You Are My Dream

You remember my face from your dream, the way we were in your fantasy was a fire of lust like a secret world. In the dream, our lives were shared in creation, a fire burned between us, I remember it. From out the black of obscurity, suddenly you dawned on my life, taking me by surprise, realizing it was you: a goddess in silky warm auburn hair, skin white as snow, lips like blood, eyes of my dreams. That we would meet took breath from my lips, I want you to feel my great desire to have you.

It is night. The air is warm and comfortable in my comrade's living room, the tapestries and sculpture, the crafted cedar, Nirvana is playing in the background, the air is warm w/ friendship and sweet smoke. Then, my eyes meet yours for the first time, I can feel your sex for me, would I taste those inviting lips? I become lost in your eyes, while I'm trying to talk. You are so intelligent and sharp, when you move, I notice your body: "perky" round tits that are calling to me. How I would kiss your neck. Your eyes; you are beautiful. My eyes move to your thighs and perfect round ass.

"You are so smart, I'm really enjoying this!" I admit. You are just like my dream girl.. The conversation is philosophical, everything is in terms of the soul. This honesty I'm encountering within her mind brings out a new man, I become enraptured with her beauty. She is like the first woman. Her face is like the first woman, it is very smooth.

It was all fun and games, being set free in our spirits. We are one company, proud and humble, young and old, ever learning and knowing all. I am pleasantly rewarded when you are on my arm, everything about you, your scent and nature; we are one most of all. The events of the night were many, and I loved you. I kiss you on your soft cheek, and tell you my heart.

We are at my apartment. I am a prince of a small country, but I live here to become a better man and to study under wise teachers, nevertheless, the trappings are real lavish. The colors are dark, with dark purples and reds and blues near black. There is a painting above an inviting entertainment-system, it is a real Pollack in red, green, and black stripes. We drink rich hot chocolate, while I play with your slightly curling hair, and complement your features. I tell you about my life, that you are the most beautiful of anything.

We are kissing, it is like the dream, only real. Hearing you getting off on this makes my world explode. I kiss parts of your face, it is all like the first thing I've ever done. So hot. Lick and bite your neck, and instinctively caress your tits, through your shirt. To kiss you raises the hairs on my neck, I think. Pretty soon, my tongue is at your nipple, playing at your bud, and my hand rests on your warm sex. I'm listening to you, and I'm feeling it all.

"Kiss my pussy, baby, I want you to make love to my pussy, now." And I pull off your pants and silky panties, and softly nibble your clit. I'm doing a bunch of figure 8's on it with my tongue, feeling you out. I can feel your back stiffening as you get more and more horny. I'm completely involved in pleasuring you, and do things without knowing them. You are a whole package, and I even reach for your g-spot and start fucking you with my tongue. I love this contact with you, making you moan is wonderful.

We go to the bedroom, and I put on some sandalwood incense. There is light piano in the background, like raindrops only, and beautiful. A kiss turns into deep passionate contact, very busy. Soon, I am fucking your pussy in heavy contractions of my dick, it is fire, unity, the rhythm of the thing is deeply shared, because the connection has never been so real. I know we are still and together in our souls, I have not felt this way.

I think I'm feeling your breasts, and sounding your name, fucking your pussy is deep and hard. I am strong, my body is like Batman's, I am going the distance with you, and I need you to be honest with me. I am fucking you hard while you cry out, "o god, o god, ooooooh, baby don't stop!!!"

We are going to cum, when you cry out, "ooooh, I'm gonna cum, mmmm, oh, I'm gonna cum!" Your hand near your clit. We are somehow in synch. You hold me while I spill my semen deep in your crotch. An eternity passes, before I pull out and take off my condom, limp but still hard. I enjoyed saying your name all those times. We kiss and I kiss you on the cheek.

"That was wonderful, it was blessed; I could have you an eternity. You were wonderful!" I let you know everything.

Later, we eat flesh, and drink tasty wine, and flip through channels on T.V. Then we made love until the morning light, it brought us together. You do everything you want to, and I do everything I want, and we kept cumming together, in a giant pyramid.

You Can't Hide Beautiful

Jason looked upon his fiancée with adoration as she lay sleeping soundly next to him in their bed. Her soft brown curly hair spilled along her back and shoulders, some of the ends tickling his nose as he snuggled in close behind her, wrapping his arm protectively around her waist. The mid-morning sun leaked in through the gaps of the closed blinds, ignored altogether by the sleepy couple still in bed. Saturday mornings were meant for sleeping in, and neither of the pair was interested in changing that fact. The addition that this morning was a cold Christmas Eve morning made the desire to sleep in even stronger. Marea's long eyelashes fluttered against her cheekbones lightly in response to Jason's movements, but she did not wake. She made no motions other than the soft rise and fall of her breast as she breathed in and out with the slow and heavy pace of one asleep. Jason brushed her hair out of the way and kissed her bare shoulder gently before resting his head on it, more than willing to lay next to her for a little while longer.

Jason's eyes wandered around the room. He'd gone to bed early the night before, and was not sleepy now, although he didn't want to get up, either. He was content to let his mind wander and to watch Marea sleep. He thought she was even more beautiful when she slept; her features would relax and, often, a hint of a smile would be playing at her lips. He nuzzled his nose into her neck and remembered the first time he'd seen her smile. That day, almost seven years ago, was always remembered by Jason as a long, although happy one.

They'd met in college, fresh out of high school, both of them trying to get used to a new educational system. Both were enrolled in the same math class, and during classes, both of them wished to have been somewhere else at the time. In high school, Jason was always the popular guy who everyone knew. All the girls wanted him and all the guys wanted to be him. His brilliant dark blue eyes the colour of an ocean stood out strongly against his dark brown wavy hair, and standing six foot three inches, he was taller than most. His hair was wavy and soft and just long enough for the ends to spill slightly over a high shirt collar. He usually kept himself clean-shaven, but sometimes allowed a bit of stubble to form whenever he was lazy. He didn't think much about his weight; he guessed he could have lost a few pounds, but he was healthy and for the most part had a defined body.

He had a mostly Italian background, and loved food almost as much as he loved to cook it. He was an intelligent person, loved to play sports, and was popular with teachers as well, putting him in the limelight at his former school. He was plunged into college, however, with none of that base group of people he knew and he was unsure of himself in such a different environment. He was no longer in automatic favour, and he kind of liked this idea of a clean slate. Walking into math class and plunking his overly expensive textbooks on the desk without getting talked to was a relief for him, and he enjoyed his time scanning the classroom. Just before the bell rang, a girl quickly paced in through the door, and chose the first empty seat she saw, beside him. It was obvious she had been running to class as her cheeks were flushed and sweat was beading on her forehead. She tried to discreetly mop her brow, embarrassed, but nobody was paying attention to her, except for Jason.

He was getting bored of watching the professor prep for class so he decided to study his new neighbour. She was taller than most for a girl, and was most definitely at least a head shorter than he. Her brown curly hair was pulled back and twisted into a bun at the nape of her neck, while strands constantly loosened and broke free to frame her face. Her eyes were solid brown, and studying her profile, he noted that her lashes were long and her lips, especially her lower one, were full. Her skin was tanned, and the look of her in general suggested a Hispanic background. She took no note of his scrutiny and flipped disgustedly through her textbook, obviously loathing the formulas in front of her. His eyes swept over her from head to toe, and the first thing he took note of was her physical size. She was not a small person, and her broad shoulders stuck out like a sore thumb in being larger than most. Her body was not trim, nor was it obese. He saw her suck her stomach in, a sign she was not fully comfortable in her skin. The gesture caused him to look at her face quickly, but she was still absorbed in her book, so he continued his gazing. Her breasts were largeish, but seemed smaller in comparison to the rest of her, and her thighs fit along with the rest of her body. He rested his head on his arm, taking her in interestedly. Most people wouldn't have given her a second glance over. Still, something about her intrigued him. Her features were lovely, and he found it endearing the way she frowned as she studied her text while hugging her arms around her in an attempt to hide her middle. His train of thought was interrupted by the professor clearing his throat and introducing Math 101.

Some months later, they had already become fast friends. They were study partners, and worked well together. Jason had found her personality addicting from just a few minutes into their first conversation after their first math class together. She had turned to him and smiled, offering her hand and introducing herself. Jason shook her hand and felt a twinge inside him as he gazed at her smile. He loved seeing her face light up, and she looked very pretty when it did. Her smile was bright and genuine, and matched her personality, he soon found. She was open and energetic, and often liked to shock him by saying out of place things, which were also sometimes suggestive. He couldn't help but chuckle along with her as she laughed at his facial expressions when she said something random and/or innuendous.

Their friendship built up over their next years at college, and Jason had a few tough relationships, through which Marea was always there to support him. She educated him of the wonders of cookie dough ice cream, and she always made sure to let him know she was there for him. His support for her came in a slightly different form. She was more than dissatisfied with her appearance, as most girls are, and no matter how many times Jason tried to tell her how he felt otherwise, she would still sometimes end up in a low mood. He would help her through these and distract her as well as encourage. When her boyfriend cheated on her, he held her and soothed her, and over time helped her build up her shattered confidence. The two of them became very close, and their other friends began asking them when they were going to start being an item and banging each other already.

Jason smiled to himself when he thought of how foreshadowing that joke was, and tightened his grip around Marea's sleeping form. He looked over at her again and kissed the corner of her mouth, laughing softly as her lips twitched in reflex response.

He remembered clearly how after a while, every time he saw her through the years, he had a feeling whose meaning he could not fathom. His stomach would sometimes do a flip if she looked at him, or his arms would ache to hug her close to him at times. The day her ex-boyfriend cheated on her and she dumped him, about two years into their friendship, he held her close as her body shook with silent sobs. He stroked her back, and realized how right it felt to have her in his arms. He loved her, and he knew it, but he couldn't tell her. What if she didn't love him back? What if it ruined their friendship? He didn't want to chance it, and thus kept silent for just over a year whilst wanting her from afar.

He snuggled in and listened to the ever-playing radio, now on some country station Marea had tuned it to sometime last night. That was one thing that he never understood about her: her taste in music. What with a mix of country, folk, rock, pop, easy listening, and some metal, her music playlists were scattered, but nonetheless amusing to listen to. He listened to the music, too comfortable to get up and change the station. A man crooned out lyrics, "Then she falls asleep with just my t-shirt on, and even when her hair's messed up and her makeup gone, you can't hide beautiful, you can't hide wonderful..." His ears pricked up at the song and remembered hearing it several times playing on Marea's MP3 player. He gazed at her sadly and hugged her closer, realizing how much she needed to realize such a thing for herself. He remembered how through the years despite what she thought of her body, he always thought she was gorgeous. He just wished she would see it for herself. The first time they'd had sex was the first time she'd ever had an enjoyable experience during lovemaking, and it tugged on his heartstrings to remember how she held him tight to her in the afterglow and began to cry, burying her face into his neck and thanking him over and over. The hand draped over her belly clenched into a fist and his mouth set in a firm line as he thought with distaste about her previous boyfriend. The asshole had not treated her well; it was obvious in the way she reacted with surprise, embarrassment, or hesitation when Jason gave her compliments. He began to sing softly along with the radio, "Everytime she moves she gets me, she doesn't even know she's sexy..." His voice trailed off as he realized how stupid he probably sounded, but he couldn't help singing the chorus quietly to her. His low voice murmured into her ear, "You can't hide beautiful, you can't hide wonderful..." and abruptly stopped when she stirred. He cringed, and waited to see if she was awake or not. Marea sighed softly and picked his arm up off of her. Obviously awake, she turned around to face him and draped his arm back over herself.

"Hey," she purred sleepily and nuzzled his cheek, her eyes refusing to open.

"Hey yourself," Jason kissed her nose and tightened his grip around her.

"Have I ever told you that you have a beautiful singing voice?"

"Mmm... nope. Don't think so."

Marea yawned, "Well you do... please don't stop..." Her eyelashes tickled his collarbone as she nestled her head under his chin and wrapped an arm around him, eyes still closed.

Jason lifted up his arm and brushed a lock of hair away from her face. "You really do have bad taste in music, don't you?"

"Mmm... shut up." She smiled against his chest and squeezed him against her a little. "Go on. Sing, please?"

Jason felt himself blush a bit as he sang with the radio, "No way to disguise the way that she shines, you can't hide beautiful..." He stroked her back and within a few seconds she had dropped off to sleep again, her leg hooked around him and her naked chest pressed against his. He sighed contentedly and rested his head on hers. The feel of her soft curves pressed against him was a turn on, and he vowed after he'd let her have a bit more sleep he'd wake her up with his fingers between her legs. He slid his hand down her back to cup her full bottom, and stroked her skin softly and lovingly. He remembered the first time he ever saw that delicious butt of hers without the jeans. They were roommates, and he and Marea shared a bedroom and slept in bunk beds due to lack of space in their small apartment. They were very comfortable around each other; Marea would often wander around the apartment wearing only a towel after a shower, and he would often lounge in only his boxers. They had been rooming together for about half a year before they became a couple exactly four years ago. For him, that night was one of those nights you just never forget.

He and Marea were having a nice Christmas Eve movie night at home and they, being bored with the movie, ignored it and began talking. The movie ended, and although the gas fireplace kept going, Marea complained of a chill. Jason suggested she get a blanket and they curl up with some hot chocolate and maybe try another movie. He offered to get the drinks going if she would get the blanket, and Marea agreed, stating she needed to have a shower and change into pyjamas anyway. Marea headed for the bathroom and Jason rifled through the cupboards looking for the cocoa powder. After ten minutes of searching (and spilling the contents of a mystery spice container on him) he decided to ask Marea if she knew where it was and to change his now messy shirt. He figured she'd be out of the shower by then and in a towel, so he pulled off his dirty shirt and knocked on the door and gave her a few seconds before opening it and walking into the dim room. What he saw made his jaw drop and his shirt fall to the floor in astonishment. Marea, glistening wet from the shower, was sitting on her lower bunk naked with her legs spread and her fingers rubbing her sex. Jason felt he should apologize, leave, and shut the door behind him, but he just stared at her and she just stared at him, each of them embarrassed for the other. Jason held her gaze and took a chance. He thought to himself "Now or never," and whispered softly, "No... please... don't stop."

Marea had curled up into a ball on her bunk in an effort to hide her body, and looked at Jason, confused and hopeful all at the same time. He slowly walked over and sat down beside her on the bed, his eyes taking her in from her dripping curls to her little toes. Marea's face reddened as he picked up her towel and started to gently dry her hair a little, and she snatched the towel away and draped it over herself, trying to hide herself from his view. Jason gently cupped her face in his hands, looking at her with eyes full of concern, and simply said, "Do you want me to leave?" He gazed deeply into her eyes, furrowing his brow, worrying that he had said and done the wrong things.

"Yes... No! I just... don't... I just don't know if you'll like what you'll see," her voice faltered as she broke his gaze and huddled tighter, hiding under the towel.

With that, Jason put his arms around her and picked her up with ease to sit her on his lap, pushing the towel off of her body. He wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear, "No more of that bullshit, okay? I should have told you this over and over and over for years until you got sick of me. To me, you are perfect. I want no more and no less than you, and you have no idea how much..." He put his hand under her chin and turned her head to look him in the eyes, and said what he'd wanted to say for a long, long time.

"I love you."

Marea looked into his eyes, fighting back tears, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She whispered, "I love you too," and kissed him. Her hair dripped water all over them both as her lips pressed softly against his. Jason guided her body so that she was straddling his lap and facing him, and pulled her close. His fingers traced patterns up and down her back as their first kiss elevated from soft and sensual to a more passionate level. Marea's hands entwined in Jason's hair, and she moaned softly into his mouth as his hands slid down to cup her bottom and squeezed it gently. As much as Jason wanted to grab her and shaft her into the mattress, he controlled himself and took his time. "This is the first time she'll have had someone take care of her, and I'm going to make sure she has the most enjoyable time she's ever had," he thought to himself, and resolved to slowly but surely draw her pleasure out of her tonight. He would not rush, and would take his sweet time enjoying her body as she enjoyed his.

Marea cupped his face into her hands and broke the kiss, breathing a little more rapidly and licking her now swollen, red lips. She looked down at him lovingly and furrowed her brow in thought. He looked back up at her, taking in the scent of her fruity shampoo, and looked at her questioningly. "Do you want to stop, babe?" The endearment rolled off his tongue before he knew what he was saying, and she blushed, pleased, and smiled at him.

"No... it's just... I wanted to tell you that... I've never... actually... done this before... with someone else..." she faltered, pausing in between her words. She quickly added, "I've done some things, but I haven't..." her voice trailed off, looking at him worriedly.

He caressed her face, and kissed her lightly again. "Shh," he murmured into her lips, "don't worry. I'll take care of you." He stroked the back of her head gently and nuzzled into the hollow just below her jawline, licking the soft skin. "Are you still on that pill?"

Marea moaned softly and tightened her grip on his wavy locks. "Yes," she managed to whimper, and shivered as Jason blew cool air over her shoulders.

"Excellent," Jason nibbled on her tender flesh and noticed her shaking slightly. "Let's get you dried off first, though," he said with a concerned voice, "I don't want you to get cold." He grabbed her bottom and stood up with her still wrapping her legs around his hips. Marea gripped his neck and shoulders and cried out in surprised pleasure as her still-engorged clit shifted against the denim of his jeans and sent bolts of electricity through her body. Jason smiled at her and set her down gently. The wet stain on Jason's jeans stood out and he grinned, eyeing the cause of the mark nestled in between Marea's thighs. He took a good long look at her body, and frowned at her attempts to hide herself with her hands. He grabbed her hands and held them at her sides as he kissed her again and looked at her seriously. "Don't do that," he begged. "Don't hide from me."

She looked at him worriedly, but obediently kept her arms at her sides when he let go, her face turning pink with embarrassment. He kissed her forehead and picked up her towel, lying in a forgotten pile on the floor. He patted her body dry and worked the towel through her curly tresses, absorbing some excess moisture out of her shoulder-length hair. All the while she pressed close to him, trying not to meet his piercing gaze lest she turn a deeper shade of red. He sighed sadly, upset that she should feel so much loathing for herself, and nuzzled at her neck once more. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into his touch, pressing her naked body against him and moaning softly. He reached down and picked her up, cradling her in his strong arms, and carried her to the bed they were just on. He sat her down on the bed, pushing her gently to lean back against the wall. He nudged her thighs open and spread her legs wide, inhaling the scent of her already wet sex. His thumb pressed against her clit, making her hiss with pleasure, and his fingers stroked over her soft freshly shaven mound. Her arms wrapped around her middle, and he frowned at her, willing her to stop with his eyes. She looked away and tightened her grip on herself, almost forgetting what she was feeling between her legs.

Jason suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked at her intently, as if he was deciding on something. She slowly looked up to meet his gaze and was almost floored by the amount of desire she saw in his eyes. He stood up, stepped back, and undid his jeans, sliding them and his boxers down his legs, revealing a raging erection standing proudly away from his body. Marea looked at him appreciatively, enjoying the view she had of his beautiful form. His chest was broad and his limbs were strong, and his tan skin was smooth over his muscles, every so often rippling as he moved. His chest had a light sprinkling of dark hair on it, and Marea's eyes travelled down his body, watching as his chest narrowed to his waist and hips. She noted and smiled fondly to herself at the slight love handles around his middle, and at the hint of a treasure trail leading toward the mat of trimmed pubic hair planted just over his hard cock. She stared at it, mouth slightly open in wonder. It was long and thick, and so deliciously hard. The mushroom head was circumcised and was a slight shade of purple with precum oozing at the tip. Her intense gaze was enough to make even Jason blush, and it was his turn to feel nervous. His stomach did that oh-so-familiar flip he knew so well, and he moved to kneel between her spread legs on the bed.

You See...

I wrote this a while ago. It doesn't include any explicit sex at all, but I hope it is erotic - and romantic.

-----------------------------------------------

"You see..."

"You see," he said, "or at least, I expect you do. Most women seem to know what I am thinking better than I do. So I expect it's no surprise that, that is, or ... er ... well,"

He paused, looking at her face. The expression there seemed to say quite plainly, "What the hell are you on about?"

"You see, I want to seduce you." She was going to speak, but he hurried on. He didn't want an answer yet.

"You see, well, after what you said the other night, I didn't think that I stood much chance. Once bitten, twice shy they say and although you didn't say much, well very little at all really, but I rather thought that it sounded as if you hadn't just been bitten, more like chewed up. So. Er."

Once again he came to a halt. Her expression had changed. Not a lot, but maybe, "What the hell?" had softened very slightly. Maybe now it only said, "What on earth?" It still didn't look too encouraging!

"You see," he said. Though it was fairly obvious that she didn't. "You see, it rather sounded as though that affair...

"Well, you didn't actually say it was an affair, but you did say...

"Actually, I can't remember just what you did say, really. But it was definitely something about sex. Er, that you hadn't enjoyed it. Or something like that. I do remember thinking it seemed a waste, not fair. I mean ..."

Her expression had definitely gone back to, "What the hell?" and might easily be adding, "And what business is it of yours anyway?"

"Well, anyhow, I mean, it all sounds like a perfect set up doesn't it? You staying here just now. Both of us living in the same flat. Nothing to get in the way. Not even locks on the doors! But I mean, it just doesn't seem to work that way when you come down to it. Instead of making it easier, it all just seems to be more awkward. And so you see, I thought. Er. Well..."

Her expression had changed again. Now it seemed to say, "I still don't know what you're on about, but whatever it is I wish you'd get on with it!"

"Look, just listen for a moment please? I mean if I had just asked you for a date, well maybe you'd have said yes, but then, I mean it sounds a bit odd, doesn't it? Here we are. Living in the same house. We eat our meals together anyway, most nights. How do I ask you for a date for just another meal? Not even going out? But that's how it would work - and it really could work you know!"

She was still looking sceptical, but perhaps, "What the hell?" had gone back to, "What on earth?"

"I mean, maybe you'd have said yes, but it would all have been fairly obvious, wouldn't it? And after one bad experience already. And there's been all this stuff about date rape in the papers and on the radio. And if it was rough for you last time. I mean, being frightened isn't the ideal start and it isn't as if you could walk out and go home. This is your home just now, so you couldn't do that and so. Er."

He looked at her again. Even the "What?" seemed to have disappeared now. He knew that if that expression got into words, he really had blown it!

"No, wait. Just a moment. It needn't be like that!

"Just say that you did say yes," though that looked unlikely. "If you did, well, we'd make it a Saturday so I wasn't at work. During the afternoon, I could cut some wood for a fire. We've got plenty, but it needs cutting up. You know, small enough to fit the grate.

"Then I could have a bath first - you'd be surprised how much of a sweat you work up sawing wood. Then after I'd done, you could have your turn while I got the food ready.

"I thought we could start with a glass of sherry. Yes, I know that's not food, but it still seems part of the meal. In a way, that is.

"Then I thought we'd have melon for starters. It's not very exciting, but I could get it all ready in the fridge - and it is nice and refreshing.

"After that, there's this thing I learnt to do in France. It's very simple, but ever so good. Just fried goose liver, but with a lettuce salad done with mustard and wine vinegar dressing, with some white wine. Oh, and just bread. They do some good bread at the supermarket now. They have a bakery in the store. The bread's really fresh. You know, nice and crusty, but lovely and soft inside. Sometimes it's still warm when you get it off the shelf. And there's some really nice stuff with seeds on top. Not the light coloured ones, dark ones. I don't know what sort of seeds they are, but..."

This time her expression clearly said that while bread could be an interesting subject for conversation under some circumstances, just now really was not the time!

"For pudding," he hurried on, "there's something I came across ages ago. I was staying overnight with my flat-mate's family and there was an old family friend of theirs staying too. He was a bachelor apparently and they were telling him how easy it was to make: 'Even you could make this,' they said. 'You just take equal amounts of whipped cream and advocaat and mix it together.' But it tastes wonderful, real ambrosia.

"Then coffee and brandy to finish with.

"No," he said, anticipating what her face was saying now.

"No, not to get you drunk. If you're drunk it isn't much good anyway, but a drop or two helps you relax. Well, it helps me anyway." And he wished he'd had a drop or two right then. Or even three.

"We'd take that through to the sitting room.

"You see, I thought we could have the meal in the kitchen. There's room enough for the little table. And we could have a candle. In that candle stick, you know. And then while I was cooking the liver - it only takes a couple of minutes - then I wouldn't have to go away and leave you. I could put another couple of candles by the cooker. So I could see what I was doing.

"Oh, and I'd've lit the fire before we ate. In the sitting room. So it would have burned up well. And I'd nip through to put some more wood on while the kettle boiled for the coffee.

"And then, like I said, we'd take the coffee through and sit in front of the fire and drink it. And talk. And I'd put my arm round you and we could just cuddle for a bit. And, er, kiss. And, er... "

He couldn't see her expression at all now. His eyes were fixed somewhere about three weeks the other side of the wall.

"You see," he burst out, "it isn't fair! It can be good! So good! If. If you're not in a rush. And there isn't anything to interrupt. And, if you trust each other so you don't have to be frightened. You know, frightened of what's happening. Or frightened to say no. Or frightened of not saying no.

"It can be so good to stroke and be stroked. To hold. The feeling of skin on skin."

He laughed quietly. "It's funny. 'Skin!' It's such an unromantic word, so not sexy! It sounds almost ridiculous, 'Skin!' But the feeling. The sound. You know, the touch of skin on skin. Soft and smooth. Sometimes warm and wonderful, sometimes cool and... And. And, well. It can be really something!

"And then, after a while, we could, well we could...

"But don't think you'd have to. I mean I know that 'No' means no, so

"So...

"So you mustn't say no if you don't mean it.

"I'm not playing games, but,

"But,

"But I hope you don't.

"That you don't say, 'No.'

"I mean,

"I mean I'd,

"Well,

"You see?"

And there he stopped.

He stopped because he couldn't speak with her lips against his.

So it seemed that she did see...

You Take My Breath Away

Do you realize the effect you have on me? Do you understand just what being close to you does to my system? I really don't think you do.

From the start it was you pursing me. It was you who asked me to see you. I was content just living my life, chatting and trying to imagine what you looked like. I loved talking with the "sexy" voice on the other end of the line. The everyday talk, the flirting . You persisted and I gave in. I came to meet you on your turf even. Something I never do.

You were there in front of me with bounding glory. Sweet, sexy, and honest. I felt safe, warm, and comfortable with you. I felt the attraction the moment I got close to you. The heat that generated from your body was almost unbearable. My body shuddered at your touch. My stomach did flips. My head was swimming.

Your touch was gentle, yet so full of passion and desire. It was a hungry touch. It consumed me and swept me away. I was hooked on you and your touch; on your kisses; on your smile; on your eyes; on absolutely all of you.

It felt like forever since I had seen you. The last time we were together it was holding hands and stealing kisses in the park. We spent so much time together those first few weeks. Then as quickly as you rushed in, you pulled away. I had gotten use to your calls, to your messages, to the visits we shared. Then ..."POOF" no more. We once had found the time to be together, at least once a week. And we needed to capture those minutes again.

We had finally gotten some time set aside to be together and as usual your work had to be done first and I was stood up. No call telling me that you weren't coming, no nothing. I was crushed. I had put a lot of things on the line to be there with you. Not that I didn't want to, I did. I so desperately wanted to see you. I left text messages, voice mails, everything I could think of on your cell phone. It was the only way I knew how to reach you. I got nothing back. I left for home a broken woman.

A couple of days went by and I was frantic with worry about you. Even though we only knew each other a short time, I felt as if you would not do that sort of thing to someone. I figured if you didn't want to see me you would tell me. You may appear hard and rough on the outside but I do know you have a soft sweet side as well. With this in mind, I searched the hospital reports, the police reports, and even the obituaries. Nothing.......

I had just given up hope. I decided to move on and forget it. I had been blown off I thought. Oh well, life moves on. I thought to myself. We were brought together for some reason and if we are meant to be together we will be. Then another day went by and still nothing from you. Out of the clear blue my phone rang, it was your ringer. I answered it and it was you. You told me about the ordeal of losing your phone. You, like me only had one way to contact me and the cell was it.

You said you were not angry at me for the comments I had made when I was so upset, and that you did want to see me. I was relieved just to know you were ok. What a huge feeling of pressure that had been released.

Damn you for making me feel this way. I had promised myself I wouldn't do this. I wasn't going to get hooked. I was in it simply for the heated sex, the snuggling, and the companionship, definitely not the attachment. I was not going to get emotional. I would not allow myself to get that way. Why oh why did I go and do exactly the opposite of what I promised myself I would not do.? I haven't figured that one out yet, other than we can usually control what we have on our minds, but not our hearts.

Now that I know you want to continue to see me, I am moving with caution. I still desire you. I still want you more than ever, but my emotions can't take it. So if I seem a little distant, that is why. I can't believe things have went to the levels they have. But who can ever predict where things will go. I do not regret anytime we have spent together. I do not regret anything we have done. It has all been beautiful. The only thing I am upset about is the fact that I let my emotions run away with me.

ENOUGH.................................................

We have made plans to meet for an overnight rendevous. I at first thought we would be together all day starting in the early morning...NOT....but I guess someone has to work. I sat most of the day playing on the computer and texting you when I could. Just waiting for a sign from you.

The time comes when I can no longer wait, I have to go or it will blow my cover. I get in my car, gas up and the drive to a hotel. Thank goodness they had a room. I text you letting you know that all the plans are set in motion. You just have to show up. Hours go by and no word. I get this sinking feeling you aren't coming. As usual I am let down, or at least I feel that way at this point. I am here in an empty room, two big beds, hoping to be with you, yet where are you?

The questions start to turn and twist in my head. Do you really want to be with me or are you just tell me things to string me along? The phone rings and it is you. You explain how a rain storm has come and ruined one of the jobs that you were almost finished on. Now you will have to do some of it all over as soon as the rain stops. So now it will be even later before you can be there with me. You assure me you will be there and that you want to be there. I take that in confidence and settle back on the bed.

Two hours pass by and I am stewing, staring at the tv but not watching. If you don't show I still have to stay. I can't go home now. What would I say? I really don't want to go home. I want to be with you. That is what this whole day has been about. US and being together. Am I going to be the stupid fool again? I sure hope not.

My cell rings and it is you. You are just outside the door but can't get in. I go and let you in. IT is so good to see you. I thought I had forgotten what you looked like. I thought I had forgotten that smile, those eyes. Once in the room I put my arms around you and give you a kiss that has been waiting on my lips for a very long time. The embrace is warm and inviting and the kiss is full of the passion I remember. I can feel that you still want me as much as you ever did.

You put your things down and tell me how much you have missed me. We go to the bed and stretch out across it just kissing and caressing. You smile at me and I see the gleam in those beautiful blue eyes. That one that tells me you want me. I want you so badly I feel my knees go weak. My stomach turns over several times and you take my breath away...once again.

I remove my dress and reveal nothing underneath. You watch at me with hungry eyes as I undress and slide in beside you on the bed. I get on top and passionately kiss you and then wonder downward to the top of your jeans. I take my time to remove them looking at you with a wanton stare. I hope you feel the heat that emits from my body as I lust for you. It has been such a long time since we made love that I can barely control the hungry urges as I undress you.

You see the famished look that spreads across my face. You know it is hard to control your own animal urges. You want to make love to me as badly as I want it and you can barely keep your hands from just plunging into me. You eagerly run your hands across my silken milky skin taking time to enjoy the softness under your touch. You send shivers across my body as I melt at the touch of your warmth. I reach for you to kiss you and caress you letting my hand glide across your masculinity. I have missed you so very much. I know you can feel my heart pounding. I know you can feel the heat that radiates from my loins. You start with gentle kisses that tour down my body to the vaginal lips that emit the hot juices that you so desire.

Those juices have been building up since the minute I knew you were on your way. Even before that. I think of you often and that is what happens to me....I just get all hot and so aroused at the thought of us together in one heaping mass of sweat and passion.

You take your mouth and gently start to taste my fluid. You tickle my clit as you flick it with your tongue making sure to do it soft and gentle then faster quick licks....ahhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmm sooooooo very erotic and arousing...I gyrate my hips to the touch of your mouth. Moans of pleasure escape me and I can't stop the noise. It feels so very good. I grasp your head in my hands groping your hair. You continue to feed from me as a hungry child. Your hands beneath my buttocks squeeze my cheeks as you engorge yourself. Pleasuring me to no end. You keep up the feeding as you feel me spasm around your tongue expelling a fountain of fluid. You drink from the fountain as it flows forth lapping up every drop moaning at the taste. I then feel you kiss your way back up my body. I want to return the pleasure but you won't have it. You want to have your way with me. You turn me onto my stomach and begin to kiss your way down my back to my buttocks. You begin licking my clit again sucking on my vaginal lips and plunging your tongue into my cave as you lick up to my anus licking the outer portion of it. Oh my what pleasure I have never felt. SO wonderful. Magic. Different. I was enjoying it more than I thought I would. Using your fingers you continue to lick my anus as you plummet your two fingers into my vagina moving them in and out feeling the warmth of my womanhood and the wetness that was escaping me. The moans of pleasure just reeled you to the edge. You got so turned on by hearing me want you more and wanting you to pleasure me. You loved seeing me gyrate under you at your touch. It was like a puppet on a string as you pleasured me I moved to inhale more of it. I could hear you moan and feel you move. Your rock hard dick was pressed against me as you moved up my back with soft gentle kisses. I could feel you enter me from behind.. It was so wet and warm and you slid in with out any problems. You took your finger and used it to slide into my anus giving me another sensation. Nothing like I had ever done. No one goes near that. Always say an exit only. I guess when the heat pleasure and passion takes over it makes no difference as long as it is pleasurable and not painful. I felt you move in and out of my vagina as I arched my back to take more of you. It felt so good I wanted more I wanted all of you. It was as though I could not get enough of you. I moved to your rhythm. I could feel you tighten up and your hard cock was swollen and throbbing. I could tell you were on the verge of a mighty eruption. I moved faster to meet your enterance. It was such an overwhelming feeling. I felt my clit throb and my vaginal walls convulse and spasm as I climaxed to your stroke. I heard you gasp with an ahhhhhhhhh sound as you took a hard stroke and spewed your seed into me. Your grip tightened around me as you held me close expelling all of your fluid, with a couple of quick strokes. Oh my it was so powerful so wonderful...indescribable. If a person could bottle everything I had just experienced, that person would be a forever rich person.

I turned to look at you. I stroked your hair and kissed you. I let you know just how amazing the session we had just experienced was. It was absolutely like nothing I had ever done before.

You smiled at me and said, "I know, but I also said if it is done right you would like it."

"Yes you were right." I said with a pleasing grin across my face.

You pulled me close to you and held me tight as we lay together just enjoying the afterglow of the moment. This is nice, I thought as I snuggled in your arms just thinking about what had just happened and feeling the exhaustion that had over come me.