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The elevator raised swiftly in the high-rise, opening on the third floor. She caught her breath as he stepped in, people giving him a wide distance. He was tall- well over six foot, broad shoulder, and slim waist. The expense business suit set off his frame to perfection, the aura of power around him. Out of place was the long golden hair he had braided in a long thick rope down his back. The doors closed and up it rose. She watched as he pushed the third ground level…parking lot. Must be leaving a business meeting, she was thinking, looking at the hair. Seeing him glance at his watch, she gave a silent mmmm. To have it loose, running her hands … she felt her body heat up as she let her fantasy flow… only to gasp as he turned his head to look right at her. His eyes…they were golden in color. As she felt her breath leave her body, he moved closer to her, smiling. Me? Oh no. Men like this do not look at woman like her. She tugged the blouse down, cussing the extra 40 lbs she carried. He moved to stand beside her, even though there was plenty of room in the elevator, astounding her. Yes, breathing would be nice. She felt lightheaded and started to talk to herself. “Calm down girl. He is only standing beside you as the elevator empty. At the back wall so he would not have to move out of peoples way”



She had to look…she tilted her face a little…and found him looking down at her, his own face tilted. She snapped her head back to the front, and coughed. “Ok then” she heard her voice say in her head…and at his small laugh beside her in a deep muscular tone; she prayed it had been inside her mind. She lowered her head, closed her eyes and counted to ten, feeling the elevator stopping a two times. When she took a deep breath, she raised her head, not afraid of this man, her ‘I am woman, hear me roar’ Attitude back in place…when she notice only one other man was with them still. Were the hell did all the people go? Shit… and as she watched, the door slide open, and he left them. Alone. She looked up and notices she only had two floors until she was on the floor she needed. Ok…It is not as if he will start a conversation or anything with … “I do love your scent. May I ask what you wear?” Huh?



She looks up and sees he had turned to face her, and watched as he lifted his head, sniffing the air like a bog. Funny, but she was the one in heat…or was that just cats? He smiled at her and she smiled back…when the floor jarred and the elevator lurked to a stop. He reached out to steady her, hand at her shoulder. The blouse offered little protection, as his heat coved her shoulder, her body tingled… He moved away, and she took the much needed breath, catching a soft scent of…woods? Of fall leaves, moss beside a small stream? Must be costly to smell that damn good. She watched as he hit the buttons, and then hit the call button. He opened the little phone box, and looking at his watch, cussed. So he was running late. Most likely to see a sexy model for a late dinner as the sun would be sitting, the gibbous moon already rising. She half listens as he talked, but she understood they knew the elevator was stuck, and was working on the problem. He hung the phone up and looked at her. “Said it should be only a few minutes”



She laughed at that. “Last time it took them over an hour.” She noticed his frown, and him looking at the watch on his wrist again. “But they may be faster this time.” “I hope so.” She sighs- nothing like a god of a male in a hurry to get away from you. She dropped her briefcase, with as much grace as she could muster in her skirt, sat down, and curled her legs to one side, stroking her legs as she did. He let out a growl, and turned away from her. A growl? Damn, but the man was sexy as hell. No- he was sin. All wrapped in a business suite sin. She watched as he pulled at the braid, and his hair loosened into a waterfall of golden silk. It was longer then she first though- hitting him in the middle of his back.



She did not know she let out a purr of pleasure, and gasp as he turned to her. Gone was the businessman, and in its place…she could only think of a warrior of old. His eyes changed to a deeper golden color, his size bigger as he pulls off his tie and suit coat. He let them fall to the floor as he started to unbutton his shirt. She rubbed her legs again as the chest came into view muscular with a thick coat of golden hair. Fur. She smiled as that image came into her mind. Wonder if he is covered ever were … his legs, the hip area… she wondered, as she watched him start pacing. Was he afraid? No, so he was not claustrophodic. As if an animal pinned in a cage- he paced. “Do you want to sit down?” she asked him. “NO!” He growled at her. She pulled her self into a tighter ball, afraid of him for the first time. “I am sorry.” He walks to her and squats in front of her, the pants tighten on his big thick legs. “I am not …” He noticed were her eyes were, and reached out to take her hand. She did not pull away until she notices were he was pulling it between his legs. “Hey, let me go.” “You wish to touch me.” He placed her small warm hand against his hardness. “There is no need to hide your desire from me. I can smell it on you”



She knew to pull her hand away, to stop this…but when he let her hand go, she could only stroke him. He let out a deep purr and she smiled. She moved to sit up on her knees, and started to kiss his chest, using her free hand to move the soft shirt aside. She licked at his nipple, and a low growl came from him. She placed her face against the chest hair and stroke it along her cheek, turning to kiss him, then rub her other cheek against the soft fur. He gripped her by her hair and her head pulled back as he lowered his lips to take hers. She felt raw passion in his kiss, the most she ever felt from a man. Lips crushed against her own teeth, as she did not open her mouth fast enough for his tongue. She felt the strong hot tongue with its sharp end thrust deep into her mouth and she moaned in pleasure. She felt his hand at her knee, working upward, as her own hands plowed into his thick hair. The scent from before surrounded her, but a new one added. Musk. Like an animal scent, but male. Finding her garter belt, he moved inward, and cupped her mound. She gasps, moving her lips to his cheek so she could breathe, as he pushed up on her wet hot silk.



“You are ready for me. Good” She felt his strong hands at her hips, and turned to her hands and knees. She felt cold air on her ass as he pushed her skirt up over her hips. She realized as he went behind her that she had to stop him. “Look, I never said…” “You did not have to” Then she felt and heard the rip of her panties, the sound of his zipper. Strong hands at her hips held her as he started to fill her body. She looked forward and closed her eyes. She felt his hands at her shoulders, and screamed as he impaled her with his hard shaft. She heard the growl, and it made her release her own, pushing her hips backward. She lowered her head as he started a demanding pounding into her. Her knees burned on the carpet, her hands growing hot as her body moved, his hands holding her as still as he could under the force. She could only deal with the sensations of him, of her own body as climax after climax took over her body and mind. She felt his nails at her shoulders, the shirt ripping as he stab at her, almost hurting her. Then she felt different as he moved an arm to wrap around her waist. She was moved, pulled upright, and he used his strength to lift her up and down, the hand at her shoulder moving to cup her breast.



The man outside the elevator door heard the screaming, and looked at each other. “Let’s get this thing running” They turned back to the panel, and one used the radio to call security.



She dug her own nails into his arm, tearing at the silk, as he climaxed. A few hard thrust upward, making her breast bounce, and he let out a growl. She smiled, knowing in her heart that was a growl of pleasure, that she had pleased him. He lifts her up of him, and gently lowers her to the floor. She slides to her belly, her body never feeling this way before. He lands on top of her and started to kiss her neck, moving her hair aside. She felt his hair on the side of her face and took in its scent, their scent. “Hope I did not hurt my mate.” He spoke in a deep voice, deeper then ever before. He strokes his cheek against hers, the stubble leaving a burn. Stubble? He was clean-shaven when he came into the elevator. “No. I feel the best I …” Her words stop at the elevator started to move. In a second, she found herself on her feet, her skirt pulled down. She watched as he put his pants in order, and zipped up. Damn- she at least wanted to see him… she smiled as he bent to place her shoes back on her foot, and slipping her torn panties into his pant pocket. She stroke his hair, stun at the gentle side of this man.



The doors open and the security man were waiting. He stood, and she saw the look of anger on his face. “Madam, are you alright?” “Uhh…” he let out a slow grow, and she moved around him, knowing she had to stop them. “Yes. Sorry, but me and my boyfriend just got a little carried away.” She would rather have them think she was a slut, then to harm the man behind her. “Right, lover?” she turns to him, begging him to play along. “Right.” He said, then took her hand into his, taking it toward his lips, but only sniffing her wrist. “I must go. I will find you in a few days” Then he picked up his tie and coat, and left the elevator without a backward glance. Well… ok then. She felt all eyes turn to her and she bent to get her briefcase. She saw the leather string he used to tie his hair back, and picked it up. “He is kind of shy around strangers” The men just looked at each other and turned back to her, eyes telling her they knew it had been a romp. She raised her head, and walked away with her sore muscles, not caring what they thought. It was mind-blowing sex- big deal.



Eight days later and she was standing on the back porch of her small house. Playing with the leather strap, looking up at the stars, she was thinking of the man when he stepped out of the shadows. She step back, afraid until she saw the golden hair against his black sweater. “Hello” he spoke to her, and she felt a shiver run over her body. Funny thing was- she was growing hotter by the second. “I see you need this.” She held out the string. He step up onto her porch and took the hand she held the string into his. He brought it up to his lips and kissed her palm, then sniffed her. Scent. He had said he loved her scent. “How did you find me?” He pulled out her torn panties, and smiled at her. “I followed your scent.” Before she could ask what that meant, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply.





** This story came to me after a late night conversation with my sister/friend Nightgame. The one person who has always loved my writting, giving me the courage to write. I dedicate this story to her. With love, Kay.





Copyright: SKW / CE 2006.

He gave a soft moan in pleasure, and she smiled. Her hands moved along his shoulders, and she reached down to kiss the back of his neck. As he relaxed after the massage, she held back a sigh of disappointment. After long hours of work, family and friends, they finally had some time alone. Shifting on his buttocks, she fought to bank the fires of her desire for this man. Moving her hands along his back, she gave up on her hope. What she suggests as a way to get them in bed, nude and relaxed was not going the way she wanted. “I will leave you to sleep…” His hand on her bare calf, stroking her, stopped her movements. “Don’t leave.” That brought a smile to her face. His hand stroking her, she felt his body heating up. Her hands moved back up to his shoulder as she spoke, voice deeper as her own power reached out to his. “Love…” she offered him, wanting him to stop if he was to tried. “Just give me a few minutes,” he asked of her.



She said nothing, enjoying his touch on her calf with his strong hand, knowing he would use those hands on her body soon. She leaned over, moving his Dr. Pepper aside, so she can pick up her glass of ice water. She took a sip, taking an ice cube into her mouth. Then she did an evil thing. She placed the cold glass at the center of his back. He hissed and she laughed. “Damn it. That is cold” She put the glass back on the nigh table, and seeing the lit candle, picked it up from the candleholder. She raised the candle high, not wanting it to burn him, tilted the candle, the melted wax landed on the cold spot. Heat hit the cold spot, shocking him. He tried to throw her off as he rose, but she took the ice cube out of her mouth, and placed it on the wax. “Shit” his tone of warning.



“Just relax. Fell the sensations of the cold and heat.” He looked over his shoulder to her, but said nothing else. As he moved his arms up to use them as a pillow, she moved the ice cube up the center of his back… followed by the hot wax. He let out a hiss, and she leaned down to kiss his shoulder. When he did not stop her, she moved the candle to his the shoulder and let a little of the melted wax fall onto his skin. She never cooled if with the ice and he twisted, taking the candle from her, and pushed her off to his side. She landed on her back, the ice lost as he moved over her. She felt the hot wax on her own stomach, and moaned.



“You like that, don’t you?” Not surprised, as he was yet to find anything his lover did not like. She ran her hand along his arm, as he went to pour more wax, tilted it to pour some on her pale skin at her thighs. She twisted on the bed, her moans arousing him. He waited for her to calm, her reaction to the sensations of the wax getting him hard. He moved the candle upward, dripping a little trail of wax, until he was over her full breast. He held the candle up to let the wax build up, and to give her time to catch up with her pleasure. When she moaned, and looked up at him, asking for more with her eyes, he was ready to move on to her pale pink nipples. He noticed they were hard as he let the wax fall onto her. She arched her back with a small scream as the hot wax landed on her sensitive breast. He watched as her thighs moved upward, and she squeezes her legs together. God- she was aroused by the pain. “Are you wet, love?” She opened her brown eyes and looked up into his. “You always make me wet.” she answered.



“Then do not hold back, take what you need.” he told her, giving her permission to do, as she wanted. She reached for his cock, but he said “No. You can please yourself first. Make yourself ready for me”. She laid there, stun by his words. He looked down at her and told her “You know what I want to see.” She blushed- and he laughed. “Even today- you can blush for me. I love that” She slapped at his arm, and he laughed. She knew he was not laughing at her, just laughing. This is what she loved about him. They had a bond that would never be broken. Playfulness with each other. “Let’s get back to pleasing you.” he said. He felt her tension. “I will never judge you, my love. I would find it arousing even.” She knew he told the truth, and that gave her the courage to do as he asked of her.



He raised the candle and she watched, her hand moving between her legs. She started to stroke herself as he tilted the candle, the melted wax hitting her other breast. She screamed, and he knew she had climaxed. “Fuck” She opened her mouth, panting as her fingers worked her body. He moved his hand to join hers, and she moved hers aside. She was steaming hot, and wet. He stroked her, slipping two fingers into her hot silk. She calls his name out, and her hand goes to his cock. She strokes the hardness; glad to know he was as aroused as she was. He had told her his pleasure came from hers, so she knew he would always be pleased, as she is nothing else with him.



“Take me. Make me yours. It has been so long,” she begged in her soft voice. He blew out the candle, and throws it aside the bed, then turned to move between her open legs. He used his hand to guild himself to her, and she moaned as she adjusted to the sensation of him inside her. He pushed his hips hard, sinking deep into her. She cried out, her nails biting into his arms. “You were always mine.” he tells her, and starts to pump into her slowly. She threw her head back as she raised her knees to his hips, holding him. Her hands moved to his back, around his waist. He lowered his upper body to hers, and she held him as they kissed. He kept his hips moving slowly and she closes her eyes, enjoying the slow stroke. She calls out his name, needing more, and he begins to roll his hips from side to side. She brings her legs up to wrap around his back, anchor herself to him. He moves his arms under her, to bring her lower back up, arching her hips a little. She screams as another climax takes over her. Feeling her silk tightens, her wetness grows hotter, made his thrusting speed up. He felt his power surge along with his desire.



Unable to breath, unable to think as he changed the pace, she gave a sharp short scream as another wave of pleasure rushed over her from out of no were. She moves her legs upward, bending them toward her chest, tightening her bodies hold on him. He grunted, moving his hands from under her hips. She felt his hands, strong and demanding, behind her thighs as he pushed her knees into her body more. Using her to push him self upward, he starting a hard are demanding pounding. She screamed out, and he fought to hold off his own pleasure. She brought her hands up to cup her breast, the harden wax cracked on her nipples. He watched as she played with her breast, and felt his desire take over.



She felt his control fall, and screamed at his power. The bed rocked, as he took her, not caring if it hurt. She knew he had lifted her legs upward, holding then straight, bent toward her chest, by his hands at her calves. She panted as pleasure rolled over her, thru her, as he took his own release. She heard herself scream, as in a dream of pleasure. He himself grunted as she took his seed, still squeezing him, milking him. He pulled out, dripping wet, and moved to lie on his stomach beside her. Drained of all his energy, he laid, trying to catch his breath. After a few minutes, she turned, lying on his side, leg moved over his own. “Satisfied?” he asked, half asleep. He smiled as she purred, her hand moved to his back. “For now” she joked, her voice weak from their lovemaking. He slept to the sensations of her laughter, and her touch. She was not far behind him, sleeping with a very content smile on her face.



Copyright: SKW 2006

She curls up to her lover’s side, feeling his heat at her chest. Purring, she runs a hand down his back, enjoying his muscles, skin and scent that was all his. Reaching up and kissed his neck, she feels him slowly waken to her touch. Her hand travels downward, over his hip, to his thigh. “Good morning, love” she tells him, as she takes her hand backward to his buttock. She cups him and squeeze, as he laughs. “See you are in the mood” he tells her. She bites at his shoulder and joins in his laughter. “It has been a while.” He turns toward her and she moves backwards, away from him to give him room. As he moves to his back, he snakes an arm around her and pulls her to him. She smiles down and moves half her body onto him, her upper leg thrown over his thighs.

“Come here, my love…” He smiles up at her as she lowers her face to his, looking into her eyes. She closes her eyes, as they kiss softly, gently. Then he changed it. His strong hand clamps the back of her neck and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She moans, as his desire is set free on her. She moved her hand up to his shoulder as he kissed her, his tongue rolling hers, his teeth playing with her lips, breath merging, as they taste each other. She felt the bed move as he shifted her to face him, turning onto his side. His hand stroked her thigh as he moved it up over his hip. She ended the kiss, turning her face to take a few deep breaths as he kissed her jaw, neck, biting and nibbling as he moves along her body.

She arches her back as he takes his hand to her lower back, scathing her skin. His growl as her heat pushes against his hardness, makes her open her eyes, stun at how fast this man can turn her into such a needy woman. She takes her free hand not trap by his body, down is own back, digging into his skin at the center of his back, her chest is crushed as he pushes against her. “Love…” she whispers, and he gave her what she asked for. She felt his hand travel over her hip, over her stomach, and finding the center of her body, of her desire, he stroked her until a flame consumed her. She gasp, her hand grabbing his shoulder as he brought her to a climax with his fingers, her leg tight on his hip. His lips at her neck, his soft voice asking her “Is that what you want? Is this how you need me? Tell me” She closed her eyes as he slide two fingers inside her, rubbing at her hot silkiness. “Yes. Oh… harder…” and a moan showed him all he needed to know. He quickens the stroke, sliding another finger into her tight opening, and she screamed. He held her to him, and slowly removed his fingers. She lies on her back as he lowered her, opening her eyes to see him cleaning his fingers with his tongue.

She smiles, her body satisfied, but he was just beginning. He moved, throwing the covers off the bed, hands at her hips, turning her back onto her side. He moves both her legs up to the front, as if she is seating in a chair. She looks up to him as he moves behind her legs and watches as he strokes himself. That long hardness he would put into her, taking her as he pleased. She grab the pillow as he spoke to her, “I am going to take you hard and fast, lover” She waited, knowing it would be a mix of pleasure and pain. He moved, and she felt the tip at her opening. Her body tightens at the invasion it faced, but his words calmed her. “I love you” She smiled up at him, and reached out to touch the arm at her stomach. “I love you” Then he took what he has called his since the first time they meet. She screamed at the pain, but he kept the fast hard pace. Her body adjusted to his size and the pain turned into pleasure… such sweet pleasure.

Her nails bite into his skin as he pounded into her, the bed rocking, headboard hitting the wall. Her body moved with ever thrust, and he adjusted his body, using his calf muscles more to thrust as his upper body lowered onto her. He felt her tighten as climax after climax took her over. He smiled, knowing no other male would be able to please her as he did. She turned her face toward his and leans up kissing him. He slowed, her touch always calming him… and giving him a little control. His hips moved in deep, hard thrust, and he felt her body, how the wet silk slide over his hardness. He rolled his hips a little, and she gasps as the position changed. They looked into each other’s eyes, breath mingled as they made love. He moved a hand to her shoulder, turning her upper body on to her back, moved downward to suck at her breast. She arched her back with a deep moan as he bite at her nipple, her body on fire, his hardness sliding in and out with easy at her wetness now.

The pain of her nails sinking into his lower back started his hips to move faster and faster. He moved his hands up above her shoulders and pushed his chest upward, off hers. Her arms moves to wrap around his waist, as they both rushed to the promised bliss. He looked upon her… his lover, his mate of body and soul. Her face flushed with heat and desire. Her eyes glowing with power, and love for him as she returned his glance. He moved, bringing his knees upward to her ass, spreading his legs to brace for more freedom of his hips. She closed her eyes, mouth open in the perfect O that he loved as he set a hard steady pace, her breast swaying as her body took his, her body covered in sweat as his was. She screamed, and he grunted as her body tightens, clamps down on his. Three more hard thrust and he filled her body with his seed. He thrust a few more times, his release the gift he saved for her. Total surrender.

He slides out of her wetness and, moving her legs aside, he falls on his chest, lying beside her. After a few minutes used to get his breathing under control, he turned his face to look over at her. She laid, asleep, smile on her face. He laughed, and turned to his side to pull her to him, her hot body sliding easily on the satin sheets. He kissed her forehead and held her close. A few minutes later, she spoke, her voice weak. “I’m cold” He grinned, and told her to get the blankets then. She smacked his chest, but moved to do as he said. The hard slap on her ass got him a kick to his shin. They snuggled under the blankets, sleeping in each other’s arms.



Copyright: SKW 2006

Laughter came from her as naturally as her breath, as she enjoyed her lovers company. He places his hands on her waist and moves her on top of him, the hammock swaying as their weight shifted. Her brown eyes open wide as she felt his hardness at her stomach. He smiled, knowing she was in the mood as much as he was. She gave him her sexy smile and, using his shoulders, pulled herself up his chest. He loved how her warm body felt on his. The way her hard nipples rub against his chest hair, the way her soft purrs came from her slightly open mouth. A mouth he very much wanted to kiss. She notices were his eyes were on her body, and moved her lips to his. His hands move into her hair as they kissed, slowly rubbing lips together. “I want you” he told her softly as he moved his lips to her jaw line. She purred and that was enough to make him even harder. Turn his desire even hotter.



She closed her eyes, the sensation of his lips on her so tender and caring. As he rubbed her bare back, she could feel the hunger, lust he kept in check caress her skin. She opened her eyes, and looked down at him. “You do not have to hold back, my love. I am yours to take.” Reaching up, he encircles the back of her neck with a hand, and brings her down to him. As he thrust his tongue into her mouth, to stroke hers, his hands moved to her hips, lifting her. She placed her knees on the side of his hip, the rope of the hammock biting into her skin, her hands moving to his shoulders as she was lifted by his hand, his tongue stroking the underside of her tongue, a place he had told her felt like the inside of her body. She moaned as his shaft enters her wetness, stretching her with its width. He growled into her mouth, his breath hot as she took it into her, her body taking him into hers.



The hand at her neck moved along her back, to her lower back. She closed her eyes to enjoy the penetrating, as he used the hand on her lower back to push her down onto him more. She bites at his tongue, and he could not help himself. He used both hands to pull her down onto him, her body tighten before she relaxes, easing the pain of his possession. She pulls her mouth away from his, having to breath in deep breathes. “I want all of you” he tells her, hands at her hips starting to pull and lift her, as he takes her. She bites her lip to keep quite, but he would have none of that. “I want to hear you… hear you cum for me, love” She open her eyes as she looked down into his… and she gave him what he wished. She moaned as he rubbed her hot velvet, stroking her deeper and deeper as her body adjusted to his size.



He watched as her eyes closed again, her mouth open as soft moans came from her. He speed up his hands, his hard cock coated with her wetness as she gave a soft scream. He smiled, knowing she would give him more. Knowing he will make her give him more. He moved his hands faster, the hammock swaying… and he felt her body tighten, the muscles clamp on tighter as she tried to hold him in her. He grunted, moving his hips upward in a deep thrust. She screamed, mouth open in a perfect O, her breathing rapid and deep. He fought back his need to fill her with his seed as her cum coated him even more. He wanted to give her more, so he moved the rhythm down to slow strokes. She purred, and opens her eyes to look at him. He moved her hips, rolling them as he said, “Take what you want.”

Taking a deep breath, she did as he asked. His hands fell down to her thighs, as she rolled her hips, stroking her body the way she liked, in the spots she wanted, needed more attention. He laid there, the rope biting into his back, and her heat above him. Her breast a temptation he could not resist, he moved a hand up to cup a breast, squeezing it hard as she smiled. As he pinched her hard nipple, she thrust down hard on him, moaning. Gods- he loved how she reacted to his slightest touch. He pulled on the nipple, tugging it hard and she screamed, her hips grinding on him. He hissed as her body tightens again, the heat that was her coated him, running out and onto his hair, over his balls. She kissed him, and he felt her teeth at his lip, biting hard, drawing blood. She sucked at the wound as she slowly stroked herself up and down, rolling her hips. When she started to move then in a forward motion as she moved her hips downward, then backward as she lifted up off his cock, he moved his hands back to her hips. He was close, and if she kept that up…



She gave a child like cry as he ended the bloody kiss. “I will give you something even better, my love” And his hands moved to her arms, bringing her upper chest upward. She sat up, using his hands as leverage to help her, as she started to ride him. He watched as she speed up, her body arched, and her mouth open in that perfect O that made him want her lips on his cock. Her breast bounced as she gave into her desire, her need. He opened his body to her energy. He closed his eyes as it enters his body, his own teeth at the wound, bring blood into his mouth, her screaming as she climaxed again, her body a velvet clamp on his. She calls out his name, and he felt it building. He places her hands to his shoulders, bends his legs upward, catching her as she lies on top of him. He slaps her ass hard and she screams again, her breath on his neck. He clamps her hips in his hands as gives into his passion. She moans… getting louder and louder as he takes her, until she screams out. One last harder sharp jab into her, as deep as he could go, he let his control go and filled her with his seed. Deep loud growls of his pleasure letting her know he had reached his own climax.



They lay there, each breathing hard, bodies covered in sweat, chilled in the night air. She felt his hands stroke her, touching her in the loving matter he had. She opened her shields, taking in his energy, his pleasure. She moans, turning her face into his neck. “You alright?” She smiles, and tells him “Mmmmm…. very” they laughed as they kissed each other tenderly.



Copyright: SKW 2006

I felt you there, in my bed.



I felt your lips on mine, your hands traveling with such tender care over my body. I felt your lips trail over my neck, downward to my arching breast. I felt the heat of your mouth as you take my breast deeply into your mouth, the sharp painful pleasure of your teeth. I felt your body’s weight as you lay on top of me, cupping a breast as you circled my nipple with your tongue. I heard you voice as you spoke such wonderful words to me, your breath on my face, my neck, my body.



I felt your desire, your lust…and so much more. I felt your hardness between my legs as we neared what we both wanted, needed. I felt your hand at my hips as you rolled over, bringing me on top of you. I felt your legs move along my bed, the hair on your body. I felt your hands at my hips as you order me to have my way, giving me the lead, the power to stop. I felt your hardness rubbing me, stretching me, sliding into my velvet heat inch by inch. I felt you taking a chance on me, on us.



I felt your pleasure as we moved together, stun at the feelings we share. Our needs reach out to each other, matching. Then you let go of your feelings, need, and power. Slamming into me…taking my breath, my strength. I felt you as you gave free rein to your desire, and I am frightened. I laid on top of you, as you took my desire and added it to yours.



I felt you stopping, pulling away as I asked. I felt your concern, your fear of hurting me. I felt you getting upset, but was unable to say more then the few words of goodnight. I slept, my body satisfied as never before. I felt you near me as I slept, hand on my back, caring for me.



I felt you there, in my bed.



Copyright: SKW 2006

After a 13 ½-hour chat, it was time to say goodnight…



She: Its time for bed. Good night.

Him: That is kind of cold. Good night.

She: Well… I could kiss you good night. If I may?

Him: Please do.

She: (Thinking - he did say please… so she gives into her desire) I come over, and pulling my nightgown up, I straddle your lap, facing you. Looking at you, I shift until I find what I want between your legs. I smile and settle on you, my bare wetness and heat covering you. I take both hands to the back of your head and pull your lips to mine. I close my eyes and take my tongue to lick at your lips… then thrust it into your mouth. I stroke your tongue, taking it to suck, hoping you know what I wish I were sucking.

Him: Hell.

She: I move my hips, stroking you. I suck at your tongue hard as I pull away from you, giving the end a small bite. I move my lips over your cheek, to your ear. “Was that to cold?” I say in a breathless voice.

Him: Hell no.

She: I pull your head to the side and you feel my teeth at your neck. The pain of me sucking… leaving you a hickey. My mark.

Him: Growls.

She: “You are mine now. I have marked you.” I slowly pull off you, missing you already. I let my hand travel over your chest and over your hard cock. The heat from my wetness can still be felt. “That is mine to.”

( Pause… as she covers her face, embarrassed by her actions.)

She: Good Night. Until next, we meet.

Him: Good night…



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