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Registration Date: 06-27-2006
Posts: 179
Mistress Or Master Or Slave: Slave
Level: 37 [?]
Experience: 1,199,513
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Mitchell
I am a man...it is winter....I live in a small cabin near a small town...and read a lot...write....have lived alone for some time....and inwardly....long for a woman to be with.... I am in town at the bakery picking up some things to enjoy...and also stopped by the local book store....where an attractive woman makes a comment to me about a book I pick up .... she had read it....and I notice she has wedding rings on...I take her suggestion and purchase the book and wrap myself up to go back out into the cold for a mile walk home......My days exercise that day....book and bakery items under my coat to keep warm...... As I leave this woman follows me outside as she is leaving and we chat...she has recognized me in town on occasion and when I mentioned that I am walking home she offers me a ride.....but I decline....I am enjoying the romantic weather and snowfall......but I do offer her to come by later for some hot cider and a bakery piece.... As I get home...I turn the heat up and start a fire...light a few candles and settle in for a few hours reading.....
Melody
She had been mulling over the invitation in her mind all afternoon?he did seem like such a nice man, if not a bit stand-offish, but that was probably due to a whole other reason, he was most likely just as lonely as she was, and at this time of year, Thanksgiving on Thursday, families getting together, the whole idea had left her feeling even lonelier than usual?.maybe she would drop in, bring him a basket of her home-made pickles and jam, as a gesture of Thanksgiving and sharing?.
?She followed the directions he had given her, the roads weren't as clear here as in town and she had to ease off on the accelerator just to keep the nose of the car from rushing into the drifts along the road?she was eager to reach her destination, the snow seemed to be coming down faster and with the darkening clouds she was starting to question her sanity?.
Finally, she spotted a cabin nestled amongst stately pine and fir trees, she could just glimpse the babbling brook nearby. She knocked on the door and it was quickly answered by him, he smiled slowly but it was a genuine, glad to see you smile, it reached his eyes and made her feel welcome, he led her into the great room where a fire was the main focal point, hissing and crackling and emanating such a wonderful warmth?she hands the basket over and smiles at his obvious surprise?You didn't have to do this he says, and she replies that it's not much really, just something she enjoys doing when fruits and vegetables are in season and hopes he likes them.
He puts the basket on the kitchen counter and extends his arms to take her coat, she slides off her boots and approaches the fire to warm herself, "It's getting nasty out there, I'll only stay a few minutes and then I'm afraid I must leave before it gets too bad out there, I'll get you the cider then, he says and brings a hot steaming mug to her, have a seat please, and she sits down on a large plush couch. She asks how long he's lived here and he tells her that he was able to retire early two years ago and came out to the country after having lived the fast paced executive lifestyle in the city for far too long, that he built the cabin himself with the help of some local craftsmen and has been enjoying the quiet lifestyle ever since. She asks if there is a woman in his life and he answers that there hasn't been since he left the city. What about you, he wants to know and so she tells him that she's been a widow for the past three years, her husband succumbing to a long battle with cancer. She's been alone ever since as well.
He mentions that she still wears her wedding rings and she answers that it is for more practical reasons than he supposes, a woman my age that is seen as single is often easy prey for the less appealing type of man than she prefers to deal with, the sly innuendoes about her lack of partner and how much she must be needing "it", is a real turn-off for me. I'm not saying they are wrong in their assumption, just that I like to make my own choices and I don't need the whole world in on it.
He smiles gently at her, understanding exactly how she feels, he's getting messages from her that she doesn't even know she's sending, she's a loving, trusting soul and she's afraid of being hurt, afraid to let herself go to another man because she's no longer sure how to play the game?.he understands her feelings well as they mirror his own.
He brings his hand up slowly to brush away a stray curl from her face, her eyes get round and have a wary expression in them, he places the curl behind her ear and returns his hand to her cheek, I know how you feel, I know what you're going through, though I haven't suffered the loss of a partner, I know what's going on inside of you, you don't have to be afraid of me, I'd be more than happy to help you through this, because it would also help me, to have someone to hold once in a while, someone to share quiet, loving moments with?.
Tears come to her eyes unexpectedly and she is embarrassed by them?.he leans towards her and presses his lips gently on her cheek, Please don't be sad, I only want to see you smile, may I kiss you?she looks him in the eyes and what she sees there must give her comfort, for she leans into him slowly closing her eyes and her lips part in anticipation?he brings his lips to hers and gently begins to rub them against hers, easing his tongue into her mouth and she responds with a sigh and lets him stroke her tongue with his?.the kiss deepens and he brings his hand down from her face to her shoulder and slowly to the gentle curve of her breast?.she breaks off from the kiss and again looks deeply into his eyes?.I don't know if I can do this, it's been so long?my husband was my only lover?.I'm afraid to disappoint you, he smiles gently into her eyes and tells her that he is feeling the same things?.let's lay in front of the fire, put your head on my shoulder and tell me the things you remember about making love that were pleasant for you?.
Mitchell?..
With some real comfort he pulls her closer to him and they just snuggle close together ... watching the flames flicker in the fire for a long time .... sipping the cider ..... smooth and with a taste of honey as well. After some time ... she mentions how comfortable she feels after the first rush of feelings and breaking the ice .... a level of trust has grown between them and she feels this ... as he does. Shifting closer onto his chest and into his arm .... she runs her hand along his strong athletic thigh and again down to his knee .... both feeling the heat and energy going between them ...... She begins by telling him that (like most woman ... many are afraid to admit that their own passions have been suppressed for so long ... beginning early in their courtship) how she and her husband met....not wanting to tell him of the secret passions she has dreamed of during her marriage ..... while they were loving and shared some very good sex ..... there was always, it seemed, a tendency to hold back ... be normal. She described in general terms how much their loving meant to her .... and as it diminished in latter years ... mostly due to his illness .... the fire seemed to grow and become a trouble to her .... wanting so much .... having none.
He confirms similar feelings with her about his life and loves ... and how he has felt recently ...... taking a risk to tell her that he has accomplished some erotic reading .... talked with some women on the web...and how that was somewhat less than fulfilling ... and that his own passions and desires have grown into moments of real passion as he took care of himself .... yet longing to share his love and passion with a woman. Taking another great risk .... he indicated how struck he was with her sparkling eyes in the book store and was very happy that she spoke out ..... and took the opportunity to visit him if only for a cup of cider ..... big things begin in small ways sometimes. For the remainder of the evening they spent time stoking the fire ... the real fire .... seconds on cider with some of the sweet baked goods he bought .... sharing tidbits of their backgrounds .... up bringing ... work ... thoughts ... politics ... some people and merchants they knew in common in town ..... and on occasion as they moved about his home .... held hands ... bumped into each other .... sometimes with him stroking her arm ... kissing her on the neck ... sharing long deep kisses fully on the mouth ...... and with her allowing him to hold her as a woman ... offering her breast to him to hold ..... feeling his hands on her butt ... strong and firm holds ..... one of a man who when let would take control and take her passions places she has only dreamed of. And in a moment of eyes meeting ... lingering with a look that cemented their relationship ... one where they were going to continue growing ... seeing what all of this would bring.
All the while they both wanting so much right then ... yet controlling their passions that only took them to a much higher level. At one point she excused herself to his bathroom for some relief ...... and he also took the time while alone in the kitchen to let his passion come under control ..... breathe normally .... think of what a lovely woman she is .... and wondering what to do next .... wanting her ... wanting her never to leave .... yet ... not knowing what was racing through her own thoughts. A moment of decision ... to take the so called high ground and offer to follow her home to insure she made it in this storm ..... wanting nothing to harm her ..... yet .... knowing if he invited her to stay for safety reasons ....... they would bed each other ..... The temptation was just too strong. So there he stood in the dim light of the kitchen. ... hurting from his passion for her ..... thinking of how lovely she looked as she walked about and to the bathroom .... and how wonderful her body felt in his hands ...... Not knowing what he is going to say or suggest on her return. The pain is killing him.
Melody?.
??As she exits the bathroom, their eyes meet and in that moment the lights in the cabin flicker once, twice and then complete blackness, save for the light emanating from the fire. He takes her hand and leads her to the kitchen where his portable radio is, turns it on to hear a weather update stating the treacherous conditions of the highways and that secondary roads are impassable, anyone needing emergency assistance??
They look at each other and smile shyly?.Who are we to rail against fate, actually I'm relieved that you will be staying, I didn't relish the thought of you alone on a night like this, shall we sit by the fire and keep each other warm?she held his hand as they walked back to the couch, he could feel the trust she was placing in him by just that touch?.he sat first and pulled her onto his lap and brushed the hair from her neck, quickly placing a soft kiss there and felt the shiver that coursed through her body?..If this is too much or too soon for you, please tell me, I won't do anything you aren't ready for?.she leaned in closer to him and whispered??please, I need you so?..please love me?.he stands in one swift movement bringing her close to his chest, with an arm going in the crook of her knees and carries her to his bed, he lays her down gently and leaves her with the promise that he will return shortly, when he does come back, he has several candles that he lights and places throughout the room?
He comes back to the bed and extends his hand to her, she takes it and he pulls her into his arms?..Undress me and I will undress you?..and so they start, her nervous fingers shake as she brings them to the buttons of his shirt, she loosens the first, the second and then the rest come apart easier, she spreads his shirt open and runs her hands on his chest, to his shoulders, getting to know the feel of his strong body, the incredible heat from his skin?..his shirt is off and now he pulls up on the hem of her sweater, bringing it over her head and gazing at the perfection of her milky breasts as they are constrained in a sheer, lacy bra, his hands go to her back and undo the hooks that hold the beautiful generous mounds, as the bra slides to the floor, he brings his hands up to capture them and gently squeeze them as he brings his lips to the pale pink centre?..her breath catches in her throat as she feels the tugging sensation that she's missed for so long?..
He lavishes her breasts with kisses and little nips and hears her breathing become more laboured, he eases her skirt down followed by her other under things and gazes in a trance at her mature naked perfection, the beautiful breasts, the curving waist and generous hips that he can barely wait to find himself between?.she starts for his belt and helps him off with his jeans and underwear and they stand there, eyes locked on each other, shaking with their need?she flies into his arms and wraps her own around him, the heat she feels as their bodies meet is her undoing, she moans and searches for his lips as he carries her down to the soft mattress, he lays by her side and takes her mouth into the deep soul shattering kisses that she's been wanting so badly?.her hands knead his shoulders, his back and his muscular buttocks, their breathing is harsh as they discover the secrets of each others bodies?.what excites them, what makes her legs come apart so that he can touch her womanhood, the heat, the wetness there....and her hips begin the ancient undulation?.he brings his mouth down from hers to again suckle at her breasts, to suck the now turgid peaks that beg for his lips and tongue?..her head is back and her eyes are closed and he touches her centre, entering her with his finger, and rubbing gently at her lovely button, she moans and spreads her legs wider and he comes down to her to replace his finger with his tongue, to lavish it with love and adoration?..she is beyond any control now, her head moving back and forth on the pillow as she moans and writhes beneath his ministrations, with his fingers still inside her, he can feel her contracting against them, feel the hot wetness that flows out of her as she bucks and moans louder still?..
Mitchell?.
?.And with what seems like a strong and lasting seizure .... she holds his head secured tightly to her .... locks her legs about him and with every muscle from within her .... she is frozen in a state of ecstasy ..... tense with pure pleasure and holding herself and him so tight as to not cause any movement .... knowing that the pleasure is so intense now ... any movement is painful .... pleasurably painful .... to continue to move would not be possible at this point ..... Waiting for her pleasure .... her ecstasy ... to subside to a level where she can handle some movement .... sounds ..... something ... anything .... more of his loving and nurturing sex ..... she tries to establish a breathing pattern again ..... with her heart beating so strong that she is sure he could hear it while his head is locked in the vice of her thighs .... and then realizing that she has him as such ...... begins to let her body go ..... to release him ..... and in doing so she can feel many, many waves of pure pleasure wash over her like an ebb tide ...... Bit by bit she attempts to let go ..... to release him from her grip of pleasure ..... enjoying the waves of pleasure ..... not wanting to hurt him ...... and all the while becoming more conscious of herself .... him ..... feeling the drenching wetness flowing from her body onto him ... continuing to let go ... she is jumping, contracting ... twitching from sharp waves of pleasure that continue to rush through her body ... Wondering if peace will ever come from this pleasure ..... so intense .... such ecstasy ... so painful .... but a painful pleasure she would gladly endure again and again. All the while this man .... this wonderful, loving and skilled lover is realizing he has some skills that with the right woman is as satisfying as playing a Stradivarius violin. It is such a rush ... so pleasurable, so self rewarding to be able to give to a woman such sexual pleasure, and to be with a woman who will allow herself to receive .... to accept his gift of loving sexual pleasure. He has felt every wave of painful pleasure surge through her body .... feeling the tight grip as she held him .... frozen in pleasure .... knowing to hold her clit within his lips but not to suckle it ... to pause from massaging her inner vagina and secret spot that was so soft...so enjoyable to touch and massage .... As he feels the waves of pleasure wash over her....pulse through her body.... he is happy ...... Is there nothing better on earth that to be able to give such pleasure to a woman .... one who he is falling in love with .... far faster than he could have ever imagined ....... As she continued to release him from her grip .... he could still feel the waves of pleasure take her .... like gold stars on his report card ..... He is so intensely aware of her smell .... her wetness ... and has realized that all of this has given him something he has not had in a long time ....... and the pleasure of having an erection so large and intense ..... and now wanting to use it like a man in the heat of passion desires ..... wanting to be in this woman .... wanting to feel her pussy, warm and so wet, around him .... taking him in with all the love and affection she possesses ..... As she releases him....they move together....and she becomes aware that she needs to, wants to, take him within her and offer herself up to him for his own pleasure .... wanting to give all of herself to him .... telling herself there is nothing she would not give this wonderful man .... this lover ... anything he wanted .... He raises up to move to her lips...and kisses her with one long lingering wet kiss ...... Breaking off the kiss ... whispers to her to kiss him more ... taste her on his own lips .... how sweet her pussy is to him .... how much he enjoyed her coming in his mouth and on his lips and face .... all of which are now wet with her own fluids .... and she enjoys the taste of herself as she uses her own tongue to clean his cheeks...nose....lips....to cleans him as a mother cat would a kitten.... And, .... she becomes aware that a kitten he is not ..... this wonderful man ....... from her own essence and love has transformed him into a lion .... hungry for her and giving all the signs that he is going to take her whether she wants taken or not ...... that their passions have not totally been satisfied .... and this realization is causing more waves of pleasure to spring through her body ..... With one movement she opens her legs......shifts her hips....takes him in her hand for the first time (and realized that she has something here, the size of which she has only dreamed of) and with a gentle placement at the tip of her opening.....now whispers to him...."I am all yours ... do with me what you desire and don't hold back" .... and, with one slow and powerful movement .... enters her...fully and completely ..... feeling the tip of her uterus at the end of his hard cock which now is offering some involuntary movements.... The feeling of this woman is more than he ever imagined ......, and .... she wraps her legs about him as best she can and pulls him down on her...telling him she wants to feel all of his weight on her.......and kisses him again..... They look into each others eyes as he moves within her....as she moved her hips to give his very hard cock some real loving.....and she softly whispers......"Do me...fuck me good....let me fuck you back....give all of yourself to me.....squirt everything you have into me.....and do not hold anything back"
Melody?
?how long has it been since she's felt so complete, the thought enters her mind and leaves as quickly as the first wave of the most cataclysmic orgasm she has ever felt begins to spread throughout her body, one long heart rendering moan escapes her lips, her face, shoulders and breasts are flushed with her pleasure as he continues to pump deep and strong into her, her muscles contracting around his shaft, milking him, taking him in as deep as she can, inside her soul, her mind?. she is consumed by him?.the power of his thrusts are the only reality in her world?.his pumping starts to gain in speed, his breathing is harsh and there is a sheen of sweat on his body and hers?.his eyes are locked on hers?. and she gives him another part of herself, another piece of her soul as a second orgasm crashes through her, she arches into him and holds her breasts up to him, an offering that he is quick to acknowledge?bending to her he takes a swollen nipple into his mouth and gently bites it and she screams with the agony/ecstasy of it as her body convulses with the sensations shooting through to her very core?.
He brings her legs up to rest on his shoulders and pushes in even further?his strokes are faster now, his time is close?he increases his pace and hears her moans from far away, every muscle in his body tenses as he shoots his life force into her?.as she contracts her muscles around him?.he is pumping still, trying to hold onto the indescribable feeling of release that permeates every molecule of his body?.he looks down into her face, her head is back and her eyes are closed?.but there is a tear sliding from the corner of her eye?.Oh darling, did I hurt you?.and she opens her eyes and smiles at him?.no, not hurt?is all she answers?.he knows the depth of her words, for he feels them too?.he gently lowers her legs and touches her centre again, and she jumps at his touch?Oh please, lay beside me?.let me come back down to Earth first?.he does as she wishes and she cuddles into him, laying her head on his shoulder, her hand rests over his heart, and she is quiet and he waits knowing that she is searching for something to say?.she lifts her face to stare into his eyes and he can read her thoughts so easily?.he knows the joy he's given her?it's there in the glow on her beautiful face?.
I never thought I'd ever feel this?.thank you?.I don't know what else to say?.he smiles and leans over to kiss her, showing her with his mouth what his lips can't tell her?.that she too has given him something special?.he sighs and lays back taking her in his arms and laying her on top of him, running his firm hands down her back, massaging gently and just as gently scratching her back?.he chuckles as he hears her purring?.Shall I get my pretty puss a bowl of cream he asks and she answers back, only yours, I want only yours?..and sits up straddling him, she looks victorious as she grins down to him?and I will have it, every last drop of it?.please.
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