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I haven't been here in awhile - and I guess all my old friends are gone - but I used to write stories to my Love and now I'd like to inspire all of you with one I was just inspired to write. Please enjoy.
It's been a beautiful day – even though it rained for most of it. But we’ve spent the entire time alone together, something we rarely get to do. We sat on the porch, side by side, in the quiet of the woods that surround our home and watched the green of the leaves on the trees grow brighter as the rain washed away the dust that always mutes their brilliance this time of year. We tried, in our observing, to describe the variances in color – so many greens, it was unbelievable – but words just couldn’t describe it. The beauty of our surroundings, the quiet without interruption – something we’re so seldom blessed with anymore.
We’ve loved each other for a long time. We’ve shared so much. There are no secrets between us – and when we have the chance, we can talk about anything. And so, alone on this peaceful evening we reminisce – and that always leads to our favorite discussions. Remembrances of times past when we didn’t get to have these evenings together – when we were separated by miles and miles and all we had was a computer screen and a telephone. Back then we’d talk for hours – we were each others’ lifeline. Longing to touch, we’d spend hours creating the perfect seduction in our minds and in our conversation. It started first in online discussions – two strangers who found a connection, a common bond of loneliness and betrayal – who typed out our most private thoughts, wants and needs and sent them flying into cyberspace . . . to what became our hearts’ safest place. Imagined candlelight and soft music, clean sheets and fresh bodies, a warm touch, a soft kiss – but those imaginings never even hinted at the depth of the reality that would be ours when we finally touched.
Our first time was slow . . . the touch of your hand in the airport when neither of us ever wanted to let go, the way you poured over the lines in the palm of my hand while I drove you home to my apartment. We stopped for lunch and couldn’t keep our hands off each other. New taste in your kisses, the way I almost accidentally brushed my thumb over your nipple and felt it harden under your shirt in the grocery store, and you nearly took me right there! The build up was intoxicating – and when we stopped to look out over the ocean and I pulled you into a kiss, and asked you to take me home and make love to me, it sealed our fate.
I unlocked the door and no sooner were we inside than you had wrapped your arms around me and were pulling me to the floor. I protested – I had such plans for us! No rush to bed for us – we’d waited months for this seduction. I lit the candles, put on the music, and brought out the wine glasses. We fed each other sweet red grapes – taking them from one another’s lips. We danced and I sang to you – and then we sat together on the couch and savoured the closeness, the sheer physical proximity of being near one another for the first time. We learned to kiss and touch, you burying your face in my neck and softly stoking my breasts. Clothes started falling away, and then you were on your knees, breathing in my scent – tasting the wetness on my panties with your tongue. Finally we couldn’t wait any longer – we made our way to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes along the hallway. We sat on the edge of the bed, and fell back on the sheets in a sweet embrace. You rolled me onto my belly and stood up – and pulling lotion from your suitcase, you began to massage my feet. Your touch was electrifying and soothing all at once, and I let myself relax while your hands traveled up my calves and massaged my thighs – ever so slowly approaching where I longed for your touch. But you understood my longing, and knew how to make me wait. You gently stoked by cheeks, and ran your hands up and down my spine, kneading out the stresses of a long drive from the airport. And then you turned me over on my back, and massaged my belly and my breasts – teasing my nipples with the tip of your finger until they stood at attention. I felt hypnotized – so caught up in the myriad of sensation that I could barely breath, and yet my breathing came in heaving sighs and panting delight.
You began a trail of kisses that started with a penetrating, sweet assault on my lips and extended down my chin and across my collar bone. Tracing the soft skin above my breasts with your fingertips you softly kissed the top of one breast as you gently pinched the nipple of the other. Your mouth kissed down to my nipple, and sucked it into your mouth - where you tongue went to work, expertly playing and teasing and pleasing. And then, blowing a cool whisper across the wetness you'd left, you continued down my belly - soft kisses forging a trail to where I was waiting for you. When your tongue finally ventured into the private folds of my most secret place I held my breath. My legs fell away to give you room – to allow you unbridled access to pleasure me. Your tongue teased my clit, and penetrated my hole and your mouth sucked me into ecstasy until I didn’t know where we were anymore. Everything disappeared – nothing existed but you and me. My bed was in the middle of the room – the only place it fit with all the boxes from my recent move shoved up against the walls on all sides. There was this magical, surreal sense of floating in the middle of nothing – no walls, no barriers. And then you rose above me, and pressed your c*ck against me and I wanted you. Our eyes locked as you entered me for the first time – for the first time I felt your fullness, I grabbed your checks and pulled you into me - hard and fast, then so slow and sweet. Time stopped. We both felt the build-up, tensing in anticipation of our first shared orgasm . . . I could hardly speak, but begged you to look into my eyes when we came together. You teased me later . . . said you tried but I arched my back towards you, threw my head back, and rode the wave as my eyes rolled back in my head! After a night filled with lovemaking and punctuated with sleep, you stumbled over clothes strewn throughout the house on your way to the coffee pot next morning . . .
And now, here we are – years later . . . still loving, just as intense. And it’s time to go upstairs . . .
Last edited by UrLadyLuv on 09/13/08 at 5:26 AM
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