That One Moment
You did this to me. Just you. All I did was tell you what I wanted at some point in time. It was up to you when that time was. I wanted you to surprise me...and you did. Much more than I had ever imagined, better than I had ever dreamed. You fulfilled this desire...fantasy if you will...more than I thought possible. That one moment found in time eternal.
I was asleep. We had gone to bed early that day. I had just spent the previous 5 hours working with a rather headstrong filly, much like my Brandy of youth, after a 12 hour shift at work. You had just worked 16 hours and we were both exhausted. We both had the next night off.
After a long hot soak in the tub to relax muscles and a good body massage for each other, rubbing in much needed oils to restore lost moisture in our skin, we curled up together - you holding me tight - and passed out. I don't remember anything, not a thing, after that.
Until that one moment.
That one moment in time where my whole body was so utterly relaxed, unable to resist a single thought, a single movement...a single touch. You had gently removed yourself from me, how you managed not to wake me up is still beyond me. I must have been really out of it. I'm not exactly a light sleeper, but I notice it when you leave. I might not sense it then, but when I awaken after a good rest, I know if you have left the bed for any reason. I know when you pull away to roll over...I just do. But this time...it must have been the exhaustion, because I did not feel you gone, I did not sense your absence...nothing...until that one moment.
Treading lightly across the wood floor to the nearby chest of drawers, you opened one of them silently. Then reaching in, you pulled out the harness. Quietly, so as not to wake me, you donned the tool, tightening the leather straps, making sure the fit was snug. It must have worked because I never noticed, but I knew what you had to do. I'm not sure what you did from that point, but you warmed it before crawling back into bed...or maybe you got back into bed and let our body heat warm it up. I don't know. I know you spooned me from behind, like we always do, my back pressed against your chest, my hips folded into yours with the front of your thighs up against the backs of mine.
Lying there, you quietly listened to the steady rhythm of my breath, unchanged...even with the disturbance of you leaving and coming back. I am quite surprised at this, because I even notice when you leave just to go to the restroom. Sliding one hand under my waist, the other on top, you pull my hips toward you. I know this, because it was part of my dream, part of my fantasy. To ease into this. To still be asleep when it all happened so that all I was awake for, all I was conscious for, was that one moment.
Easing my hips back, you reach down with one hand, spreading my lips carefully, but with no hesitation; because you knew once you got started, there would be no stopping. You knew you needed to go all the way with this idea, even if I woke now or halfway through. I also knew that instinctively, that if I trusted the person with my life, completely, I would comply by unconsciously pushing my hips back and opening up...not knowing I was doing this. This must have happened, because I do not remember anything but that one moment.
I know lube was used, for being asleep and no arousal on my part, this would have been difficult and uncomfortable. So, well lubed and with a guiding hand, you slid into me, pushing steadily until you were in as far as you can go. I know I must have made some kind of movement, acknowledgment, something...how could I not? Removing your hand to grasp my hip again, you pulled back just enough to feel it slide out...just a little...then with your strong hands you pulled my hips toward you again, bending my body so that you can get deeper penetration. I think this is when I started to wake, everything was still groggy and unfocused, I was still off in dreamland, of where my dreams must exist but do not follow me to wakefulness as I rarely remember my dreams. Pulling out again and pushing back in, deeper, you begin to slide in and out, a smooth insistant rhythm, feeling my body respond to you like it had never before. There were no thoughts, no barriers...no walls here. Just you...pushing me toward that one moment.
Noticing my bodies movement, reaching back with every thrust in, you let go of my hip to reach around and down, sliding your fingers inside, between my folds, feeling the heat and gathering wetness that was my own. The probe slid in deeper now, less resistance as I became aroused, the head pushing up against my g-spot while your fingers danced over my clit...teasing me...taking me to that one moment.
It did not take long, not long at all. With all barriers of awareness gone, I can totally commit to what my body was feeling...every stretch the skin made as you pushed in, filling every crevasse...every fold. The skin on my clit being pulled back every time you push in, exposing the ultra-sensitive tip to the caresses of your fingers, taking me ever closer to that one moment.
I woke to strong hands on my hips, your chest against my back, your breath hot in my ear as I hear you whisper loving words into my senses as I drew ever closer. My center was clasping and unclasping faster, harder as I felt the tide rise and crash with unexpected fluidity, white lights dancing behind closed eyelids, your name bursting from my lips as the realization hit me. That one moment I wanted was here.
The orgasm was as powerful as it was easy, as electric as it was comforting, as unexpected as it was expected. With a low moan following the cry of release, I reach back with my hands, grasping your hips as they continued to thrust against me, pushing the probe deeper as I opened up further...pushing back into you, begging you not to stop...asking for more...to prolong that one moment as I continued to ride the wave that still beat within my body...my soul. That one moment found in time eternal.
Straight Shooter
The air is scented with the acrid stench of gunpowder, wisps of smoke rise through the air as I sight down the long dark barrel. The cool wooden stock is pressed tightly against my cheek as I look out into the distance, focusing on an object, a tin can, perched upon a boulder some 500 yards away. Taking a deep breath, holding it just a fraction of a second, I shift the barrel of the rifle just enough to create the image of the can sitting on the very tip of the front sight that is bracketed by the rear. Letting my breath out slowly, evenly, I squeeze the trigger ever so gently, applying steady even pressure. Suddenly there is a loud bang, the end of the rifle barely moves as the shell is automatically expelled from the chamber at the exact second the tin can is snapped into the air as the speeding bullet slams into it.
Smiling winningly, I lower the rifle, snapping on the safety as I place it barrel up against the rough wooden fence post. Picking up another tin can that was sitting atop it I turn around and watch the woman behind me lower a pair of binoculars. Cocking her head slightly as she faced me, a slow smile spread across her face as my eyes met those of green.
"See? I told you I can hit a can at 500 yards with this pea shooter" I announced, a hint of pride in my voice. Squatting down, I start to collect the brass shell casings strewn in the soft dirt.
"Yes you did, I admit. I didn't expect you to do that with a .22...and no telescopic lens at that." was the low vocal reply as she reached down do the same. "You sure you didn't cast a spell or something?"
"Of course not silly. I may be your raven-haired witch, but I don't cheat. So, I win? Right? I won the bet." I teased, my voice lowering slightly as I hint at what I wanted. Sifting through the dirt, finding no more casings, I stood up. Placing the casings inside the can, I offer it to her to add those she had collected.
Stepping close, pouring the shells into the can and taking it, her fingers brushing over the tops of mine and our bodies nearly touching, she asks "So what is it that you want?" Green eyes darkened a shade, the smell of her skin mingling with the sharp odor of gunpowder and the crisp scent of fall in the air.
Inhaling deeply, I reach up to run the fingers of my right hand through her short dark hair, drawing them down and over to the back of her neck, caressing the soft skin...feeling the heartbeat as they stop to linger over her pulse point. "We talked about that this morning, or don't you remember?" I replied, leaning in close to lightly brush my lips over hers and then letting go and backing away.
With lips still tingling with the near absent contact, the slightly taller woman took a step forward to catch herself as she had leaned in. "What? Oh, yes, I remember, but I thought..."
Smiling mischievously, I quote "'...you thought'" and then spinning around to face away I state; "Yes, but we need to clean these rifles first." I reach down and grab two rifles, one in each hand. Turning back, I hand one to her as I collect a third and then headed up the dirt path toward the house, ducking around a few low hanging tree branches that line the trail. Feeling that she had not joined me in our trek, I pause in mid-stride. Curious, I look back to see her still standing there at the edge of the freshly plowed field, the rifle limply held in one hand, the tin can in the other and a bemused look on her face.
"Coming?" I called, wondering what was going through that lovely head of hers.
Looking up and saw her lover standing there in the dirt tract. Through the trees, filtered sunlight shone on long black tresses cascading down over her shoulders and back, dark eyes watching her every move. She realized that she wanted this woman, here and now. Not later, not inside. But out here in the fresh cool air, with the sun on her back and the earth beneath her feet. Taking a deep breath, she strode purposefully forward, covering the distance between the two women in just a few short strides. Stopping next to an oak she leaned her rifle against it and placed the can on the ground. Then reaching out she grasped the two rifles the other woman was carrying and pulled them from her grip, placing them alongside the other rifle.
"Wha..." was all I was able to get out before my lips were crushed in a heavy demanding kiss, hands came up to roughly grasp at my breasts and my body was forcibly pushed up against that same oak.
Wow. If I knew that this would have THIS kind of effect on her, I would have done it a lot sooner. A sudden burst of desire exploded throughout my being, causing me to gasp for breath at the intensity of it. I opened my mouth to receive the imposing tongue, moaning into hers as our tongues met and collided, demanding entrance into the other to taste...savor...explore.
Expelling a low groan of need, amazed that she wasn't being turned down, that this woman was accepting her advances. She felt the desire that was there ignite to an inferno as she realized that she was going to get what she wanted, when she wanted it, where and how - again.
Pressing her tight up against the rough bark of the tree, the stronger woman applied pressure to the others shirt, lifting it to feel the soft pliable skin beneath...feel it heat with her touch. Their tongues dueled for dominance inside each others mouths, the dark-haired witch lifting her hands to run them through the others hair, caressing her at the nape of her neck and play with the skin behind her ears.
Groaning with the contact of fingers touching the sensitive areas of her head and face, she yanked up the shirt, hooking her fingers under the edge of the bra and drug them both up to bunch under the wiccans neck. Breaking the kiss, she used both hands to remove the clothing and then tossed them aside to catch onto a low hanging branch.
"Neat" I replied breathlessly as I see my bra and shirt swaying in the soft breeze.
"Uh-huh" was the only sound made as my lips were assaulted again, teeth nipping and biting as the hands returned to my body. Reaching down she grasped the top of my jeans, undoing the button and spreading open the flaps. With one hand, she pulled down at one side of my jeans while her other hand the other slid in, smoothing the skin. Deep twisting pulls of desire sparked inside, sending waves of heat throughout my body. Her hand continued its downward trek, caressing, sliding across my flesh. Her tongue inside mine probed deep, conveying her desire and want of me as her hand pushed in even further to suddenly stop.
Drawing back, she gazed at me with a look of shock and wonder that was quickly followed by one of delight. I grin as I notice the expressions crossing over her features as what she feels conveyed its message to her brain.
Gazing into my orbs of green-flecked brown, she noted "You shaved." It was a question within a statement.
Chuckling, I respond with a heavy "Yes, yes I did." Feeling your hand touching the baby soft skin of my bare pubis, only mere inches away from the top of my cleft, I push ever so slightly towards your hand, causing it to slide further down, even closer to my core.
Grinning madly, the spark of desire glowing in your eyes, you pull out to grasp the edges of my jeans with both hands, one on each side and then pushing them down. You squat at the same time to completely remove my clothing. Standing up and stepping back, you rake your eyes up & down my now naked form.
Completely naked, my back against a tall oak, clothes piled around my ankles and hanging from a nearby branch, filtered light is scattered over my lightly tanned body. A strand of raven-black hair hangs down over my face, ending just above my right nipple. My well-endowed chest rises & falls as I breathe heavily, my long muscular legs spread just slightly, arms hanging by my sides.
God she's gorgeous was the thought before you strode forward to kneel in front of me, lifting each leg, spreading them apart more as you gathered up the clothing and set them off to one side.
Grasping her witches buttocks in her hands, she pulled those hips close to her face and her mouth descended into that glorious place. Jutting her tongue out to slide on skin so soft it felt like satin, it seemed to melt like butter under her caressing touch. Slowly she swirled her tongue along the outer edge of the folds, tasting the damp already gathered there, that sweet honeyed milk. Digging deeper she slid her tongue inside, spreading the folds open, lapping juices that flowed freely out as the woman above her writhed and moaned, her hands coming down to bury themselves in the black hair below.
Bursts of heat plowed through my veins as her tongue touched my flesh. Every stroke gave way to a deep ache to build in up inside. Moaning quietly, I grasped her head, pulling it in closer, my legs spread wider as I thrust my hips out, my upper back against the tree for support.
Reaching inside, her tongue gently brushed over the top of my heavily engorged clit, making me jump and moan louder. Swirling and tasting, the wet juices slicking her face as she teased my erect nub. Pushing deeper, she traced a path down my cleft to pause just along the edges of my opening, spinning around the rim. My hips bucked and writhed, drawing her deeper and in, my fingers buried into her hair. Moaning and panting, soft echoes of incoherent words escape into the air. She then penetrated me with her tongue, in as far as she can go, digging deep to lap and drawn out even more of that sweet nectar. Curling her tongue in, out and back up to my clit, she grasped it between her teeth.
I jump as her soft tongue is replaced by rougher teeth and then nearly collapse as she scraped her teeth across the very tip and then drew it in her mouth sucking deep. Quick and vigorous motions made by her tongue over my clit drove me up, building pressure inside so very desperate. Rotating my hips in rhythm, my breath coming in gasps, the heat builds inside, I can feel it rising, nearing completion. Just as I was about to tip over the edge, she stopped and pulled away. Leaning back she looked up at me.
My eyes are closed, head lolled to one side, my breath heaving my chest up and down in a heavy rhythm. My hands had fallen to my sides as my fingers slid out of her hair, my hips out towards her, upper back braced against the tree. Light shimmered off the glistening wet skin of my center, the lips swollen and red, the tip of my clit just barely peeking out between the folds, begging to be caressed, to be touched...completed. A drop of moisture slides down the inside of one leg
Placing her hands on either side of the knee before her, digging her fingers into the flesh, she drew them up along my skin as she stood. Her fingers easing their way north, the left hand on the inside of my thigh bypasses my center by moving to the front, but not before she feels the heat and wet that radiates out to cover the tips.
Lifting my head back against the tree, feeling its solid support, I open my eyes. Oh my Goddess...uuuunnnngghhnnnhhhh...that felt soooo good. Feeling her hands on my skin, caressing and digging in, a moan escapes my mouth as the touch sends more blazes of heat up my legs to my loins, burning...inner lips swelling as more droplets of moisture slide out...OH!!!
A gasp is expelled from my body, echoing through the trees, followed by a low moan. She had grasped a nipple in her mouth, sucking on it hard. Her right hand blazed a trail up my skin to cup one of my breasts and lift it for better attention, the nipple swelling and hardening under her touch. Her left hand stayed south, caressing the smooth bare skin, enjoying the silky softness. Flicking her tongue over the erect nipple, she reached down and in, to rest her hand just alongside my opening, feeling the muscles quiver, and wet slick down to coat her fingers.
Raising my arms, leaning back into the tree, the bark rough against my skin, I push my fingers through the soft short hair of the woman before me as she sucked and nibbled at my breast. A high pitched whimper is expelled into the crisp autumn air, hot skin cooling in the breeze, her fiery touch in sharp contrast. Nerve endings sharpen to near painful sensitivity, soft forest sounds become loud as senses are enhanced.
Letting go of the nipple, she places a trail of kisses up my chest, across my collarbone, up to the pulse point in my neck. My heart beat beneath her lips, a steady fast pace as my breath echoes out to drift low moans into the air. Swirling her tongue over the spot and then opening her mouth, she bit down, denting the skin. Hearing the my breath catch in my throat, her hand released the breast it cradled to move to the other breast, gently running a thumb over the swelling nipple.
Dropping one hand to grip around her back, digging fingers into her shoulder, I try to convey my desire through clenching and unclenching digits, vibrating my need through them as the deep pull of ache intensified with every flick of my nipple, the pressure of teeth on my skin, the heated nearness of that hand - oh so close to my core.
Noticing the increased pressure of the hand on her back, the endless whimpers of desire being emitted out that lovely mouth, she dropped her right hand to the outside of my left leg just above my knee. She pulled at it, lifting it up, she wrapped and hooked it around her waist. Pinned up against the tree, now wide open, nothing to bar her way, she slid her left hand up, closer to that heated center...dripping with want...desire...
With my left leg hooked around the her hip, I pulled her in close, driving my center closer...the need aching inside, a pulsing...throbbing core of desire. I want her to fill me, dig into me...be in me...Oh, please, yes...touch me...oh...sounds escape my mouth, some incoherent, others begging for more. A touch to satisfy beyond desire, to feel that release again and again and again...
Reaching up with your right hand, trailing it up the softness of my stomach, I feel my skin move under your touch. You rest your hand again on an exposed breast, cupping, lifting. Bending your head down to lightly tease the very tip of my nipple, already erect from previous attentions and cool air, the sensation was almost too much. Scraping your teeth along the roughened tip, this action driving bolts of pulse pounding ache down, my hips thrusting out toward the hand that is now sliding wetly into my folds, caressing...feeling...burying themselves into molten hot heat.
Slowly, ever so slowly, you coat your hand in the slick, covering it completely, flicking your thumb occasionally across my erect clit, making me twitch and whimper louder. Biting down on my nipple and then drawing it into your mouth, you suckle hard, eliciting a deep throated moan as both my hands descend onto your back, gripping hard, my head coming down off the tree to gaze at the dark head buried in my breast.
Releasing my breast, your head comes up to capture my mouth in a passionate kiss, driving my head back to the tree once more, pushing your body closer, three fingers pausing just at the opening before driving deep inside. Waves of purest pleasure encompass my body, my muscles vibrate and then open and release, drawing the fingers in deeper. You thrust in...driving deep two, three, then four times...pulling out completely, accompanied by a whimper that is suddenly turned into a high pitched moan when a fourth finger is added. You draw away from the heated kiss.
"My God your open. You are so wet and ready. Do you want this baby?" You ask, pressing four fingers against my cleft, the thumb folded tightly against the palm, just waiting for my assent.
Unable to vocalize, I just nod repeatedly, breath hitching in my throat as it increases in tempo, whimpers expelled and my pulse pounding in my ears as I realize that you are about to give me what I desire most.
Smiling, then recapturing my mouth, teeth roughly nipping at my already reddened and swollen lips, your tongue driving hard, penetrating deep the same instant that your hand pushes in, fingers folding to form a fist, filling me up and driving me against the tree as you ram into that sweet spot you know deep inside. A loud low groan shudders throughout my body, vibrating from around your wrist, inside, up my stomach, my breasts and out into your mouth hard against mine. My muscles ripple across your fist sending more waves to pound through my body, capturing my heart...waves of feeling, of pleasures so great as not to have definition.
Pulling out part way and then pushing in deep, you drive yourself inside once more. Amazed that you could push into me so easily, you realize that I was so very turned on as to be near completion any second. Feeling me grasp you whole, massaging your hand pulling it deeper, I breath a low moan of desire followed by nearly incoherent words of 'harder' and 'faster' as I feel the waves climb ever higher, my clit throbbing and pulsating, every hard thrust in you make causing your forearm to stretch the skin, pulling at my nub...rubbing...teasing.
Realizing that this orgasm was going to be a powerful one, one in which I would lose total control, my lips leave yours and my head drops to the junction of your neck and shoulder...my mouth opens wide and my teeth dig in. With my fingers digging into your back for purchase, my hips frozen in time every time you thrust, your arm sliding against my clit, your fist coming in contact with my g-spot. The waves climb, my breath coming in gasps and loud whimpers through teeth clenched around your flesh.
Pumping harder and faster, feeling me contract around your wrist, my breath hot against your skin...moans and near screams of desire echoing in your ears, you feel the pressure build, my cunt draws you in deeper than ever before, past your wrist...and then you feel it. The waves of contracting muscle that squeeze down, making it near impossible to move, a vice-like pressure grips on your hand deep inside me. My fingers dig into you, raking up your back and across your shoulders with extreme force, tearing at your shirt. The muscles at the back of my neck contract hard snapping my head, my teeth scraping off some of your skin as they are drug away from their hold on your neck. My skull makes a cracking noise as it collides with the tree. With my upper back pressed into the rough yet solid support, my body whip-lashes out against yours. My face is flushed and you feel the muscles deep inside continue to grip as you push harder against it, pushing me over and beyond, drawing out the orgasm into another before the first even stops.
Gritting your teeth, digging your legs into the earth and leaning in, you continue to pound inside me. Beads of sweat form on my brow as I gasp and moan and scream your name, the muscles clenching hard, squeezing down...following wave after wave. Another peak starts building inside before my breath is caught and a shout of "OH FUCK!!" is expelled at the top of my lungs as yet a third orgasm crashes down around me, vibrating every muscle in my body. A flock of quail in the field beyond take flight at the outburst. The branches of the tree we are up against shake with the force of our union, shedding leaves down around our bodies. Muscles massage, clench, release, tighten as you continue to pound into me as I open up, drawing you in, deeper...like I was going to swallow you whole. I feel a fourth one rise, the bark of the tree tearing away at my skin, the fingers of your right hand pinching my nipple...almost hurtful. Pleasure and pain war within. With a final heave and your name offered aloud on the wings of my soul...a burst of white fades to black.
The End Of My Valentine
It happened one night...a early in the morning. At 4:32 to be exact.
We had another arguement...I think. The past several weeks...months...have been a blur of cleaning, caring and working. I came home the day before to find that nothing had been done - again. The laundry was still piled on the floor in corners, the dishes overloading the sink onto the cabinet....black streaks of mold on the bathroom walls. The smell of unclean ferret. Ugh. Again I take myself into the tiny home....and try to make sense of my life. Stripping clothes from my body I pick things up and put them away as I move through the house. Four hours later the dishes are all done, the kitchen is wiped down, laundry well underway and bathroom spotlessly clean. I lie on the bed in the living room...yes a bed in the living room. Small place...a day bed serves as a couch...my bed. I'm taking a nap....opened doors to air out unpleasent scents still hanging in the air....refusing to touch the cage...it's not my animal. Lying back with my damp head on the pillow below me, wrapped in a soft clean sweatsuit, I doze in the early spring afternoon.
A soft quiet sound alerts me to someone nearby...the screen door opens and in she comes. My partner of two years. How did I manage it? Earning only $600 a month and moving four times in those 2 years....dropping out of college. And still I am here...picking up after her as I picked up after her when her marriage fell apart. I open my arms to welcome her home, ask her how was her day and inquire as to what she would like for dinner. Money is tight, yet she asks for pizza. So I scrounge around for the cash to get a medium pepperoni as I eat 2 slices with the meat removed and she eats the rest. We sit to watch some tv on the daybed....nothing much of interest. I prod her into cleaning her ferrets cage....a gift I got for her birthday several months ago....and with a huff as if it was the hardest thing to do in the world she goes to the cage. She lets Loki loose, aptly named he was, and halfheartedly cleans out his smelly dwelling as we both enjoy the antics of the off-white little carnivore. After a cleaner cage and a much better smelling house, she goes to her room for the night. Yes. Hers. Separate from mine. My choice actually. It never seems to clear out in that back room despite the open air design and structure of the little place.
We kiss goodnight, a nice hug, full of promise...yet also regret. I'm off to bed to take a nap before work in 4 hours....noting I had cleaned the house once again and she never made a single comment.
Arriving at work...I have hours to contemplate the situtation. I read a book, take a walk...count the cars and look for damage...every hour on the hour. Time passes....I come home early in the morning.
I park my car in the drive, her blue Toyota Tercel is there too. Ah, she is home. I get out of my car and approach my dwelling...not prepared for what is inside.
As I open the door I hear muffled sounds and a gasp...a figure darts down the hallway to the bathroom. Pale mottled moonlight glows through the west window next to the daybed....exposing a figure that is not my partner. A young woman....of similar build...lies there, exposed, caught....the blanket having accompanyed it's wearer.
I take a big deep sigh, look at the clothes piled on the floor - noted the time on the clock and the calender next to it.
How lovely...it's 4:32 am on Valentines Day....exactly 2 years from the day I proposed. With another huge sigh, I step to the entertainment center, remove a white gold promise band from my finger and place it on the dark oak surface.
Bowing my head, I turn and walk back out the door...to my car...and go for a drive.
~ Written on 2/14/2005 about a true event that happened on 2/14/1997 ~ Dyna
Stories in the works
started 2/14/05
An impression of haze cloaks ramparts and battlements of a ancient worn castle as they reach into a low slug gray sky heavy with moisture. Tendrals of mist ooze in and out of cracks and overshadowed passageways as a lone figure in worn brown leather treads silently along the causeways. While passing along a chilly stone wall, a feather is seen trailing down the formidible barrier.
The lone figure followed the feather as it twirled and tumbled in the misty cool air. As she stepped across the uneven stone walk, a sound is heard from the arched entrance ahead. Picking up her stride, she quickly turned a corner to enter the castle. Pausing once inside the poorly lit interior, she lets her vision adjust from dim exterior to even dimmer interior. Noting that is was just as wet inside as it was outside, she wraps her worn woolen cape about her tall muscular form as she slips inside towards the faint echos of mixed voices.
Stopping in the center of the grand entrance hall, she looks around. Well worn ancient tapestries hung on some of the walls. Some walls were lighter in appearance...probably due to missing pieces...or those being refurnished. Others darker. A soot stained mantelpiece protrudes from an enormous gapping maw of a fireplace now lying silent and empty. A loneliness permeated the room....sighs of spirits of the long dead wishing for better times seem to echo along the empty corridors. From one such corridor was the light musical sound of laughter....eerily out of place.
Stepping from the solitary room, the woman takes a short tour to the back archway that leads around to the left. Wandering along the hall, cool breezes blowing from the room she just exited guided her along the curving path. The sounds she followed somehow getting fainter instead of louder as she makes her passage. Thinking that the voices are moving along further away at an increased pace, she too quickens her stride along the well worn stone.
The hall comes to an end at an old oaken door, left just ajar. Pushing on the ancient wood, the door swings inward...almost silent in its movement. Whispering air swirls at her feet as a puff of foxglove goes nearly undetected. Entering the room, a storage room with large old trunks and crates piled around, she follow the scent across and to the left of the three doors in front of her. With a light grunt, she pushes the door open with her shoulder. It grates and grinds open...echoing sounds through the room and down the hall. She stops...searches...feeling as if she had just intruded on some secret place, and listens carefully. Not a sound but the hushed whisper of motionless air. Finishing pushing open the door, she glances along stairwell that curves up and above. Looking down to the dust gathered on the steps, she slight disturbances in the dirt...marking passage of three other people. One set of prints looked familiar. With faster beating heart and a lighter step, she quickly ascend the steps...counting 204 in all.
At the top of the stairwell, another door stands ajar. Pushing through this one...as silent as the main enterance...she walks into what looks like a room. Heading towards one of the open windows, the wooden shutters having long since rotted away, she looks out. Sure enough she stands in the southwest corner tower. Wondering where the people were that she thought she was following, she spies movement to the right and slightly below. There, just below her on a battlement, stood three people. One man and two women. The man was attired in the typical dress of hte lowely worker, cloth breeches and well worn leather boots, a weathered cloth jerkin covering his torso. He was havving a highly emotional converstaion, gesticulating wildy...repeatingly pointing up towards the far northern tower.
One of the women looked to be his wife. She was wearing a long wool dress, looking to be washed a thousand times and quite threadbare, but well maintained and clean. She held her bonnet tightly to her head as the breeze whipped around the castle creating it's own force and completely unpredictable as it wound in and out of the spires and battlements. Standing quietly next to the younger woman, she agreed with everything her husband said...nodding and even once reaching out to touch the other womans upper arm for emphasis.
The second woman was harder to see as her back was to the figure above. All that was seen was soft flimsy gauzy like attire...something thet would be found worn by the upper class, not found on someone in a derelict abandonded castle. She stood patiently listening to what was being said. Once and a while she would turn her head just slightly in the direction of the north tower.
Up above, the watcher stood quietly...taking the scene below...captivated by the quiet stillness of the younger woman. She noted her age and build were similar to her own, but softer...more curvy...yet also looked to possess hidden strength if called upon. Then without warning, the woman turned suddenly...like if she knew she was being watched..her eyes quickly seeking the window that just for a split second before framed a intently scrutinizing gaze. I slight wrinkle formed on her furrowed brow as she took in the emptiness.
"What? Oh...no. No. Nothing. I just thought I heard something." She replied in a soft lilting voice.
"See? I tol' ja this 'ere place is 'aunted. Tis the ghosts milady...they live 'ere." Spoke the older man.
"No, I'm sure it was nothing. With all this wind, it could have been a bird, or a leaf or something blowing around." The woman replied, reassuring the couple.
"Well, I've just about 'ad enough. I've complianed to the Duke many times 'bout this place...my 'erd is not producing like they should. I doan know 'ow I'm gonna make tribute if this keeps up!!" and then he takes the hand of his wife and they storm off...along the battlement, down a stone ramp and up to an old gray draft dozing in the place light. A shout was heard and the old gelding came alert as they couple boarded the wagon. The trio headed off west, at a brisk but not tiring pace.
Ducking back behind the cold stone once more, the dark haired beauty closed her eyes and emptied her mind...making herself virtually invisible.
Squinting in the sunlight, the more fair-skinned young seer focusing on the tower window...she closed her eyes and lifted her chin. Taking a deep steadying breath, she blew a draft towards her goal. Extending her inner vision, she sent out tendrils with her breath. Climbing high and spreaduing out, the incantation drifted lazily along hte breeze and onto the stone...caressing as a father would a newly born child. It spread along the cold dark stone and skipped in through the window and scattered. A few wisps congealed daintily in plarts...passing wholey over the slim figure pressed into the stone...becoming one with her surroundings.
After a few minutes, the tendrils faded and dissappeared. Down below the lady opened her eyes...shrugged her shoulders and taking note the only living things her net had registered were the typical insects, spiders and rodents common to the area. Looking around she headed off down the ramp downward to the castle entrance.
Exhaling sharply, the lithe woman in the tower kneeled over and placed her hands on her knee in a misture of relief and awe. Never had she known such sensuous awareness....and power. She had been trained in the art of concealment, but never had she encountered one so naturally adept, yet so young. She stood, smoothed over her leather jerkin with slighly sweat dampened palms and adjusting her belt. She then headed off down the stairwell at a quick pace trying to decipher the churned up emotions within her being.
Started 3/18/05 - A Night Out - By Dyna
Smoke from cigarettes drifted lazily about...obscuring the air and casting a blueish haze over the near packed nightclub. The walls vibrated to the steady heavy tempo created by the high tech soundsystem.
You led me by the hand through the mass of human bodies to the back, where it wasnt quite so packed.
Stopping along the way at a bar, you paused and pulled me closer...placing me between you and the bar. Pressed between other bodies, you raised your hand to signal the barkeep. While waiting for her to appraoch and take your order, you pressed your body close to mine....moving you hips in time with the beat. One hand slides along my forearm to my neck, pulling my hair away as you lightly kiss my heated flesh.
Your other hand rests on top of my hip, both of my arms folded on the bar edge. Slowly in time with the music, your hand on my hip drifts to the side to find the side opening of my wrap-around skirt. You slide the skirt around...pulling the opening back so it opens from behind instead of to the side.
The brushed silken touch of the skirt slides caressingly between your fingers as the asymmetrical pattern of tan, beige and ecru shift and reflect the lights of the dim bar. You press your body closer, black jeans a contrast to the lighter colors of the skirt.
Pushing apart the slit of the skirt, you slide your hand down the soft smooth flesh of my buttocks, caressing them. The barkeep approaches and you lift your head from my neck to order water with lemon for the both of us.
As the barkeep turns away to process the drink order, you slide your hand over my ass to the front, teasing the skin at the junction of my leg to lower abdomen...feeling soft freshly shaven skin. I inhale sharply at the caress as the barkeep places the drink order on the counter. She raises an eyebrow at the flustered look on my face. I just shake my head and reach out to take the glass, squeezing the lemon into the water. You draw back your hand to my ass along my skin as you pick up your glass of water and back away, swiftly moving the skirt to cover my skin. Taking my hand, you then lead me away from the bar. We meander through the crowd, you leading the way.
Turning right and then left around the dance floor we approach a wrought-iron railing of tightly twisting steps leading up to the balcony. Climbing the steps, your hand holding mine, we reach the second floor and wander around, finding a very large well appointed restroom, surprising both of us that such existed in a bar. It had 6 stalls, 7 if you count the very roomy handicap stall. At the other corner of the upper deck was a small concession stand selling newage and gay pride paraphnelia.
Wandering around the upper deck, occassionally gazing down upon the wildly dancing crowd below, we soon approach a purple felt covered pool table. You set your drink on a nearby table and place handful of quarters on the edge of the table. I near the end of the pool table to rack the balls as you squat down to insert the quarters. After hearing the balls drop & roll, you slide over to me as I bend over to collect the balls. Reaching out, you extend one hand under the edge of my skirt and run it up my thigh as you stand up, your fingers quickly passing within inches of my crotch. I freeze at the contact...skin tingling at the touch, a deep pull causing my groin to ache.
Pulling back to walk to the other end of the table, your fingers slightly moistened from the near direct contact to my center, you sort through the cues to find a relatively smooth and straight one. Selecting one, you powder it up from a nearby pedestal. Sliding the stick through your hands, you watch me rack the balls and then you lean over to aim the cue down to table. Sliding the powdered cue through your fingers once more, you catch my eye and watch as I slowly moisten my lips with the tip of my tongue. Quirking a knowing smile, you ram the cue into the cue ball and break the pile with a resounding smack. The balls scatter across the table, bounding & rebounding. Walking around the able to where I stood, you run a finger up my arm to my shouder and down along the collar of my deep rich brown silk blouse.
Grasping the first button at the top, you undo it and then turn around to see if any balls dropped. You notice that 2 actually had, of the same type. Stepping quickly around, you quickly aim and sink two more before scratching on the 3rd. You hand over the cue to me, but not before sliding the shaft along my chest.
Taking the cue and a deep steadying breath, I sight the table and find a shot. Powdering the tip and then the shaft, prolonging the shaft powder to catch your eye as I stroke up and down the wooden pole ever so slowly. Bending over, I sight the cue between the cueball and the 9, I start to aim down when I feel you move up behind me. Reaching down you place one hand on my hip and press yoursefl into me. My mouth drops open and a flood of heat sweeps down to my core as I feel you press up against me. A low moan escapes my mouth as I nearly lose sight of the aim. Stroking the cue back, you push into me the same time I release and break on the cue ball. The ball careened at a high speed off the 9, sinking it, and then veered into the mess of balls left...scattering them everywhere. The 8 comes to a tittering standstill at the edge of a corner pocket with two more balls framing it. Whispering an "oh shit" to yourself, I stand up with a smile.
Straightening out my skirt, I turn around and tell you that it was your fault that I hit the ball too hard...you had distracted me.
Moving to the other side of the table, I leave you to ponder a good move to sink a ball and not the 8. Sighting in again, I sink one more and then miss. As I hand you the pool cue, I drop the butt to reach out and touch the crotch area of your jeans. You grab the cue, and reach down with your other hand to adjust yourself with a big grin. Taking the cue, you carefully aim the corner pocket and manage to get in both balls before the 8 sank.
Rolling my eyes at your display of cleaverness, I place the cue on the table and walk around it towards you. Sliding a finger up your forearm, I reach across you to the table where our drinks rested. My arm brushes over your chest as I pick up my drink and trace my tongue over the rim of the glass before taking a long deep swallow.
You raise one hand to lightly run a finger up and down my arm while picking up your own glass, taking a sip as your fingers trace up towards my blouse and undoes another button to expose the soft pale breasts of my cleavage.
Releasing a sharp exhale, I quickly take a sip of my water to compose myself as I feel a flush developing on my neck & face. The feeling of your finger on the skin of my breasts like coals of fire.
Dropping your hand from the my breast, you turned to walk to the edge of the railing and look down on the dancing crowd below...the music pounding loudly and the lights reflecting around the smokey room.
I waited a minute and then taking another deep swallow of water...emptying more than half the glass and commenting to myself that if I continued to drink at this rate, I'll need to take a trip to the bathroom every 30 minutes...I walked over to the the railing and stood next to you.
Placing your arm around my body to the other side, you move behind me. Stepping close, you press you taught body against mine...flexing your hips a little to push yourself against my body. Moaning lightly, I spread my legs slightly and push my hips back to get a better feel. Flexing in time with the beat, one hand holding your drink, the other slides around my waist to rest there, gripping firmly.
Leaning forward a little, I rest my arms on the railing of the dance hall. I close my eyes as I feel the steady beat pulsate throughout my being, matching the hot beat of arousal coursing through my veins as I feel you pump slowly against me. Adjusting your stance, you press closer to me...pushing the fabric of my skirt into my folds. Almost dropping my drink onto the throng of people below I reset my grip and take a long sip through the straw this time...wetting my drying mouth. I can feel the fabric clinging to my wetness...the skin of my upper thighs pressed against the jeans behind me where the slit of the skirt had slid open.
Reaching down & around, you slide your hand up my hip to cup a breast and pull me up with my back against you. Kissing my neck slowly, drawing your tongue along my neck, you then turn me around to kiss me fully on the lips, your tongue snaking inside my mouth to tease mine.
Pulling away, you sip some more of your drink as you take me by the hand to go downstairs onto the dance floor as a slower tempoed song started up. Setting our drinks on a ledge nearby, we moved onto the dance floor.
Holding me close...you push your hips into mine, one leg pushing in between mine. You rub and push at my center with your thigh as you start swaying with the music, one hand on my lower back holding me tight. Traveling across the dance floor to the beat of the music, our bodies turning with each other...the motions of my legs moving causes the swollen aroused flesh to slide...one side to the other....massaging hardening erectile flesh.
Slowly we turn, your other hand slides up to cup a breast, the thumb drifting over the hardened nipple, teasing it...my hands gripping your back tightly for support as you lead me around the dance floor, my feet barely touching the floor.
The contact on my nipple causes my clit to jump...almost painfully...as it is already teased to a hardened point...so sensitive to the slightest touch...each rub or press building the pressure inside. The pressure rises as the continued contact sparks more sensation and my breath catches and a light moan escapes my mouth.
Hearing the moan, you tighten your grip on my lower back and drop your head to my mouth for a deep kiss, taking your eyes off the dance floor. Pinching my nipple harder, you stop for a brief moment to readjust and then start a slow circling dance, pushing your hips in deeper...angled to push your thigh right firmly against my mound.
These insisant pressure causes a low earnest moan and my knees go weak...my clit throbs and aches at the new contact and seems to stretch out for more...pressure in waves building with the deep kiss...tongues sliding along each other, fingers pinching and twising my nipple...each turn of the circle rubbing a little more until waves start cresting...my breath is gasping and high contained whines escape my mouth as I nearly collapse.
Feeling my weakness, you slowly glide off the dance floor, escorting me by pressing one hand tight against my lower back and the other under one elbow. Slowly and carefully you lead me off the dance floor and back up the steps to our place we had by the railing. You nab a chair and slide it around, seating yourself carefully and bringing me down onto your lap as you rub your hands slowly along my back to calm me down aas the world returns to focus and my breath slows down. Once I've calmed down, you get up and leave me to return to the bar and gather a new set of drinks.
Approaching me, you take note of my composure...seeing that my flushed skin has cooled off and my breathing had returned to somewhat normal, you hand me the drink and settle down in a chair next to mine. Placing one hand on my arm, you raise one eyebrow when I look up at you. My eyes are still glazed, but Im composed...I just nod back at you and take a sip of my water.
Looking around the area furtively, you then slide one hand up my skirt to my upper thigh...you gasp as you encounter hot wetness thickly coating the iside of my thighs completely. The pressure of your hand on such silky wetness causes it to slide...with nothing to stop it...all the way to my center...parting swollen hot flesh. The sudden unexpected touch of your fingers causes me to jump and gasp....I clench my eyes tightly and hold my breath to contain a deep agonizing whimper and deep tight pull. You feel a fresh surge of wetness cover your fingers as you stop you hand from moving any further.
Realizing the state that I was in, you take my drink and set it on the nearby railing and lift me out of the seat...leading me away to the restroom...noting that no one was in it. Pulling me close you slide open the far handicap stall, ignoring my protests, and lock the stall door. You push me into the corner...railings on each wall...and push my legs apart with your thigh. You start you kiss me....your tongue slowly caressing my lips...touching and tantalizing them as your hands come up to cup my breasts. I start to relax into your kiss...my tongue drifting lightly over and under yours.
Lows moans escape your mouth as you press your body tighter against mine....remembering my heat and wetness...how I nearly came on the dance floor. Your thumbs reach up and caress my nipples...already hard...and then grasps them between you thunb & forefinger as you suck your tongue deep into your mouth. Groaning agaisnt you, I part my legs on either side of your thigh and slide my own hands down to cup your breasts into my hands, rubbing my thumbs over your nipples and feeling you moan into my mouth.
You take in a sharp gasp and a deep moan as you feel my wetness penetrate and spread over the fabric of your thigh. Letting go of one breast, you press your hand down my stomach to my waist band...then carefully sliding the skirt around so the opening lay at the front. You part the skirt wide open...lifting your leg away long enough for the fabric to drop and part...as you then slide your eager hand up my wetness...collecting it on your fingers and palm as you reach up and cup my center in your hand.
Feeling your hand cup my center so very gently...carefully...causes my heart to clench as tears burn at the corner of my eyes. I reach up and place one hand on each side of your face, kissing you deeply with intense passion. My tongue exploring every aspect, ridge and texture of your mouth. I then pull my mouth away and start pushing your head down towards my chest...one hand letting go of your face to finish updoing my shirt and lift my breasts out of their support. I then bring your mouth tightly to one painfully erect nipple.
You close your mouth around my nipple and pull it into your mouth deep and hard as your middle finger slides effortlessly through my wetness, parting my swollen lips. Your other hand lifts the breast to you for a better feel. My hands slide through the hair on your head as I push my chest outward...my back hard against the restroom wall. Adding two more fingers to the first one, you part open my inner lips, resting your coated fingers against my opening. My hips thrust outward and the motion pushes you in me just far enough to feel you enter me barely an inch. My muscles clench at your touch and vibrate as my desire mounts once more, my hips starting to rock...pulling & pushing at you...begging you to take me.
Sucking hard on my nipple one last time, you drop to your knees and wrap your mouth around my swollen erect clit, driving your tongue around it and down, sucking and lapping at the juices covering my flesh. Your fingers curl and slide...pushing deep inside just once and pulling out to close up and form a fist. You slide it around my wetness...getting your whole hand covered in my juices as you then capture my clit into your mouth and press it hard with your tongue.
The sudden motion of you dropping to your knees and swallowing me into your mouth nearly made me collapse again. Reaching down, I grab one railing in each hand and lock my elbows to support my body as my hips thrust out against you of their own accord, my head thrown back agasint the bathroom wall....mouth open in a silent scream. I spread my legs a little wider...inviting your hard fist inside me...feeling you press gently yet relentlessly against my opening. I can feel my muscles contract and then expand...opening up and guiding you in deep.
Slowly...carefully...you guide your fist inside...sliding your thumb knuckle past the barrier and all the way inside. You feel my muscles grip you tightly...firmly...then a pulling feel as my body accepts and caresses the invasion. The walls undulate and vibrate along your hand and up your arm. Your mouth soft on my center as your tongue begins to dance with my clit. This ads to the pleasure as my hips start to rock slowly with the gentle pressure of your fist inside. A deep sharp aching pull spreads as your fist starts to slide out and then back in...slowly and completely filling me...fully taking me every possible way.
Slowly you build the pressure...rocking me...in and out as your tongue slides over & under my clit. Teasing it and caressing it. Sucking it deep into you, feeling it swell even more...filling your mouth. Lapping gently and slowly, you savour the rich sweet taste of my juices as you slide your fist up and hold it there...tightly...against my g-spot as you feel me nearly buckle with the sensation. Gathering myself, I start to ride your hand...rocking on it feeling it within me as I control the angle, the depth and speed at which things progress.
I close me eyes to the pressures and sensations inside, the wall behind my back vibrating with the beat of the music outside. I can hear a couple women in the room...when they came in I have no idea. But they are oblivious to what is happening less than 10' away as I start to ride faster....in time with the best of the music as you clue in and start to swirl my clit in your mouth with the same beat. My breathing is labored, but under control as I keep quiet, as I start to increase the pace of my thrusts as everytime your fist hits me deep inside, I climb a little higher...the pressure building a little more.
My quickened pace causes me to ride you faster, the waves starting to overwhelm me as the muscles deep inside grip and clasp tightly around your fist you have burried deep into my center. Taking over, you start to pump into me as you feel muscles clench and release...my clit becoming erect...the skin on top drawing back as it starts to pulsate and twitch. Sharp waves deep inside build and crest as I let out a high pitched whimper and my body whiplashes out at you...pushing hard against you as my hips thrust out and crash back...the waves of ecstasy pounding inside as my clit flexes and contracts under the pressure your tongue creates. You can feel the muscles inside spasm around your fist as my body convulses and shakes.
Holding my throbbing and ultra sensitive clit in your mouth, you pump hard and fast...drawing out the orgasm while using my center to hold in your moans of ecstasy while feeling me thrust and writhe under your touch. Slowing down your movements, you then ease down and slowly withdraw your fist. You stand up and cup my center with your hot wet hand, freshly removed from my core and then reach out to kiss me long & deeply.
Tasting myself on you, I open my mouth willingly and wantingly. My tongue massaging yours, tasting and drawing it into my mouth as I peel my hands away from the railing and place them on your hips to hold you close to me. I draw back and rest my head on your shoudler as we both catch our breaths.