't know where he's taking her, but by now she doesn't care as long as she's with him.

They drive along for a ways and he pulls into a very secluded wayside inn that had a sign advertising "DINING and DANCING". They went in and found it very dark inside, only candles on the tables and dim lights by the bar. They find a very dimly lit corner booth well away from the dance floor and away from the swinging doors that lead to the busy, noisy kitchen. They settle in, sitting close to each other and give the waitress their drink order. She returns in what seems like only an instant with their drinks and then leaves them alone. They talk about his job, her recent doctor visit...just small talk. As they talk she rests her hand on his thigh, gently squeezing it every little while. He can't resist and the next thing she knows she feels his hand firmly on her leg. He's not content to simply touch her leg. He squeezes her thigh and every little while she feels his hand inch just a bit higher - oh so gradually getting closer to her swiftly dampening pussy. As his hand creeps closer, she begins to open her legs. When his fingers finally reach their intended destination and find she's wearing no panties, the look on his face is priceless! She can't tell if it's shock, desire, or just outright lust she sees in his eyes. The most wicked smile crosses his lips and he leans over to kiss her. As he kisses her softly, with his long slender fingers he traces the outer lips of her already hot, and very wet womanhood.

Their lips still locked in their lover's kiss, she feels him press his fingers past the swelling lips and into her aching slit. She moans into their kiss and her hand finds the bulge in his pants. She presses her palm hard against it and he pushes himself into her small hand. It's obvious to her that he loves what she's doing, so she unzips his pants and snakes her hand inside and find that he, likewise, isn't wearing any underwear. It sends a jolt of excitement through her and she firmly grasps his by-now rock hard manhood. The touch of her eager hand seems to spur him on. His fingers begin to thrust in and out of her soaking wet love spot. She strokes him, keeping time with the thrusting of his fingers. They break their kiss, their breathing becoming shallow and ragged. He kisses her neck and whispers in her ear, "OH GOD BABY!! You'd better stop what you're doing if you don't want me to explode right here in front of all these people!"

She looks him straight in his eyes, the lust in her eyes plainly visible and smiles. He seems to read her thoughts and reluctantly pulls his fingers from inside her. She continues to stroke him as she "accidentally" knocks her silverware off the table. Unfortunately, that means she has to retrieve it. She inconspicuously slides off her seat and under the table, hidden by the tablecloth. Although he has an idea what she's about to do, it still takes him somewhat by surprise when her hot, wet, mouth engulfs his shaft. She can hear him draw a sharp, deep, breath. She pulls back, almost releasing him as he does his best to stifle a moan. His enjoyment spurs her on and she runs her tongue around the head, letting it flicker over the "eye." Then she takes all of him into her mouth and starts to suck...hard...and fast. His hips begin to rock back and forth, then he realizes people are watching. It takes Herculean self-control, but he stops moving and gives up control to her. She loves the idea that he can't react while she's doing all she can to drive him crazy. She continues what she's doing, her head bobbing very fast now. She can feel his shaft engorge and she knows he's near the point of no return. She quickens her pace just a little and suddenly he explodes in her mouth. She gulps spurt after spurt until he has no more to give. She manages to swallow it all, except for just a little that dribbles out of the corner of her mouth. She reluctantly releases him, and giving his gradually softening cock a few licks to clean it off a bit, she tucks his tired soldier back in his pants and zips them back up.

Then she crawls nonchalantly back up into her seat, places her dropped silverware on the table, and taking a napkin, wipes the corners of her mouth. She smiles at him and asks "Now, where were we before I "dropped" my silverware?"

He smiles at her, leans over and whispers in her ear, "You are going to pay for that! I'll get you later!" Then he takes her by the hand and leads her to the dance floor.

The small orchestra is playing romantic dance music. He pulls her into his arms and they begin to sway with the music. When he puts his arm around her back to hold her close he can't feel a bra under her dress. He pulls back just a little and looks at her with a naughty gleam in his eyes, "No bra, either?" She giggles and says nothing. He already knows she's naked from the waist down, but now he knows the only article of clothing she has on is her dress.

As they dance he pulls her close. She feels his hand slide down her back, over her lush bottom. The discovery that she is completely naked under her flimsy dress excites him tremendously. He pulls her even closer and feels her full breasts and hard pressing against his chest. She looks up at him as he leans forward and lightly kisses her on the lips. Soon he kisses her more forcibly, her sweet lips parting to allow his tongue to more deeply explore her mouth.

She can't help but feel his cock pressing against her soft stomach. She returns his kiss, pressing herself against him, letting him know that soon she'll be naked in his arms. Soon she will willingly open herself to him. Soon she'll welcome his kisses and caresses all over her naked body. Soon she'll eagerly welcome his hard shaft deep inside her and drench it with her excitement. As they leave the dance floor she walks in front of him to prevent the other dancers and diners from seeing his arousal. It's the least she can do, since she's the cause of the bulge in his pants.

When they get back to their booth he sits closer to her as they talk quietly and finish their drinks. She smiles at him again and he takes it as a sign of consent as he once again slowly runs his hand up under her dress, hoping no one is watching. She willingly parts her legs as she feels his hand again moving up the inside of her bare thigh. She doesn't object as his hand moves high enough to feel her ample belly resting on her lap. He finds this feature of her body very exciting although she would happily be much less "bountiful." She still doesn't object as he again slips his hand down and lightly caresses the very swollen and very wet lips of her pussy.

He slowly removes his hand for fear others may see them. But as they look at each other in the candlelight he lifts his wet hand to his lips to taste her wetness. That very silent, but oh, so erotic gesture tells her that very soon his hand will be replaced by his lips, hoping to lose himself between her more-than-willing thighs.

They dance again and again, returning to their booth each time to repeat their special, private pleasures. After a time, as they dance again, he whispers to her, "I can smell the beautiful fragrance of your excitement, my Love! I can feel a dampness on the back of your dress from you being so aroused." At that point she's very grateful it's dark in the room so it won't be noticed by others.

Unable to contain her desire any longer, she kisses him and whispers in his ear, "Sweetheart, please let's go, now! I need to be with you. I need to be naked and share my love with you."

She doesn't have to ask him twice. They quickly leave the restaurant and hurry to the car. As soon as they both are inside they embrace and kiss like two silly teenagers on their first date. As he pulls away from the curb she smiles at him mischievously. He looks down quickly only to see her pulling her dress up to her waist, completely exposing her ample stomach and naked thighs. She spreads her legs wide and as he looks back and forth from her to the windshield and back again he sees her push her hand between her legs. It's very difficult for him to concentrate on driving when he hears the sound of her fingers moving in and out of her very wet snatch. The car is soon filled with the smell of her sex. As he speeds up, to get to the hotel room he has secretly reserved for them, he looks over and sees that she's taken her hand from between her legs and it's soaked with her own juices. She leans over to him and very slowly runs her hand over his lips, covering them with her wetness. Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he grasps her hand, holds it to his lips and eagerly licks it dry. This only gets him more excited than he already is, if that's possible.

At long last they arrive at the quaint, out-of-the-way motel. It's a motel seemingly built with lovers in mind. There are no rooms, as such. There are small, cozy individual cabins. Each one has a fireplace, that the manager, ever the romantic, lights just in time for each party's reservation. The bed is right in front of the fireplace. What more can a couple in love ask for? They pull in to the drive, he goes in to register and pay for the cabin and then drives to their designated cabin and parks directly in front of it. When they get out of the car they almost run to the door. He fumbles with the key and finally gets the door open. They rush inside and shut the door quickly behind themselves. They're both so excited and overwhelmed with their desire they strip their clothes off as soon as they get inside.

She stands in front of him, her Reubenesque body completely exposed to him. He pulls her against his own naked body and kisses her passionately. As their tongues entwine, she can feel his hard cock pressing against her belly and he feels her skin getting wet from the steady ooze of pre-cum dripping from it.

He quickly guides her and sits her down on the edge of the bed, then kneels between her wide-spread thighs. He lets his kisses travel down across her chest, as he carefully caresses each of her large breasts and draws their rigid nipples into his mouth. He still has the taste of her pussy from her fingertips in his mouth, and the hardness of her nipples arouses him so much that he rises up for a moment and guides his hard, wet, shaft deep inside her. She's so wet that this presents no difficulty as he savors the feeling of her hot pussy surrounding his rock hard cock.

Leaning forward again, he takes one of her nipples in his mouth as she feels his shaft sliding in and out of her. He then slowly withdraws himself from her warmth and begins to kiss and trace his tongue down across her comfortable belly. At long last he positions his face between her wide open thighs and sees her beautiful, wet pussy glistening before his hungry eyes.

First he gently kisses the insides of her thighs as he moves toward the object of his desire. As his face moves closer he can see that her outer lips are swollen and wet with excitement. At first he just runs his tongue lightly across their surface, then he pushes it in deeply...but only for a brief moment. He then caresses her engorged clit with just the tip of his tongue before moving back to the two wet protruding lips. He does this again and again and again! Her body begins to tremble with excitement and he presses his face forward, feeling her most intimate flesh pressing against his cheeks. His tongue seeks out her clit again and begins to swirl it around and around and over and over the small knob. She hears his muffled voice begging "Cum to me, baby!!" He begs over and over again as his tongue plays against her ripe flesh.

At long last she can resist no longer and he feels her body tremble and feels her pushing herself against his eager mouth. He hears her moan and feels and tastes the rush of her hot juices filling his mouth, running down his chin, and soaking the thick thatch of hair oh his chest.

He slowly tears himself from between her legs, his face and chest drenched with the evidence of her passion. He gently lays her back, straddling her and guides his hard cock deep inside her again. He leans down and kisses her, sharing her own wetness with her for the first time.

As their mouths and tongues engulf each other, she feels his cock deep inside her, slowly pushing inward, then outward. She hopes he can feel her outer muscles gripping his hard shaft, drawing it in deeper and deeper inside her. He can feel his hard knob pressing deep, into her very depths, surrounded by her womanhood.

They continue to kiss as his hands caress her body. He feels her hips pushing up to meet each of his deep thrusts. She moans softly each time the head of his cock reaches it's deepest penetration, while feeling his balls pressing against her ass. They both savor the pleasure as they feel his shaft slowly pulling out, her hot moist inner flesh clinging to it as it pulls away. His cock slips out of her slit and he grasps it, running it's wet tip up and down her swollen crack, finally letting it caress her hard clit, rubbing it over the little knob. He squeezes out long wet drops of his seed to lubricate her more and slowly drives himself back into her deeper and deeper until he can go no further, then slowly pulls back and thrusts in again and again and again.

Her passion grows and grows. He looks into her deep blue eyes...they say to him "Yes...YES!!" They know they are together as he increases his thrusts faster and faster, pushing his manhood in and out of her! He looks into her passion-filled face, feels the tightening around his shaft. She can't help herself and begins moaning louder and louder, her full hips pushing against him, drawing him deeper and deeper inside her.

She cries out, "OHHHHHH GODDDDD!!!!" and he feels her body shudder. She is suspended in time and space as her orgasm rages through her. She can feel the rising tide within him, feels it racing down his cock as he pushes deeper. Suddenly he stops thrusting, she feels his hot love juice flowing out of him, filling her with his very essence.

He can see by the expression in her eyes that she feels his hot wetness filling her. He can also see in her eyes that she welcomes his gift to her. They are totally connected...bodies, minds, and souls in the most special of ways. Neither of them want to break that special connection. They fall asleep in each other's arms, still joined in their lovers embrace.

STORY: WATCHING HER

It was one of my late nights, but this night I was able to get done earlier than usual. I was used to the fact that you were often in bed and mostly asleep by the time I got home, and I had more energy than usual, getting home an hour early. I put my things down and walked quietly up the stairs. Reaching the top, I noticed that there was light in the bedroom and I smiled. We would definitely have time together.

Then I heard the sounds, a soft moaning and the bed rhythmically rocking. I moved up more stealthily and looked through the crack in the door. There you were, laying on the bed, your knees drawn up and apart. Your head was tilted back in a gaping gasp. I saw your hand between your legs, pumping back and forth. I didn't need to see the vibe because I could hear its hum get louder and softer as it thrust in and out. Putting my hand on the door, I pushed it open and stepped in.

You gasped and clamped your legs closed, the vibe still thrust deep inside you. I could see your whole complexion turn bright red as you lay speechless. When you moved your legs slightly apart to extract the vibe, I moved forward.

"Honey, I am sorry," you began apologetically stammering, "sometimes I can't wait.. I don't want you to thinking your..."

"Shhhhhh, baby, shhhhhhh," I said, quickly moving to sit on the bed and stop your hand from extracting the still humming vibe.

"Don't stop." I whispered, smiling...

At first a quizzical look, then, when my hand began to grind the vibe in a slow pump, your eyes half closed to that sweet glassy sensuous look and you lay back. I nudged your legs apart again and looked lustfully between them. You began pumping the vibe again as I bent down and gave you a sensuous kiss on the lips. Your moan vibrated deep down my throat and I felt you pump faster. Then I slipped my mouth down to take a nipple deep in my mouth, and suck hard... Your moan was deep and full, but still luscious and sweet.

I only sucked briefly because I wanted to see that vibe driving in and out of that wet pussy of yours. Also, I was feeling uncomfortable in my dress clothes.

"I want to watch you do yourself... again."

You look at me again quizzically.

"I was watching you in the shower the other day. God, did you turn me on."

I move to the end of the bed, to get a perfect view between your legs and so you could watch me undressing as I watch you please yourself. I pulled off my tie as you began pumping it long, letting me see it move in and out of your pussy. You start pinching and twisting your nipple as I unbutton my shirt, my eyes roaming all over your body.

"Your eyes just burn my whole body, baby," you moan as your body begins writhing more quickly. As I slide my shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, you move your other hand from your breast, down your belly, to your groin.. you let two fingers spread your hood, and I watch, with deepening breath...as your finger rubs the engorged little nub as the vibe continues to slide, glistening, in and out of the red, wet hole I am aching so badly for.

"Baby, that bulge is going to split those pants open... get them off.. I need to see you."

I unfasten the belt as you smile and work the dildo even faster. My pants slide to the floor and I step out of them. My cock presses on its own out the flap of my boxers, which are now wet with precum. You gasp and give a long purr as I slide the boxers down.

"Play with it, baby... pleeease" you purr as you rhythmically work between your legs.

I grasp my cock at the base as you gasp, Yesss. I begin slowly pumping it and you match my rhythm, your eyes riveted to it, your mouth agape. I crawl on my knees on the bed, putting my hand on top of yours, the one working the vibe. You grasp it and put it around the humming plastic as you reach out to hold my cock. I begin pumping it slowly as you do the same to my shaft. You are squealing in a few minutes, pulling hard at my shaft as I thrust the vibe in and out of you.

Then I feel you pulling me forward. I look in your eyes as your mouth is open, wanting. I know what you want and turn around to straddle your face. As I feel your tongue swirl over the head, I push the vibe down, lower my head, and lick your hard clit. I feel a squeal as you just thrust your mouth up and take my cock deep into your throat.

We are pumping furiously when I hear you gasp, let my cock out of your mouth and call out..."Baby.. I am going to cum!!!"

With that, I pull the vibe out and move off your face..turning and taking your legs and lifting...in one swift thrust I get deep inside you and begin pistoning hard and fast... We are both pounding as we just wrench screams from our throats, both arch our backs, press into each other and climax wildly...

STORY: SWEET REMEMBRANCE OF YOU

It's late at night and I have another bad case of insomnia. Writing my thoughts down in the middle of the night seems to pass the time. Lately I spend a lot of time at my desk writing about you. It's a secret pleasure that seems to assuage the inner yearnings I have for you darling. You are on the road a lot and in the early stages of our relationship it was fine. We were just getting to know each other and your frequent trips gave us each a respite. It gave us time to contemplate whether this was real or just a fantasy we had built up in our heads. I liked the idea that we went slow; that we didn't fall into bed right away. No; we took our time and became friends first; lovers was to come later. 

At first it was just a feeling out period; almost a twenty question type of thing. Getting to really know each other was paramount to each of us. We had both had bad love affairs and suffice to say we were both a little gun-shy. Our dates would probably be deemed boring by the society standards of today. The long walks in the snow while we hold hands; sharing a popcorn at a movie; nights spent talking quietly on the sofa. Then our first kiss; a soft teaser which left my lips tingling; progressively getting more daring each day until our bodies were on fire. But still I held back. Was it last minute jitters on my part? On your part? Who knows? 

That night; the first night we made love; somehow we both knew the time was right. We had reservations at a restaurant here; great ambiance; wonderful food. During the winter months the huge stone fireplace is burning and it's lit only by candles. I called Patrick; the owner/waiter and asked for that corner table by the windows. Yes; I knew they had tables by the fireplace; but we wanted this table. We wanted to be alone; alone in a room full of people. Dining there is a treat anytime but that night the food was secondary; that night was a special night. 

The corner table was perfect; flickering candlelight and the pleasing sound of soft voices around us. The first course came; soup and warm rolls and as we ate we moved our chairs closer together. I felt your hand on my leg as it lightly squeezed just above the knee and slowly moved up. My heart skipped a beat and then began to pound. Patrick returned with the salads and we hardly noticed him as you filled my glass once more. I can still remember the heady taste of the wine on my lips. Eating can be very erotic and I felt myself being drawn into your web but I didn't complain ...far from it. Everything we had said or did before had been leading up to this night. I found myself getting bolder; a combination of the wine and you; they had both done a number on me. During the main course I found myself becoming more aggressive. I needed to touch you and now it was my turn to let my hand move on your leg. 

As my hand moved up ever closer to your crotch; I saw you look around the room. No one was interested in us and you relaxed; well no you tensed as my hand brushed the length of your zipper. I felt you twitch and I pressed my palm against you; feeling you grow under my hand. You whispered my name; softly but with a wealth of feeling. I had waited so long to feel your cock in my hand; I had dreamed of it. My dreams would be fulfilled later but at that time I was content to eat and caress; to play out the torment a little longer. During coffee and dessert I got a little impatient; but the soft rasp of your zipper is only heard by us and underneath the long white tablecloth my hand covered your cock. It was a little awkward but I giggled softly as you reached under the table and freed yourself. Our chairs were close now and I fisted your cock and moved my hand slowly. Our breathing was heavy and I watched as your eyes grew darker. I smiled knowingly as your hand shook while you drank your coffee. 

I can't begin to tell you how I was feeling at that point. You're the man I love and I had your cock; the core of your masculinity in my hand. There was so much I wanted to do but Patrick came and I sat back with an innocent smile as you paid the check. While we waited for his return I held your cock once more and pulled back the tablecloth so we could watch my hand as I gently stroked. The head was exposed; and I wanted to run my tongue over it but that had to wait as you zipped up and we left quickly. Outside the air was crisp and cold and the snow crunched under our feet. The parking lot was dark and quiet; and as we waited for the car to warm up you pulled me close. Your kiss was fierce; we were both on fire in that cold car and just wanted to get back to your hotel. Your hand covered my crotch and cupped my pussy. Could you feel the heat even through my slacks? I Know that I only wanted to get to the room where we could finally explore each other.

As soon as the door to the room closed; we were undressing. This time the kisses seemed to go on and on as we moved to the bed. Shoes and socks went first and soon you were on your back. The light was low and you watched lazily as I pulled my sweater over my head and straddled you. Your hands were quick and cupped my breasts in the bra; gently squeezing. My nipples jutted against the fabric and you unclipped my bra and let them fall into your hands. Remember my soft moan as I leaned forward and let you taste? Your tongue was never still and I sighed as you sucked softly on one then the other. It was way too soon darling and I backed off. If you remember I had your cock in my hand earlier and I wanted to finish what I had started. Sitting back I moved off you; unsnapped my slacks and removed them slowly. I smiled as you hurriedly pulled off your shirt and unbuckled your pants. I took my time pulling your pants over your hips and down your legs; savoring every moment. I could see your erection pressing against the fabric of your shorts but first I needed to touch your body. I wanted to taste your skin; smell it; feel it against my mouth. My hands roamed over your chest as my tits pressed on your cock and I could feel you throbbing. 

I could take no more and with a quick tug your shorts were gone and you lay under me; naked. In my wildest dreams I never could imagine you would have this affect on me. My heart was almost bursting with my love for you and I caressed your cock once more. But now there was no table; no prying eyes; no Patrick. It was you and I and all I could think of was your cock in my mouth. Was I wanton? You bet I was and I still am when it comes to you. I moved down between your legs and laid my face over your cock, no movement just my warm breath on your hardness. Holding you up, I looked up at you. What I sight I must have been with my face pressed to your cock! My chin rested softly on your balls and my eyes locked on yours. With my lower lip I ran it up the shaft; letting the friction pull on the soft skin before releasing it. I wanted to see your face my love. I wanted to savor your cock; to worship it but first I wanted to feel it in my mouth. Hovering over the head I looked in your eyes as I started to swallow it inch by inch. The taste, the feel incited me and I pushed harder; twisting and lifting; moving lower until you hit the back of my throat. Did it excite you to see your cock deep in my mouth? Can you still feel the soft hum in my throat that vibrated ever so slightly over your shaft? Can you still feel my tits on your thighs? My hair on your balls? 

My hands encircled your cock; then moved palms down around the shaft as I lifted my head slowly. My mouth drew on your shaft; tugging and pulling as I rose until I almost lost you. The trip back down was as agonizingly slow as the one up and I felt you tremble. I could do this seemingly forever; a slow mouth fucking that puts you under my power. Each trip up I let the flat of my tongue trail up your cock; its rough surface tracing the veins of your shaft. With each pass I heard your breathing becoming more labored. I decided to add more the next trip up and as I reached the top I let my tongue circle the head before I went back down. I know it pleased you because your groan seemed to fill the small room. I heard you whisper my name and I knew you wanted me to step it up; you ached for more. 

With a smile I lifted my head more and begin to pump faster; not too fast; just fast enough for you to see your cock disappear between my lips every couple of seconds. Your cock was wet with my saliva now; almost as wet as my pussy and I felt the tenseness in your thighs. I wanted to prolong this as long as I could so I let you pop out of my mouth and held you in my fist. Moving up beside you I laid my head against yours and we watched together as I used my hand. Oh sweetheart; the feeling I got as I felt your hardness in my hand. Squeezing and moving my hand the length of your cock made me moan along with you. I found myself thinking ahead; thinking to when you would drive it deep inside me and truly make me yours. I was thinking of my pussy molded to its hard length; my clit riding the shaft. 

When I felt you beginning to quiver I moved back down between your legs and used both hands to jerk your shaft in an almost leisurely fashion. My panties were soaked now; my god how I wanted you! I licked my lips; I wanted to taste your cum. I never understood women who won't swallow their man; I love you and it is a part of you I want to experience. You were starting to twitch and I wanted to bring you to the heights before taking you over the other side. I began to lick you; to lick every inch of your cock and balls. My tongue made forays over the head; circled the shaft; teased the ridge on the underside; pressed into the tiny hole at the tip. Did you know there is a difference between a lap and a lick? Well there is as far as I'm concerned. A lap infers a long pass while a lick is a flicking motion. Neither is better; both are good and I employed them both. 

Now it was time baby; time to show you how much I love you. One last pass and my mouth was back on your cock; sliding lower and lower. My lips were a tight vacuum and I waited a second after I had your full length. Starting softly I sucked as my hand kneaded your balls; using a series of short stabbing motions with my mouth close to the base. My head bobbed faster; my lips pressed tighter and your hips began to lift. Remember me moaning as I pushed harder and faster and I felt you start to shake? I knew your balls were tightening; knew you were ready for me. My hand gripped the base of your shaft and I moved higher as I started to suck faster; letting my head move and thrust in longer strokes. My hand pumped furiously as my mouth pulled; my tongue danced and I heard you yell my name. I tasted your cum as it hit the back of my throat and I swallowed instinctively as each new burst erupted from you. Your groans inspired me; the look on your face excited me and I reveled in what I can do to you. Your body was at a fever pitch and as it reached its peak I pulled back to let the last drops coat my lips. I wanted you to see me lick your essence; I wanted to taste the fruits of my labors. I'm not sure at that moment if I was exhausted or just exultant. I think a little of both and as your groans turn to sighs I rested my head on your thigh and whispered, "I love you." 

My eyes were closed; the feelings coursing through my body at that moment were overwhelming me. The gentle touch of your hand on my head brought me back and I looked up at you. Your eyes; did I ever mention I could drown in their depths? As you pulled me into your arms I felt complete for the first time in my life. This was what I had longed for; had dreamed of seemingly forever. Your soft kisses gradually became more heated and I found myself arching against you. My body was on fire; your nearness had me squirming under you and as your mouth trailed over my breasts I found myself whimpering in anticipation for what was to come. My panties were the only obstacle now and you peeled them from my body. You murmured something so low I couldn't hear it but the tone of your voice and the look in your eyes made me blush. 

Your hands followed the curves of my hips and lingered on my ass as you lifted me and kissed my mound; your eyes were burning with such passion. The moment was so erotic it took my breath away. You used your thumbs to spread my lips and I gasped as you tasted me for the first time. Your tongue seemed to float on my clit; it was there but so gently did it touch that the light contact only fueled the flames of my passion. The pressure of your tongue became stronger with each trip you made around my clit. I heard myself begging; and my hips bucked as you pressed down on my clit. The vibrations of your tongue were intense and my hands gripped the sheets as you began an all out invasion on my pussy. I felt my orgasm rising as you shook your head side to side and your lips pulled on my clit. My breathing was labored; the sounds I made in the back of my throat were escalating and explosion was imminent. Your hands pulled me close and you found my entrance as you drove your tongue in and out. With each thrust your nose rubbed on my clit; pushing and releasing until I could take no more. My orgasm was an exquisite release; my whole being was concentrated on the pleasure you were giving me. The spasms ripped through my body and I moaned as your tongue flicked my already sensitive clit. My body relaxed as the waves receded and as I opened my eyes your mouth covered mine. 

Our bodies were pressed together now and I thrust my hips up to rub my pussy on your cock. I wanted you inside me and my legs opened wide to receive you. I shook my head no as you sat up; then shivered in anticipation as you put a pillow under my ass. One leg was on your shoulder while the other lay on the bed. Taking your cock you ran it up my pussy; letting it penetrate the lips. With my ass in the air I could see everything you were doing with your cock. By now I was almost wild with need and found myself begging to be taken. You were as ready as I and we both moaned as your cock head pressed its way into me. With each thrust you buried yourself deeper in me; pushing, drawing back, pushing back in until I felt your balls on my ass. As you reared back I lifted my hips to take your first thrust. A thrust that drove your cock so deep that I cried out in pleasure as you initiated a slow, steady fuck. Our bodies met and melded; we were one at that moment. Your hands were holding my legs open and you leaned forward and began to push your cock in and out of me. Our bodies slapped together; the bed hit the wall in a slow rhythm which was incredibly erotic. My orgasm came suddenly and ripped through my body causing me to scream out your name. My pussy muscles clenched around your shaft and my clit throbbed wildly as I came on your cock. 

Pulling you down on top of me; I fused my mouth to yours as our bodies throbbed against each other. I wanted you close to me baby; so close that I could feel your heart beating madly along with mine. It seemed an eternity until you moved; my muscles held your cock tightly as they tightened and released. Gradually you began to grind in circular motions causing me to cry out and dig my nails in your back. Your hot breath on my ear and whispered words of love fueled my desires and I found myself becoming impatient. Your thrusts started slowly; then gradually became faster as you moved in a dizzying pace. Our legs were entwined; my hands were on your ass pulling you deep and our eyes were glued on each other. The small whimper that originated in my throat turned to a whine and my head went back as my body began to jerk wildly. That first mutual orgasm is now burned into my memory. Your body stiffened and my name was on your lips as you flooded my body with yours. The climax had come and it was more than I could have ever dreamed about; almost bigger than both of us. Quick thrusts became slow strokes as we milked the moment; each wanting to prolong the encounter. 

I hope you remember the afterglow as well as I do. Lying in each others arms; our soft murmurs of love. My head on your chest as we basked in a feeling so intense; so perfect. Each time we have made love afterwards it has only gotten better but I always seem to go back to our first time. That night we reached the summit and we have yet to descend. We can only improve my love; of this I'm sure. My insomnia still lingers but I smile as I step out onto the deck and look out into the black night. Memories of you tend to bring this crazy world into focus; to give a new meaning to my life. Sleep well my darling and know that you are loved.

STORY: REQUIEM

Beneath the requiem lies eloquent verses; its tenants transgress while in mourning. Yet bequeathed of its passerby’s there are dormant cries that echo. I am there among them. 

We envision plains and grains of gold dancing westward into the receiving winds. We can hear thunder of past and present as they come together in a splendid display of courage and contradiction. Of these people’s misgivings- the forthcoming events surpassed the very foundation of their imaginations. And to this day we cannot look passed yesterday’s festering lesions to find our way to tomorrow. 

I have taken many appropriate steps to confuse what is right and what is wrong. These harbored thoughts are what bring me to this place. My shallow intellect is bounded with crazed lunatics that seem to know my name wherever I go. And there are misguided factions bartering for my insanity; they somehow embrace me as one of their own. 

And contained within the very essence of her being were constellations of stars that glimmer and hold me enslaved to their passion. I see them when I awake in the morning and I clamor to them without question or hesitation in the eve.

And within her there are prepubescent ideals that shriek innocence. Yet they swell within her womb and breed maturity, intelligence and pride. Her brood manufactures hurtful truths, yet waning is my belief that they are not real or they will one-day fall wayside.

Ode to the sharp cinnamon-apple taste of her skin that lingered forever and fatefully on the tip of my tongue. It began with the mere mention of sex and its aroma wafted fruitfully toward my inflamed nostrils until it ripened and pierced my heart. 

Denying the aforementioned sentiments is an affront to the words destiny and fate. I would die, neigh give the very last beat of my heart to undo what has been done. To digress, it is electricity- one hundred million volts pounding and coursing through cold hardened veins. In its simplest forms it is raw and untreated. Yet complexity forces me into the realization that fault lies somewhere deep within mine own self.

“I love you.” I spake as I caressed her cream colored shoulder and drank in her breath. 

Her eyes closed briefly. This very action instilled upon me the truth that I have known all along. Her head dropped partially in shame, partially in a loss for words. Her rose colored cheeks faded and then her eyes opened.

Upon the edge of the woodlands we gathered imagining shaped clouds of colorless folds- unbounded in riches and unfettered by ideas. My beloved looked at me and then quickly looked away. I could hear her breathe; I could see her heartbeat.

“We believe what we want to believe.” She whispered softly before she blanketed herself. “I think you have always known that.”

Several years collected in memory- where delusions rise to the surface and hold me condemned to die by my own thoughts, my own feelings, my love. I still remember those words as if they were being spoken at this very moment through her raspberry pouted lips. “I think you have always known that.”

I have.

Even now there are doubts hanging, lingering as if I had not put my entire existence into her happiness. Begrudged heart separated from how it all began. I slowly came to the realization that it was out of my hands.

“I do love you.” I reiterated my stance.

To be shunned and castrated from your life-love demanded more than just soft words and idle threats. Yet I still cling to inane attempts at saving face or dreams “I love you,”- how foolish that must sound to the strong and the bold. “I love you,”- yes goddamn you, I wish I had never spoken those words.

I found myself smiling with embarrassment and humiliation. Yet I still dream- even now- there are no escapes from my prison. I am forced to move forward and never, ever look back. 

For my passions are not lighthearted in nature, neither are they lacking in enthusiasm. And for those of you that dismiss my endeavors with not so much as an acknowledgement, I say to you, we are of one body and one soul bounded throughout eternity. I still grow tired reasoning- for we are what we are, nothing less and certainly nothing more.

We the pathetic, the loathsome that come together in a place and time that is neither recognized nor damned by God. I reach out my hand heavenward and touch his fingertips before I realize that there are only judges and sacrificial lambs brought to slaughter.

“We believe what we want to believe.” My she said, reiterating her position.

O’er the lands scope and horizons there were tall foliage scraping past the plains of grain and gold. They danced together in unison as if they were claiming the universe as their own. Beseeched of bountiful graces I am lacking in imagination, yet this plant life cursed at me as if I trespassed against it. I am a fool- I am several years less- less being, less capable, less me. The masterful willow spat at me; I knew I was defeated.

That was the very last time that I saw my beloved. Ode to the apple-cinnamon taste of her skin. Ode to what once made me complete. 

So you see… I have taken many appropriate steps to confuse what is right and what is wrong. These harbored thoughts are what bring me to this place. My shallow intellect is bounded with crazed lunatics that seem to know my name wherever I go. And there are misguided factions bartering for my insanity; they somehow embrace me as one of their own.

Dreaming these dreams of madness can be wearisome at times. My utterance of help is barely audible to the nurse as she hands me the white colored capsule. She cannot begin to comprehend what it means to be half a person- half a man. Several years forgot, still staring at these four padded walls.

I will miss you my beloved

STORY: OUR FIRST TIME

I reach down and take hold of your hand. My touch is firm and my hand is warm. I raise your hand to my lips and kiss the back of it lightly. My lips are warm and dry, and the kiss is soft and steady. I kiss the back of your hand again, close to the wrist. Your heart begins to pound as I turn your hand over and kiss your fingertips lightly. You feel your knees go weak as my lips float from your fingertips to the palm of your hand. I softly kiss the palm of your hand, letting my lips part slightly so that you can feel my warm, moist breath on your skin. Your hand wraps around my cheek while I kiss your palm.

My hands meet your hips and slowly slide around your back, pulling you softly to me. You press your body to mine as my hand glides up your back, fingertips softly sliding along your spine. My hand reaches your neck and then softly caresses your cheek, guiding your lips to mine. Your trembling lips meet mine, lightly, cautiously at first. Our kiss deepens and your body folds into mine, pressing hard against me while my arms pull you close.

Our kiss seems to last for hours, lips pressed firmly together, tongues lightly caressing each other. When we separate I look into your eyes and with a smile say, "I've been waiting so long for this my love." A smile passes your lips and you kiss me again, harder and deeper; your arms wrapped tightly around me, pulling me close. You feel one hand leave your back, and in some distant part of your mind you hear the door close; but you don't care.

Our kiss ends and our lips part and I guide you to the bed. All of the tension and nervousness you felt was burned out of you in that wonderful kiss. My hand reaches down and takes yours. You begin to smile as I kiss your lips and give you a soft smile. You lightly kiss my finger as I stroke your face tenderly. I slide my hand under your chin and lightly lift as you slowly stand up. My eyes are shinning brightly as I caress your cheek and guide your lips to mine again. We kiss softly and my hands slide down your back while your arms wrap around my shoulders. You move to press your body against mine, but I put my hands on your hips and hold you slightly away. My hands begin to caress your body along your sides, and thighs and hips. Our arms and lips the only parts touching each other. I feel your hands grasp at my back, soft clawing motions through my shirt; trying to pull me tightly against you, but letting me hold you slightly away.

My kisses move slowly away from your lips while my hands caress your sides and back. My lips move lightly along your cheek and I kiss your ear softly, letting my warm breath caress your skin between each kiss. I kiss down along your neck, while my hands move from your sides to lightly caress the side of your breasts through your dress. Your breathing grows faster as my hands slowly move to caress underneath your breasts in long sweeping motions. You feel my lips parting on your neck so you can feel the warm moisture of my mouth as I softly suck and nibble your sweet skin.

You slowly move your hips forward towards mine as my hands undo the buttons along the back of your dress. My lips find yours again as I slowly slide your dress from your shoulders. You lower your arms and let the dress slowly drop to the floor; the soft fabric sliding along your body in a long caress. I place my hands on your hips and lift you out of the discarded dress, placing you onto the bed and gently laying you on your back. My gaze follows your body as you lay on the large bed, breathing heavily in anticipation. Your hair is flowing across the bed and your lips are parted in anticipation. Your shoulders are softly rising and falling with your breath. Your breasts covered only by a white lace bra, your light nipples just showing through the cloth. Your hands rest on your stomach, framing your navel and causing my gaze to linger there. Your panties match the bra, a thin lace thong that rises high on your hips and clings tightly to your pubic mound. I can see a slight depression in the thong and I know that is what I desire more than anything, but I force myself to be patient for you. Your legs are covered in long silk stockings with a matching lace pattern at the top. They frame the curve and shape of your legs beautifully, making me desire you even more. I let my hands slide down the outside of your hips and along your legs as you release a sigh of desire. I slowly remove your shoes and let my hands caress your calves slowly. I run a finger along the bottom of one foot, your leg pulling back and a smile crossing your lips as I lightly tickle you.

You sit up and pull my face to yours, kissing me hard and deep. Your fingers quickly undo the buttons on my shirt while my hands glide along your back and shoulders. Our lips are briefly separated as you pull my shirt off, then our lips find each other again and press together as tightly as two lovers separated for an eternity. You let your fingers caress my chest, feeling the soft straight hair that grows there. Your tongue slides around mine while you hurriedly unbutton my pants and slide them off of me taking my shorts with them. I moan against your mouth as your hand caresses my hardness, softly sliding along the bottom of the shaft and lightly squeezing the head.

You stand up and push me back into a chair next to the bed. You give me a lusty smile and grab a pillow from the bed. You toss the pillow between my feet in front of me and pull your hair back as you lower your knees onto the pillow. You can see my body shudder in anticipation, my lips parted and my chest having with my breath. You slide one hand under my shaft and lightly grasp my balls, pulling them downward softly and holding them there giving them an occasional light squeeze. Your other hand slides slowly up and down my shaft, teasing and caressing it as I moan in pleasure. You see a small bead of precum form on the end of my shaft; and you lightly lick it off the slightly salty flavour teasing your tongue. My breath catches as you begin to softly kiss and suck the head of my shaft, your lips parting a little more each time to take more of it between your lips. Your hand begins to slide along my shaft in time with your lips. I feel you squeeze my balls as my shaft slides further into your mouth, your tongue making fast circles around the head each time it slides out.

"Oh My Darling!" I gasp between breaths and reach around your head to hold your hair back.

Your lips keep sliding down my shaft, taking almost all of it into your mouth. . You keep sucking harder and moving your lips up and down as you feel me try to keep from thrusting uncontrollably. I moan loudly as you give my balls a long hard squeeze and you taste my cum as it shoots into your mouth. You savour the sweet and salty flavour as you swallow, still sucking hard and sliding your mouth up and down my shaft in time to my uncontrollable thrusts. I'm moaning with each breath, muttering your name softly as I release into you. You continue to suck and lick long after I finish cumming, enjoying the flavour of my desire for you.

I reach down and pull your head up, bending over to kiss you hard. My tongue pushing deep into your mouth caressing and wrapping around yours in passionate desire. You kiss me hard back knowing that I am thanking you for the pleasure that you've given me with your mouth. I stand up pulling you with me as I kiss you long and hard, my body pressed against yours and my hands sliding along your back and pulling you hard against me. I put my hands around your waist and toss you onto the bed. You land softly with your hair spilling out behind you. I stand and look at your wonderful body as a slow smile crosses my lips. You lay on the bed, wearing just a white lace bra and panty set and a pair of silk stockings. I stand over you, my initial desire satiated but obviously wanting more. I kneel onto the bed and slowly crawl over you, my body just above yours. I kiss you deeply and press my body against yours, you can feel my shaft beginning to harden again through your lace thong and you press your hips up against mine. I let my lips caress yours and my tongue press deep into your mouth while your arms wrap around me and your hands lightly claw along my back.

I pull my lips from yours and softly kiss your chin. I slowly move my kisses down your chin and along your throat, gently sucking and nipping at your skin. I sit up on my knees and slowly slide my hands along your shoulders and neck. You take one of my hands and softly kiss my fingers, then slide one of them into your mouth and suck on it while sliding your tongue around in slow circles. You smile as I lightly groan and press my hard shaft against your moist panties.

I take my hand from your mouth and let my fingertips glide around the curve of your breasts. I lower myself and softly kiss between your breasts, while my hands caress the gently curve on the outside of your breasts. I softly kiss your breasts through your bra, so softly you can hardly feel it. I let my lips enjoy the feeling of the soft lace and the subtle resistance of the flesh behind it. I kiss around the areola of each breast, watching, as your nipples grow hard and strain against the lace of your bra. I trace my fingers along the edge of your bra, pulling it slightly away from your breasts then letting it fall back into place. You moan at the tease and push your hips against mine letting me know that you want more.

I slide my hands under your bra, cupping your breasts inside the lace. I slowly slide the bra down off of your breasts and let the lace gather underneath. I trace my fingers along the edge of your areola occasionally letting a finger caress your hard nipples. I softly lift you from the bed and slide one hand under your back. With a quick motion of my fingers the bra clasp is undone and I slowly slide the straps off your shoulders and along your arms.

I lean down and softly kiss your breasts with long lingering kisses, letting my lips open to lightly suck at the skin of your breasts. I slowly work my way toward the nipple of your breast, making circles that grow gradually smaller; moving back and forth between each breast. My hands caress first your breasts, then your sides and hips and back to your breasts. Softly caressing your skin with my fingertips. My lips finally reach your nipple, and as I suck, and lick and kiss one my hand is lightly squeezing and caressing the other. You hands grab the back of my head and guide my lips to your other nipple. I change hands and softly tease the first while my tongue makes small circles around the tip of the other.

You moan and press your hips hard against mine, my shaft pressing hard against your covered cunt. I can feel how wet you've become through the panties and my lips leave your breasts to kiss you deeply. I let the kiss linger as I press my body hard against yours. You can feel my shaft straining against the lace that covers your desire. I press hard against your panties for a moment more as you strain to get me into you even through the lace. I slowly pull away from you and a soft disappointed moan escapes from your lips. I smile softly at you and begin to kiss slowly down your chest, between your breasts and along your stomach. I linger a moment at your naval, letting my tongue make small circles around and inside it as your hands grasp my hair and try to hurry me.

My hands slide down your sides and onto your hips, pushing their way under the lace of your panties. I sit back and slowly slide the panties down your legs while pushing your legs together and up above your body. My hands slowly slide the panties along your thighs and past your calves. You can feel the moisture from the panties along your legs through the stockings as I slide them off of you. I hold your legs together above you with one hand while the other finally slides the panties all the way off. Still holding your legs I softly caress the back of your legs through the stockings. I stroke slowly along each calf, lightly along the back of your knee and gently along the back of your thighs. You take a shuddering breath as I let my finger lightly caress between your legs along your mound. I lower your legs and slowly push my hands up them, guiding them apart. I sit back and look at your beautiful mound, newly shaved and more desirable than anything I've ever seen. I slowly lean forward and make my way up your legs, kissing each of them quickly in my hurry to taste your sweet cunt.

You feel my lips softly kiss along your mound while my hands push your legs wide. Then I reach around to grab onto your hips. I kiss along the centre of your cunt and then softly kiss your clit as a shudder goes through your body. Your hands go to the back of my head, grabbing my hair and holding tight. You feel me shudder in anticipation as my tongue slides up along your sweet slit and you hear me moan as your taste hits my tongue. It's obvious that I've used all my patience when my tongue rapidly moves up and down your clit; one arm wrapped around your thigh to let my fingers rapidly massage your clit. You push my head hard down onto your cunt as your legs wrap around my head tightly. One hand pulls up fully exposing your clit while my tongue makes small quick circles around it; the other moves around and you feel my fingers slide along your wet slit.

I tightly squeeze my lips around your clit and begin to rhythmically suck while my tongue makes quick flicking motions across it. You feel my fingers push into you as deep as they can go; you push your hips against my hand while thrusting my face hard into your crotch, legs wrapping more tightly around my head. You can hear me moan in pleasure each time you force my head down, and your own moans are growing louder as the pleasure grows greater and greater. You thrust your hips hard against my face as you grow closer to cumming, my tongue moving faster around your clit. My fingers are sliding in and out of you each time you thrust your hips, and I'm sucking and licking your clit so hard it's almost painful.

You scream my name when you finally cum. You can feel my lips sucking hard at your clit while my tongue circles it rapidly. My fingers are pushing deep into you causing you to cum harder each time you feel them slam into your cunt. You push my head hard into your crotch, thinking that maybe if you got it inside of you then the orgasm would never end. You cum over and over as my fingers and mouth work on your cunt and clit. You need to have something more than fingers in you. You need my shaft in you now.

"I want you in me!" you moan; but I shake my head causing another chain of orgasms as I lick and suck your cunt. Your hands tighten on my hair as you thrust harder against me.

"Damn you! Fuck me," you scream as you cum over and over, each orgasm stronger than the last. You can feel every little motion of my tongue and hands and each one starts you cumming all over again.

"Please Fuck Me!," you moan, begging me for what you need more than anything while trying to pull me on top of you. My hands grab tightly onto your hips and I bury my face even deeper in you, kissing and sucking and licking while your orgasms grow closer and closer together. You're cumming so fast it's more than one long orgasm, its several orgasms at once. Each one coming sooner than the last orgasm ended. My lips and tongue seem to find every little place that brings you pleasure and do exactly what is needed to bring you to another climax. Your moans have become screams, and your screams are animalistic and wild.

You feel like you have to have my shaft in you now or you're going to die! You grab hard onto my hair and pull me on top of you with a burst of strength brought on by desire and desperation. You thrust your hips against mine; not even caring if my shaft is in you or not, the uncontrollable desire to grind against me overcoming any control you may have had.

My lips find yours and I push my tongue hard into your mouth as my shaft slides into you. You start to cum as soon as it enters you and you kiss me back as hard as you can. Your arms and legs wrap around me while your hips grind against me harder than you ever thought you could. You feel me slam into you in time with your thrusts; both of us moaning and grunting into each other's mouth as our kiss grows rougher. You break our kiss to scream as you reach a climax that you would have never though possible and you feel my teeth pull on your bottom lip, biting hard and letting you know I want your tongue back. You scrape your nails hard along my back as I thrust hard into you. I moan in pain and pleasure and sit up hard, forcing myself even deeper into you. I grab your shoulders and push you hard into the bed as I begin to thrust uncontrollably into you. You keep pushing yourself up against me as hard and as fast as you can, feeling another orgasm begin with each thrush. I thrust hard against you and you can feel my shaft push deep inside you as I cum. Each burst causing me to moan loudly with the pleasure of release. You push yourself against me feeling each spurt shoot deep inside you, screaming as you cum over and over. Finally I collapse next to you, my flaccid member sliding out of you bringing one last small orgasm as it leaves.

We lay next to each other panting and trying to catch our breaths. After a few minutes I turn on my side and let one hand slowly caress along your stomach and breasts. You turn to face me and I kiss you softly on the lips, letting the kiss linger while I gently caress your hips. When we break our kiss I move my head down to softly kiss your earlobe and softly whisper, "Are you ready to do it all again?"

STORY: A KISS OF A ROSE............

Clothed in only the moonlight streaming through her window, Shelli drowsily rolls over onto her belly, nestling pillows beneath her. The breeze that caresses her flutters through the curtains above the bed like a lover's whisper and carries faintly a hint of the fragrances from the flowers in full bloom, the rose garden that is her pride and joy, even a monument to a joy once shared.

There is a pleasant ache that suffuses her body. She had begun at dawn and worked until evening glimmered along the horizon in her rose garden. It is in many ways a delicious sensation of muscles stretched and used after too long a time of indifference. Indeed, if but for a moment, this pleasing pain distracts her from the deeper ache in her heart, the echo of emptiness left by the recent death of her husband.

In the hinterland of consciousness, gliding between reality and dreams, Shelli wonders why the fragrance of the roses is suddenly stronger. A faint, preternatural stirring of the baby fine hairs at the back of her neck causes Shelli to stretch, though languidly, the muscles of her back and legs a slow ripple.

She senses...what? It is as if someone is in the room with her, and yet, there is no fear, even at the soft stirring of her hair being brushed aside.

~I'm~ dreaming, she tells herself as the scent of rose grows stronger, and a gentle touch too smooth for human finger, softly grazes the back of her neck. It is cool, silken moving unhurriedly along her shoulders.

'...dreaming...,' she sighs, as a long, slow glide along her spine strokes, seems to stoke embers within her.

Dreaming or not, Shelli finds herself reluctant to move, to disturb this flowing caress that touches her without ceasing. So light it is, she wonders why it does not tickle, rather it leaves faint trails along her body as if of meteors, bright and warm, as it journeys along her sides and over her buttocks, down her legs and back again, faintly brushing between her thighs.

Shelli sighs, and rolls over. Suddenly, the sense of another presence in the room is far more palpable. Yet, her eyelids are so heavy, it is all she can do to barely open them...watch a shadow within shadows hovering above her. Alarms go off in her head, yet they are distant and fade quickly. It is far easier to believe she is dreaming, and perhaps she is, though the dream has a
sweet voice that whispers to her as she feels that maybe a butterfly has landed upon her cheek. It is a voice at once familiar and strange, one she tries to hear by straining to move deeper into sleep.

"As I upon my travels here passed this proud rose, it called to me," she hears. "Look, it said, look at me...nature's penultimate beauty. How can you resist my siren call? I but shook my head and smiled. Rose, I said to it, while you are quite lovely, there is one lovelier still who awaits me...and though in your company would I gladly spend time, yet must I be about my way to where she lays."

Shelli feels the rose, for now she knows what it is, kiss her throat and move slowly between her breasts, tenderly circling each one in a slow figure eight back and forth. Tension is now flowing into her, but such a sweet tightness she casts away thought for sensation and the words that whisper in the dark to her and her alone.

"Ha, the rose did say in scorn, how could anything of earth compare to ME? I smiled again and told the rose, perhaps it is an angel that I seek, or seeks me, for truly she is of such beauty as to seem ethereal.

"Show me this beauty, demanded the rose, for until I have met such, I shall not believe any may surpass my splendor."

The rose full kisses Shelli's nipples, and as eager buds they harden. The sweep of the velvety bloom along her body seems to draw the breath from her, and she finds herself breathing harder, faster, her heart beginning to pound as the flower, which has found itself down to worship her feet now ascends with agonizing slowness her slowly parting thighs.

She gasps, at the first touch of the rose upon her own passion's flower, already dewy with desire. The tender touch is almost too much to bear as her own petals swell, blossom...and the bud within eagerly rises up for the caress.

The rose then is gone...and Shelli sighs in frustration, wanting once again to feel, if even for a moment...she whispers, "...please..."

There is silence, a suspension of time that seems to draw on into eternity. Then comes the voice of shadow again, comforting in its familiarity, exciting in its strangeness.

"I fear this poor rose has now wilted in despair, having not only seen but tasted your sweetness. Thus, I offer in its place, my own kiss...knowing despair will wilt me not, rather will desire grow a stronger vine..."

Nearly as tender as the touch of the rose are the lips that first lightly brushes along Shelli's outer lips, yet far warmer than the now discarded flower. Tenderly do they caress, and with infinite care to explore does a tongue weave its way between and about her open bloom of desire. For the moment, she feels as if she is a flower, and above her hovers a hummingbird that comes, not to feast, but to savor with each languid lick, subtle suck. And the feel of those lips,
like the voice she does not know if she remembers or imagines.

A gasp escapes her as the tongue sinuously parts her, enters slowly, probing, tasting...she reaches down, the fire within her so hot she feels as if a sun grows in her womb...she reaches down and entangles her fingers in a thick growth, eagerly pulling, yearning to have this dream reach its culmination.

There is warmth just above her body, a heat that though barely touching upon hers, nonetheless seeps into her, fills her. She reaches down and there, yes, there, a strong, firm throbbing stalk moves into her palm. Shelli holds it there a moment, feeling the hardness within the silkiness of the tight stretched skin...and with infinite slowness, guides it to her own aching need.

She takes him in, slowly, feeling him fill her bit by bit until at last their bodies touch in soft, sweet collision. He is hard and long and she can feel him faintly pulsing within the close and narrow channel, the sensation of completeness...a feeling she thought she would never know again.

Tenderly, a kiss touches her cheek, her eyes, her lips. Now she can open her eyes, thinks she opens her eyes, perhaps only falling further and further into this dream for the face is vague and dark, yet there are eyes. Green eyes, alight with inner fire and gentle humor...eyes she feels she could get lost in, wander as if through a field of summer forever. Green eyes that seem to flow
from memory...

For the moment, together they join and do not move save for hands soft and warm caressing. His are firm upon her but gentle, hers tender yet eager...for what they feel is a long lean body of hard muscle and the scent of musky maleness more potent than a full garden of roses.

And she hears him say...
"What use an eager stem without a flower?

'Tis but a weed to be plucked, discarded

desolate and lonely, left to wither.

Ah, for such proud stalk this fate's too sordid.

And how may bud longing to blossom,

find reason to bloom detached from the vine

that carries sap for unfolding's ransom?

Full petals spread best when drunk on such wine.

Yet more is needed for stem and flower,

if sweeter, stronger, and finer to grow;

to weather storms and circumstances sere.

What ist? Ah, beloved, 'tis this we know.

Affection's warmth, tender showers of care;

what nurture's most desire, this love we share."


Then the time of words is done as slowly they begin to move together, rhythms ancient beyond memory, yet ever new and fresh. The poems now are written with lips and tongues and fingers and bodies writhing together gradually faster and faster, stronger. Synchronizing in motion, hearts beating as one, inexorably approaching the great divide from passion to satiation, across the abyss of climax, as if this phantom lover knew her as only one other man ever did.

Shelli feels as if she is a cauldron, and within her, this bar of white hot metal drawing ever close to the melting point. Her legs wrap around his waist and draw him closer to her as she feels the trembling of her body echoed by the deep throb of him within her. The sound of labored breathing is the wind running before the storm and when that storm breaks there is the thunder and lightning of senses reeling nigh into oblivion. Shelli cries out, hears her name called as if from a distance and all is lost in the swirl of sensation that blots out all of the rest of the universe.

Morning comes all too soon, it seems to Shelli, as she stretches upon the bed. Sunlight warms her, but not nearly as much as the warmth she felt through the night.

"Heck of a dream," she laughs and wonders at the faint tingling of her skin, the feeling of moist warmth lingering between her thighs.

She laughs at the thought that, during that most vivid vision, she might have helped it along with her own nimble fingers. And in the midst of that laughter, she realizes is the seed of possibility for a new life to begin even as she willever cherish the one she can only ever know in the treasury of her memories.

Shelli laughs again, joyously...until, upon rolling over onto her side, she sees the pillow beside her...

...and upon it, a rose.