The Cabin

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Here is my Cabin tale in it’s entirety.
I still might tweak it some but I do like how it has turned out.
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The Amoristic Pillow


The Cabin



Stepping outside into the fresh cold air I paused on the porch to inhale deeply. I felt the freshness of the cold dense air fill my chest and it invigorated me. Winter air seems to have a cleaner sense to it and for a few moments even extremely cold air can be refreshing. It gave me surge of energy and an eager anticipation for the work ahead. I swear I could smell a hint of the salty ocean which was not that far off in the distance. That fresh smell was quickly over powered by the earthy smell of some hardwood embers aglow in the fireplace and the aroma was getting stronger with every step I took towards the back of the property. The smokes essence had a romantic effect on me as visions of snuggling up with a luscious body in front of that fire streamed through my head. I could clearly imagine us sipping glasses of a hearty red wine as the warm alter glow of a passionate love making session left our faces flushed in a hue that reflected the glowing remnants of the crackling wood.

While the idea of snuggling beside a roaring fire was enticing I was on my own for the moment and there would be no fire at all if I didn’t get some wood spilt and piled up by the hearth. I also felt the need for some physical activity and an even greater need to have a nice pile of wood inside for when the sun went down and it got really cold outside. The air was slightly damp which made it feel like snow was coming and I thought this might be my last chance to really do some serious chopping for a while without having to shovel my way to the pile. I surveyed the pile of wood stacked neat against the side of the stone wall that ran across the back of the property and started my attack at one end. I set up a big stump as a base and got ready to make a big pile of logs into an even bigger pile of smaller ones. Before I started I began to warm up for the task first starting slow and then swinging the axe somewhat like a baseball bat chopping imaginary homeruns deep over the back yard fence. Feeling very strong and energetic I thought to my self that id be done in no time at all. Famous last words frequently uttered by the eternally hopeful and naive.

An hour later I was getting tired and only halfway through the pile but I had a steady pace going still and was determined to finish it all. I was so warm I had to take off my outer shirt which gave my arms some freedom and the cold air refreshed my body giving me my second wind. Funny, I thought to myself, it was cold enough to wear one of those quilted flannel shirts just a little while ago but now I couldn’t get cool enough. Still enjoying my task I kept at it until I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. I had a good groove working and was heated up like a locomotive. Since I was almost done I striped off my undershirt and went at the last of the pile like any self-respecting bare-chested lumberjack would. I could eat a stack of pancakes a foot high after a workout like this I chuckled to myself. The hardest part of the whole job was restacking all the nicely split logs on the porch rack and storing another substantial stack inside the cabin. I used the tarp that covered the stack as a sling and like some demented paperboy I delivered copies of the daily wood inside and out.

As usual it seems that when most of the hard work is over she shows up and although eager to help the hardest part was already done. At least that was the kind of comment I would make later about her sense of timing but at the moment I had other issues to deal with in the present. I could see her through the windshield as she pulled up and looking at me disapprovingly for my careless disregard for the elements and I knew a lecture on properly dressing for the elements was in the works. I hoped my sexy attire or lack thereof would soften any chiding she might be inclined to do. She came around the car as I was just bringing in the last load of wood and I could see in her eyes some anger for me being exposed to the elements but there was a look that showed arousal at seeing me half exposed. She followed me in and closed the door behind me. She tossed her bag aside and eyed me from across the room, still a bit annoyed but I could see her mood quickly turning from annoyance to a more sensual one, I hoped. “Sometimes I’m not sure you’re as smart as you look she said you know you’re no good to me sick” she said. Wiping off sweat with a towel I started walking slowly towards her and we met in front of the couch standing just a few inches apart. I gave my best little boy grin and in a sultry smooth voice I asked “what use am I all hot and sweaty?” She laughed in a mocking tone and said “bad little boys shall never know, will they?” Suppressing an urge to giggle I resorted to pouty lip for sympathy. I’m not sure if the pouting worked or if it was that she just cant stay upset with me for long but she moved right in and gave me a nice soft kiss on my pouty lips. As she put her arms around me she said “just make wiser choices ok, you really are no good to me sick” she said and softly kissed me again. “Well I could use a little warming up” I said, “How about some hot chocolate and a fire?” “Wise choice!” she said and with a knowing smile she headed off to the kitchen. With just that simple smile she conveyed so much more than words could possibly tell in so brief a moment. I saw love lust and adoration beaming in her face and it warmed me up inside better than any fire ever could.

As quick as a wink that tender moment was gone and we were both off to the races trying to get back in front of the fireplace as fast as we could. With her making some hot chocolate in the kitchen and me rushing to clean up a bit I tossed few freshly split logs onto the embers barely glowing in the fire place. After a quick shower I started to feel a chill in the air and since all my lumber exertions were done with I put on a big soft flannel shirt for some warmth. Back in the living room there was now a roaring fire in front of me, a hot cup of instant love in my hand and my best girl in the world snuggling up to me as we sat on the shag run on the floor and leaned up against the big couch. I took a sip of the cocoa and my eyes popped wide and I said with pleasant surprise “it seems this cocoa has been adulterated with some sort of liquor!” She giggled and said she figured I needed a medicinal shot after my exposure.

Again I gave a long mmm sound after a sip and guessed she had added some mint schnapps and that it was way better than any mocha mint Grande I’ve ever had! Smiling she said “it looks like you might be finally thawing out a bit now” and she touched my body in several places as if taking my temperature with her fingertips. Outside the winter sun was fading fast outside already behind the mountains sending less and less light inside the cabin. Every minute the light from the fire was taking over as the main source of illumination casting the room with a romantic orange red glow. We sat intimately close in the soft light leisurely sipping our warm drinks. Enjoying the fading colors of sky and just talking about things we did earlier in the day. Whatever it was that we were doing we always tried to be as physically close as possible or at least touching in some way. Be it holding hands while walking or curled up together while sleeping or simply sitting on the couch hip to hip we loved the simple pleasure of our bodies being connected. It added a layer of pleasure to our enjoyment of each others company especially in front of a warm roaring fire.

The wood was a blaze now and as it crackled away I felt layers of warmth surrounding me. Some from the heat of the fire and some from the hot chocolate but best of all was the warmth from her body where it pressed against mine. Perhaps it was the romance of sitting in front of a fire or the liquor in the coco or a combination of both I found my libido growing as fast as the flames. Sitting as close as could be I had my hand caressing her nearest inner thigh and I felt her fingers playing with my hair. I felt her other hand running over my chest in between the two halves of my flannel shirt. As we watched the wood being slowly consume by the fire it was mirrored by the flames of our own passions and they were starting to rage like a forest fire in the wind.

Finishing my drink I slide down and put my head into her lap and just enjoyed her gently loving touch as she ran her fingers through my hair and caressed my face. It’s my favorite form of meditation and always leaves me feeling refreshed and energetic eager to take us both to a higher place. When I opened my eyes I could see her smiling down at me and it was easily apparent how much she loved me just by looking into her eyes. It warmed me inside more than any fire ever could and I hoped she could sense the same from me.

Still playing with my hair I felt her long fingers running down through to my roots where she massaged my scalp some before lifting off and toying with the ends of my short tresses. It tickled yet felt good at the same time and was hard not to squirm. Her other hand had made its way into my shirt and with her fingers spread wide and with her palm down she was creating nice warm trails on my chest where ever that hand happened to caress. I reached up and had my arm around her back and ran my hand up to touch her hair and feel those silkiness sensual locks slip through my fingers. With long pulls I opened my hand and like a human comb i let my fingers get tickled by that soft waterfall of hair. My other hand snuck underneath her and I grabbed her thigh and gently and I seductively massaged it in my strong hand. She arched her head back and closed her eyes, listening to the crackling of the fire as she enjoyed our tactile intimacies.

She did her best to bend over to kiss me and even in that awkward position we managed to exchange some brief sweet kisses. We kissed and caressed liked that while the fire bathed us in its soft light while we enjoyed the warmth of each other. I could have lied there and kissed for hours and let myself get lost in her lips but the hardness of the floor eventually forced me to seek more comfortable accommodations. I stood up and stretched pulled her up to me and held and rubbed her body as she stretched out the kinks just like I did. I wrapped her in my arms and with a big long kiss I swung us around an brought her down with me as I sat on the couch. I guided her hips off to my side and she swung her legs over mine as we put an arm around each other and snuggled much closer and more comfortable than we could have possibly been on the floor. She grabbed my hand and we interlocked fingers as she brought my hand in hers and to her chest, as our heads closed in for more of those soft sweet kisses.

We came to the cabin to escape the everyday pressures and to recharge ourselves with fresh air and to relax in the great outdoors. No work, no television, no distractions or interruptions of the mundane world to hamper us from spending quality time together. We spent our days walking through wooded trails or exploring quaint towns and scenic drives. By night we explored each other mentally and physically as we reaffirmed the commitments we made to each other. Sometimes life gets so busy we forget what’s important or more precisely we forget who’s important. No boss or client or fair weather friend will be there for you through think and thin and before we every got into a rut we often took these magical retreats to recharge our hearts and souls. After all this time she was still my favorite conversation partner, my dream lover and my best friend. I couldn’t ask for anything more even if there was.
One of my favorite things to do is cooking together and stealing kisses or slow dances in the kitchen as more than our dinner begins to simmer.

You know your head over in love when all you need to be happy are the simple things like sitting next to each other while catching up on a good book or taking a nap in front of the fireplace. As long as we were together that was all that really mattered. A side effect of being that close all the time was how it affected us in out intimate endeavors. Our passions often ran free and wild and being so perfectly suited together it was easy to take our physical love to higher places. I loved her more than I ever thought possible and tried to let her feel that every time I touched her, every time I kissed her and every time we consummated our love. When I kissed her it was as if we started to fuse together and the edges of my being mingling with hers until I felt we were no longer two separate people but two halves merged into a whole. It was never sex to us but love making love in its finest form. Whether it was fast or deliberately as slow as possible we savored every amorous moment. Regardless of the speed or intensity it was still loving and soulful to the point of spiritual. Never could I have dreamed it would be this way or this fulfilling.


When we kissed it went way beyond the mere clinical version of the act. More than just lips and tongues pressed and mingled together but it was more like a well composed poem or painting that had come to life. A momentary masterpiece that lasted only as long as each kiss. Every one was unique like snowflakes falling from the sky, often recreated but never two exactly alike. We usually started with soft tender kisses using just our lips and enlarging the target area to all over the contours each others faces. Each kiss became successively longer until our lips parted and soft probes from our tongues tickled and teased each other up to a more passionate level of kissing. Eventually escalating it into full blown embraces where we submerged ourselves in the passionate waters of our intimate explorations. Lips lead the way and the mind and the body were willing followers into that hypnotic writhing embrace of lovers.

We sat and held each other and kissed deeply like some school kids making out under the bleachers. While the aspect of doing something forbidden was missing the thrill of the kiss was as acute as the very first one. We reveled in each other passion as our mouths performed an intricate improve ballet in the spotlight of firelight. The more we kissed the tighter I pulled her to me and the more my hands ran over her body the more excited I became and I felt her hands had the same intensity behind them while she caressed my heated body. I felt a sexual energy from her body right through my hands from simply touching her and having her in my arms and it heightened every sense I had. Necking on the couch may be one of our favorite pastimes but I could only keep at it for so long before more adult impulses took over.

Soon my hands became restless from holding through her clothes and I began to work my way under her sweater to get my fingers to touch her silky skin. The cool smooth flesh of the small of her back further added to that static charge of sexual energy. Energy which would have to be released in an eruption so intense it would leave us thoroughly exhausted and very sated. With one hand I pulled her closer and the other slipped further up her sweater until a perfectly sized breast filled my hand. Although covered by her bra I still enjoyed just touching them through the satin fabric and it made me even more crazy. I loved to feel their firmness and weight in my hands and especially how they responded to my touch. I especially love when they’re beautifully wrapped in something soft and silky with a touch of lace. They could even be dressed with a simply necklace or string of pearls or be totally bare. They were perfect to me and needed no adornment but I did appreciate when she dressed them up for me. I loved my hands on them and I kneaded and massaged them loving the feel of the different textures. They were trapped inside those satin cups and yearned to be free and I was just the man to do it.

I paid special attention to her changes in breathing and the soft moans she gave me as I continued my special fondling and tweaking of her heaving chest. Undoing the front snap the two halves of the material pulled back to the sides and those pointed orbs were ever softer and warmer and felt absolutely wonderful now free of the silky buffer. At the same time she was performing a similar exploration of my body expertly dragging her fingernails across my back and around to my stomach which was one of her many ways to send thrills throughout my body. She passed her hand teasingly over my crotch ever so gently caressing the bulges beneath sending a burst of tingles through my lap making it ache for more direct attention. With some effort I moved from her lips and began a slow descent down her neck in a meandering quest for those beauties in my hand. Kissing my way along I stopped occasionally to softly bite or to suckle and erogenous spot every few inches as I began to lose myself in her scent and soft warmth.

I kissed my way across her chest as I pulled up her sweater and revealed my luscious prizes. I cupped them in each hand alternating between squeezing and letting them expand or rubbed those swollen nipples with the open palm of my hand before I couldn’t take it and had moved in closer to kiss them. Leaning back in an arc she took off her sweater and gave me unfettered access. Lying back against the couch she was enjoying the pleasure I was giving her and fueling her own sexual fire by running her hands over my arms and shoulders where she could feel the power and strength of my body as my muscles worked to hold my body slightly over hers. My arms still felt that feeling of being pumped up from their wood chopping workout and I’m sure she noticed.

I on the other hand didn’t want her chest to get cold in their sweater free state so I dove right into them and covered them with my face and mouth. Holding them in my hands I kissed then on top on the sides and even underneath only coming teasingly close those aching nipples. Softly kissing and nibbling them I worked my way in an inward spiral and the closer I got to them the more pleading her moans became. Eventually I made my way to my protruding targets and she as all but begging me to suckle them. I licked my lips and kissed each nipple for a few seconds sucking its softness into my warm mouth and her whole body purred for me with waves of pre-orgasmic tremors. After softly kissing them I clamped my mouth over the nipple and as much of the surrounding soft flesh and I could and gently suckled to my hearts content. Not to favor one or the other I made sure each got equal time and that when I had one in my mouth I used my free hand to play with the other. Held firmly in my hand I kneaded or tugged on the nipple or I just rubbed it stiff with the palm of my hand. I know she loved attention on those sweet peaks and I was more than happy to oblige. I loved them in my mouth and when I had them there I felt I talked directly to her sexual being which talked back to me in the myriad of sweet sounds she made for me. In between kneading and squeezing and applying different pressures with my fingers I would flick my tongue over their stiffness inside my mouth or suck them in every manner I could think of from hard to soft and numerous levels in between and her purrs and moans of pleasure further enhanced my enjoyment of giving her body such intimate pleasures.

I could feel the fire waning in the fireplace but the one inside us was beginning to rage. I was having such fun playing with my pleasure chest and I’m sure she would let me go on for as long as I wished but I had one more goal in mind and I felt its magnetic pull upon me and thusly resumed my intimate journey down her body. I kissed my way down her belly rubbing my warm face all over it closed my eyes and inhaled her sweet slightly perfume scented body. Light headed from the sensations I tried not to linger but her body was such a sensual plaything I wanted to savor every inch. Again I had to pull myself away from another part of her anatomy in my trip down her body. Standing up I pulled her up to me as I put my hand into the top of her pants and brought her close for another deep sensual kiss. As we kissed I undid the snap on her jeans and slowly dragged the zipper down allowing my hands access to even more erotic and sensual places.

My fingers slide in around the sides of her pants and followed the contours of her rear as I pushed them off with her panties in one fluid motion never letting our active lips part. Her legs felt like silk as I glided over them using the back of my hands to push down her jeans still keeping the sensitive side of my hands against her skin. I squeezed her rear so tight while pulling her into me I almost lifted her off the ground. Instinctively my kisses were harder and more passionate as I pressed us together. While light on her toes she managed to kick aside her pants and when I finally released my hold on her I looked wantonly into her eyes with the hunger I had for her inside. There was no doubt what was on my mind as I gave her my best sexy and suave looks and I fanned my flames even more by letting my eyes drink in the beauty of her disrobed frame before me. Naked impish and oh so beautiful I wanted to squeeze her so hard that she became a part of me.


I sat back down and now my face was perfectly level with her hips and I was like a kid in a candy shop getting exactly what he wanted. My hands caressed he legs and drew her closer to me so I could continue lavishing attention on her wonderful body. I kissed her gently on the hip bone first and working my way towards her center faster than I wanted to but probably not fast enough for the ache she had inside. Sweet tortures she had to endure while I grabbed her by the buns and pulled her harder to my face. Her aroma was amazing and I could smell her sweetness mingled with the perfume she used and it made me want to dive in head first. She swung around and sat down next to me and as she laid back she pulled me with her and like a man dying if thirst I felt the kind of excitement he would get when seeing and oasis suddenly appear on the horizon. It took all my willpower to hold back and not just attack her and quench my intense thirst. As much as I desired to be immersed in her spring I restrained my advance to keep the fires burning. Yet I wanted so much to have her wonderful salty sweetness flow for me and to be covered in it as I eagerly lapped it up in a sloppily soaked pursuit of oral delights. And that would eventually come to pass but like any fine wine it is to be sipped not gulped.

As I closed in I stoked her smoldering embers even more by letting my hot breath waft over her orchid sending tingles throughout her body. Her legs were draped wide over my shoulders now and I could feel her react with every move or breath I made. She had both hands on my head with her fingers through my hair tenderly stroking and guiding my head. I could feel an urgency from her fingers and body to stop the teasing so I began to make serious contact. Licking my lips to make them softer I started by placing soft kisses all over those sweet folds of skin. She was incredibly sensitive in the beginning and I slowly increased the pressure behind my lips and the duration of each kiss. Next I started soft little tapping licks with my tongue at random intervals to keep her on her toes so to speak. Her body gave little jumps with each tingling tap as it bordered on the edge of a tingle and a tickle. I also varied the number my touches of my tongue between single bumps to rapid bunches each in a different place. Her whole body reacted to everything I was doing and I could feel and hear the total effect I was having on her. Through her hands and her legs and from the soft moans of pleasure she made I knew she was very appreciative of all my efforts and I enjoyed every minute.

I made longer and longer contact with my mouth and soon I was giving suckling kisses which morphed into me just gently sucking her rapidly moistening folds of love. Now I had to fight the urge even harder to go faster and just bury myself in her essence. Her aroma and flavor along with the sounds of her responses and the excitement of giving such pleasure to my love was making me as hot as the embers in the fireplace. Despite the protests from my raging hormones I kept up my soft and slow deliberate pace. Indulging myself I gave her throbbing pearl a great big wet kiss causing her to gasp and I felt her body clench trying to curl into a ball. I could feel her hands on my head struggle between pushing me back and at the same time trying to pull me in harder. I held that kiss a few moments before slowly backing off letting her slide free from my soft lips sucking on her as I pulled away. It was sweet torture and just before her little nub of tender flesh slipped from the grasp of my talented lips I turned on the suction and brought it back up for more. I knew if I kept this up my time here would be a short one so I decided to stoke the flames further and changed my plan of attack.

I dragged my tongue in long lapping stroke up her entire length sometimes just holding it there and pressing it down and sometimes in long licks as if she were a very special ice cream cone. Breathing like a marathoner she kept pace with everything I was doing as I tried to work her into a total frenzy. The longer I played with her the more she could tolerate greater pressure and more direct stimulation and her nectar was flowing like lava lubricating everything and me with her salty goodness. Now my touches were no longer tickles but pure touches of pleasure and with her all warmed up I could push the envelope further. I did exactly that by starting to probe those swollen wings with my tongue. I easily dipped into her wetness a little at a time until I couldn’t get my tongue in any further and I felt her warm honey cover my face and I was in heaven.

Of course it wasn’t simply and unimaginative assault into her depths but if anything it was an exploration of her most private and sensual erogenous zones. True I did use my tongue for selfish purposes to lap out even more of her delicious syrup but I mostly used it to explore and thrill her to new heights. When I licked deep inside I tried to reach that nexus of flesh up under the pubic bone that drove her insane whenever I played with it. When I would go that deep with my tongue inside and my face pressed firmly on the outside it was kind of like I was working her jewel from both sides. She bucked and pushed he hips to me trying to get me in deeper grinding her soft wet flesh into the bones of my face and her body trembled with more pre orgasmic shudders. I knew she wouldn’t last too much longer and by the ache in my loins I felt it was time to head towards the finish line.

My face was soaked in her moisture and I was drunk from its affect on my senses. The more she flooded me the hotter it made me and the more I wanted to make her explode all over my face. I moved up for a better angle and completely put my mouth over the top of her flower and softly sucked it all up into my mouth. I had her folds and pearl like a little thumb in my lips and it was well lubed as I bobbed up and down as if I were giving it a blow job. Every time I sucked her up softly in my mouth I pressed down firmly with my lips grinding into the area surrounding her pleasure apex at the same time. The tip of my tongue flicked that thumb as it rose up through my lips from the suction. Sometimes I would pin the flesh to her body and wiggle my tip through to the pore of her tube opening adding yet another layer of pleasure to my whole orchestration. Like a beautiful dance she was matching my rhythm with little pumps from her hips and moaning songs of pleasure for my ears. We did that tango for a little while and I simply enjoyed giving her such intimate pleasures. While we had a nice rhythm going I felt I had to escalate the stakes to another level and brought a hand up and slowly applied pressure until my finger sank into her warmth. Curled upwards I probed and massaged that special sensitive spot massaging it better and more directly than I had before with my extended tongue.

I’m not sure how she lasted this long without climaxing but somehow she wasn’t there just yet and I was in no rush as I was thoroughly enjoying every drop of that seeping essence. With so much lubrication I switched two fingers to tease her inside and my fingers are big enough that it stretched enough to excite all those concentric muscles of her soaked love tunnel giving her a feeling of being filled while I continued giving her a thorough sucking. I could fell she was close to breaking and I couldn’t resist pushing her over the edge with one more special technique I had in mind. Along with everything else I was doing to bring her to a peak I thought I would become a human vibrator and so I began to hum. Softly at first then becoming progressively louder and stronger until the vibrations were so strong I could feel them with the two fingers I had inside. Deeply bass and powerful hums were emanating from my throat reverberating my tongue as it flicked her pearl and my lips as it pressed into her mound. As long as I had air to expel every sensitive inch of her anatomy was being trembled by my throaty hums and this was the final straw. In just a few moments she went totally rigid and I felt her whole body shake and quiver as it released a torrent of energy upon me. I held on for the ride and kept up everything until every last wave of ecstasy had run its course and the grip she hand on my head relaxed allowing me to move. I was covered in her wonderful secretion and I was still savoring the taste and coolness as it dried on my skin while she tried to catch her breath.

As fast as a weekend it was all over and I felt a twinge of sadness that I was done but my own primal needs reminded me I was only half finished. She lay before me flushed and beautiful in her post orgasmic state sated exhausted and spent yet ready for a little more. I stood up long enough to pull off my pants and release my already fully engorged piece of wood that had been held captive its material prison since we sat down in front of the fire. Like the fire I was smoldering inside and while the ash made the wood look cooler than it was all you needed to do was slightly faint and the fire would jump to life again even hotter. All that pleasure giving had made me crazy and now she could visible see just how much. Her smile of sensual delight as she looked at my aching stiffness was enough to fan my flames and now I was firm, free and ready to satisfy my own passionate needs.

As I slowly climbed on top she opened arms and legs to let me in close still breathing heavy from her recent pulse elevating activities and the anticipation of our intimate joining. Reaching down she guided me in with her delicate fingers and in one fluid motion I was sinking deep inside her letting my body land gently onto hers. Still sopping wet there was no resistance and I sunk in till our hips met with a thump. We fit like two perfectly matched pieces of a jigsaw puzzle and I felt like I was melting right into her whole body. My hips were taking cues directly from my swollen head and the more pleasure it felt the faster they were compelled to thrust. The pleasure from my loins addled my mind as I floated in a passion fog. In my sensory over load I could sense her holding onto my shoulders and changing the angle of her hips letting me in as far as I possibly could go. I lowered myself onto her burying my face in her neck and kissing it as I slid my hand down her body. I followed her contours until I reached the warm slippery spot where we were so intimately connected. I slid my hand between us and with my long fingers I kneaded the center of her mound until I found that pearl with my finger tips and then rubbed it in sync with the pumping action of my hips.

By the pitch of her aria of moans and heavy breathing I knew she would peak again for me very soon especially if she felt my tumultuous release inside her. Sensing the building pressure inside myself I didn’t hold it back and that mind numbing intense sensation continued building in my loins like a raging fire through an old growth forest. I think I gave her some idea my release was imminent through my groans or maybe she sensed the rigidity of my body as it prepared for its powerful climax. How she knew I might never know but just before I was about to reach the end of my fuse she grabbed my face drew me in for a deep kiss with passionately entangling tongues just as I was reaching my point of no return. She gave a soft cry into my mouth as I burst deep inside her and my body convulsed in its contractions as it tried to eject my hot liquid deep into her warm accepting body. She held me tight as I gave her every drop I had to give and more. For sometime after as the spasms of my body tried to keep at it even though I was already milked dry. At the same time she herself was riding the orgasmic tidal wave with her second climax triggered from feeling those last few powerful yet erratic strokes then the gush of warm fluid deep inside as my body went over the edge and gave its all.

We had to break that sweet kiss to catch our breaths and kissed each other’s faces instead until our hearts no longer raced. Still so intimately connected I kept moving slowly inside her or sometimes I simply stayed in deep and throbbed with happiness. The smoke of our passionate flames was clearing and our senses were returning to Norman yet the echo’s of the intense and explosive releases were still reverberated inside us. I felt so close to her I wised we could stay this connected forever and feel this sated happiness for hours and hours on end. I loved her so much my heart ached inside and I felt this compulsion to squeeze her as tight as I could and never let go. There weren’t enough beautiful words in the dictionary to aptly describe the feeling yet I tried to spell it out with every single kiss.

I brushed a lock of hair that was stuck to the side of her face and she moved in closer and put her head on my chest. Warmly embraced we cooled off on the couch and snuggled into each other still softly kissing and cooing. The logs in the fire were mostly glowing embers now and I kind of felt like them myself still giving off heat yet spent of the greater bulk of my potential energy. Sometimes we were very vocal in out communications often talking to each other about anything and everything for hours on end. Then there were times like this where we were intimate and quiet be it a simply night or in the afterglow of a passionate session like the one we just had. I cherished every moment we spent together and when we were apart I felt a part of me was missing. Now safely tucked into each other we, without words, spoke volumes of our love both during and after our lovemaking.

My pulse was now normal and probably as slow as it ever gets with my body being exhausted and my heart so content. The sun had gone by now and the room was dimly cast with the blueish light of the moon which was being help by the reflection of all the snow. The fire was just a pile of ashes and coals at this point and I could feel the air cooling around me so I wrapped is tighter together. After a long while she broke the silence and while looking at me with her warm loving eyes she whispered softly and sweetly to me “my darling lover... isn’t it your turn to put another log on the fire?”