Tales from the Amoristicpillow

Holiday Gifts

2008-12-02T09:50:00.005-05:00

It was the holiday season and although not the actual holiday it was close enough that I was feeling a bit jolly. It was a Friday afternoon and I was happily cruising along and eagerly looking forward to the weekend ahead. Not for the time off the weekend brings nor for any particular event or task but I was truly excited for whom I would be spending every minute of the weekend with. I relished every moment spent together with my charming beauty and lately she seemed to dominate my daydreams. I took that as a sure sign I was thoroughly addicted to her. As the day wore on my thoughts continually reminded me of how eagerly I was anticipating my next fix. This was something new to me this obsession with someone. Not really and obsession but it was way more than just a physical attraction. It was more like a spiritual attachment. In her presence I felt transformed from a singular person to a perfectly mated part of a whole. With my arms wrapped around her I truly understood the yin and yang relationship. All aspects of our beings seemed to mesh together from the intellectual to the sexual and the combination was purely magical. The stuff dreams are made of and my day was often filled with flamboyant accounts of things we’ve done or of things yet to come.

So here I sat coasting my way through my workday with frequent pauses for vivid thoughts of how my luscious rendezvous later that evening might unfold. I was sure there would be passionate kissing and intimate explorations of each other and with every scenario that flashed through my mind the warmer it seemed to be in my little office. While dancing the line between productivity and constant states of arousals the phone rang and I couldn’t help but smile as soon as I recognized the voice. Her sultry twang was unmistakable and always stirred me inside exciting me like nothing else I’ve ever known before. The pitch of her voice, the cadence of her speech and the sound of her breath as she spoke drove me crazy no matter what the content was. I bet she could read to me from the dictionary and I would be enthralled.

In our short time together I could usually discern her moods from the nuances in her voice. If she was upset and stressed or playful and hot as a pistol after having consumed a glass of wine I knew right away. What ever the scenario I easily knew her motives and whatever the mood I knew what I was in for just from how she spoke to me. This particular time I immediately sensed a mischievous tone and we playfully bantered back and forth as I mentioned about how I was just daydreaming about her. “Me or my cooking?” she teased. “You know the type of cooking I was dreaming about.” I replied. I was pretty sure she could sense the smile on my face as I spoke and I had no doubt she was smiling just as much on the other end of the line. It was that obvious in her voice. “Well not to distract you but I bought some things today” she said teasingly Not trying to disguise the excitement in her voice she added, “and I can’t wait to show you, so don’t be late tonight!” Then seductively she added, “Oh it’s red and silky soft in case you were curious.” with her voice trailing off as she said good bye it hinted of nothing but good things to come. My legs crossed by them selves as I tried to imagine what it could be. Secretly I was hoping it was something she would be wearing for me later made of satin or silk but she was already gone before I could ask for any more clues. With a quick phone call the seed had been planted which was most assuredly her plan and she knew that now my thoughts would be growing more and more sensual and intense throughout the day. By the time I would get home I would be supercharged with sexual energy and she would be the sole beneficiary of all my stored up passions. Of all the daydreams I would have that afternoon they all had one common denominator; they would all pale in comparison to the moment when I finally had her in my arms for real.

Sometimes my daydreams were so strong and so vivid that when I’d snap out of them I’d realize I was breathing faster and breaking a slight sweat. Tactile and emotional memories added layers and richness to my mental jaunts into fantasyland. The effect was tangible in the rapid flow of blood the quickness of my breath and a growing tightness in my pants. I’m not sure if everyone daydreams like I do or is fortunate enough to have someone so special to daydream about but every part of my being adds its influence to my daytime fantasies. My mind recalls every nuance of her beauty from the way she smiles to the way the muscles in her torso and legs seductively dance as she walks. My nose adds the memories of smell as it fondly recalls the intoxicating scent of her body or hair splashed with a heady perfume. Even better when her perfume mingles with her pheromone saturated and natural musky aromas that quickly turn me into a primitive beast. My skin recants her warm soft touch and how it yearns to have her silky smoothness pressed into me every moment we are apart. My hands reminisce of our hands interlocked in a passion grip or the silky sensations that run up my arms when I comb her hair through my fingers or caress her smooth skin. My body memorized her weight and mass and how it feels squeezed in my arms or the full force of her body atop mine. Also the warmth and the passion induced when ever I lifted her up for a kiss and the calming effect of her body enveloped by mine.

The echo’s of her voice and the lasting flavor of her sweet kisses completed the contributions of the senses but the most significant enrichment came from my heart which added the dimension of love. Bound together by love, all my senses contributed their sensual experiences to create vivid daydreams that excited my mind and made my heart yearn to have her back in my arms. I dreamt of us being so close that we couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. Yes I was in some kind of trouble I thought to myself as I tried to shake off the fog of my daydreams and get back to the tasks at hand. Wonderful, sensual, exciting trouble I mused to myself through out the day. If absence makes the heart grow fonder then a teasing phone call during the day can set it totally ablaze. A fire that burns my structure all the way down to the loins and can only be extinguished by my personal firewoman.

Walking in the front door I noticed three things right away. One the house was very dark. Two, there was the unmistakable aroma of scented candles burning somewhere sweetening the air. And lastly on the small valet table was a gift box which I assumed was for me. A small votive candle cast its light about it to help make sure I saw the meticulously wrapped present and its accompanying note. Elegant handwriting wished me a Merry Christmas, mentioned I had been a very good boy this year and was signed with all my love, Ms. Claus. Now smiling brightly I took off the lid and inside I discovered a pair of luxurious red silk boxers. In just my size too I giggled to myself. Attached to them was another note which simple said, “Put these on before you come to the bedroom.” X’s an O’s marked the bottom and the paper was infused with the scent of my favorite perfume of hers.

I couldn’t help but chuckle and it occurred to me that I thought even her penmanship was beautiful and sexy. Not one to argue with that kind of a directive I quickly stripped down and slipped into the boxers which felt incredibly sensual and erotically cool against my skin. Especially to my more sensitive areas which were not used to the soft caress of silk upon them. Leaving a neat pile of clothes behind I made my way to the bedroom which I found to be lit with several scented candles and I could hear soft sexy music coming from somewhere and the dancing shadows and soft candles glow completed the romantic ambiance. To my surprise the bed was empty and the bathroom door was closed so I climbed onto the bed and lay out atop the covers and waited for whatever was in store for me. I felt like a kid eagerly awaiting Santa and one would be hard pressed to get this smile off my face.

I could hear her brushing her hair in quick strokes as she made some last second adjustments to her appearance. I saw the light go off inside and then the door slowly opened and she appeared from the darkness standing before me illuminated by the soft candlelight. Pausing just out of the doorway she leaned up on a wall to one side and posed for me in her new silky ensemble. With a shy sexy grin on her face and her wonderful body enhanced with silk and lace she let me admire her from afar. I thought she was absolutely stunning and told her so with my smiling eyes and wide grin as well as my words. Blushing for me she parted her red silk robe to reveal even more red silk with white lace trim beneath which wrapped around her body nicely. Erotically it hugged her curves and enhanced her hourglass figure. The top was revealing and clingy and left swath of skin exposed between the matching bottoms which were tight mini shorts of the same satiny material. The gap between the two left a tantalizing glimpse of her luscious tummy and my blood was beginning to boil from such tempting sights. As a finishing touch she wore white thigh high stockings that clung to the most delicious legs I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. “Red” I thought to my self, was definitely a good color for her. “Well what do you think?” she asked coyly. Through an ever widening grin I told her that she looked absolutely edible and I could let my eyes dine on her for hours.

I confessed that now that I’ve seen the wrapped package I don’t think I can keep from tearing into my present. As I ogled my gift she seemed to be deciding between letting me have my way and making me wait just a little more. In the mean time my eyes tried to take in every inch of her savoring such an erotic and beautiful vision. “You look as good as I thought you would in those shorts,” she said, not unlike the spider speaking to the fly. My first instinct was to rush up and unwrap her like a frenzied child on Christmas morning tearing into his gifts but my voyeuristic side was holding me back visually building up my lust. My inner voyeur was not so impulsive and was contented to engage in some visually foreplay to feel the intoxicating effects of gazing upon this amazing present of hair silk and skin. While she sauntered around the bed I tried to notice everything about her from the freshly brushed soft glow of her hair and how its free flowing softness made a perfect frame for her face. My eyes followed the lines of her neck down her chest and loved how the silk and lace out lined her breasts and torso. She was also wearing the gold necklace I gave her last year. The lustrous metal and its hanging diamond pendant were like a tiara atop her royal chest. The material of the top nicely held her breasts in place and accentuated their curves making me yearn to lavish them with attention from my hands and lips. They looked so delicious I wanted to grab them and bury my face in them and feel their warmth their weight and their taste while I lost myself in her cleavage.

The rest of her body was equally as tantalizing and was making me just as hot and I hadn’t even touched her yet. I wanted to run my hands over the slopes of her hips and all along those soft silky thighs or grab two handfuls of her firm fleshy rear as I pulled her into me for a passionate embrace. I could only imagine how good it would feel to run both my hands around her waist then down and over her backside to better leverage her body into mine. Needless to say my art appreciation class didn’t last long and soon I was moving over to her and as she looked into my eyes she managed to say, “Nice shorts”, just before I planted my lips upon hers. I started to caress her body in an attempt to demonstrate the passion behind my kisses but she abruptly stopped me and said “not so fast big boy” and proceeded to push me back onto the bed while explaining she wanted some time for me to appreciate all the gifts she bought today and wanted to commit them all to memory to savor over and over again.

As I lay back down on the bed she was smiling at me flushed in the face and yet had a devilish look in her eyes. On the dresser was our digital camera and she grabbed it before she turned back to face me and said” pose for me lover boy!” While she peered through the viewfinder and admired my form in the silky shorts I eagerly obliged her request. Initially I felt silly to be the subject of a bedroom expose but knowing it was turning her on made easier for me to relax and play along. She gave me a few hints as to how she wanted me positioned and I tried to recreate poses I’ve seen in magazines or works of art trying to look as sexy as possible using my expressions or muscular body.

At first I was looking at her while she set up the shots but then I thought about the fact that she would be looking back on these photos one day when I wasn’t around and I wanted to captured the energy of this special evening. I changed my focus from looking towards her to directly into the cameras lens. That way when ever she looked at the photos my gaze would be staring out at her from the colored images leaving no doubt of my state of arousal and desire for her. With every flash I tried to convey my feelings and intentions of seduction for her to be captured forever through the lens of our camera. When she looked back at these later on there would be no doubt that I was posing for her eyes only. They say a picture can say a thousand words but all I wanted these to say was simply that my body and soul were her and hers alone. Forever and a day. After a few minutes of snapping pictures she seemed extremely happy with the results and then handed the camera to me saying it was now my turn behind the lens.

Like a jaguar she crawled atop the bed and began to pose for me and so I started to take some shots. In the beginning her poses were stiff and she seemed somewhat timid to be in front of the lens even though it was her idea but the more photos we took the more she relaxed. It was obvious she was getting quite excited from the whole process and it was becoming more and more interesting. I have to admit it was highly erotic to have her splayed out atop the bed provocatively posing for me and it was sweet torture to have to eye her that intensely and not be able to put my hands on her. The more I clicked the more her demeanor changed from shy seductress to sexy temptress and the transformation was amazing to behold. Watching her evolve from her childlike innocent self into something wholly adult and seductive was another huge turn on for me. I was going to have to write Santa a nice thank you note for dropping off my present early, this package of red white and silky skin never looked so good I thought to myself.

She came alive for the camera posing in more and more provocative poses with every burst of the flash. Through the lens I watch her tease me and thrill me with varying levels of skin exposure and sexual overtones to her postures. If her face was first flushed with embarrassment it was now flushed with excitement as she became more and more aroused at the idea of posing and exposing for me. It was unbelievable erotic to see her not only dressed for success so to speak but seeing her get visibly turned on made me want to throw the camera aside and open my present immediately. Resisting the primal urges inside me I continued to snap frames from different angels and different heights and of all those luscious places that were fueling the sexual engine inside me. I had plenty of her face and whole body and equally as many of her legs and torso and that tantalizing gap between the top and bottoms. I took shots of those long legs sometimes looking up or down upon or even from behind. I did make sure I didn’t forget one of my favorite spots which were her inner thighs. The longer she posed the more we started to work together and she started to anticipate exactly what I wanted in her poses. Her hands caressed her body as if reading my mind as my brain was flooding me with instinctual instructions for my hands to reach out and touch her silky figure. It was hard to tell if the lens was following or guiding her hands over her body as I took rapid shots of them gliding over her curves and down her slender legs. I moved in closer and closer for tighter shots and as I took a few more close up artful shots her hands found the silk of my boxers. Delicate fingers caressed her dangling throbbing toy inside my shorts and with the last flash echoing its light in our eyes I knew it was time to put down the camera.

As I reached back to put the camera on the bureau closest to the bed she jumped up to meet me as I turned back around and now, standing near the wall not far from the edge of the bed, we decided to finally open our gifts. Threading her arms through mine she ran her fingers down my back and slipped her hands inside the silk shorts grabbing two handfuls of my cheeks and squeezed them hard while pulling me in closer. “You have no idea of the dreams I’ve had all day!” She said breathless. Grinning back I replied “oh, I think I know!” And promptly gave her the same grab right back as our mouths locked together as tight as our bodies did. I pinned her to the wall with my chest pressing some of my weight into hers and started grinding with my hips while we kissed. At the same time I was exploring her body with my hands trying to drive her as wild as she was making me. Judging by the sweet moans and reciprocal gropes it was apparent I was doing a great job. I think it was her intention to stay in her new outfit as long as possible and to keep me in these shorts for a while as we spent time simply kissing allowing us to appreciate the sensual fabrics between us. Keeping our activities confined to just passionate kisses and caresses was working up a static charge of sexual electricity inside us that tingled the hairs on our bodies and would explode in a shower of sparks when that pent up energy was ultimately released.

That was the plan at least but I think we under estimated the effect and intensity of the photo session and we could feel that the electrical charge was building too fast and was soon to reach critical mass. I was already stiff and straining to break out from the silk confinement and I used my engorged self to rub up against her pubic mound which was my way of knocking on the proverbial door. Sometimes I would grind and sometimes id be thrusting in little pumps to foreshadow the big powerful ones yet to come. Driven by an overwhelming urge to be deep inside her I spun us around and did a tango like walk back towards the bed where I dipped her back like a dancer and gently laid her down. Never letting our bodies separate as I followed hers all the way to the bed intimately close behind. Her body felt amazing beneath me half covered in the silk of her sensual ensemble. So did the sensations of my hard and sensitive erectness which was straining to be free of the slippery soft fabric of my own attire. Combine that with her cool skin and hands gliding all over me as we interlocked atop the bed and I could sense the wild passionate animal from deep inside me taking over.

I kissed her hard and deeply and pressed myself into her letting my passionate intensity be transmitted through my lips while the heat and energy of my body radiated through the clothes. We wriggled and explored each other while rolling around on the bed enjoying the escalating passion and our silky wrapped selves. Reaching between us she felt for my hardness and squeezed it firmly then ran her hand up and down its length making me even harder if that was at all possible. The more she held me through the silk the more frenzied she became in her passion like I was from playing with her chest and silky body. For me the silk enhanced the smoothness of her skin and sensual softness of her body. For her it allowed the intense heat of my engorged length to radiate through the material and allowed her to feel every ridge and bump of my hardness and to feel how firm I really was. She kept on squeezing and rubbing me more and more vigorously and running her hand up and down it faster and faster causing me to lose any train of rational thought I might have been precariously clinging to.

After working me up with her talented fingers she abruptly stopped and rolled away to stand up to slip out of the robe and shirt in an abbreviated version of a striptease. I couldn’t resist helping and felt another wave of excitement rush through me as all her curvy parts appeared in front of me as the silk wrappings were seductively removed. She tossed aside the panties lastly and her divine form was standing bared before me and although I thoroughly enjoyed the silk coverings this present now opened was exactly what I had wished for. No longer being visually teased I now had in my hands the ultimate present and it was all mine to play with as I wished. Its aroma was intoxicating and its soft warmth was both sensual and mind altering. Like a user I was taking my drug and letting my body be enveloped by the high. While my drug of choice was my beautiful partner it was no less addictive and there was no cure and I was hooked for life. I reached out for her and let my rational mind succumb to the drug and my body rode the high and nothing else in the world existed except the two of us.

Hanging freely her breasts were tempting fruits that I could not keep my hands or lips away from. Standing in-between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed she ran her fingers through my hair and stroked my neck and shoulders while I took advantage of conveniently having her breasts at the same height as my face. I loved how they felt in my hands and were the perfect handful for me. I cupped them with a squeeze and held them up so I could softly kiss each in its turn. I left a trail of warm kisses all over every inch of their surface paying particular attention to each sensitive nipple. They in turn did their best to reach out to me excitedly and speckled with goose bumps stiffening up with every kiss and nibble. Moans of approval were like beautiful music to my ears as I kept lavishing attention upon those delectable perky points of pleasure. They felt fantastic in my mouth and suckling them soothed a natal pleasure region of my brain. I varied the severity of my sucking from soft to hard to rapid as if I was giving each nipple its own little blow job. I knew that little trick drove her crazy because I could feel her go weak in the knees if I kept at it too long. When she would get her legs back she would run her nails up my back holding my head in her arms pulling me closer perhaps in an effort to slow my attack and save her from slinking to the floor.

I stood up at last to remove my shorts and before I got all the way upright she had part of the waistband in each hand and in one fluid motion pulled them all the way down to my ankles. Sinking to her knees to get them off left her face to face with the present that had fueled her daydreams and desires throughout the day. As fast as she could get settled on her knees was as long as it took for her to focus all her attention on my hanging candy cane. First she pressed it to her face and felt my heat on her cheeks and with her nose pressed close she inhaled my musky scent for a moment before tickling her lips and chin with my tip. With all my attention focused on pleasuring her breasts I had lost some of my rigidity but her skilled hands soft kisses and warm mouth provided the perfect remedy for my slightly puffy member. Just as I had lost myself in her breasts and was delighted to give pleasure to her wonderful chest so it was with her and my protruding self. She loved to please me with her mouth and loved the feeling of my warm hardness sliding past her lips and filling her mouth. I was her erotic pacifier and her eyes twinkled with delight as they gazed up into mine while she watched my face to see the pleasure she was giving me reflected there. Her tongue tickled my tip while her lips worked my ridge and when she took me deep the pressure of being crammed into the back of her throat made my eyes roll up into the back of my head. I almost lost control a few times after she worked me up and then plunged me all the way back in. Who ever said payback was a bitch never got paid back quite like this.

As wonderful as all the sensations were I felt that the longer she lavished attention on my hardness the more difficult it was going to be to not let go or simply lose control and release everything I had for her in this position. She was coaxing the eruption out of me tantalizingly slow but with a days worth of teasing and anticipation along with her expert attention to my swollen self I could feel my climax on the horizon and approaching fast. Part of me would be perfectly satisfied to let her finish me off right there with her own private fireworks exhibition but this time I wanted more. She loved to pleasure me and would squeal with delight if she felt me reach my peak while at the mercy of her lips but I felt I truly wouldn’t be sated until I spent some time in a much more intimate embrace.

Pulling her away from the object of her oral fixation was no easy task but despite her pouty protests of how much fun she was having I managed to get her standing and backed her up against the nearest wall kissing her with all the love and passion I was feeling inside. Sliding her leg up the outside of mine her hips angled forward to give me the best access and I moved in close. With her pressed up against the wall I entered her slow and easy sinking in rather smoothly as she was so ready for me. When I was in her mouth it felt amazing but now being deep inside her was simply another level of pleasure altogether.
I could feel her body swallow me up and I sighed with pleasure as I melted into her and her arms and legs encircled me trying to draw me in even closer. My shaft felt her body adapt to my shape and length and her silky soft wetness would bring me to the peak of ecstasy in no time. The time for teasing was over and now the only mental directive left was to reach the point of no return with a full head of steam. I felt like I was locomotive picking up speed.

My conscious mind was over whelmed by the basic instinct of the need to climax and I felt my self transforming from rational being to sexual beast. My hips set their own tempo in response to the amazing sensations ablaze in my loins. With each powerful thrust they drove home my hardness into her depths at an ever quickening pace. Too enwrapped for words yet I managed to think about having her break on me at the same time and slid my hand down the underside of her raised leg which was wrapped around my hip half holding me in and half holding on for the ride. Slinking right up to the spot where we were joined I could feel moisture all over me and my long fingers sought out her fleshy sensitive folds. At first she gave a slight gasp and grabbed a fistful of my hair in response to the sensual overload of my touch but as I applied gentle pressure while swirling my fingertips around in her flowing lubrication she relaxed while my fingers added layers to her pleasure. I increased the pressure and speed of my dexterous fingers in step with the quickening pace of my hips and as my fingers massaged and tickled her sexual nerve center her velvety walls inside were doing the same to my swollen head.

Two fingers were topside and two were beneath my shaft as it plunged in and out like an erratic piston. Sometimes deep or quick or sometimes shallow and slow or any random combination of them all. Even I wasn’t sure what I would do from pump to pump I simply followed the urges of my body and not any particular pattern or plan. With my fingers massaging those slippery folds she started to get worked up into a frenzy and I could feel the storm brew throughout her whole body. My other hand was reaching under her upper thigh and cheek where my fingers were quickly coated in that warm buttery goodness which was flowing down from where we were so intimately connected. While her weight now rested on my thighs and in the palms of my hands I was also massaging her sphincter with my other hands fingertips and when I pushed it inwards the head of my cock would bump it inside her every time I would thrust back inwards. I could feel the vibrations of my shaft as went sliding over it inside her too and I know she wouldn’t last if I kept up this tickling of each pole of pleasure while I continued to drive myself into her.

The best vocalizations I could manage at this point were mostly grunts and purring sounds to accompany my efforts. At the same time she was increasing in pitch with her moans and panting like a marathon runner pushing towards the last half mile. Like Odysseus and the sires of the sea she was calling my climax to come crashing on her shores and I happily sailed towards the rocks. A few moments later I felt her body start to thrash frantically and push off from the wall trying to get me as in as deep as possible and to help trigger her final explosion. Wriggling and grinding into me I could sense her climactic end beginning its pre ignition and it was all the clues I needed to let myself go too. Between her moans and the wonderful sensations he body was giving me it wouldn’t take but a few more thrusts of joy. The sensations of her orgasmic wave as it began to crest and tumble like bubbling surf onto me and the ensuing spasms of a truly intense orgasm was all I needed to dive over the edge. When my peak hit me I froze in place for a long moment and my legs my hips and every muscle remotely connected to my cock went rigid as they all worked in unison to help expel powerful bursts of liquid heat as deep as possible into her warm delicious body.

Feeling my climax caused her to shake even more as the waves of pleasure radiated through her body and I could feel them from the tip of my shaft all the way up to my shoulders where she was holding on tight with clenched fingers. I felt her whole pelvic area contract with each successive wave as I stood there rigid and yet convulsing lost in the intense pleasure of the moment. Her legs wrapped around me and tired to pull me even closer and deeper. Her hips were added icing to my orgasmic cake with her muscles performing a milking action that ensured I had not a drop left in me to give. As the sensation waned so did our orgasmic spasms. Mine would trigger more from her and vice versa and it seemed like forever that I held her aloft with us both having spasm after spasm. Whenever I started to pull back my hips the sensations on my super sensitive head would cause more involuntarily convulsions and drive me back into her warm depths for a few more moments extending the climatic finally a little while longer. I could feel her shaking on me in exactly the same way I felt myself trembling inside. Pressed against the wall with her weight resting mainly on my hips we cooled down as our bodies echoed each others rippling aftershocks back and forth as they emanated from our quaking drenched epicenters.

Right after an explosion like that I’m so sensitive that my swollen head can barely stand any kind of touch without causing those involuntary contractions which are like little orgasms themselves. Instead of pulling apart I stayed deep inside and as our mutual throbbings subsided and we started to breathe more normally. She held on tight keeping us pinned together as I was still wrapped in arms and legs. Pressed up against the wall with her collapsed half atop my body we kissed each others faces and necks as we caught our breaths. Her face was flushed and slightly sweaty as I brushed away stray strands of hair that were clinging to her face. With our limbs entangled together and still connected at the hips we entwined the only moving parts left that weren’t shaking from that huge release. Our tongues danced to a slow beat as we said thanks in our own intimate way up against the wall bathed in the soft candlelight.

Nothing else seemed to exist but us as I once again was lost in her kisses still throbbing down inside holding her between me and the wall. As my heart rate and breathing came back to normal I realized my legs felt like rubber. All that pumping and lifting was taking a toll on me. Not to mention how those final explosions had sapped their share of energy from my body too. I let her down easy till her toes touched the floor and felt the transfer of her weight from me to her feet. I could feel her trying to balance on shaky legs of her own with me standing close and we used each other for support. We managed to make it to the bed and slid ourselves under the covers where we reconnected our bodies surrounded by the warmth of the blankets. With a few sweet kisses we said good night and gave more thanks for all our special gifts this night. My body swallowed hers up as she fit perfectly into the contours of mine and I kissed the back of her neck and shoulder as we settled in for a long winters nap. Cuddled up with my arms around her and one of my legs atop hers I completely enveloped her inside my body. Soon I felt her breathing go shallow as she feel asleep in my arms safe and contented, tucked away inside a fort
made of me.
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The Greatest Game

2008-06-23T22:18:00.014-04:00

The Greatest Game

As far back as I can recall when days were ruled by nap times and endless hours of play I already knew I loved the game. Maybe it was from seeing my dad watch it on TV and talk about it with relatives and friends or when my grandma gave me a uniform to wear on my 3rd or 4th birthday. What ever it was that started my initial interest in the game I knew early on that I was born to play. I played all day whenever I could throwing against a wall or playing catch with myself. I collected baseball cards and kept the book for games I watched on TV. My playing days started with little league and that led to playing for my grammar school then my high school and eventually onto my college team. I loved every inning of every game win or lose. I never thought of practice as a chore. It was more time spent at my favorite place, on the field. I was happy no matter what I had to do be it stopping rocket grounders like a goalie or tracking down fly balls like all my professional hero’s did nightly on the TV. As a young man the only place I felt I belonged sometimes was on the field. There I never had doubts or felt peer pressures there. It was my game and it always made me feel as comfortable as I would be at home.

As much as I loved the game there comes a time when it becomes more like a job and the game is no longer enjoyable. Baseball has it politics and pecking orders and those that don’t conform are quickly put on the bench to pine away the hours. Add the pressures and temptations of everyday life and they start to over shadow the importance of the game and the need to go make a living and have a life eventually takes priority. Its also pretty lonely out there on the practice field night after night. So without much fanfare or regret I left the game behind to enter the real world. After a few years away from the game I hooked up with some friends in a local league and playing was fun again. It was competitive yet enjoyable and the rust was quickly replaced by skills I spent years developing. As a kid I dreamed of playing in the majors and winning the World Series, single handedly too. Well it was a kids dream after all. Nowadays I dreamt of winning with the guys I played now and with us playing at the highest level we possibly could. I never wanted to win just for the sake of winning and play in a league below our skill level. I wanted to be the best of the best. I wanted a ride on a classic playoff run and live that high for the few weeks it would take to unfold with one of those epic battles at the end which we would talk about until we were too old to remember or called up to the big game in the sky.

They say You find out what your made of in those pressure packed games and responding well amidst that pressure is one of the greatest feelings in the world. I so wanted to have that chance to dance in the championships and to prove my mettle. Wining a championship and being an integral part would be icing on a very rare cake indeed. The only thing that could make a title even more special would be winning with my teammates. I loved the guys I played with and while some of them were characters we all got along great and played extremely well as a unit. It was like playing with a dozen of your brothers making our games as much a social gathering as it was a sport. And that special camaraderie gave a certain dimension to the idea of winning. Thinking to myself about how special it truly would be gave me a strength inside to play even harder and I could feel every ounce of my essence was trying to will it to happen. There was no fatigue or mental fog, simply a bright burning determination to win. I felt it inside and I could see that in every face wearing our uniform and it made me feel invincible.

Its funny what you think about in the middle of a game but that’s what was going through my head at this very moment. I was sitting on the bench while my team took one more shot at scoring before the bottom of the ninth. It was the last half of the last inning of the final game of this miraculous season we were having. No more tomorrows and who ever lost would have several months to think about it before they could play again and begin to erase that feeling of being second best. Wile there is no clock in this game time was running out and not for us for a change. No one thought we would ever get this far most of all us and we were trying to ride this streak to the very end. Three more outs were all we needed to pull off a huge upset and take out little place in history. Three more outs. Seems so easy when you say it but sometimes those last three are the hardest ones of all. Pressure was looming on me like a stack of weights and it felt like the world might end if we didn’t pull this off. Of course I knew that wasn’t true but that’s how it felt. Pressure has a flair for the dramatic and this was its finest moment. Some days these games are a struggle and some days it’s a walk in the park. Tonight, win or lose, it was the stuff dreams are made of and for more reasons than just the obvious.

Before I get to far ahead let me first go back a little bit and set the stage so to speak. While there was no love lost between these two teams here tonight tensions have been building long before we ever got to this point. It was all the way back in early spring when we all imagine we have what it takes to win it all. This year our early successes gave us confidence and we started to look ahead and dared to imagine the improbable. We dreamt of dancing in the euphoric aura of triumph and experiencing the kind of dreams only champions have in that joyous restful sleep only victory can induce. But dreaming has its price and just when you dare to believe in the possibilities reality can abruptly arrive and rudely awaken you from your trance. Instantly your back on terra firma and once again winning seems only achievable in your dreams. Usually reality arrives in the form of the unbeatable nemesis. Sometimes it’s yourself but more often than not it’s a bigger faster stronger and more talented team who beats you so thoroughly and effortlessly it just doesn’t seem fair.

They have it all over you from more players with superior talent to the best equipment. Even their uniforms are better with them matching head to toe and they all look brand new. Even their bags are in the team colors completing the total package look and it visually rubs it in your face every time they arrive. They never miss an opportunity to remind you how much better they think they are too. Hot dog plays showboating and running up the scores as well as talking trash just emphasize their lack of class and it drives you crazy. Every week you’re reminded again when you look at the standings and you see the tremendous gap between them and all the other teams in the league. They own all the stats and lead in almost every category from power numbers to most annoying fans. That was our nemesis this year and they were the talk of the league. Like a broken record everyone spoke of how unbeatable they seemed to be and that they were the hands down favorite to win it all running away. Even the casual fans who watched as they pass our games in the park could only comment on how good they were and how snappy they looked. It seemed it was only a matter of time before they were handed the championship trophy.

By mid summer my team was starting to wilt from the heat and the negative outlook we developed was making us lose our desire to keep fighting and remembering why we play this game. Lacing up my spikes before an early July game I sensed the chance to turn things around before it was too late. We were tied for third in our division with a chance to either move into second or drop to fourth and perhaps never stop dropping until we hit the cellar. I felt I had to do something to snap us out of this funk so I gathered the team together before the game for a little pep talk. I cant remember exactly what I said that night but I tried to impress upon them how much I enjoyed not just playing together but also having them as friends and that I’d rather play with them and lose than play with the best team and win. But in reality we were a much better team than we’ve been showing so far. We were a scrappy bunch who knew how to win but we just weren’t playing that way and it was make or break time. Time to get back to basics I said. Hit and runs, bunting runners over and our solid smart defense were the keys to our game. No more dumbing down and getting caught up in the trash talking and playing angry. We talk best with out bats and our gloves and it was high time they were heard. As long as there are still enough games left there is still hope. Miracles do happen, just ask Cinderella.

I impressed upon them that we have to fight back the thoughts of finding another hobby or moving to a less competitive division too. We love competing against the best too much to give up like that If they knocked us down we have to get right up and brush the dirt off and get back in the game and knock them back just as hard. Sometimes those pep talks work and sometimes you have to lead by example. I was determined for both options to motivate and I took the mound with a mission that game. I channeled my anger and frustration into my arm and pitched like a man possessed. After easily retiring the side in the first inning we immediately scored a few runs and we never looked back. That cocky confidence was back and we all played more relaxed and started to have some fun again. You could sense the change in our momentum from that point on and we played like a well oiled machine. The bench was eerily quite that game but the scoreboard was deafening. Maybe it was the pep talk or maybe it was the way I came out in the first throwing dominating lightening strikes. Whichever it was we were on our way someplace special and a force to be reckoned with. Of all the teams i've ever played for this bunch was by far my favorite. We had no real flashy players no perennial all stars just hard working scrappy kind of guys. The kind that if you had to go to war these were the guys you wanted to fight beside. It’s an old cliché yes but described them perfectly.

The rest is history as destiny seemed to be writing our story and we finished the season strong with the ball seemingly bouncing our way through all through the playoffs. Guys that struggled all year began to defy their batting averages gravity and any thoughts of bodily injury making play after play and pounding out hits like a factory. We were scoring runs in droves and playing our kind of baseball. Game by game we fought our way through the brackets and each advancement produced a more exciting series then previous. The pressure built up game by game and inning by inning until finally here we were. Holding onto a small lead in the final inning of the final game. Our destiny was seemingly under our own control inside we were a bundle of nerves and excitement. We were nursing a one run lead trying to add to it with runners on base and the clean up hitter getting his money’s worth at the plate. With the count full he stroked a bullet towards the gap and I breathlessly watched it speed out towards the wall. It looked like a shot off the bat but the wind was dead and so was that ball and it landed softly in the center fielder’s glove which he held in the air for a few seconds as if punctuating the end of our last chance to add some insurance runs. Three more outs were all that stood between us and our little place in history and the tension was incredible. I loved every second of it and win or lose I hated to see it end. I’ve been waiting for a moment like this my whole life and I tried to savor it like a last meal. I walked out slowly to the mound tying to take in everything every sense of these final moments and to truly enjoy just being here. Soon enough there would be a winner and a loser but either way this was the most exciting game I’ve ever played in and I wish it could last a lot longer than just one evening.

After my warm up pitches were done I watch the ball make the rounds of the infield as watched as everyone was putting their touch on the ball for good luck as we did in every inning of every gave we’ve played since the playoffs started. Not that we’re superstitious or anything but you don’t mess with success. Being the ninth we all met at the mound to slap gloves and to give a final pep talk before trying to make our own final assault on goliath. I said, “Let’s have some fun boys!” and tagged my own mitt on all the others working my way around that small huddle. With the rituals out of the way we headed into our respective positions and assumed battle stations. I looked off to my sides and saw that the stands were packed with fans. Some were friends or relatives of players and some were our casual fans. Lastly some were just those who always seem to be flowing through the park and routinely get caught up watching the games. Tonight they were getting their moneys worth. There were also a lot of players from the other teams in the league that didn’t make it this far all of them wishing they were in our spikes tonight. During the season they may be our rivals but tonight they were all rooting for us to beat these smug hotdogs. With a deep breath I set myself on the rubber put all those thoughts out of my head and began to work on the first batter.

I looked in to the catcher and as I was thinking outside fastball and there was the single finger hanging down against his thigh indicating he also wanted a Fastball outside. When we were in a groove like tonight I rarely shook off a signal or questioned his calls but tonight it was like we had E.S.P. all I had to do was think it and there was the sign. I started with a hard strike on the outside corner and the ball popped into the catchers mitt as he framed it perfectly for strike one. The plan was to get ahead with strikes and then get them out with balls and that mantra was working like a charm all night. These guys were over confidant and free swingers and hated to walk and that played to my advantage. Although they all were very dangerous hitters as long as I kept them off balance with changing speeds and kept the ball where I wanted I would be alright. I came inside and high next and missed just a little on the batters side making the count one and one. Not what I wanted but no harm done. I rather miss inside than have it go fat over the plate and watch it get crushed hard enough to cause some trouble. With the even count I dropped a curve inside and he swung over the top and pounded it into the ground for a foul ball. High heat proved irresistible and he chased strike three up out of the zone. As easy as that we were two outs away.

The next batter took two close pitches and both were called balls. Now it was the batters advantage as I had to throw a strike to get back into the count and I could see the eagerness in his posture as he knew I had to throw a strike too. Again I threw low and it was ball three for sure but eager beaver there couldn’t lay off it and swung. He got great wood on it and ripped it. Right into the turf and consequently grounded out weakly to short. You have to love it when they help you out like that. All I needed now was one more out. I felt like I was going to explode with excitement and the championship was so close I could smell it. My heart was racing and I was taking longer between pitches to calm myself down and stay in control. I walked over towards the second baseman and shouted over to him and asked, “is this the greatest game or what?” with a big excited grin on my face. It seemed to relax us all and helped let a little adrenalin get burned off. I felt better after that and got ready to get that final out. I felt strong and almost invincible as walked to the top of the mound. I felt like nothing was going to shake me from this zone and deter me from my mission. At least that’s what I was thinking as I set up to pitch to the third and potentially last batter of the inning. Waiting for the batter to get set in the box I glanced over towards the crowd and took in all the faces that were watching. Some were tense and some were biting fingers and even a few seemed bored. There was a few I wasn’t sure what exactly they were watching but they seemed somewhat entertained. Then something totally unexpected happened as I scanned the crowd and my eyes stopped in wonder at the left end of the bleachers.

Standing off to the side of the bleachers I could see an unexpected yet familiar face. Well what I could see of her face was very familiar as she had her fingers interlocked and up by her mouth and I think she was biting on one of her knuckles. She was a woman we’ve all noticed before yet never had the pleasure to interact with before. I thought that was odd that she was so nervous now that it visibly showed. This really made me have to stop and think for a moment as she never seemed to take more than a passing interest in our games before. I mean why was she so nervous?, I said to myself as I tried to apply rational thoughts to the situation. She didn’t know any of the guys on the team as far as I knew in fact she had spurned the advances of most of the players over the summer much to their dismay. One thing about ball players and that’s if they saw a nice looking girl hanging around watching it was like tossing chum in the water. Didn’t take long for the sharks to start to circle. Most of the women they hit upon usually respectfully declined but it never stopped them. If they quit that easy after a making a out they would have quit playing ball a long long time ago. No one ever said ball payers were smart just persistent.

I tried to recall the times I saw her and she did watch some of our games every now and then but always from a distance. Not close enough to really get emotionally involved I thought. I would often see her passing by as she made laps around the ball fields in her roller blades or jogging and always thought she was absolutely beautiful. I often thought I should miss a ball in practice and let it roll to the path and get close enough to say a quick hello but never got the nerve up and the last thing I figured she wanted was another big sweaty and dirty ballplayer running up to hit on her.
Every time I peeked over she was staring at me intensely and it was kind of unnerving. She was staring at me because I was pitching and the center if attention at the moment I told myself. it wasn’t any kind of attraction thing in fact I don’t even know if she even knew who I was before tonight. It was just the pressure of the game making me see things I though. It had to be.

Trying to figure out why she would be so visibly tense started to become a focus in my mind and before I knew it I was behind in the count three balls and one strike on the batter. I tried to battle back without giving anything good to hit and got the count full at three and two. The batter deflected some tough pitches foul before earning a walk putting the tying run on first. The next few batters had tremendous power and could easily win the game off a pitch in the wrong spot and I felt the pressure ratcheting up a few more notches. I mentally went over how I pitched to the next batter tonight and all through the series working him away to start and coming inside when I was ahead had proved very effective so far. He had some poor swings at the inside stuff and that’s how I was going to go at him now. I kept glancing over to the bench and she was still there as tense as ever. This was very strange to me. A few of the more suave guys on the team had approached her a few times and had a better batting average in away games than with they did with her but she obviously had a deep interest in this game now. It was a great game I thought to myself but knowing she was watching me so intently had my mind out in right field somewhere. Before I realized it the catcher was right in front of me talking about the runner on first and to working the batter away. “Sure” I said kind of numbly as I tried to focus again at the task at hand. I resolved to try to talk to her after the game but first I had to get back to business.

Coming to the set position while I envisioned the pitch, I picked my target. The catcher’s right knee was perfect which made for a tough pitch to hit being low and away. The only problem with that is if the batter is looking for it and just my luck he was onto me. I felt helpless as the ball went flying off deep down the right field line. The ball makes a certain sound when it’s hit hard on the bats sweet spot and to a batter its music to his ears but to a pitcher it’s like nails on a blackboard. Immediately I headed for third to backup in case there was a play but the ball caromed around in the corner and in and as fast as that the tying run was on third and the wining run on second. It could have been worse I thought, the right fielder ran with the posture like he had a chance to catch the ball and it fooled the runner on first and he waited till it hit the ground before taking off. And with a quick relay the ball got back to the infield in a hurry and kept the one run lead in tact. But a base hit now could win it and ruin everything I thought. Now even I was seriously nervous, “how was I going to pull this out of the fire?” I thought to myself. A stupid hit or an error could change our fate from destiny’s darlings to a second place team no one will ever remember. Walking back to the mound I checked the ball to see if had been torn in half from that ferocious smack and tried to keep a calm exterior letting my team know I was still in control here. Secretly hoping they weren’t as nervous as I was. They looked back at me with confidence in themselves and in me and I realized I didn’t have to be perfect here. I didn’t have to strike out the batter and do it all myself. If I could get a ground ball or a pop fly my guys were ready to make the play and get the out. I could see it in their eyes.

I could see it in their faces and posture too and it relaxed me. With a refreshed confidence in my team and in myself I took a deep breath and stepped up to the mound and got set to go at the next batter. I had a base open at first so I could pitch around this guy who was a big power hitter but we had had great success against him all night with change ups. While he got set in the box I thought about pitching around him but that but that would give me no room for error with the bases loaded. If you throw your best stuff and they hit the winning run in its one thing you have to tip your hat to the better team but walking in the winning run would be absolutely unforgivable. I’ve been setting up the change all night with fast balls away so I figured there was only one thing for me to do in this spot and I snapped off a curve right over the plate for strike one. I’m sure he was looking for heat away because he looked furious that I would start him off like that. Some of these guys take this way too personal. Let him be mad I thought to myself an angry batter isn’t a smart hitter.

To prod that anger I gave a sly smile of confidence and I could see his hands squeezing the bat ever tighter shaking it like a toothpick. He was batting in a rage and I had him right where I wanted him. He knew a fastball was eventually coming so I put one up chest high and towards the inside. A very hard pitch to hit and even harder one for this lug to resist and as quickly as that I was ahead with two quick strikes. I tried that high fastball again but this time he didn’t bite and worked the count to one and two. After swinging at the high stuff he had chided himself and got back in with more focus and the chess match continued. Next I hummed a belt high perfect fastball just off the plate hoping he would chase it or at best hit it weakly to and infielder but he held steady again. He was smarter than he looked I thought.

“Even count” I said to my self, still a good count to keep him guessing. The great ones said they could change the game by their will alone and if that was possible I was trying to do that right now. As I uncoiled and released the ball towards the plate I willed it to fly faster than I’ve ever thrown before and to ride inside and saw his bat off just above his hands. I wanted it to look like a good juicy pitch on the way in and then have it slide into the hands and keep the batter from extending his arms. Again it worked like a charm. Its amazing what you can do with the power of your mind and I felt like a genius. He took a mighty swing and all he could do was get jammed if he even touched the ball at all.

The next several seconds seemed to happened in super slow motion and it was a moment of clarity ill never forget. The ball flew from my hand and I felt my fingertips flip the seam to make it slide inside like I’ve done a thousand times before. But sometimes even the most perfect pitches can have disastrous effects. Although I put the ball exactly where I wanted it and even though he swung at a bad pitch and got jammed perfectly as I had wanted disaster struck. Somehow he managed to get a piece of the ball on the wrong part of the bat sending it weakly through the air towards right field deep behind first base. Since he was a right handed power hitter the outfield was shifted to left and behind the first baseman is a football field sized area of undefended grass. Because of his size and strength the ball deflected up and out over the infield and I watched it slowly drifting towards one of the few chinks in our armor. In slow motion I watched it sail towards no mans land heading toward the foul line. I hoped for a foul ball but it looked too straight to fall into that safety zone and I felt an anchor drop into the pit of my stomach.

I could see the runners moving around the bases and see my dreams unraveling before my very eyes. I desperately was trying to judge the flight of the ball with those in its pursuit and the intersection if their vectors and the odds weren’t in our favor. I don’t recall any sound during those moments just the sheer terror of being helpless and feeling the sense of motion as I ran to cover first incase there was a play. I vividly recall the second baseman’s face as and watching his eyes as they were locked intently onto that falling orb as he ran full tilt in pursuit. My mind was trying to levitate him through the air sending him like superman towards that rapidly falling ball. In my mind I was screaming, “dive” split seconds before he left his feet and tried to make one of those routine game saving spectacular catches. It seemed like forever that he was fully extended in body and arm with his wide open glove leading the way. I didn’t breathe when the ball hit the webbing nor when the glove closed around it precariously and not for long agonizing moments as his body crashed violently into the turf.

It was one of those ball jarring landings complete with rolling and tumbling momentum. And his glove looked like a bingo machine tumbling out the last letter. Not until he stopped completely and took a second to take stock of his body did he start to rise. He was stunned from landing and barely remembered to check his glove for the evidence we so longingly craved. With a grin that would never leave his face he triumphantly thrust the glove in the air showing his complete control of the ball and the ump gave and the dramatic call of “Out!” Then and only then did I let the air escape from my lungs. Out came my breath along with all the tensions and pressures that we’ve all been under for the last few months of the season. I didn’t know if I was going to cry laugh or start howling like a manic. I think I did all three by the time I got to the spot of the catch and wrapped up my second baseman in a giant bear hug lifting him off the ground in celebration. A few seconds later we were a giant bouncing mass of elated humanity celebrating our triumphant feat just like we played as a team. Shortly after that we shook hands with the other team and while our guys kept hugging and slapping each others backs we all had smiles on our faces that would not dull during the long upcoming winter. Sometimes David does win I thought to happily myself and boy it is an amazing feeling.

With the game over for a little while the crowd had for the most part dispersed and even my team was almost all packed up and were making plans on where to go to continue the celebration. While they looked ahead to the festivities I found it hard to leave or to even undo my spikes. The finality of the night struck me as I watched the field disappear into darkness from left to right as the lights were turned off in their switch sequence. I felt a twinge of sadness that it was all over and understood how fleeting these amazing moments really are. Few situations in life can compare with that kind of tension and drama and still being enjoyable. I wished this night could have lasted forever and not just in my memory. Who knew if I would ever get another chance to go to the big dance again and win is such dramatic fashion. Then again part of me couldn’t wait for next year to start and to try to get here all over again. I couldn’t imagine what my next assault on destiny would be and in what arena that might be but winning tonight gave me a confidence that I would have no matter what I wanted to do in my life. Just as that thought melted into my mind I looked towards the emptying stands and found a pair of beautiful smiling eyes intently staring back at me. All of a sudden it felt like I was back on the mound and the game was still on the line.

The Cabin

2008-04-11T12:03:00.015-04:00

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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?”

The Business Trip

2007-10-05T09:48:00.006-04:00

I heard the alarm go off and before I opened my eyes I made the foggy transition from my dreams to the waking world. Opening my eyes I could see the morning sun was already at work and soft daylight was brightening the room. Usually I hated getting up and being disturbed from the surrealistic tapestries of my dreams but once I was awake my body loved the warmth and sensual softness of the covers tucked around my body and best of all I loved to roll over and get close to the wonderfully warn body sleeping right next to me. The snooze button gave us five more minutes of snuggly heaven and I wanted each of them spent with her body tucked into mine. I could feel her sleepy self move into the crook of my body with the same skills one needed when trying to squeeze into a city parking spot. Five minutes doesn’t seem like a lot but in those precious few minutes I can feel every aspect of my body come awake and it likes nothing better than to wake snuggled around a warm body. Today was all that much more difficult to get moving as I was scheduled to fly out of town for a few days and I was having premature withdrawal symptoms.

Just as I was getting intoxicated by the flowery scent of her hair I felt her tap off the alarm again and sadly felt her body slide off the bed as we started our morning rituals. When I heard the shower stop I took my cue and started shaving as she toweled off. I tried to glance over at her in between strokes of the razor and lustily enjoyed every glimpse of her naked body and thought it closer to a private sensual dance than merely a practical application of a dry towel. When she did her long legs she caught me staring and chided me for letting the water run but who could blame me really I thought. Rapidly trying to finish shaving I caught her watching me as I tried not to remove a layer of skin as I hurried along. “How do you do that so fast?” she asked. “Do something every day and you better get good at it” I said and gave the sexiest smile I could with a face streaked in shaving cream. “Someday you’ll have to let me do that for you” she said returning my sexy smile and I couldn’t help but laugh. Part of me was enticed by the sensuality of the idea and part of me didn’t want to wear band aids on my face for a week and have to explain to anyone who might ask what happened. “I’m serious!” she said seeing me laugh. “I do my legs all the time, I know how to shave” she stated quite firmly and I knew that eventually there was no way I was going to get out of it. It might not be soon but once she got an idea in her head there was no stopping her and my chin quivered with dread. Finishing up I changed the subject and took my turn in the shower and the subject was forgotten for the moment.

While she brushed and flossed I jumped into the shower and the water felt warm and refreshing as it woke me up entirely. Massaging fingers of warm water kneaded my body and the wetness caressed every inch of my skin awakening not only my body but also my sensual being. If only I had someone with me beneath this erotic cascade my morning would be perfect I thought. I could feel my body humming with increasing energy like someone was turning on all the light switches in a big building coming more and more awake and aroused with every second. I’m sure she was able to see my sexual illumination through the shower glass and I made sure she got a good view. I soaked my head and shampooed my hair and as I was rinsing off the foam I look towards the sink and caught her watching me so I decided to not play fair. I grabbed my wash cloth and lathered up some soap and began to erotically scrub my body clean. She stood there with a smile of approval adorning her face and just a towel wrapped around her body. I gave her my sexiest look as I scrubbed and half played with myself as the water splashed over me doing my best impression of some gratuitous male adorned calendar I always wanted to be Mr. May I thought and that evidently was the last straw.

Checking her watch first to see how much time we had she then popped the towel knot and walked back into the shower saying something about me not being around for a few days and wanting to make sure I could get all my hard to reach places clean. She took the cloth from me and turned me around and started to run the cloth and hands over my shoulders working her way down my back over my rear and down my legs with the soap making a sensual frictionless softness between us. She then spun me around to get my front and started on my chest. She had this sensual look about her as she was thoroughly happy to be soaping me up enjoying every minute of this as she played with my body by making patterns with my chest hairs before moving along and erotically caressing the rest of my torso with the slippery soft cloth. I stepped on the edge of the shower with each leg so she could keep going and noticed she missed the parts I really wanted attention on the most. Grabbing the shower head she used it to rinse all the soap from my body before handing it back to me to put back. As I reached back to put it in place she sunk to he knees and positioned herself right in front of my swollen self and I could hardly contain my excitement. I wasn’t totally hard yet but probably already fully extended and was thick and pliable in her delicate hands. With one hand guiding my shaft and the other massaging my sack she took me into her mouth and I felt myself go weak from her warmth and softness. I leant back and let the water run over my head and closed my eyes as both the water and her talent drove me up the wall. Knowing I had a plane to catch she was all business so to speak and with her fingers massaging me I didn’t last very long at all. Leaning back under the sensual touch of the water and her relentless attention on my orgasmic trigger I climaxed strong and powerful. She could sense its arrival from the sudden stiffness of my body and sounds of delight coming from my throat.

I felt her tighten her grip on me and steady herself for my climatic explosion and when that thick fluid forced its way out of my body she was ready to catch every drop. First the sensation of it rushing through me was amazing but after each spurt I could feel the muscles in her mouth accept it and the muscles in her throat swallow in between each blast causing me to convulse again and again long after I had poured out all the liquid I had to give. As I returned to my senses the first thing I noticed was how wonderful the water felt as it ran over me. Next I looked down and she was still kissing and sucking my shaft softer and softer and yet it was almost too much I was so sensitive from the eruptions. My legs felt weak and the warm water made me feel like a jelly fish. She had this grin of satisfaction on her face that made me smile inside and out and as I helped her up I could see she had some over flow on her chin so I stepped aside so she could wash off. All the while she just smiled that devilish smile and I knew I was in that good kind of trouble. I took off the shower massage and used the shower to warm up the shower wall before I leaned her back against it and began to let the water massage her body like it did mine.

I caressed her with my free hand making sure I lavished attention on all the important spots like her neck, her nipples and down her smooth belly. She leaned back fully against the wall and I moved in close still sending warm water over her body. Because of the need for speed I zeroed right into her control center and softly touched her soaked mound. The lower I probed the wider she spread her feet to give me more access. I let warm water run over her nipples and it ran down her body where it cascaded over my hand as I teased and massaged her pleasure groove. Feeling the water rush over my hand as I tickled and rubbed my way inside I got a brainstorm of an idea to really make her crazy. I changed the shower handle from its shower setting to a soft but rapid pulsing stream of water meant specifically for massaging and changed the focus of the stream to a more appropriate place to massage. Spiraling closer and closer to the top of her mound I let the water work its pulsating vibrating massage on her outside while my fingers did their magic below. With one of her hands on my shoulder and one caressing my face I used the pulsing water and my intimate knowledge of her most erogenous spots to set off a tsunami inside our little shower stall. Strong tremors shook her body as she tried to hold onto me for the ride.

I could feel her clenching my fingers involuntarily and her hands holding onto me tightly as the waves of energy racked her being. I could feel her legs start to tremble and want to give out letting more of her weight fall into my hand causing it to grind a little more into her electrified epicenter which of course caused a strong aftershock almost making her jump back up for a second only to repeat the process over and over for several long moments. Alas she could take it no more and put her hand on mine to hold it still while she returned to her senses. I thumbed the handle back to a shower stream and rinsed off her body to cool it down after working so hard. Seeing her return to her senses I hung up the head and we embraced in a long sweet kiss while the water ran over our faces and bodies and we would have hardly noticed except that the hot water was beginning to run out. From then on we were moving at full speed to rinse off and get our morning back on schedule. She stepped out first and as I finished washing up under the cooling spray I smiled to myself as I wondered if our climatic moans and sounds of satisfaction sounded better in the shower?

Hanging up my towel to dry I walked into the bedroom and she was half dressed and if I didn’t have a plane to catch I would have jumped her right there and been late again for work due to unforeseeable circumstances. Her chest was beautifully wrapped in a red lace bra with matching panties and she was just slipping her leg into another thigh high stocking and it started me going like freshly hit tuning fork. That image of her sexily dressing stirred passions inside me like nothing else and thought to myself that that vision would be with me the entire time I would be away. As I dressed I would catch her glancing at me and I could see she was thinking along the same lines so I gave a few obvious poses for her mental Polaroid collection. I loved the fact that she would visibly lust after me it was an instant turn on and it gave me a wonderful feeling inside knowing that I wasn’t the only one whose brain was so easily sidetracked by simply looking. She was beautiful fully dressed and as I admired her simple yet professional look I couldn’t help but remember how unbelievably sexy she was dressed just beneath that thin layer of professional looking clothes. I could see approval in her eyes as I slipped on my suit and as I tied my tie her sexy looks gave me this feeling of power and virility that gave me a boost like no cup of coffee ever could.

We grabbed a quick cup of coffee and something to eat and were on the road to the airport before the cup had a chance to get cold. Even with obeying the speed limit we arrived at the airport and all too soon she was kissing me good bye as I grabbed my bags and headed into the departures gate. After a quick ride on the plane then a cab and an elevator I was unpacking in my sanitary hotel room and not long after that I was back out in a cab on my way to my first meeting of the day. The first day is always a blur between the travel and making my way around a new town so it wasn’t until I was back in my room and trying to call home that I felt like I was missing something. By the time I got to call I could hear the sleepy ness in her voice so after we caught up on the day I sent her off to bed with wish for sweet dreams a long distance kiss. The next day was equally as rapid and I felt like a machine making my rounds and visits and even had one very attractive office assistant offer to show me around town after which I found flattering but did my best to gracefully decline. That night it was another brief conversation and after I watched the sports report before falling asleep. My last day on the road was significantly slower and during the lunch hour I was free so I gave her a call at her office as a surprise and to take some of the edge off from being all alone in a city far away from home.

I could hear the surprise in her voice as I said hello and then the some exasperation of what ever was going on at her place of business and I gave it my best shot at cheering her up. I listened a she vented about her boss and thick skulled coworkers and made my jokes when I could and it seemed to do the trick. With the frustrations out of the way I confessed to how much I was missing her and she to me and before we got too sappy I told her I missed her kisses the most. She said she missed my big warm body the most especially in bed where snuggling with a blanket just wasn’t the same. I said I missed something to grope in bed and I’m sure she could hear me grin as I spoke. I miss that morning shaft of sunlight when I wake she said in kind of a sexual code in case anyone was in ear shot. Quickly grasping the game I turned up the stakes and said I cant wait to see the moon at night I said coyly. I can’t wait to see stars she quipped back and I said I can’t wait to show them to you as we explore all the heavenly bodies. I want to see the Milky Way she seductively teased me and I said of course we’ll have no problem getting into orbit I chuckled. I love when you count me down to blast off she continued and I volleyed back with a roger control, ill let you know exactly when the rocket will launch. Another landing of man on the moon, that’s my favorite she teased and I couldn’t stop giggling for a while after that until she said she had to get back to work for awhile and made me promise to call her later that night. With a quick I love you my call was over and although I missed her very much playing with her on the phone took the edge off of being away.

I finished my mission that day and checked in for one more night of sleeping alone in a hotel bed. When it was close to her bedtime I called home and she answered quickly stating she was already lounging under the covers. I knew my time might be limited because I knew once she hit the sheets it was only a matter of time before she slipped off to dreamland. We caught up quickly on the rest of our days and the sound of her voice and the thought of her wonderful body barely clothed beneath the covers was making me a bit hot under the collar. I asked her what she was wearing and I could sense her amusement as she tired to sound casual about wearing one of my big dress shirts and pair of red silk panties. With that simple description she put my libido into over drive. No expensive lingerie can compete with the site of my favorite person wearing one of my dress shirts. It’s another part of our shared intimacy and just plain sexy as hell to boot. You know what that does to me I said now how can I ever get to sleep when that’s all I’ll be able to think about for the rest of the evening. She gave a sultry laugh and said your poor thing such a rough life you lead. What are you wearing to bed she asked in return and I mentioned that I was wearing my briefs and a t shirt but would rather be wearing her over some silly underwear pointing out that she would be much warmer and a much more snug fit. I too miss my man blanket she sighed. I miss your weight on me with your slightly sweaty scent and salty skin she continued. I miss all your aromas I replied especially your perfume and the delicate sweetness of your hair right after a shower. I can’t wait till tomorrow she said, I want to run my hands over all the muscles in your body and feel their size and power as your body engulfs mine. I will be mad with passion when we do when I can feel you silky skin against mine I said seductively. Vivid images and memories of having her wonderful body in my arms were running through my head driving me as crazy as was the distance between us. I could hear every sexy nuance in her voice as we seduced each other over the phone and as we continued I could hear her arousal and breathing increasing the more I vocally teased her.

It wasn’t my intent to go much further than teasing but the more I teased and listened to her voice and its incredible sexy intonations the more difficult it was to not to keep pushing the envelope further. I was as hot as she has ever made me and it usually took some passionate kissing and groping to get me this fired up. I felt half in heaven and half in hell as my body ached for the touch of hers and yet felt the frustration of being so far away. We both closed out eyes and just listened as the other spoke and sometimes it was almost as if she was right next to me. I started to describe how I would lavish attention on her breasts and I could hear her moving and squirming while I spoke while on her end I could hear her hands caressing her sensitive chest for me. Seductively I told her how much I wanted to squeeze them and massage them in my warm hands and how I would caress my face over their soft perky selves. I wanted to knead and tug on them as she moaned sweet tunes of satisfaction for me. I whispered how much I wanted to kiss and suckle her nipples till they stood up and begged to be sucked harder and longer and when they were totally tingling from all that attention I would press my hot body over them grinding our hips together as I kissed her hard long and deep.

I poured my passionate thoughts over the line to her and she crooned me with her moans of pleasure and softly spoke of her own hot and steamy thoughts which made me purr like a giant tiger. I listened to her sweet voice describe intimate details of what drives her crazy and it was as insightful as much as it was erotic. She loved the power in my body and my gentle strength she could sense when I held her in my arms. She loved kissing me and way I probed for her tongue and how our tongues danced in our mouths. Smelling my musky scent as she kissed my chest or sucked on my nipples drove her crazy but not as much as seeing the bulge in my pants or my semi rigidness hanging in mid air when I woke or walk out of the shower. It was a wonder she made it to work every morning with that kind of bait dangling around she exclaimed. While she divulged her passions I had been touching myself and when she mentioned loving me in that half erect state I mentioned that it was exactly the current state I was in but not for much longer if she kept working me up. Oh! I love when you rub it for me, she said I could almost climax just from watching you especially if you do it till you cover me in your special honey. If you do it after I’ve climaxed the sensation of the hot gooeyness splashing and running over my body sends little after shocks through out my body like nothing else she said almost breathlessly.

I love all the ways we share my emissions I said especially if you do it for me and hold on as I erupt through your and my stuff fountains up and then down all over us like lava running down the volcano. I’m sure that was when she started to caress her pleasure mound through the silky material of her panties because she moaned once for my vocal description and again shortly there after. I continued to tell her of my itinerary of my sexual trip around her body and tried to describe every attraction and detour I planned to make on he way. I spoke of how I would escalate our foreplay by slowly graduating from long passionate kisses to ever increasing erotic and sensual touches saving the most sensitive areas for my final approach. Lightly my fingers would glide over her silky thighs and panties driving me as wild inside as it did her too I bet. Delicately I would trace the outline of her most sensitive folds of skin just a thin piece of fabric away. One of the advantages of real silk is its ability to transfer heat and she could feel the tracing warmth of my fingers and I could feel the warm moistness building beneath. Teasingly slowly I would increase the pressure and speed behind my touch until I finally slipped my hand inside the material to find her a warm wet mess of slippery goodness underneath.

I would swirl my fingers around her opening and get them coated with her slippery warm fluid and the more I rubbed to around the more I could massage and tease her epicenter. Sometimes I would just press into it and some times I gently pinched it and let it slide in and out of the pressure grasp of my thumb and finger. Before I let hr rocket off on my hand I liked to tickle every spot and my favorite one is just inside. It is extremely exciting to be able to touch her so intimately inside her and feel the concentric rings of muscles stretch to accommodate a long finger or two. I used my ring and middle finger to spread and probe and massage that deep spot while my thumb rubbed outside at the same time. While it was one of my favorite ways to pleasure her I always had to be conscious of her state of arousal because I could rush her over the edge all too soon that way. Although a powerful climax was my ultimate goal I wanted it to arrive at the end of a long wild ride.

By now I was getting seriously warm and was pumping my hand more vigorously on my shaft as we vocally teased each other and I tilted the phone so that she could hear my sounds of pleasure both from my throat and the unmistakable sound of my hand gliding rapidly over the ridge on my excited swollen head. Sometimes I would pleasure myself in front of her to make her crazy and occasionally I would use a tie as a blindfold and she would squirm in heightened anticipation as all she could do was listen to me rub away never quite knowing when her body would be splashed by my hot fluid. Full sentenced escaped us and the best we could manage were our pet names and soft moans. I could hear her body squirm on the sheets of our bed and I whispered her name as I felt the heat of the moment escalate with every breath and stroke as she vocally painted me a sensual picture no one could ever create on paper or canvas.

My body ached to be beside hers and it was a sweet torture to be so intimate and yet so far away. I could almost sense her next to me and as the symphony of her sounds was building to its climax I felt the echo of excitement in mine as every note of her song sent electric tingles through me. When she came for me I was right with her as the sounds of her release pushed me over the edge. I felt the intensity of my orgasm and the sensation of the fluid forcing its way out of me and felt the heat of it as it cascaded back onto me coating my swollen head before overflowing down my hand. Yet despite the power and mind numbing side effect of such a strong climax I heard every sound and noise she made just for me as she thundered into her own approaching storm of pleasure. I can’t recall what kinds of sounds I made but as I came to my senses a bit I realized I was breathing quite hard but still managed to tell her how much I loved her in between breaths.

Before my body yearned for her touch to fulfill its sexual needs but now I wish she was close just to hold and softly kiss. With our primal urges sated for now it seemed to make it more apparent how much we missed being together and needed the touch of the other. I placated her with thoughts of what was to be tomorrow when I got back home and we both felt another exciting anticipation begin to build again. As the clocked ticked into the evening I could feel us both struggling to keep awake and reluctantly we decided to call it a night. I wished her sweet dreams and she sent me the same and we both kissed the phone out of habit as we said goodnight.

The following morning was a blur of packing and final stops for work and a then mad dash for the airport because there was no way I was going to miss my flight and spend another night alone. After another routine flight I headed to the baggage carousel I saw her waiting for me and my eyes were very glad to see her. I could see excitement in her posture and a sexy happy smile that lit up her face. By the warmth I felt in my cheeks I knew I had the same elated look as she. When we kissed it was electric yet I could feel a restraint in our passion as we were in public. Had it been that I walked in the door of our house I would have kissed her much harder and longer rivaling any passionate embrace of legend ever told and probably not make it to the bedroom. I would save that thought for later I told myself as we stood inches apart and got reacquainted. It was hard to break away but the buzz of the baggage carousel starting up got us moving. A few minutes later I easily spotted my bag by the strip of purple ribbon she had put on it for me partly to make it easy to identify my bag and partly as a reminder of her.

That wasn’t the only reminder she planted on me either, I had found little things all during my trip from notes in my suit pockets to a scarf stuffed into my suitcase that still had remnants of her flowery perfume. Good thing I left one of my big t shirts in the top of her dresser so she would have something of mine to sleep in. Inside I left a note saying my shirt will pinch hit till I get back to snuggle you properly. Walking out with suitcase in tow she had a firm grip on my hand and kept her body against mine as much as she could not parting without a kiss when we had to get into the car. The ride home was quick and we held hands as we caught up on the day’s events. We stopped at a store to get something fresh to make for dinner and while she started prepping I quickly unpacked. I changed into some flannel boxers I had and took over in the kitchen so she could also disrobe from her work wear. A few minutes later she was back in more casual attire and we continued to make our welcome home glad to be back dinner. I opened a nice bottle of wine and in between sips we dance in the kitchen while we cooked like it was a ballroom floor. We were Light on our feet as we spun and danced form counter to counter or stove occasionally meeting in the middle of our arcs around the room. I chopped while she sautéed or I stirred while she checked the oven and we never missed a cue for a quick kiss or tender touch during our dinner dance. It was good to be home.

Dinner was delicious quickly cleared away and the kitchen closed with our hunger sated. Well at least or want for nourishment was fulfilled but there are other hungers that had yet to be answered. I was scratching my face absentmindedly and I caught her looking at me looking hard as if she were trying to imagine something. Sensing I was in trouble I stopped scratching and tried to look innocent but it was to no avail. She grabbed my hand and said come with me all too reminiscent of the way some school teachers guided me off to detention during my formative years. We headed towards the bedroom and my hopes started to rise but when she grabbed a small stool and headed to the bathroom I really started to worry. Sit she said and patted the stool for me. Take off that shirt too she said and as I complied I heard her rummaging in the medicine cabinet behind me. With a sexy smile she said she wanted nothing more than to sit on the couch and kiss me for hours but there was no way that was going to happen with a five o’clock shadow from another time zone. I peeked in the mirror and I was pretty scruffy and would be more than happy to shave for her but I started to sweat as she was washing off my razor with the can of cream next to her on the counter. I’ve watched you do this and I know I can do it she said. I do my legs everyday and that’s much harder she said your face will be like doing one knee. One big knee she said again for emphasis. Before I could protest she had deflated any argument I could think of or any idea I had of talking her out of it. She was probably right but I felt I still needed to extract some kind of payment for letting her shave me. I said you can do it if you like but you have to strip to your underwear. Deal she said all too fast and I all I could do was smile enjoy the view and await my fate.

In the mirror I could see her slip out of her clothes right behind me and daintily fold them on the side. The site of her half naked body emerging from her clothes and standing there in her beautiful silky underwear stirred me up inside so much I felt I might have trouble sitting still during this process. Her body drove me wild on its own but when it was accentuated by silk and lace it was enhanced all the more. Now it was tantalizing close to me touching me at various times and I felt I really couldn’t touch her much lest she slip with the razor. I caressed her legs as she squirted a blob of the cream into one hand and she just gave me that look which was one of pure pleasure. Gently she coated my face covering all the areas she wanted to exfoliate and a dab on my nose for good measure. Wiping off the excess from her hands she grabbed the razor and I sat with my hands on her thighs my chin up and some fingers crossed.

Starting at the bottom of my neck like I do she held the razor upside down and went up half way and all along the arc of my neck adeptly gliding over every contour as good as I if I was doing it myself. I was impressed and thought maybe she really did watch me closely as I concentrated in the mirror. I relaxed a bit and looking down without moving I could see her chest hanging out towards me held in place by the silk and lace restraint. They we enticing and calling my hands to come fondle them but while she worked on my face I dare not make any sudden moves. Each time she reached to the side to rinse off the razor I took the opportunity to touch them and cares my way down her torso over her hips and back to the sides of her legs as she readied the razor for another round of strokes. I gave her a little help with my chin but overall she did a fantastic job and I felt confident she could finish without drawing a drop of blood. I have had a shave at a barber before but never one like this where the barber was so beautiful or so gentle and intimate. Delicately she held my head still as she worked and in a few short minutes my face was as smooth as possible. It was an incredible turn on to have her smooth sexy body so close and yet not really be able to touch it like I wanted. I had to be temporarily satisfied with feeling her legs occasional touch on mine and tantalizing views of her body whenever I could. Like dessert in a glass case all I could do was ogle her sweet breasts framed in silk as they bobbed back and forth in front of my face as she moved around me and it was driving me wild. Looking satisfied with her job she toweled off any remnants of shaving cream from my face and after admiring her handy work she caressed my smoothness and kissed me softy and said thank you.

Her kiss was soft and sensuous and all I could think of was putting this freshly smoothed face to good use. Apparently she had the same idea because she was pulling me up and leading me toward the bedroom. One of the things I liked about her was she wasn’t shy about being the sexual aggressor sometimes and I found it quite the turn on visibly knowing she wanted me so much in the carnal sense. I never doubted her love or desire for me but when a beautiful woman wants to ravish you it’s just an incredible feeling. At the foot of the bed we were a tangle of lips arms and pressed together bodies as we aggressively pawed and felt each others bodies. In the midst of all that groping she not only managed to slip off her bra and panties but also my last bit of clothing by sliding off my underwear and kicking it aside. I loomed over her and she sank back onto the bed with me in hot pursuit. With the skill of a professional wrestler she pushed me to the side and climbed atop me with a look in her eyes that gave me goose bumps. Her face was flushed with her excitement and she almost hopped all the way up my body in one leap. I found it an incredible turn on to know she was that sexually aroused and even more to know I was the source of that arousal and I was determined to do my best to quench that fire inside her.

I tossed a pillow aside as she made her way all the way over my chest and I tucked my arms under her legs as she moved into position with her already damp passion fruit right above my silky smooth face. I could smell her musky sweetness as she brought her hips closer and closer. I could feel her holding onto the head board and I caressed the backs of her thighs and beautiful curves of her rear as I let my hot breath warm her sensitive skin in anticipation of the coming contact. I could hear her soft sweet moans begin their symphony as I moved in for a soft kiss. Licking my lips to make them softer I kissed her hanging folds of sensitivity lightly and quick. Her legs parted some and her apex lowered and with each widening scoot it was easier to ply her kisses and licks. I tickled her with my tongue sometimes circling my target and sometimes I would just part her and let my flat tongue drag across her opening. I felt her hips rock and arch out for my touch anytime I would pause. I elevated my contact by probing slightly and the second I broke the surface with my tongue so to speak I could feel her salty lubrication begin to flow for me. The deeper I went with my tongue the more juice that would flow out and I could feel its residue on my chin and face. I drove her wild with my lingual massages and she started to grind her mound into strategic parts of my face especially the knob of my chin.

When I sucked on her clit she went crazy bucking and grinding her hips harder and harder on my face as my chin became the perfect tool to massage certain erogenous pressure points which only she knew where and exactly how hard and vigorous they wanted attention. All the while I orally stimulated her sensitive jewel the best way I knew how which was sucking it up in my lips with my tongue flicking over it in my mouth. With ever increasing power and speed she continued her assault on my face and I tried to hold on for the full ride. Soon her body was shaking as much as she was pumping and grinding me and I could feel her climax rumble through her in more ways than one. First I felt her body trembling and could feel her tense from the legs up and I could sense her griping the headboard with all her might. Them as she convulsed on me I could feel the waves of muscles racking her body down her spine all the way out to her toes. Finally and best of all I could feel the warmth flood from her body over my face and her sweet salty secretion was incredible. There was no chance for me to catch every tasty drop so I simply did my best and enjoyed being covered in her creamy goodness as it tickled and felt cool on every spot of my face where ever it spread.

With each successive after shock I felt more and more of that orgasmic rigidity leave her body until she finally jumped aside and collapsed on the bed breathlessly saying she was so hypersensitive she couldn’t take anymore direct contact for a few moments. As she returned to her senses I starting to climb atop her sprawled body and began to kiss my way up her belly letting her lubrication ease the progress of my face up her smooth belly. With a dreamy sexy smile she reached between us and guided my erectness home as I climbed aboard and as fast as that I sunk all the way into her warm wet haven I missed so much. She enveloped me `pumping into her wetness and I slowly drifted into that tantric zone of pleasure from the mind numbing pleasures that were emanating from my loins. My body hummed with the pleasure of being totally enveloped by her body and my heart felt a similar happiness no longer having to wish I was his close. I knew I had missed her while I was away but once we were this intimately connected I realized how much I missed her in the physical sense as much as I had emotionally and it enhanced out love making that much more.

My body sang its pleasure song as I plunged in and out and like a kettle on the stove I felt the boiling process begin. Simmering inside for a while now I could feel that the pressure inside me was building and would have to escape soon. I felt her fingers in my hair and could still smell her musky essence on my face where it had been soaked in it before and now I felt my loins covered in it much the same way. It had a cool tingling effect on any place it had coated adding another dimension to the all sensations I was feeling. She fit me perfectly and I wish I could go on indefinitely but there was no way my body was going to let that happen now. Quickly and powerfully my climax arrived and with a last deep plunge to ensure there would be no turning back I felt the kettle whistle blow. I was tempted to let my fluid go deep inside her but I had a naughty idea and at the last second I pulled out grabbed my shaft and aimed my stream of hot sticky gel right at her still swollen and sensitive flower. Each contraction inside my body pumped yet another gusher of hot liquid from my body. Each cathartic spurt was forcing its way through my tingling core in the most unbelievable of sensations.

When the first glob of stuff landed on her ultra sensitive petals I could see little shockwaves explode through her body echoing the explosions going on in mine. Each blast was another tickle and thrill and as it landed hard and ran its way down causing even more shivers through her frame. I swirled my head into that mess of me and her and I’m not sure if the warmth was from her or myself but it was wonderful. I slipped back inside to enjoy some more of the amazing way her body pleasured mine and tried to kiss her as best I could as I still was breathing quite hard. I stayed stiff for a little while after all of that but soon the exhaustion of such an intense release started to catch up to me and I began to throb down. I thought I might be too much on top of her and started to roll to the side but she kept me wrapped up tight so I did the only thing I could do which was to stay like that and kiss her hard and long till she let go.

Eventually we ended up spooning under the covers and as we snuggled in for the night I closed my eyes and let the sweet scent of her hair and remnants of perfume soothe me like a professional aromatherapy session. There was also a hint of her musky essence underneath and it made me smile as I drifted off to dreamland with my mind and body vividly recalling our passionate adventures of the evening. I couldn’t wait to wake up and start all over again.