FIREBIRD RETURNS......

I've been on Blogger since 2010, writing on three separate blogs.  Liked it here, liked the program... and can't beat the price.  When I first started 'SHE WRITES' Blogger/Blogspot had a disclaimer for adult content.  No problem - I thought it was a great idea.  Then after a few years, they decided they would no longer permit 'porn'.... so I BOUGHT a Blogger domain, where I could write and publish what I want.  So far, so good....

Within weeks of their decision, after the excrement his the oscillating device, Google reversed their decision to censor their authors.  Rather than switch back, I stayed on the paid domain - because I'd paid for it!

Today, I received an email that said:

Hello,
We wanted to make you aware that we are upgrading our services and making some changes to better support your domain. As part of this upgrade, Whois privacy will now be provided by Contact Privacy Inc. according to the Contact Privacy Inc. Terms of Service. These upgrades will affect the following domain:  firebirdwrites.com

Sooooooooo... I'm not a techie, and I know nothing about this outfit Google is handing me off to, but to make a long story short - I ain't going!

I spent this morning moving all my 'stuff' back to the free side of blogger. I'll stay there until they have another round of censorship.... when that happens, and it WILL, I will take all THREE of my blogs and hit the road.

I still have a Wordpress account, and they permit 'mature' content, as long as it's not child porn or violence.  That will be my first stop in my journey to maintain my free speech.....

In the mean time.... enjoy!

THE BASEMENT...PART 1

The car arrived promptly at 8:00.

She was dressed in a black full length dress that fastened at the back of the neck... with a plunging front that showed a bit of cleavage. backless, dipping to just above the crack of her ass, giving just a hint of the perfect ass below. She picked up her purse and walked out to get in the car, as the driver opened the door.

‘Thank you, Andre’………… she said, as she entered the rear seat and swung her legs around, settling back on the soft leather of the limo. Andre closed the door and assumed his seat behind the wheel.

‘Partition up or down, Miss?’. He asked, as the door locks click and the car begins to pull away from the curb.
‘Up, please’ she replied, as she looked around and saw the chilled bottle of wine and the exquisite crystal glass……. Pouring herself a glass of wine, she breathed deeply, taking in the smell of leather as she sipped hungrily at the glass.

The car arrived within a short time……. And as it pulled to a gentle stop at the bottom of the steps, she saw him standing there, elegantly dressed in eveningwear and waiting for her. He glided down the stairs to meet the car, waiting as Andre opens the rear door. She swung her legs around and planted them firmly on the ground, as he extended his elegantly clad arm. Exiting the limo, she grasped his arm and stood, trying to steady her shaking knees.

‘Hello, my darling……. You look positively radiant tonight’ he said, as they walk together up the stairs and into the house, her hand gripping his arm and her other hand barely lifting her skirt to clear the steps.

She was always taken aback when she entered his elegant home….. The foyer lit by a chandelier 20’ in the air….. The aroma of the fire in the den…. The low light from the candlelight in the dining room just down the hall and to the left……. And the solid mahogany door that leads to……….

He walked her into the sitting room – a very masculine place furnished in leather and elegant antiques. He turned and says.’ A glass of wine, my darling?’ and she nodded. His wine selections were always a wonderful surprise. She sat on the edge of the leather love seat while he poured two glasses. She studied his movements as he walked to her, and took the glass he offered. *clink*…. ‘To a wonderful evening, my darling’….. and she lifted her glass to meet his before taking a sip.

As he walked to the fireplace and took a poker in hand and jiggled the logs, she inhaled sharply as she took in this fine figure of a man……. Tall, athletic build…… elegantly clad in a tailored tux……… his blue eyes sparkling in the firelight. Her feelings for him were plain….. She's totally taken by him… it shows in the way she looks at him. And the way he looks at her makes her know the feelings are returned....

This is not the first time she’s been to his home. They have shared many dinners, quiet evenings of conversation…… she has even spent several nights of lovemaking in his bed. As a lover, he is by far the best she has ever had. Nights of intense passion…… followed by morning of more passion.

But for some reason, tonight seemed…. different.

‘I am having dinner brought in tonight……… I hope you don’t mine, my love’ he said, as he poured another glass of wine for them both.

‘Absolutely not, my darling…. Whatever you have chosen will be perfect, I’m sure.’

*clink* as they touch glasses……. And he leans in to kiss her lips. Sliding his hand behind her head and pulling her close, he kisses her deeply, his tongue searching her mouth…. And she responds, kissing him back, breathing in his breath, filling her lungs with him as he exhales………….and then pulling back, he stands, offering her his hand. She takes it and stands, and after finishing her glass of wine, sets the glass on the table and turns to face him. He sets his empty glass down and takes her in his arms, kissing her deeply as he pulls her hard against him. The kiss lasts as their hearts race…. And then he pulls back and smiles into her eyes………. ‘I have a surprise for you, my love…… a little something I made for you this week….. would you like to see?

Smiling, she nods…….. and he wraps his arm around her and steers her towards the foyer and down the hall they walk, arms around each other………

He pauses at the large, dark door and kisses her deeply, pulling her against him hard. She kisses him hungrily, torn between this moment of passion and curiosity about what’s behind this ominous door. As he pulls gently back, he opens the door and steps aside, allowing her to precede him down the stairs.

The lighting is very dim as she descends the stairs…. and the scent of musk fills the air. As the reach the bottom, he adjusts the lighting so that only the center of the room is lit…… the perimeter in shadows. He wraps his arm around her waist and guides her to the center of the room…. and he steps back and allows her to take in the scene….

A large ‘table’ dominates the center of the room…….. Upholstered in kid leather in pale shade of cream. a golden metal ring at each corner. Curious, she walks to the table, lightly touching it with her hand and then turning to face him, smiling, a puzzled look on her beautiful face. He smiles and walks forward, touching her face with his hand and kissing her lightly.

‘For you, my love……. Would you like to try it out?’ and as he speaks he wraps his arms tightly around her and kisses her deeply.

‘Yes…. I would love to’ she replies, blushing as she looks into his eyes.

Taking her in his arms, he kisses her deeply, while sliding his hand up her back and gently unfastening her dress at the base of her neck. And then, stepping back, he smiles into her eyes as her dress falls to the floor and puddles at her feet, and he gasps as she stands naked before him.

Gripping her hair in his fist, he kisses her hard, as his other hand slides into his pocket and withdraws a pair of golden bracelets. Still locked in a passionate embrace, he clicks a bracelet on each wrist…. And then he steps back and looks at her beauty, standing before him, the bracelets sparkling in the light and nothing more on her exquisite body. He withdraws another pair of bracelets, and kneeling, he clasps one around each perfect ankle…. Then sliding his hands up her legs to her hips, and continuing up her sides to her breasts……… ending cupping her face and kissing her passionately. She stands perfectly still, savoring his touch……. Smiling in to his cobalt blues eye………… knowing.

He bends, lifting her in his arms and walking to the table, places her on it gently, laying her on her back as he smiles at her. Standing at her left foot, he attaches the bracelet on her ankle to a small ring on the table. Then moving counterclockwise around the table he locks her right ankle, her right wrist and finally her left wrist to a ring at each corner of the table. Walking to a bank of light switches, he dims all the lights except for two that illuminate her face and body.

‘Are you comfortable, my love?’….. and she smiles.

… continued…….

THE BASEMENT...PART 2

She turns her head slightly in the direction of his voice but she can’t find him in the dim perimeter of the room, so she listens carefully, trying to identify the sounds. Somewhere to her left, she hears what she thinks is the shuffling of feet and then to her right she hears a metallic sound – almost a squeak, and in her heightened state, she can’t identify that sound either. After only a moment, he’s beside her, his body bare from the waist up and holding a peacock feather in one hand. He lays something on the table by her left foot, and then walks around to her head, leans down, and kisses her moist lips. Then whispering softly in her ear, he says ‘all you have to say is STOP, my darling’ and the evening will end.’ She smiles into his eyes and whispers ‘thank you, my love.’

And with that, he lightly brushes her face with the tip of the feather, causing her to grin and wriggle her nose. As the feather passes down her throat to her breasts, she draws in a quick breath as she feels her nipples become rigid. Lifting her head a little, she watches the path of the feather as it moves from one nipple to the other, making them ache for more. Then the feather travels down her tummy to her hips, dusting them for a moment before moving down to her perfectly rounded mound. Laying her head back, she moans softly as she closes her eyes, feeling nothing but the wispiness of the feather tracing her skin. Down each leg and back up the inside of her thighs, she trembles, trying to keep her breathing normal. As the feather approaches her breasts again, she suddenly feels his teeth on her left nipple and she gasps, feeling the stirring begin between her legs. As he increases the pressure, she begins to whine softly as she opens and closes her fists, and just before she is about to cry out, he releases her nipple, steps around the table, and takes her other nipple in his teeth. Sucking it into his mouth, he flicks it with his tongue and then begins to apply pressure with his teeth. Again she whines softly, biting her bottom lip in an effort to remain silent. As he releases her breast, he kisses up her chest to her throat, and up her neck to her tender lips, kissing her deeply before stepping back into the shadows.

A noise by her foot causes her to glance in that direction and she sees a familiar figure standing by the table. It’s Andre, the driver, his ‘man’, and he’s holding a gold chain in his hands. Andre looks in the direction above her head and after a moment, he moves forward and attaches a small golden clamp to her left nipple. The sharp pain causes her to gasp and Andre quickly steps around the table and fastens an identical clamp to her erect right nipple. She quickly lifts her head to look at her breasts, and sees that they are joined by a thin sparkling gold chain, and there, attached in the center, is another longer chain that is laying on her tummy, forming a ‘Y’ of gold. After a quick look above her head, Andre nods and steps back into the perimeter darkness.

Her lover appears, walks to the foot of the table and places a shiny silver box near her left foot. Then he leans forward and catches the end of the long chain and gently begins to pull. As her nipples are tugged downward, she lifts her head again and gasps as a sharp pain shoots through them, and as he continues to pull slowly she opens her mouth, letting out a throaty moan. Holding the end of the chain in one hand, he spreads her damp lips open with the other hand and carefully attaches a third clamp to the top of her clit, adjusting the chain to the perfect tautness to keep pressure on her nipples and her clit. She lets out a long, low moan as her eyes find his. Standing at the foot of the table between her outstretched legs, he leans forward and slides his tongue slowly up her slit until he touches the clamp, and then all the way back down, tasting her wetness. His eyes never leaving hers, he whispers…. ‘You are ready, aren’t you, my love?’… and she silently nods.
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....continued....

THE BASEMENT....PART 3

With a snap of his finger, Andre steps out of the darkness and places a black satin sleep mask over her eyes and then melts back into the surroundings, and her world is plunged into total night. ‘Thank you, Andre…. I will call you if I need you.’ She hears a door close and she realizes she is totally alone and vulnerable. Watching from his place at the foot of the table, he steps back and presses a button on a remote control and the bright lights above her change to a soft infrared, casting her luscious body in a soft, pink glow. Standing between her thighs, he slides his hands up her hips and whispers, ‘slow, shallow breaths…. try to relax’ and she remembers – all she has to say is STOP’. She closes her eyes tightly and inhales as the pain in her nipples subsides.

 She feels his hands on her, aware of nothing else in the world but his symmetrical touch as he caresses her skin…. Another little shiver, but this time it’s a shiver of pleasure as his hands meet on her soft mound and gently press open the petals of her flower, revealing the swelling, throbbing bud inside. Bending, he flicks her clit with his tongue – once, twice, back and forth…. while watching the shiny gold chain glisten in the light as it transfers the sensation to her nipples. Feeling her wetness grow, he buries his tongue inside her at the same moment she tilts her hips up to his mouth and groans in pain and pleasure. Moving his tongue in and out of her, he feels her body begin to tense as she presses her heels into the table and tries to thrust her hips up. Smiling, he pulls back, watching her inner lips clench, trying to pull him back in. Blowing his warm breath on her, he gently rubs her tummy and brings her back from the edge. He watches her chest rise and fall as she gasps for breath, seeing the chains straining and knowing the intense and pleasurable pain she’s now feeling.

Taking the feather in hand again, he lightly brushes her face and again she crinkles her nose. As the fingers of the feather sweep over her nipples she begins to breathe deeply, not caring that the fine, gossamer chains are pulling at her. She tugs against her wrist restraints and whines softly, wishing she could see the progress of the feather rather than only feel it as it sweeps lightly down each arms and across her palms. Her mind follows it’s path as it wafts down her body, her nerve endings aflame with the sensations.

As the feather brushes the length of each leg, down to her toes and back up the inside of her legs, she gasps as it floats across her ‘V’, sending chills up her spine. Opening and closing her fists, she resists the urge to scream with pleasure, and when she feels his lips on her inner thighs, she presses her hands flat on the table and holds her breath. The brush of his mustache replaces the feather as he kisses his way up, alternating left to right and back, nibbling her skin, licking gently. Using his thumbs, he spreads her tender lips again, exposing the moistness that had surrounded and protected her clit. He feels her legs begin to tremble as he presses his tongue agains her clit, and then closes his lips around it. As he sucks, his teeth tap the clamp, causing her nipples to stretch and making her moan. Sliding a hand back to her tummy, he feels her tensing again and he whispers ‘not yet…… not yet’.

Leaning back, he reaches into the silver box at his side and withdraws a lifelike toy, about 8” long, natural feeling, thick……. and curved. He wets it against her moist lips and then slowly begins to slide it in her so that the tip curves up towards his other hand, which is still resting on her tummy. Pressing steadily, he continues filling her until that moment the tip finds it target and she moans loudly and arches her back. Her fists open and close against the restraints as her ‘ahhhhhhhhhhhh’s’ fill the room. She rolls her head from side to side and moans as her body again begins to build towards an orgasm…. Her nipples red and hard, her clit throbbing…… as she feels him push in and pull back, push in, pull back……..each thrust touching her soul. As he feels her tensing again, he pushes the dildo in deeply and holds it there. She tries tilting her hips up, digging her heels into the table and lifting her ass but there’s no slack in her bindings and she can’t. He remains motionless for a few moments, allowing this wave to pass. Trembling, she gasps for breath as she silently screams – YES! YES!

Reaching into the box again, he withdraws a gold oval vibrator, flicks it on with one finger, and lays the cold, buzzing ‘egg’ on her clit, at the same moment he against starts massaging her ‘Gspot’ with the dildo. The vibrations travel up the golden chains, igniting a fire in her nipples that matches the fire inside her and as her body begins to tighten one final time as she strains to be free, he knows he can no longer push back her tidal wave of pleasure. She cries out his name and explodes…. wave after wave washing over and through her as she pours forth a steady trickle of her cream, feeling it seeping out of her and down between her cheeks. Straining to lift her body off the table and clawing at the restraints, she cums over and over, clamping and clenching with internal convulsions of pleasure, slowing only when she is totally drained and sated…….. her breasts rising and falling as she gasps for air. He slowly withdraws the dildo and removes the tiny vibrator, and leans down, burying his face in her and lapping up her sweet, musky offering.

She hardly feels her ankles and wrists being released, and it’s a few moments before she reaches up and removes the eyeshade… and finds her lover’s eyes in the glowing light. He removes the clamps on her clit and nipples and lays them aside and walks to the other end of the table.

Leaning over her, he kisses her tenderly, sharing the sweet taste of her that covers his lips and his mustache. As the kiss deepens, he sweeps her into his embrace, holding her limp body against his, cradling her in the safety of his love.….

And with a flick of his finger on the remote, he slowly dims the lights to black…..

TINY HANDS

He is everything I’m not…..

Looking for an island………… quiet….. serene…………. but can he settle for that?  It’s not his lifestyle………….I want to walk on a beach…. wriggle my toes in the white sand… watch the water wash over them………. soothing….. warm water……….. holding his hand …. and four other little hands….did I say little…. trusting hands…too tiny to know… too many hands? 

Timing……………

DANCE WITH ME...... MY ONLY LOVE

Standing barefooted..... holding you in my arms... as the music begins..... swaying slowly against you.... eyes closed.... inhaling you..... wonderful..... tonight.......



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQlgcjosN9w

INTRODUCTIONS - PART 1

She had taken the day off to get ready for the party…. It was finally the right time for him to meet her friends and she was so excited, knowing they would all adore him.

Everything was ready as she looked around…. The bar was stocked; the ice bin filled…wine and beer chilling…. House clean from stem to stern… the leaf in the table and the and the Army/Navy linen tablecloth her mom had given her was spread and fit perfectly from end to end….guests would be arriving around 7:00 and the fare was heavy hors d’oeuvres and there was little left to do.

There was a standing rib on the grill, to be cooked medium rare and then thinly sliced and served with homemade horseradish sauce and spicy mustard, and individual Yorkshire puddings she would pop in the oven at just the last moment, made from the delicious drippings from the roast. Salt cod and crab fritters ready to pop in the fryer – he loved those; spicy pickled pearl onions she had made yesterday, chilling and ready to serve – he loved those. Warm marinated olives – dear lord, did he have any IDEA how hard it was to find REAL fresh olives in North Carolina! Gazpacho shots with cucumber slices (from her garden), assorted cheeses and breads, fresh fruit, mangos with pepper, grilled peaches; potato skins cooked crispy and adorned with fresh herbs (also from her garden)…

She stood at the range, barefoot and a mess, finishing off her clam chowder as she heard the door open and close. Oh no! She had wanted to be done and showered before he arrived, but no chance now. She sensed rather than heard him walk up behind her and then he pressed against her from behind, pinning her to the stove. With one hand he lifted her long hair off her damp neck and kissed just below her ear. His other hand slid around and gently brushed over her breasts, and then slid up to caress her throat. She gasped at the unfamiliar pressure and felt her breathing increase, as she leaned her head back against his shoulder.

As he nibbled her ear he whispered, ‘Why are you dressed like this, little one? You know how I like you to be naked when I arrive home,’ as the pressure on her throat increased. She tried to turn her head to face him but he held her too firmly.

Whispering back to him, she said ‘I’m so sorry, Darling…. I lost track of time and I’ve been so busy getting everything just right.’

Releasing her throat, he stepped back and said, ‘I will let this go, THIS TIME. But do not let it happen again or there will be consequences.’ She swallowed hard and nodded, ‘of course, Darling. I will be more careful in the future.’

Smiling, he turned to head for the bedroom. ‘I will lay out your clothes for tonight – they will be on the bed.’ And with that, he left the kitchen. She leaned against the stove for support because her knees were weak, and as she stirred the chowder, she was amazed at the dampness she was feeling. His voice and his touch always did this to her, but he had never pressed her throat…. never. She turned the fire off under the chowder and set the pot on the back burner. Grabbing a paper towel, she blotted her face and neck… and then she turned the hood fan up in an attempt to cool off the kitchen and herself.

She left the kitchen and headed for the bedroom. When she walked in, he was just entering from the bathroom, a towel around his waist and his body glistening with droplets of water. She smiled at him because she loved looking at him like this. Though he was a good bit older than her, he was a beautiful physical specimen and he ate right and exercised religiously to keep in great shape. As she stood admiring him, he crooked his finger for her to come there and as she obeyed, he loosened the towel and let it fall to the floor at his feet. When she stood in front of him, he ran his fingers into her hair and kissed her hard. Then he gently but firmly pushed her down to her knees, still gripping her hair until she was kneeling in front of him. She let her hands slide up the back of his hard calves as he pressed her face to his groin. How she loved the smell of him…… and without coaxing, she took the head of his cock between her lips and swirled her tongue around the tip….feeling him begin to grow. His soft moans told her of his pleasure as she continued to caress him with her tongue. She moved her head freely, though his hand was still in her hair, and it wasn’t long before he was fully aroused and throbbing. She slid one hand up to cup his balls as she sucked softly, moving her head up and down the length of his shaft. Though his balls were smooth, the hair at the base of his cock tickled her nose as she tried to take all of him in her mouth. Standing rigid and still, his moans increased, as did the pressure from his hand on her head. She closed her eyes and gasped for breath because she knew………… oh God…… he thrust his hips forward, pressing her head hard onto him, and filled her throat with his cock, daring her to gag as her eyes widened……..he held her there, not moving except for the throbbing of his cock, until she felt his explosion deep in her throat, her muscles contracting wildly as she tried to breathe and could not, fighting the gag reflex because of his depth, panic gripping her chest as he filled her with his seed………… tears filled her eyes as he thrust deeply – once, twice, three times!!!!! AGHHHH! And the moment he yanked her head back, she swallowed his gift and gasped for air, hoping he wouldn’t be upset that she was trembling and panting.

'Ahhhh little one…. I love how you love me….. and how I love you. Stand, my darling, and let me taste my seed, feel the slickness on your teeth.' He gently pulled her to her feet by her hair and kissed her lips, sweeping her mouth with his tongue as he breathed into her, filling her lungs with his strength. As the kiss ended, he smiled into her eyes, turned her by her shoulders, and gave her a little smack on the butt. ‘To the shower with you, my little bird….I will be here when you finish.’

She smiled and dashed into the bathroom. Quickly stepping out of her shorts and T, she cranked the shower on high and slipped in. First the shampoo, loving the wonderfully erotic scent of the vanilla that she always used. Then the giant sea sponge and vanilla soap, making a wonderful creamy lather all over her body. And finally, washing her sex…. smiling as she recalled how wet he made her earlier.

Stepping from the shower, she toweled her hair and wrapped that towel into a turban around her head. Then with another towel, she dried her body and then wrapped that towel around her. At the sink, she put on deodorant and then took the hairdryer in hand, removed the towel around her head, and reached for the brush. Working on the tangles, she smiled as her blonde hair flew in the hot air, and very soon her hair was dry. He had told her to leave it down tonight so she brushed it one last time. She then applied the tiniest bit of makeup… just a little color to her cheeks and a light touch of mascara… he hated heavy makeup, and the fact was, she did too.

She removed the other towel and hung both on the bars on the back of the door, and walked into the bedroom.

He was standing by the bed, hair nicely combed, wearing only his boxer/briefs. She smiled, a little surprised that he wasn’t dressed already. He turned when he heard her and walked to her, again gripping her hair and kissing her hard as his free hand explored her body. Still kissing her, he navigated her to the bed and as the back of her legs felt the side of the bed, he gently laid her back on the soft coverlet. He released her hair and took her ankles in his hands, and as he kneeled by the edge of the bed, he placed her feet over his shoulders and buried his face between her legs. A gasp escaped her lips as his thumbs spread her labia and he sucked her clitoris into his mouth. The ferocity of his mouth made her arch and cry out, and she gripped the bedding in her fists as she began to shake. He moved his head from side to side, tugging on her, as her tiny bud began to swell and protrude from it’s little hood. He slid his huge hands under her cheeks and pulled up into his mouth as he sucked deeply and hard. He felt her heels dig into his back as she arched her hips and washed his probing tongue with her sweet cream. As she clamped over and over on his tongue, her orgasm continued in waves, until finally she was spent and limp, laughing softly as he moaned and licked her clean. She lifted her legs from his shoulders and lowered her feet to the floor, and he kissed his way up her tummy to her breasts, sucking each gently before moving on to her mouth, where he kissed her passionately, sharing the taste of her orgasm with her. She held his face in her hands and smiled at how his cheeks glistened with her juices.

They laid in each others arms for a couple of minutes and then he rose and slipped on his trousers. She propped her head on one hand and watched him as he put on his shirt and stand over her while he buttoned it and then rolled the sleeves up a couple of turns. Then she hopped up to get dressed.

He had put out a black dress for her… tiny capped sleeves, V-cut in the front with two panels of fabric criss-crossing her breasts and gathering at the waist to form a soft, flowing skirt. He had selected a gold chain belt – one he had bought for her… hooking in the front but with varying lengths of chain hanging all the way around. Black sandals with low heels and straps that went half way up her legs. No nylons….. no panties…… no bra.

He lifted the dress and she raised her arms as he slipped it down over her body. The skirt came to just above her knees, and the V-neck plunged nearly to her waist, but the top was snug enough that there was no danger in her ‘slipping out’. He fastened the belt in the back and then stepped back to admire her. She grinned and gave a little wiggle as he watched. Reaching in his pocket, he brought out two tiny black things she had never seen, and with one hand he pulled the top of the dress aside, exposing her right breast. He attached a tiny clamp to her nipple and she winced and cried out immediately. Using his thumb and forefinger, he reduced the pressure until the pain was less intense. Then he did the same thing to her left nipple. God! The pain was almost bearable. She looked down, just knowing these would be visible thru the dress, but oddly enough they were not.

‘Do not touch these tonight, little one,’ he whispered. ‘I may adjust them during the evening.’ She swallowed hard and smiled up at him, trying not to feel the pain in her nipples.

He took her hands in his and placed a wide gold bracelet on each wrist and clamped them closed firmly in place. Then he fastened a matching wide gold choker style necklace around her throat, kissing her neck as he clicked it shut.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and reached for her shoes, but he quickly knelt and slipped them on her feet for her, lacing the thin straps up her ankles. She smiled into his eyes as he slowly let his hands ride up the inside of her legs, meeting right there, at her still damp mound. He tickled her there with one finger, and then removed his hands, brushing one finger over his upper lip. ‘So I can smell you all night,’ he grinned.

He extended his hand to her and she took it and rose from the bed, and together they walked to the bedroom door, ready for a few last minute tasks before their guests began arriving……

……………. TO BE CONTINUED....

INTRODUCTIONS..PART 2

As they walked out of the bedroom, he kissed her lightly on the cheek and then turned and headed for the bar. He surveyed everything and approved. Then he poured himself a glass of white port (she had ORDERED this just for him!) and poured her a glass of Riesling. When he arrived in the kitchen with wine in hand, she smiled and took the glass from him and handed him a large pan and a pair of ‘turkey lifters’ – giant forks for lifting and moving large cuts of meat. ‘To the grill, sweetheart….. and pleeeeeeeeease don’t forget that I need the drippings for the Yorkshire pudding.’ He took the utensils and headed out the door, laughing. She poured the chowder in the slow cooker and set it on the table, surrounded by bowls, spoons, and a basket of crackers. She set the oven on 450 for the Yorkshire pudding and removed the batter from the refrigerator. The muffin pans were ready so she checked THAT task off her list. Next was a tray of strawberries with bowls of melted chocolate and Roquefort dressing for dipping (do not say ugh – try it!) Grilled peaches and mascarpone cheese with honey, and stuffed dates wrapped in bacon were next.

She began placing other cold cuts, cheeses, breads and salads on the table… nuts and chips were scattered around the rooms. A huge bowl of chilled, boiled shrimp anchored one end of the table, with cocktail and remoulade sauces for dipping. He came in the door carrying the standing rib…. it looked perfectly cooked, the beef/charcoal smell filling the house immediately. He went back for the drippings and to close down the grill. The roast would need to ‘rest’ a bit before carving. The desserts (cheesecake, crème brulee, and ‘death by chocolate’ pie) would remain in the refrigerator until later. The coffee pot was set up and ready on the bar, only requiring the start button to be pushed; cups, cream and sugar nearby. As she stood looking around and making mental notes of things yet to do, he slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. As his arms pressed against her breasts, she winced involuntarily and he laughed softly in her ear. ‘Relax, little one – I want you to come to enjoy the pain.’

She turned and kissed him tenderly, just as the doorbell rang. Grabbing his hand, they headed to the door, and the evening began.

He was a wonderful guest of honor and a gracious host, and she smiled as she watched him work the crowd of about 16. And she was right – they loved him. He was friendly and attentive, answering any and all questions, asking ones of his own – and he was amazing at remembering names and knowing who was with whom. He was the center of the evening, as had been her hope and plan, and she stood back and enjoyed watching him. He really WAS an utterly charming man and she was deeply in love with him, but they had issues, not the least of which were age and background. Obstacles to be overcome, hurdles to be jumped…. Who knew where it would lead, but here, now, today – she was mad about him and he was insanely in love with her.


As the evening progressed, several of her girlfriends took her aside with comments like ‘ooooo…. He’s gorgeous!’ or ‘Gawd, I want him if you don’t!’ She simply smiled and sipped her wine. Sometimes he would look her way and she would lift her glass a bit and wink at him. Now his eyes were boring into hers and he tipped his head ever so slightly towards the bedroom, and started walking in that direction. She waited a minute and then excused herself from the group she was talking to and followed him into the room, closing the door softly. He stepped out of the darkness and took her in his arms, pulling her tight to his chest, nearly crushing her. He pressed her ever so gently against the door, kissing her passionately, hungrily… as if he had been starving for her, which he had been. He slid his hands to her shoulders and peeled her dress off and back, exposing her breasts.

Watching her face in the glow of the moonlight, he tightened the clamps on each nipple, hearing her whine at the pain and sensing her legs buckling. He slid the dress back in place and wrapped her in his arms again, leaning down and nibbling her neck before kissing the tears from her eyes. As he stepped back from her, he opened the door and allowed her to leave ahead of him, and a smile lit his face as he watched her regal stride as she crossed the room.

The evening was ending as the two of them served dessert and coffee to the guests, most of whom had migrated to the porch. The night was cool and there was a mostly full moon lighting the yard and adjacent field, a perfect evening to sit on and listen to the music of the night. He sat in a chaise, leaning back with his legs spread, and she was nestle between them and leaning back against this chest. His arms were wrapped around her and her arms covered his. She shivered and grinned as she felt his hand slide inside the V of her dress front, the movement protected by the darkness. She was talking with a colleague, trying to keep her voice calm when suddenly she felt his fingers teasing and tugging her nipple. When the clamp came free, she gasped, feeling the rush of blood returning, and feeling her pulse pounding between her legs. She pressed her back against him and arched involuntarily, feeling her clitoris begin to throb. She heard him softly chuckle and she knew he knew what was happening. She had completely lost track of the conversation and as she tried desperately to catch up, he began to roll her tender nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She shifted her arms over his because she just KNEW everyone on the porch could see his hand inside her dress. Her other nipple was on fire, still tightly clamped and throbbing unmercifully. She wasn’t sure she could bear the pain (WAS it pain? What a strange thought!) but she forced herself not to cry out. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, ‘Do NOT cum, little one,’ and as he again kissed the back of her neck, her body shuddered in the darkness. All she could think of was – would these people ever leave!!!!

Almost as if reading her mind, one by one her friends started to stand and carry their dishes into the kitchen. She hopped up and was about to follow them into the kitchen when she realized her dress was stuck to her but thankfully masked by the darkness. She gave a gentle tug and freed itm hoping there was no visible sign of her wetness. Dear Lord, she whispered to herself, and as she stepped forward again she felt him standing behind her. His hand slid into the back of her belt and he guided her towards the door. She let her hand drop causally behind her as they walked, and she brushed it across the front of his trousers, feeling the bulge beneath the fabric, and again she was painfully aware of her aching, sensitive nipple and the throbbing between her legs.

They stood together by the door, bidding each visitor good night as her friends (and now THEIR friends) thanked them for their hospitality and the fun evening. Hugs and kisses all around, each one a torment if her nipple happened to brush an arm or someone’s chest. Suddenly she realized that SHE was the one initiating such contact because of the sensation it caused. They stood together on the front porch until the last car was gone, waving goodbye. He took her hand and they went back inside and she closed and locked the door as he flipped off the outside light.

They grinned at each other and let out a collective ‘whew’ – alone at last! He turned and went into the sunroom and began collecting dirty dishes and glasses while she went to the table and started packaging things for the refrigerator or tossing them in the garbage. She quickly filled the dishwasher in the kitchen and then went into the bar, filling that dishwasher with barware. She poured them each a small glass of brandy and as she walked back into the sunroom, he was coming in from carrying out the trash. She walked to him and held out the glass, which he took from her and clinked gently against hers. Not a word had been spoken since the last guest left. He walked around the room cutting off the lamps, and then he took her hand in his and led her to the couch. He took her brandy glass and set it, along with his, on the coffee table. She was about to sit when he pulled her back gently. ‘I didn’t tell you to sit.’ And she stopped dead in her tracks. He walked behind her and she felt his fingers against her back as he unfastened her belt. He lifted her hair off her neck and caressed her skin with his tongue, whispering to her, ‘Remove your dress…. do it slowly’, and with that, he moved around to sit on the couch so he could watch her.

She stood motionless for a moment, until he repeated ‘DO IT’ and slowly she slid her left hand inside the V of her dress top. Moving her hand up to her shoulder she pushed the fabric away, shrugged her shoulder just enough to free it, and let the fabric slide down and off her arm. She looked down at her tender, bruised nipple and was amazed to see how erect it was. She tilted her head back a little and shook her hair as she reached inside the dress again, this time with her right hand pushing the black silk from her left shoulder, taking extra care not to touch the clamped nipple, which was now white and flat inside the clamp. The elastic at the waist of the dress stopped it from falling to the floor, and as she watched his eyes, she hooked her thumbs inside the elastic and slowly, seductively eased the dress over her hips. She released it so that it slid down her legs into a small pile at her feet. ‘Step out,’ he said, and she lifted each foot in turn and stepped back and out of the dress. He picked up the dress and tossed it in a nearby chair. ‘Turn around,’ and she slowly rotated until her back was to the couch and him. She heard, rather than saw her chain belt in his hands, and she felt the cool metal against her naked flesh as he fastened it around her waist again. He took each of her hands and one at a time, fastened a short length of the belt to the gold bracelet on her wrists. She tugged gently to test the bindings and was relieved that she wasn’t tightly restricted. A sudden ‘whack’ on her bare ass caused her to jump – the sound scaring her more than the pain. ‘I didn’t tell you to move, did I?’

‘N-N-No’, she whispered, unconsciously straightening her back and opening and closing her hands.

‘Step forward, one step’ and her obedience was immediate. He stood and walked around to face her, smiled as his eyes met hers. ‘I’m going to take you tonight, little one…. as you’ve never been taken. I will make you mine in the most intimate way.’... and he slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. He removed it and dropped it on the chair with her dress, and he picked up the brandy glass and held it to her lips. She sipped it and felt a tiny dribble start its way down her chin. He set the glass down, grabbed her head by her hair and bent her it back, licking the wine from her chin. He continued licking, down her throat and over to her shoulder, still pulling on her hair. He cupped her chin is his hand and kissed her deeply before releasing her chin and her hair. ’Kneel, little one,’ he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. Again, her obedience was immediate. She knelt, knees apart slightly, sitting back on her feet as she gripped the heels of her shoes in her hands. He stood before her and removed his belt, tossing it on the chair. Then he stepped out of his shoes and moved them aside while he unfastened his trousers and slowly unzipped them. Sliding them down his legs, he watched her eyes as she looked at the bulge in his underwear. Standing on one foot, and then the other, he removed his socks and then slipped his underwear down his muscular legs.

‘Open your mouth, sweetheart, and extend your tongue,’ and she did. He took his thick cock in his hand and gently tap-tap-tapped her tongue. She resisted the urge to close her lips around him – somehow she knew he would tell her to do it if that’s what he wanted. It seemed he didn’t, as he continued tapping her tongue, and then her lips, and then her face with his growing penis. When he finally told her to lick him, she leaned in eagerly, burying her face in his groin and lapping at him, nibbling and licking all over as he gently pressed her head against him. After a moment or two, a growl escaped his throat and he told her to stand, as he began pulling her to her feet by her hair. He guided her around to the back of the couch and pushed her against it, her hips pressing against the cool leather. He forced her forward and forced her head down, bending her at the waist over the back of the couch, her soft, round ass in the air with her bound hands resting on it. With his knee, he nudged her legs apart as he began to caress her… his hands gliding up and down her legs, over them, between them. He squeezed her cheeks, kneading the flesh until it was red. He smiled as he listened to her moans, and every minute or two, he would rub his hand against her mound and press a finger between her lips, feeling her wetness growing. Her breasts were pressed hard against the couch cushions and the slightest movement brought a piercing pain to her left nipple. Had he forgotten the clamp was on her? Should she ask him to remove it? She felt his hips against her bottom as his hands caressed her back and her arms, which were beginning to ache a little. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it between her legs, stroking her throbbing clitoris and listening to her moans increasing. He found her warm wet entrance and in a single hard thrust, rammed his cock inside her and held it deep, her arousal causing her to clamp down on him again and again. He bent his knees and pushed upward into her, now lifting her feet off the floor. He gripped her hair in his fist and pulled her head back as he rammed deeper and deeper into her. In a gentle, urging voice, he groaned to her ‘I want you to cum… little one… NOW!!!!’ And with a mighty thrust he slammed into her, lifting her at the same moment he reached down and pulled the clamp from her nipple. She screamed in pain as her orgasm began and then she cried out in pleasure as he continued moving in and out of her, faster and deeper, until she coated his cock with her cream.

Still slamming into her, he said, ‘Spread yourself for me with your hands…….. do it now… show me!’ and she grabbed her cheeks as best she could and opened herself to him. He plunged into her wetness one last time, withdrew, and placed the head of his cum-soaked cock against her tight puckered opening. ‘Take a deep breath, my darling…… take me… relax and take me’ and he leaned in, yes, steady pressure until she gave way, yes, and took him there, yes, digging her nails into her cheeks as he went deeper and deeper in her, yes, her empty vagina clamping in an orgasmic frenzy. He took her slow and deep, yes, repeatedly, his hands on her hips, pulling her back onto him, yes, burying himself in her. He leaned his head back and let out a guttural moan as he exploded inside her, yes, filling her with his seed, yes! He felt the warm moistness of her next orgasm on his balls as she squirted in release. He smiled as he continued to glide in and out of her, oh yes, until he had been completely drained by her muscles. His cock still deep in her, he reached up and released the chains attached to her bracelets. She dropped her hands to the couch cushion and pushed to lift herself upright. Slowly she straightened her body, still clamping him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back tight to his chest, supporting her as her legs trembled and feeling his own beginning to do the same. Slowly he bent his knees and eased out of her, as she whimpered softly and held on to the back of the couch to keep from collapsing. He turned her just enough to lift her, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back. She melted against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her head on his shoulder as he carried her into the bedroom...

SHOW THEM TO ME... ORIGINAL, UNCUT

This is an ancient video.... full of surprises - especially all the famous faces you will recognize!  ENJOY!!

FRANTIC...

I look at your face and can see your heat ...
Your desire, your lust, your love…
A smile plays across my lips before I feel the heat of your mouth.
Tongues searching,
Finding,
Increasing our need..

Your body over mine, I feel your firmness against me.
A shiver of anticipation erupts through me.
Your hands everywhere, sometimes soft, sometimes rough.
As you touch every part of me.
The passion grows.
I ache.
Longing.
Needing.
Wanting .

Poised above me, eyes locked…
You feel my desperation as you enter me.
You move slowly in and out, your body smooth against mine.
Hard at first, then becoming gentle….prolonging…building.
You bite my neck, my throat, my ears, my mouth.
Your fist in my hair as you bend my head back…
Your breath washes over me as
We move together, one..

Moaning under your strong, stroking hands
The musky aroma of our sex fills the air.
I arch my back a little to take more of you inside me.
Both of us holding back…
Trying to remain in control… losing…
Your movements become more frantic and I know your desire has matched mine..

I surrender to the pleasure.
Moving...thrusting...feeling.
Wrapping my legs around you
As you push hard inside me, your weight holding me down.
I writhe in ecstasy, knowing it won’t be long.

My body moves furiously against yours.
Your head thrown back as a growl escapes your lips.
My breasts crushed against your chest as the moment of fulfillment takes you.

I am a slave to my own body.
I feel it begin right at the core of my being.
My breath stops as my own explosion begins.
Wave after wave as shivers rock my body, and still it continues
And you feel the flood of my passion wash over you from within.

You whisper my name as the frenzy slows….. slows……. slows…….
And the morning light washes our night away…

I WALK....IN THE NIGHT...

The grandfather clock chimes 3:00 a.m.  I never intended to sleep.  Tonight is the night.  I walk through the house … silence all around me….

I carefully open the door and I walk out onto the deck…..

The night sky is dark with just a sliver of silver moon sparkling on the water… I stand on the deck, inhaling the air – the smell of salt filling my lungs….. I walk slowly down the steps, careful in the darkness ….

I walk through the yard out to the water’s edge, my thin gown glued to my legs by the night breeze.  The grass feels so cool on my bare feet. 

His boat is docked straight in front of my pier, about 50 yards away….. I walk out on the pier in the darkness, because I’m familiar with each board… each step.  I know it’s him…. he said he would be here.  He’s waiting for me. 

There’s a light on the top of the mast – nautical regs for docked watercraft in navigable waters such as the Intracoastal Waterway.  I look at the reflection of the light on the water….. funny how it makes a sparkly line that leads right to my feet.

The boat is dark…. eerie…. is he in there?  Is he sleeping?  Is he looking out towards the shore? We haven’t spoken in two days.  

The wind is whipping my nightgown around my ankles and suddenly there’s a chill in the air.  The dark sky isn’t dark… a million stars are shining down on me – lighting my way? …. What way?  I walk back and forth, trying to find an answer to the question….. what is the price of happiness?

Do I walk…. walk off the end of the pier and into the water…. swim to him, the love of my life?

Or do I turn and walk back to shore…. never to touch his face or feel his arms around me?

Morning is here.......

I now ……. walk alone....

Taste....

laughing....... sitting cross legged on the floor... yesterday's newspaper spread on the coffee table... at least it's good for something...watching you leaning back against the couch, also sitting on the floor but watching me sucking my finger - 'grace' - bleeding because i'm so clumsy and laughing because you know..... hush.. huge pile of Alaskan king crab legs heaped on the newspaper..... a bowl of warm butter waiting... legs cooked to perfection (because I can)... stop laughing! cracking the shells.... the sweet succulent meat almost falling out... dipping it in the clarified butter and offering it to you..... teasing your lips as I spread the butter across them... you lunge for the meat....... sweet, slightly salty, like your cum....mmmmmmmm grinning as I watch you watching me... feeding you... taking a bite as the butter runs down my chin and my throat, a trail between my bare breasts.... laughing because you are.... delicious and sweet... crawling to you, offering you a taste... you open your mouth as you lay your head back and let me feed you... watching your chest rise and fall.......dripping a trail of butter over your nakedness... a trail I will lick away soon.... delicious...... teasing you with dripping butter, my fingers holding what you want, for now.... but soon, the shells will be empty, piled on the papers........ the butter no longer warm but you and me..... hot... licking the dribbles of butter from your body as you lay back, moaning softly.... mmmmm the taste of you completes me as i kneel, kneel at your feet and smile....... filled with a love I've never imagined...... here.... taste this..... lick my fingers .... let me nourish you... smiling as I lay my head on your belly and listen to you breathe...... sated for the moment but soon to be aroused, hungry again but for me then... ahhhh yes....... ahhhh...... taste me...... love me............. ahhhhhh yes

I WILL BE THE ONE TO TAKE YOUR BREATH AWAY......

CHRISTMAS DREAMS....

Drinking a glass of wine.... sitting on my deck in the chill night air, watching the boats heading south for the winter.... every size and shape.... and every skill set possible at the helm.  I often wonder about their destination.  Many nights we have 'parkers' out front, and I've even ridden the jet ski out at dusk to say hello and welcome them to my part of North Carolina.  Tonight there are three parkers enjoying the Christmas trees on my pier...

This lovely yacht below obviously has a professional yachtsman on board... the boat was moving swiftly south in ICW.... and trimmed to absolute perfection... not a bit of a splash at the bow, and a minimal wake behind the stern.  Local maritime regulations require these large boats to reduce speed when passing populated areas to minimize the chance of wavewash damage on shore.

But if you have a captain like this one has, there is no need to throttle back.... by the time his wake reached shore, it was only a ripple.  Lifting my glass to those on board.... dreaming of places near and far... lovely dreams...

ReWineD... couldn't have chosen a better name if I tried..... *clink*

POSSESSION

she kneels, pleading before him…
her will…
presented in quiet acquiescence
awaiting his approval
or criticism…

pleasure and pain divided by a feeble line
becomes ever captivating with control
with every stroke, kiss, and word
smoldering cinders are kindled
tormenting desires awakened…

watching quivering skin
imprisoned by fear and lust
bending to his will?
aspiring to please?

rising, standing before him, head to one side,
naked, smiling, breathing deeply,
waiting to be drained once again,
he walks to her, kneels…

he is hers... she is his..
giving, taking willingly
all consuming love, need, passion... ahhhh
where does he end and she begin…
Possession...

Beginnings...

You came into my life with understanding and taught me love,

You came into my heart with a force that could not be of this world,

You came into my soul like the warm wind of a summer's day,

You brought with you joy and peace such as I had never known,

It is now a world of new beginnings and endless hopes.

You hold my heart, trembling, and yielding to your will.

And I am yours.... forever

by Fairlady

THE NIGHT...

I walk thru the house, checking the doors and making sure everything is locked up. Flipping off the lights……… making one final round before heading to my room. It’s been a hot, sultry day and though I showered when I got home from work, I think to myself, another quick shower will help you relax and sleep…. So into the bathroom, set the water at tepid, and slip off my shorts and T-shirt and into the shower. The shower was built for two…….. 8 heads on the walls and two overhead….. but in the interest of conservation I only turn on 5 at one end. As I stand with the water beating on my, I realize that I’ve never shared this shower with another person. How I would love to…… so erotic. *stop this* A quick lather and rinse and I’m done…. I hop out and dry the ends of my hair and pat my body dry. 

As I’m about to leave the bathroom, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I stop for a moment to evaluate. Woman, you just hit the big 3-0…. and you’re holding up ok. No lines on your face, except for a few laugh lines…. breasts still full and perky… 34C…. nothing to write home about but…. not terrible. Turning sideways I look at my flat tummy….. nice…. The swimming helps.  My mound is rounded and in profile it looks slightly full. Just a hint of soft blond hair remains after the laser treatments my friends and I all HAD to have in college! My butt is still firm and nicely round… and turning back to look at the full view, my 25” waist still gives me a nice enough shape. Not too shabby for an old lady! Most of my 6’1" frame is legs….. Longer than average with slim ankles, and not terribly muscular in spite of all the swimming I continue to do. OK – geez – enough! Go to bed!

I pick up my T-shirt and head back into my dark room, and I drop the shirt on the floor by the bed, open the curtains, and slip between the cool sheets. As I lay there in the country quiet, the room is lit by an occasional flash of sheet lightning and I can see the slowly rotating ceiling fan above me. For some reason I’m restless tonight and I flop from one side to my back and to my other side, trying to get comfortable. Finally I fluff up my pile of pillows and lean against them in the darkness, clenching and unclenching my hands in frustration. I have court tomorrow…. I need to SLEEP! My mind begins to wander, soon followed by my hands. I bring both my hands to my tummy and begin very lightly brushing my long fingernails over my skin, letting my hands ride up to just beneath my breasts, and then slowly back down to my lower tummy. The feeling is so soothing so I continue slowly tickling myself. It isn’t long before I realize that I’m becoming aroused and I feel my face flush, embarrassed at the stirrings I’m starting to feel. What is WRONG with me! I close my eyes and try to push the feelings away, but my hands have a mind of their own, and as I lay there your face comes into focus and I smile as I remember how you like to see me touching myself.

My hands slide up to my nipples, which are already hard and responsive. I close my thumbs and forefingers around each one and gently pinch, and then roll them…. gradually increasing the pressure until a tiny moan escapes my lips as I lean my head back into the pillows. I picture you sitting on the bed beside me, whispering to me, encouraging me…. watching me, and perhaps touch yourself in the dark. ‘Squeeze your nipples, Baby… make them feel good, darlin’. I twist them just a little, giving them a gentle tug as I do. I imagine YOUR hands on my breasts, caressing and pinching them. In my mind I feel your hands on me and there is a sudden wave of wetness that washes over me. My breathing has gotten faster and more shallow as I become even more aroused.

Another flash of lightning, closer now, as I slowly slide my hands down my tummy to my mound. That first touch makes me inhale sharply, and in that moment I can smell you near me… the scent of your skin so distinctive…. I let my right hand drift down, over my mound to my tender lips, tracing them up and down, up….down.

My breathing increases as I become more excited. I move my left hand now and with two fingers, I spread my pussy – exposing the moistness of my inner lips and my clit. Without looking, I know my clit has begun to swell, because it’s throbbing uncontrollably. Using two fingers, I gently press the hood back, exposing my clit totally to the machinations of my right hand. The tip is so sensitive that if I touch it I’m sure to cum. But… it feels so good I want to prolong the pleasure as long as possible. I begin rubbing it with my thumb as I slide my middle finger into my wet pussy. As I flick my finger in and out, the wet sound seems to fill the room and in my mind, I see you watching, listening, and smiling. With my thumb, I rub my clit in tight circles, then side to side, then up and down while I curl my middle finger back against the roof of my pussy, pressing in deeply, searching for my G-spot. My finger slides deeper along my moist slick pussy walls and then suddenly, the texture changes and I feel a roughness that causes me to inhale sharply. I hear you whisper ‘there, darling….. did you find it?’ and my moans tell you the answer.

I begin massaging ever so lightly in tiny circles, and sliding my finger in and out. I close my eyes tight and picture you teasing me with your cock, as you so much love to do before letting me have my release. I feel you moving in and out, in…. out…. touching me there with each gentle thrust. Then you withdraw and slide your cock up and down my slit before pushing back inside me again. My left hand slides back up my body to my breasts, and I rub my palm against my hard nipples, and I feel my muscles clamping on my finger. I slide two fingers inside me now…….. and the clamping increases. And another flash of lightning tells me the storm is nearing.

I imagine your hands on my breasts, pinching and twisting them as you love to do before allowing me to enjoy my orgasm. And I feel your cock teasing me and I can almost see your impish smile because you know exactly what this is doing to me. I feel you sliding your cock in me, filling me, touching my soul….. yet you sit smiling, silent, instructing me on how to please us both. My thumb is working faster and faster on my clit, making it swell to the bursting point and I can feel my orgasm building…… I’m so close, so close my darling….. another flash of lightning and a loud moan as I plunge my fingers deep……….

I straighten my legs and arch my back, my breathing fast and shallow…. You are riding me, filling me deeper with each stroke….. I press my clit against your shaft with my thumb…… and thrust my hips up to meet you…….. you lean forward and take my right nipple in your teeth and when you bite down, a loud moan fills the room……and at that moment my orgasm begins…my body tenses and I scream your name as you thrust harder into me, touching my very core……….. I feel you explode, filling me with your fire as my cum washes over you……….another flash of lightning and a clap of thunder drowns out my moans as my release is complete.

I open my eyes to look at you and as I smile, another flash of lightning illuminates my empty room……. Slowly, I roll over on my side, my head on my pillow, and my right hand by my face…. I breathe in deeply and think……… ah, my darling, you WERE here …… this is not just MY scent on my fingers… and I drift off to sleep…..

L.U.S.T.

Living in the light.... where the stars are shining bright... only the sweetness of your love keeps me alive...

Our love has a guarantee... to live for eternity...

Only the sweetness of your love..... only the sweetness of you love....only the sweetness of your love keeps me alive....

LUNCH HOUR

Walking into your office... leaning back against the door and sooo quietly flipping the lock... tiptoeing up behind you as your work... sliding my arms around you and crossing my hands on your chest.... smiling as I lean forward and nibble your left ear (the sensitive one)...whispering in your ear.... 'Oh how I love you, my Oak.." you inhale deeply and lean your head back against my breasts.... sweetest sighs as I kiss the top of your head, the soft blonde hair tickling my lips...knowing you're busy but just needing a few minutes of your time....... 

Looking at your closed eyes, your chest rising and falling as I slip around in front of you...and lean against the edge of your desk... your eyes open and a smile covers your sweet lips... mine, too... and I grip the edge of your desk and try to avoid your keyboard..... eyes locked on yours... you turn your chair... just like that, so that I'm 'technically' standing between your muscular legs..... and I grin as you lean back in your chair and watch me as i lift my right foot and place it on the arm of your chair....smiling into your eyes because you and I both know what you will see if your eyes drop... I dare you to look... knowing the effect of my smooth skin will have on you.... you know too because you resist... I can see the struggle on your face... you want to look, to touch, so I slide my silk skirt up just a little more.... there.... see the mound of flesh that makes you hard... see it...... smiling as I see you struggle not to look.... knowing you will because I can see your arousal... ahhh yes....... there...... see my swollen labia as i feel the tiny trickle of dampness beginning it's journey down my thigh... slipping off my left shoe and sliding my foot between your hard thighs... wiggling my toes just enough...... like this........ and I sense the tiniest jerk in your groin as you respond.... God, I'm so wicked.... I love knowing that you become aroused, hard, as my toes slide below your balls... and still I watch your struggle.... a smile turning my lips up because I know now how badly you want to touch me........ I place my hand on the inside of my knee and slowly trace my fingers up the inside of my thigh.... and your eyes drop and follow my hand... ah yes, my Oak... watch as I display for you....... two fingers opening the place you own, possess.... swollen, glistening........ just because you looked........ guttural moans escape my throat as you surrender, leaning in, licking the dampness you caused.... godyourtonguemakesmewet...leaning back on your desk... propped on my elbows...my left foot on the floor as you grab my knees and spread me open... I can tell by your breathing...ohgod I love to hear you breathing.... that you want me...need to taste, suck, devour...... leaning back..... moaning softly. sliding my silk skirt up..... showing you what you do to me...... placing my hand on your blonde hair as you lean in... inhaling my scent... the scent of this woman responding to her Lover's touch... you lick......ahhhhh there....... oh god there!!!!!!!!!!!! head back.... moaning... as i sense rather than see you stand...... hear the sound of your zipper.... yes, take me.. do it... your strong hands on my hips as you pull me forward....... yes..... teasing me... yes.... your hardness pressing between my swollen lips.... yes.... there, perfect.... do it! ahhhhhhhhhhhh you thrust....... burying yourself deep in me, impaling me on your erection...... yes..... clamping you.......... yes...........head back, moaning, ... yes...... ahhhhhhhhhh there......... take me!!!!! possess me!!!!!! Your blue eyes devouring all that you own.... do it! Fill me with your seed......... yes! YES! Thrusting up..... taking you in one fierce movement, slamming into me......yes... there........ coating you, making you glisten.... ohhhh yes..... together.... reaching the pinnacle.... oh yes........ crying your name......... covering you with my cream as you spill you seed deep inside me....... ohhhhhhhhhhh yessssssss.... the heat of your explosion..... and mine....... yes.......... fill me .......... yes...... yours.... ohgodyes.... there...........meu carvalho..........smiles.... fossils in my flesh from your hands' tight grip.... possession...... meu carvalho........yes........ yours.......... yours..........

DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.......... MEETING IN 15 MINUTES! and I'm starving......... GRINS....

THE SURF...

Sitting on the warm sand under a palm tree, hiding behind my sunglasses……… wriggling my toes in the sand because I can….

Watching him in the edge of the surf…… ankle deep, flesh browned by the southern sun…. perpetual smile on his face… swimsuit with wild print… loose and comfy, wearing a doofy hat and flying a kite…he turns and smiles in my direction and waves, and my heart races.... Is he really mine?  Or is this only a dream?

A tanned little boy races to him through the shallow water....

I watch as he shares his kite with this young child, who likely has never flown a kite before…. their laughter is carried on the breeze to my ears…. one teaching, one learning….. he runs slowly through the breaking waves so the child can keep up, as he shares with this child the thrill of a kite…. so simple yet so breathtaking…. he stops his life to bring joy to a child, whose name he doesn't even know.

Love fills me……. silently and completely.

Beginnings ……..  I am able to love….. again ..... 

She Walks....

She walks along the shore, feet chilled by the cool wash of the waves..... thinking

She walks looking up at the moon, her face lit by the stars.......wanting

She walks listening to the water crashing on the shore.... aching

She walks always hearing his voice........ needing

She walks into his waiting arms.... loving

She walks..... holding his hand

The Soul Afraid of Dying....

THE BEST DUET EVER!

The Arrival...

She watched as the American Airlines flight carrying him to her landed at RDU – and when it was safely down she made her way to the arrivals lounge, where she sat and waited.

She had agonized over what to wear – she wanted to be natural because she knew how he hated pretense, but she wanted to show that she had made the effort. In truth she needn’t have worried – he had always said she could wear a sack cloth and she would look great and in the end she went for a simple elegant look, and she had decided to wear stocking and heels … after all, that had been their ‘thing’ all the time they had known each other. She wondered how tired he would be after the flight – he would need to freshen up and would probably be self conscious about being in the same clothes for all this time, and she hadn’t wanted to make him feel even more self conscious. No – simple and elegant – pretty … that was the order of the day.

She waited for what seemed like hours, but in reality was 15 minutes, before the first passengers began to come through the gate. She had planned to play it cool … be calm and simply greet him when she saw him. He had told her that he would wear a bright red shirt so she would spot him straight away – and she did. He was walking towards her – he had seen her – he was beaming a huge smile and her resolve left her. She began to walk, quicker, faster and then she was running …. she saw he knew what was to come because he let go of the bag and braced himself and she launched herself at him … she hit him like a sledge hammer … she weighed less than some people’s luggage, and she was sure he did it on purpose, because as she hit him he paused to be sure he had caught her and then he collapsed them both in a heap on the floor of the terminal building … laughing with joy as she squealed with glee … and then she was kissing him … pecking his face all over … kissing and licking like a little dog as he laughed and wriggled and she sat astride him … other passengers stood laughing at the scene and one or two applauded, secretly wishing they had a greeting that was even half as much fun.

Eventually she realized that he was struggling to breathe … he had cramps and was laughing fit to burst and she decided to take pity on him. As she came to her senses she began to wonder if she had made a complete fool of herself – but as she looked up she saw that people were laughing and cheering as if it was a scene from a movie and she looked down into his eyes …. she smiled widely as she watched him struggle to speak …
“So that’s what I have heard of as Southern hospitality?” he grinned …

“No darling – that’s what you’ve heard of as temporary insanity and I will call you as my first witness” she laughed aloud. "Welcome, my love – welcome to my life” she said … taking him off guard.

He had thought she was going to say “welcome to Raleigh of course” – but he knew which version he preferred. “I am delighted to be here, although the beds in your life are a little firm and very crowded,” he said as he tickled her rib cage and she leapt to her feet.

A passerby extended a hand to him, “Son – let me help you … it looks to me like you’re going to need all the energy you have” and they all laughed as he thanked the stranger and turned to greet her properly.

“Hello, my darling – I am thrilled to finally meet you, although anyone here that has seen this will think we have known each other for years I think”

“Sweetheart, anyone here will know exactly what they have witnessed … a man coming to the place he belongs” and she blushed, as he always seemed to be able to make her do.

Turning to pick up his bag again and acknowledging the waves of those still smiling at them both, he turned to her and she simply took his arm and they walked towards the exit together and into the rest of their lives.

The Client....Part 1

She sat at the table alone, against the wall in the small deli staring at her cell phone… Her sandwich sitting there staring back at her… she had no appetite but knew she had to eat for strength. A busy afternoon remained ahead of her… this wasn’t the time to not eat and she had been hungry.

She hadn’t heard from him in a week, and just before leaving for lunch, she had googled him in his local paper, followed the link to the business section and there it was…. the picture of him and his wife. Unable to move, she had stared at the picture, drawn there like a magnet, unable to force her eyes away.

Dear God…. What had happened? Her heart raced as she scanned the article. Oh no! NO! She had died…. She had been on that plane last weekend, the one that flew into the mountainside in the storm! How can this be? And yet she had sat staring at the screen as tears had streamed down her face, reading, gasping at each word… devouring the few details the author had included. He must be devastated. This can’t be true! And yet….the memorial service had been two days ago. The finality… The end. Her heart was racing, exploding with the pain he must be feeling…… she had to talk to him… but…… should she? Would he even want to talk to her? What if he didn’t? Good God! What if he DID! She could think of no words of comfort that didn’t sound banal and trite… so sorry, didn’t suffer, in a better place! God! What crap!

She flipped open the phone with a trembling hand… the weight of it making her arm bend down, as her mind wandered back……… back to their first meeting…

She had just recently moved there…. running from a broken romance, looking for a new start in a new place. She had opened a little public relations firm and hung out a sign and hired an overqualified assistant. He had been wanting to grow his business…. at a time when the government was not so subtly attacking his industry, demonizing all that he stood for.  He just happened to be walking by and he spotted her newly painted sign and had walked in without an appointment. She was standing at her assistant’s desk and they looked up together when the bell on the door tinkled. And the instant their eyes met, she knew that this was the man she had waited for. He smiled at her and she melted. She walked towards him and extended her hand and introduced herself and when he took her hand in his she quickly prayed to God to let her breathe normally.

She showed him into her office and as she closed the door, she indicated a leather couch for him to sit on. She asked him if he would like something cool to drink….. he said water would be great. She went to a small under counter fridge and took out a pair of bottled waters. Handing him one, she then reached for a pad and pen on her desk and moved to sit across from him in a leather chair. As she sat, she glanced at his hand... no wedding ring but a tan line and a slight indentation, indicating that there had been one there not long ago.

He explained the nature of his business and she made copious notes. He had been very successful but now was the time to grow, and he wanted her to prepare an expansion plan and lay out what was needed for him to grab a larger share of an expanding industry. By the end of the meeting, her head was spinning with ideas, and she suggested that they meet in three days, at which time she would lay out a preliminary plan for him. He agreed and rose to leave, again reaching for her hand in farewell. He held it a few seconds too long but as she smiled into his eyes, she lost track of time. After a warm smile from him, he turned to leave, agreeing to meet for dinner the upcoming Friday evening. It was several minutes before she realized how long she had stood there staring at the door he had closed behind him……

All she had done for three days and nights was to think about his account as her mind raced with ideas for promoting his small company. So many avenues to explore - so many choices for him. And tonight she would bring him a small folder with graphs and charts suggesting areas to concentrate on first. She also had a CD with some graphic designs for an updated company logo. She had laid out her ideas for an advertising campaign, starting small and simply, with the promise of more as the business grew.

She dressed carefully… not too seductively in a simple black dress with a mandarin collar, sleeveless and belted at the waist with a silver chain. Her only jewelry was her signature diamond earrings (bought with her first three paychecks from her first job out of college). Black 4” heels finished the outfit, making her 6’2...... she smiled because he was at least 6’4, so the shoes were fine. She grabbed her black shawl and tiny purse, a slim black satchel with her files in it, took one last look in the mirror and headed out the door. It wouldn’t do to be late!

He had selected the restaurant since she was new in town… The Oceanaire Seafood Room… a local seafood restaurant… sounded wonderful and she LOVED seafood…… she had googled the directions there from her tiny apartment and printed out the map – it wasn’t too far but she was giving herself plenty of time to find it in the waning daylight. And now here she was, sitting in the parking lot, 15 minutes early and as nervous as a 16-year old going to her first prom. She grinned and took a deep breath…. THIS WAS A BUSINESS DINNER! For Pete’s sake – CALM DOWN!

Then she saw him striding across the parking lot towards the door and she gasped. God, he was tall…. God, he was handsome… his wavy hair neatly trimmed, his jacket perfectly tailored, tan slacks and tassel loafers. He walked through the door and disappeared and she glanced at the clock. He was 10 minutes early….. she would wait 5 minutes and then go in.

As she walked across the parking lot, her mind was racing as she tried to envision how the evening might go. It’s business….. keep telling yourself that. Entering the lobby of the restaurant, the hostess approached. ‘You are Anna’, she asked, already knowing the answer. Anna nodded and the hostess indicated that she should follow her.

As they approached a small round table by a floor-to-ceiling window, he spotted her and stood, pulling out the adjacent chair, She smiled graciously and sat, as the waitress laid a menu and a wine list in front of her. She thanked the hostess and then turned and smiled and said ‘Hello, John’……. And the evening began.

Over drinks – she ordered a white wine and he had scotch on the rocks - she reviewed her proposals and ideas with him – making notes of his suggestions and comments. Before the main course arrived, she closed the folder and handed it to him, along with the CD. He laid it aside, his eyes never leaving hers.

Then the conversation changed…comfortably and easily… and everyone in the room disappeared. They were like old friends, catching up on each other’s lives.

This first dinner… the laughter, the comfort with one another… she was smitten by his intelligence and had hung on his every word… and he couldn’t take his eyes off her, never wanting the meal to end because he couldn’t bear to let her walk away, if only for a little while. Each thinking the same thing but not knowing how to stop the inevitable…. the end of the evening.

He asked what had brought her here, to this town and she told him about the tragic death of her fiancé in an auto accident Christmas eve two years ago… how she had withdrawn and mourned…… Six months later she had decided to move….she put her belongings in storage, turned her house over to a real estate agent to find a tenant, gave her notice at the PR firm she loved and had basically thrown a dart at a map of the country - and here she was. It wasn’t until he offered her his handkerchief that she realized the tears were streaming down her cheeks.

She dabbed at her eyes and then blew her nose, and her head flew up as she looked at him and smiled, realizing he would not get his handkerchief back tonight! The thought of what she had done almost made her laugh, and she felt her face glow warm as she blushed. Oh well, she thought…. Too late now! She slipped the hanky in her purse and looked up into his eyes as he reached for her hand, holding is gently in both of his.

They sat, neither moving nor speaking… but neither needing to. Suddenly John released her hand and turned to speak to the waiter, ordering clam chowder for them both, and another round of drinks. Anna turned to look at the night skyline, a panoramic display that seemed just for them. After the waiter left, she turned and said to this man... ‘Tell me about you, John…’ The soup arrived as he began his story….

European by birth but raised in New York by parents who were in the diplomatic corps, had an Ivy League education, married right out of college and divorced two years later. Married again at 30, a child born within that first year… struggles in the relationship because of careers and parenthood, and then another child… but they settled into a comfortable existence that had lasted until two years ago. It had occurred to both of them that ‘comfortable’ wasn’t synonymous with happy and they had parted amicably. His oldest son was out of college and he had one still in high school that lived with his mom. He had resigned from his corporate job and finally fulfilled one of his life’s dreams - having his own company. He had poured his heart and soul into it and had seen the fruits of his efforts as it began to grow. Hired an assistant, then another, and now was the time to expand his market. That’s why he needed Anna - his time was totally taken with giving his company all that it required to keep it leading edge, and besides - he had no creative genes.

Anna laughed and looked up from her chowder. ‘Thanks for sharing with me, John. I think I can provide what you need for your immediate and long-term goals. I’m surely going to try’, she smiled, ‘because you’re my first and only client, and I need for you to need ME so I can pay my bills!’ and they both laughed at the prospects.
John suggested the blackened trout and she agreed. They continued talking, comfortably, like they had known each other forever... discussing travels, favorite movies… music... she found it totally amusing that SHE was an oldies fan but HE liked the trendy music and artists of today. And both became animated when the conversation turned to politics. He was an ardent conservative, actually more of a libertarian. She was equally way to the right of center and had dreamed of a career in politics.

When the waiter came to the table with the dessert menu and asked if they wanted coffee, they both realized with disappointment that the evening was almost over. Neither wanted either so the waiter presented the bill to John. Anna leaned forward and picked it up…’this is on me,’ she smiled. ‘My first dinner with my first client.’ John smiled and whispered ‘Thanks, lovely lady. The next one will be on me.’

The waiter brought the receipt and John stood to help her with her chair. As they were leaving the restaurant, John looked around and realized that most of the men in the restaurant were following Anna as she walked ahead of him towards the exit. He stepped closer to her and placed his hand in the small of her back, wanting to send a warning that this one was taken, and then he shook his head as he wondered what the hell he was doing!

Outside, he asked Anna where her car was and she pointed to it… the little red one over there…. John walked her to her car, his hand still on her back and when they got there he held out his hands for her keys and unlocked the door for her. She tossed her shawl, case and purse into the passenger seat and turned to face him, and in that moment he placed his left hand over the door opening, blocking her from getting in the car. He cupped her chin in his hand and leaned in to kiss her gently. Her hand slipped up behind his head and she pulled him closer, returning the kiss. After a few moments, John stepped back and cleared his throat. ‘I would like to see you again, Anna… socially, not a business dinner.’

Smiling and catching her breath, she said she would like that. ‘You have my number, John.’ As he walked away, she leaned against her car, realizing that her legs were trembling. She brought her hand to her face and inhaled the scent of him on her fingers, and smiled.


....... to be continued........... I hope

The Client....Part 2

On the drive home, her mind was flying in all directions. He was a client…. she had an obligation to him as such. He was married, albeit separated. Did she need to get involved with a married man? His touch……… oh, how it had thrilled her…… his lips on hers, gentle and non-insistent…. It was all she could do not to throw herself at him. Could she mix business with pleasure? She laughed as she rolled to a stop at a red light, putting her forehead on the steering wheel and squeezing her eyes tightly closed. Well, if the choices are EITHER/OR, pleasure was gonna win and the bills be damned!

A week passed with nothing - not a word from him. She was waiting to hear his thoughts on her proposals and praying he would invite her to dinner. Just dinner. A DAMN DINNER!

She spent her time working on her OWN business plan… holy krap! One client, no matter how heavily invested, would NOT pay for her expenses, her employee, her room and board! So she put her mind and energies into growing her own little company. Head down, notes all over the place, she was totally immersed when the phone rang.

IT WAS HIM! ‘Grab your purse and meet me at the Crab Shack, at 7:30,’ and after giving her the address, he was gone. She sat there looking at her watch, which said 6:20, thinking of his call - hurried, insistent, almost demanding, a drive-by invitation!!! But she knew she would be there at 7:30. Panic! She was wearing a cream colored silk dress and matching shoes - hardly the proper dress for a ‘crab shack’. Knowing she didn’t have time to go home and change, she dashed into the bathroom to freshen up. Then she looked in the tiny bathroom closet. Ah damnit! Jeans and a T. Well, no time to shop either so it was silk or cotton. She stepped out of her high heels and stood flatfooted on the floor, wiggling her toes. Then she unbuttoned the dress and slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall in a puddle at her feet, followed by her matching petticoat. Next she slipped her nylons down her legs and tossed them in the bag on top of her dress. OMG! No panties! Well that’s just too damn bad. She slipped on the jeans – wriggling her ass to get them seated halfway comfortably. Then grabbing the T off the hanger and sliding it over her head, she smiled as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. The T was a red ‘oh crap’ T…… said….. ‘OUT OF WINE – LIFE IS CRAP!’

Well, THAT was true! And she laughed out loud. Reaching into the closet and plundering around on the floor, she withdrew a pair of red sandals. Again, laughing nervously, she wondered if anything at all could be sexier. She slipped her feet into the sandals, noting with a smile that at least her toenails matched the red shoes. She tucked in her shirttail and did a turn in front of the mirror and said a quick prayer of thanks that she kept a change of clothes in the office. Stuffing her dress, slip, heels and nylons into a grocery bag, all she could think of was ‘Holy shit – I paid $400 for that dress!’ but at that moment, she couldn’t have cared less. Glancing at her watch, she turned back to the mirror over the tiny sink! No time to touch up her makeup so she grabbed her toothbrush and cleaned her teeth.

‘I’ve lost my mind!’ she thought, as she left the bathroom, clothes in a paper sack, trying to breathe normally as she gathered her purse, cell phone and computer. Walking out of the office, flipping off the lights, she smiled. Well, Anna - you actually have a DATE tonight - a real DATE. Looking down she could see her hard nipples poking thru the red Tshirt and a shiver ran thru her. ‘yeppers – I have lost my mind!’. She grinned and closed the office door after flipping the alarm on. She turned the deadbolt and walked to her car.

She entered the address of the restaurant into her TomTom – oh geez – all the way across town…. Ok…. Not a lot of traffic… you can make it with time to spare. She started her car and pulled out of the parking lot on to the boulevard. At the first stop light, she yanked open the glove box and took out a tiny bottle of Joy and dabbed just a drop on each wrist and at each ear. As the light changed, she dropped the bottle into the console and was suddenly struck with a horrible thought! FISH AND JOY! Dear Lord! She started laughing so hard she didn’t notice the driver in the adjacent car smiling at her.

Anna entered the parking lot at the restaurant 28 minutes later, and spotted him immediately standing by the front door, wearing jeans (thank God) and a sweatshirt……. He spotted her and as soon as she pulled into a parking place, he headed in her direction, arriving almost before she finished turning off the car. She reached for her purse as he opened the driver’s door. She turned and swung her legs out and as she stood, he took her in his arms and found her mouth, kissing her tenderly as she leaned back against the car.

‘I’ve thought of nothing else but that,’ he said, as he pulled back and looked into her green eyes. Trying not to gasp for breath, she cleared her throat and said…. ‘so have I.’ And with that, he pulled her hard against his body and kissed her with a passion she had only read about, her knees nearly buckling as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him. He kissed down her throat and nuzzled gently around her jaw, inhaling her exotic scent, and when he released her, she felt the dampness in her jeans and wished to God she was wearing panties. As he stepped back just enough for her to close the car door, she clicked the lock and turned back to him. Smiling with a confidence she didn’t feel, she said ‘Now that’s what I call a hello, John’, and he smiled and replied ‘I have been waiting all day to do that – I hope I didn’t overstep.’

He took her hand and they started walking to the restaurant, as she replied, ‘no… not at all…….. it’s a greeting I could get used to,’ and she blushed.

While they waited for their table, John apologized for the late and hurried invitation. He had been out of town all week and his flight was late arriving. He had called her from the airport just before running to grab a shuttle bus to the long-term parking lot. She smiled and assured him it was fine, as she had had no plans for dinner and his call was perfect timing.

They sat in the bar while waiting for their table. They were surrounded by the clink of glasses and the sounds of laughter. There was a baseball game on a gigantic flat screen high up on the wall at one end of the room, and several patrons were standing around laughing and watching the game. John order a beer and Anna decided to have a glass of white wine – just one tho….. she was determined to keep her head about her. After about a 10 minute wait, the hostess came for them, so they collected their glasses and followed her to a tiny booth along an exterior wall. It was dim and quiet there, compared to the noise that filled most of the room. As they squeezed into the seats, John slid around next to her until their legs were touching. That was fine with her and she put her purse on her right side as she felt his leg against her left thigh. The waiter came with menus, she ordered sweet tea and he got another Sam Adams, and as the waiter left, they glanced at the menu. She said that the snow crab legs worked for her – small order – two clusters - no sides, just melted butter. He nodded and said he’d have the same, only a large order….. and as if by magic, the waiter came with their beverages and John ordered for them both.

Alone finally, he rested his right arm on the back of the banquette seat and lightly touched her soft auburn hair - his eyes boring into hers. She relaxed against the back of the seat and tried to breathe evenly, without a lot of success.

‘How have you been, John? And how was business?’

He laughed softly, saying this wasn’t a business dinner but he had dropped a signed contract in the mail for her only yesterday, and he looked forward to a long and positive association. And as he spoke, he took her left hand in his right hand and placed it on his right thigh… leaving his hand covering hers. She felt her face warming in the dim light as she turned to look at him, and she felt the strength in his touch, so gentle yet so firm. She thanked him for the contract and assured him he would receive her very best and before she could finish the sentence, he leaned in and kissed her, his right hand still twirling her hair as he pulled her head gently towards him. She tilted her head and met his lips, wanting nothing more than to kiss him forever. His tongue tickled her lips as his hand squeezed hers, sliding it slowly up his thigh and over to his crotch. The pressure was so gentle she hardly noticed, but she felt his arousal as he pressed her hand over his groin. Little nibbles as he sucked her lip between his teeth, as his tongue searched for hers, she pressing back, her tongue dancing with his. She trembled in spite of her determination to remain calm, and she felt her warm juices dampen her jeans again. She squirmed a little in her seat, trying to ease the pressure the jeans were causing.

The waiter’s untimely arrival with their picks, crackers, and a bucket for the shells broke the intensity of the moment and Anna inhaled deeply, trying to regain her composure. Though her hand still rested under his on his bulging jeans, neither attempted to move their hands, like this was the most natural thing one could imagine. The waiter left and another arrived with a huge platter of crab leg clusters. John lifted her hand from his crotch, brought it to his lips and kissed her fingertips and whispered ‘Enjoy, pretty lady,’ and they began to eat.

The dinner was messy and fun, and totally delicious. They talked and laughed like old friends, butter dripping down their hands and chins. Once, he leaned over and licked her lips, tasting the creamy warm butter oozing down her chin. She kissed him back playfully, licking his bottom lip. The crab legs were huge, and perfectly cooked so the meat was easily removed from the shells. And more than either could finish. Neither wanted dessert so John signaled the waiter for their check, handed him a credit card, and after signing the bill he turned to her and said, ‘I’ll follow you home, if that’s ok – I want to make sure you get there safely since you’re still new to the city.’ She smiled and said she would like that but only if he would come in for coffee. He agreed, and they slid out of the booth and headed for the door, his hand once again possessively in the small of her back. He let his eyes take in the room and saw how many of the men there were watching Anna as she walked in front of him, and he smiled. God, she was stunning! He swallowed hard and pressed a little closer to her as they made their way to the door. He felt so proud to be walking with her, and yet so protective.

When they exited the restaurant, the night air had turned a little cool, so he pulled her against him, his arm around her shoulder as he pointed out his car. As they arrived at her car he told her he would follow her – and he clicked the doorlock and opened her car door for her, holding it as she slid into the seat. He tried his best not to run to his car, but he jumped in and turned the key and pulled in behind her as she eased out of the parking lot and into the flow of early evening traffic.

She punched her TomTom for ‘home’ and twenty minutes later they were pulling into the parking lot of her townhouse. They found adjacent spots right at her door and he hopped out to grab the car door for her, offering her his hand as she exited the car. He reached in and grabbed her computer off the seat, and handed her the bag of clothes, smiling as he peeked and saw the dress she had apparently worn to work. He took her keys, clicked the locks, and draped his arm around her shoulder again as they walked towards the entrance to her unit. She lightly wrapped her free arm behind his back as they walked, neither saying a word…. there was no need for words…

He unlocked her front door and stepped aside for her to enter. Then he went in and pushed the door shut, flipping the deadbolt into place. She dropped her purse on the hall table and he laid her keys next to it. She walked to the stairs and set the bag of clothes by the bottom step and pointed to the same spot for the computer. As she turned towards him to say ‘the kitchen is this way. he took her tenderly into his arms and kissed her, softly at first, his tongue searching, his hands caressing, exploring. She slipped her hands up his arms to his shoulders and around his neck. The kiss became more intense by the moment as he began to devour her, pulling her closer, tightening his hold and pressing his body against hers. When he finally released her, they both smiled and cleared their throats. She took his hand and they started towards the kitchen in the back of the house.

He walked slowly, taking in the wall of family photos displayed down the corridor – young kids, a soldier and his family, more military pictures, teens, graduation pictures. He wished he had time to ask her about them – perhaps another time, for she was asking him how he took his coffee. ‘Shot of cream – no sugar,’ he replied. He leaned against the counter watching her as she prepared the pot, ground the beans and hit the ‘start’ button. Then she set out two mugs, packets of pink stuff, a carton of cream, and a couple of spoons. He looked around the kitchen as she busied herself getting everything ready. Each little thing he looked at told him about her. The Chinese characters over her stove: PEACE LOVE TRANQUILITY. The blue artisan pottery vase filled with daffodils, slightly drooping as their days of splendor had passed…. the big old pot on the dish drainer, obviously from another generation and one that had seen many a meal of ‘comfort food’… the tiny legal pad with the beginnings of a grocery list and a ‘to do’ list at the bottom: cleaners, bank, wine mart…. He walked around the kitchen, touching surfaces, picturing her here, there, wondering what she would be wearing, as if he were making notes in his mind of her space. She was watching him from the corner of her eye, taking in his grace, his movements, the way he held his head, the way he smiled as he looked around.

The coffee pot beeped and she jumped, startled out of her reverie. She placed two cloth napkins on a small tray, set the cups on it and poured the coffee, added a dollop of cream to each one and two sweeteners in her cup. As she turned with the tray, he was there to take it from her hands, and she indicated the sunroom as she led the way around the corner.

As they entered this room, he stopped in the doorway. The room was elegant yet casual, warm and welcoming - everything carefully planned to create a place of peace… a cocoon of serenity. Plants blooming, neutral colored, plush sofas that begged you to sit and get comfortable, elegant rugs on shiny wood floors, windows looking out into manicured gardens barely visible in the ambient light. A few more photos scattered around in frames of assorted colors and sizes. He realized that he was holding his breath as she flipped on a dim lamp and sat down on one of the couches. He approached her and set the tray on the glass table in front of her and then sat down beside her, leaning back against the lush cushions. She leaned forward, picked up his cup and turned to hand it to him, and as he took it from her hands, their fingers touched and a silent spark passed between them. It took all her strength to turn back to the tray and lift her own cup, and as she rotated to face him, slipping off her shoes and sliding one foot under her ass, she looked at his smile and knew that they had come to a place, a place of no turning back. They sat silently, sipping their coffee, each lost in thought. The aroma of the coffee filled his nostrils as he felt all the tension of the past week leave him. She watched him begin to relax and she knew instinctively that this was right - it just was.

After several sips, John leaned forward and replaced the cup on the tray. Standing, he walked towards the front door and Anna gasped, afraid he was going to leave. Instead, he checked the lock again and turned out the hall light, and walked back to where she was sitting. He leaned down and took her cup from her hands and placed it on the tray, and then he extended both of his hands to her. She gripped them and he gently pulled her off the sofa and into his arms. With a passion he had thought long gone from his persona, he bent and kissed her, wrapping her frantically in his arms, closing them around her slender body as she melted against him, returning his kiss with equally swelling passion. Lips still crushing hers, he bent and put his arm behind her legs and lifted her slender body off the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him harder as he turned and walked to the stairs with her in his arms. Pulling back slightly, he nipped at her bottom lip and then slowly began to ascend the stairs, his heart pounding loudly in his chest as she laid her head on his shoulder and inhaled him.

…………. to be continued…………