Britwitch's Cottage

[Noon_Shadow]

His eyes shut and he lets him absorb the feeling of the moment. The taste of her lips-sweet, with the lemon flavor of her morsel fresh in her breath, and of the feel of muscle as his tongue forces into her mouth and drags against her tongue. The feel of her arms pushing uselessly against his shoulders, trying to brush him away, not being able-not having a chance. The sound of her protests, wordless sounds against his mouth, near panicked gasps of breath into his mouth.

It is perfect.

He continues to kiss her insistently, minding his own breathing, feeling her as her struggles abate, and she tries to squirm backward, looking for room to escape. The end result is that she only writhes her body against his, the sweet of her chest against his own moving around delightfully, her legs becoming indecently separated. He lets go of the hand holding her head into the kiss, dragging it down her side, down to her hip. It rests there for a moment before it drags down her leg, following the material of her dress until it fingers the bare skin of her thigh. Then he grips her thigh and tugs on it to help ply her legs farther apart.

"Delicious," he whispers, as he breaks the kiss just slightly, his lips still moving against hers as he talks. "As good as I'd hoped."

She's being turned slowly, pushed backward onto the couch, his body looming above hers. He wonders if she'll even protest.

 

[Britwitch]

The squeaking sounds escaping in between his kisses are as frustrating as they are useless. In my head they are attempts at stopping him, convincing him to slow down, but all that is heard are muffled sounds mixed in with snatches of breath. A louder sound as I feel his hand shift lower down my body, dragging down my side and making me twitch as sensitive areas are glanced over.

My fingers curl into his clothing, trying harder to push him off of me as his hand takes hold of my leg and pulls it further from the other, allowing him to almost sink between them.

"Delicious, As good as I'd hoped."

My mouth moves wordlessly, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. Chest rising and falling sharply within the confines of my dress.

I can feel him moving me, manipulating me. Part of me baulks at that.

At the fact that he clearly believes he can do whatever he wants to me, with me. Another part of me trembles knowing that he can and that I won't, I can't, stop him.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He feels her fingers grabbing at his clothes, gripping him in near desperation. He wonders, idly, if that's a result of conflicting feelings-part of her wanting to escape, another part wanting to peel his shirt off. He finds amusement in the fact that he she was squealing as he kissed her, protesting, but that she could not find words or even sounds as he let the kiss break off. He continues to push her back, inexorably, until her shoulders are against the seating surface of the couch, his body weight pressing her down against it.

"I wonder what it what it must be like for you, here. So alone, so isolated...so helpless to the advances of an invader." His right knee slips between her thighs, keeping her legs from closing. "I wonder, were anyone around to hear it, would you even cry for help right now." He gives her a curious glance, his face hovering above her. He pauses for a brief second, then he moves his lips down to her jawline, lips and tongue sliding against it and then the side of her neck.

He can feel her breasts heaving against him with her breath. He savors it against him, and his hand on her shoulder keeps her pinned down against the couch, while the hand on her thigh slides up under her dress, between her legs, feeling the warmth exuding outward from there. He feels his body beginning to grow more heated.

 

[Britwitch]

It doesn't take long until I'm beneath him, laying on the couch, stuck, trapped.

"I wonder what it what it must be like for you, here. So alone, so isolated...so helpless to the advances of an invader."
A whimper as his knee jams between my scissoring legs, holding them apart.

"I wonder, were anyone around to hear it, would you even cry for help right now."
"I...well, I..." I try to think of a suitable response, suppressing the urge to scream. After all I did invite him here, I did want to get to know him. He is rewarded with a groan as his mouth teases it's way down my neck, making my back arch unbidden beneath him, crushing my chest against the broad expanse of his for a fleeting moment.

Then a sound something akin to a whine as his hand brushes up under my dress, between my thighs.
"P-please..." I whine pitifully, unsure if I'm pleading for him to stop...or not to stop.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

She is conflicted. he loves it. He loves her not knowing how to answer his own questions, uncertain even of her own motives. he thrives on it, revels in it. Her groan at the feel of his tongue on her jaw and neck makes h is cock twitch. He feels her pressing up against his chest, can feel the beginning of her nipples budding up through her dress. He chuckles softly, his mouth still near to her ear, as he kisses at the hollow of her throat.

The hand on her shoulder slides off to the side, hooking the strap of her dress and pulling it off her shoulder to her arm. He presses a soft kiss to the top of her chest as the neckline of her dress begins to gape dangerously. And equally dangerous, for her anyway, his hand between her thighs presses northward until it encounters panties. Fingers dance along her crotch, right against her concealed sex, and he teases it, feeling a hint of moisture beginning to seep through.

"You really know how to make your guests feel welcome." He smiles and presses his ilps back against her skin, using his leg to pull hers further apart, spreading them open, making his intents clearly known. AS if that isn't enough, the hand which had been on her shoulder moves to his shirt and begins working at buttons.

 

[Britwitch]

My eyelids flutter as lips kiss my throat and fingers ease one strap of my dress from upon my shoulder. I can feel the pressure against my bust ease off and can only imagine how generous a view of my generous cleavage you are being treated to.

Then my eyes are wider than ever as I feel fingers testing, teasing against my underwear.

"You really know how to make your guests feel welcome."

My cheeks burn hotly with embarassment at his words and I close my eyes. I try to ignore the tingling in my rapidly hardening nipples as his lips torment my neck, to ignore the aching pulse deep inside as my thighs are parted wider still, bordering on being lewdly so. I hear rustling above me and look up to see his fingers opening his shirt, revealing inch after inch of his own skin. My eyes flit to his, seeking...I'm not sure what...

My own fingers untangle themselves from his shirt and drop by my sides. The time for protests is over. I wonder if it was already over before it began.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Noon continues to let his fingers tickle at her underwear, pressing down against the sex underneath, stroking against it. He looks down at her chest as his lips remain against her skin, watching as her heavy breathing begins to shift her dress, with the aid of her hardening nipples. Each breath threatened to bare her right breast-he could already see her nipple protruding up against it, until...the material fell open and bared her breast above the nipple. He smiled-braless, as he'd suspected.

He kissed a bit lower, teasingly beating a path toward it. He felt her hands released his shirt and dropped down in a gesture of surrender. His own hand on his shirt was deftly undoing his buttons as he worked. And then, just as it seemed his mouth was going to lift up and then close down against her nipple, he pulled back. He removed both hands from her, reaching down to his shirt. To replace the hand which had been between her thighs, he moves his leg up, pressing his knee right into her crotch, grinding up into her slightly. He then uses both hands to untuck his shirt and then he slides it off, dropping carelessly onto the floor by the couch.

Having straightened up, he paused to look down at her. She was disheveled, her dress wrinkled and hiked up almost to her waist, one breast bared to the cool cottage air. She'd stopped struggling entirely...now it was time to make her an active participant. "Now you still have choices, my lovely little witch. You can be taken right here, on this couch. Or you can lead me upstairs to your bedroom. The choices is yours to make."

He smiles, forcing the choice upon her, forcing her to take an active role in her own seduction and acquiescence. He leaned forward into her, letting her feel the hint of his cock hardening in his pants pressed against her waist as he holds his head over hers, awaiting her decision.

 

[Britwitch]

"Now you still have choices, my lovely little witch. You can be taken right here, on this couch. Or you can lead me upstairs to your bedroom. The choice is yours to make."

For a moment I have to think back, trying to pinpoint just how I have found myself in such a position after so short an introduction. My hips flex, trying to move away from his knee and the worrying effect it is having on the flesh beneath it.

"Not here, please..." I hear myself murmur. "Upstairs, let me...let me take you upstairs..." My words are quiet and huskily spoken, I try to ignore the steadily increasing pressure against my abdomen as he presses against me.

I slip out from under him, my hands rising to adjust my dress' straps but catching his eyes I stop myself. With one breast exposed and the skirt of my dress creased and still gathered in places to reveal more than a little of my thighs, I hold out my hand to take his.

Without another word, I lead him up into the attic bedroom. Trying not to think of the view I present him as I climb the ladder to show him the way. Not many have been up here. It's nothing special, my bed is little more than a mattress on the floorboards beneath the sloping roof and it's ancient beams with their massive iron bolts. But it is placed beside a window that looks out over the trees and the sky and I wouldn't change it for the world.

I stand before him in the middle of the sparsely decorated space, fingers twining nervously in front of me, eyes flitting between his bared torso and his face.

 

[PenIsMightier1]

I slip into the cottage, inahling deely as I smell her all around the small but cosy interior.

I look around, she doesn't seem to be in, so I take a pad of paver and write a small note, leaving it on the kitchen counter, it reads...

"The image for the new writing challenge
is very provocative.
I will enjoy thinking of something,
maybe someone as I write"​

The note is signed with a kiss where I have kissed the paper, letting my lipstick leave and imprint

 

[Britwitch]

The air is fresh and the sun is shining down through the budding leaves. The grass is growing and here and there are splashes of colour as flowers bloom amongst the undergrowth.

Out of the breeze, the sunlight is deceptively warm and so I lay on my back in the fragrant grass, looking up through the branches that hang over my garden just enjoying the peace and quiet of the woods in Spring.

 

[The_PG]

*A soft thud escapes from the ground beneath you as I land atop. My feet land heavily, and then are softly followed by knees as I straddle your luxuriating form. I'm dressed in nothing but a pair of athletic shorts, and a white sleeveless shirt. The top is ringed with sweat along the throat and back. My breathing is heavy, but I'm smiling.*

Hello luv.

*Leaning over, I kiss you lightly on the lips. My fingers move along your thin arms, over your palms, until they are intertwined with yours. I squeeze gently, and kiss harder. Once I am finished, I laugh, and roll to your side. Wrapping an arm about you as I do so.*

Where've you been, you slutty little whore?

 

[Britwitch]

Hello luv.

I gasp as weight presses down on me and my view of the sky is obscured all of a sudden. I barely have time to register who it is and what they have said before lips press ever so softly against mine.
I sigh a little, kissing back as fingers dance down my arms to my hands. I breathe deeply through my nose, I can smell your perspiration, your skin, mingling with the grass beneath us.

Where've you been, you slutty little whore?

I can't help but blush as you slip down beside me and ask me how I've been in the way only you can.

I've been busy. Sadly it's been for mundane reasons but I'm hoping to be able to visit more often soon. And you, have you been well...?

I look across into your face lying beside mine. Wide blue eyes taking in the lines of your face, making no attempt to move away.

 

[The_PG]

"Been great. Save for the disappearance of yourself, and others."

I speak in a general tone while my eyes creep upwards from the bottom of your body; right to your sky-blue eyes that shine so brilliantly. Finally my eyes leave yours, just to touch the heavens. Suddenly they don't seem quite as blue. Turning back to you, I place a hand on the flat of your tummy; my fingertips trail idly underneath your blouse. Reading the goosebumps as they rise on your flesh like braille. I can tell that you've missed me. The way your eyes drink mine whenever they meet. It's almost like you are waiting for something. I give a little grin, for it takes little imagination to imagine what that could possibly be after our past encounters.

"I'm sorry to hear that you've been busy with life. It's quite difficult to escape, no?"

Giving a little chuckle, I lower my fingers, sliding them under the waistband of your yoga pants.

"Kind of like me..."

Leaning over, I nibble on your ear as my fingers slide between your legs.

 

[Britwitch]

"Been great. Save for the disappearance of yourself, and others."

I blush a little, both at your words and the sweep of your eyes over my form. Teeth catching on my lower lip as they come to rest on mine.
A tiny tremor as your fingers flit over my abdomen, muscles tightening beneath the skin, skin which now ripples with tingles of excitement.

"I'm sorry to hear that you've been busy with life. It's quite difficult to escape, no?"

"Impossibly so..."

I reply with a sigh which rapidly transforms into a whimper as your fingers change direction and glide down beneath my clothes. My hips twitch skywards, thighs parting without instruction, clearing the path for your hand.

"Kind of like me..."

Your teeth and lips find my ear and I am unable to reply straight away. My fingers curl into the tender grass and a long, unsteady, breath escapes my lips.

"That's probably why I've given up trying to escape you..."

I manage to reply eventually, my voice husky with need and a twinge of nerves. I turn my head, my lips seeking yours tentatively. There is a hunger that I am only just keeping control of but when it comes to you, there is always that element of the unknown that holds me back. At least it does for the time being.

 

[The_PG]

I look down from your sparkling eyes to your glistening lips with only the slightest bit of contempt. The rest of me is happy and content to be here laying next to you. That other bit, the one that is always seething and writhing in darkness, sees your slowness and is very, very displeased. Lucky for you, the rest of me is so happy, I lean forward and seize your lips with mine. Saving you from the rest of me.

For now.

Between the kisses I murmur, "That's a good thing. Because I'll never give up catching you..." I chuckle, realizing I skipped the entire chasing part. Only because you enjoy the catching part, so much more.

My fingers that were between your legs, slide out reluctantly, but then eagerly turn to the task of removing your pants. Pulling the stretchy material down slowly, allowing it to crawl over your skin. Finally, finished, I repeat the process with your panties. As cute, and sexy as they are, they're simply in the way at this moment. Or so the bulge in my loose shorts say. I gently pull your hand towards said bulge, and place it there firmly. The other part of me is quickly taking over.

"Now now," I say, raising my eyebrows, "Look what you've caught."

 

[Britwitch]

"That's a good thing. Because I'll never give up catching you..."

My fingers rise from the grass to run through your hair as we kiss again, and again. It always amazes me how varied the sides of you can be. Here, in the grass with the sun shining down on my bare arms as they twine around you, my hair fanned out beneath me, it's almost romantic and definitely sweet.

Hips lift up to assist you as you begin to remove my clothing, a hand trailing around the side of your face, feeling the ever so slight tug of stubble against the palm. Then my palm is against something firm and warm. My fingers curl around instinctively and my eyes widen.

"Now now...Look what you've caught."

"How did that get there...?"

My voice is too innocent, and completely contradicted by the twinkle in my eyes. I squeeze gently, experimentally, shifting my palm to drag down the length of you through your clothing.

"If I have caught it, does that mean I get to play with it...?"

One more soft squeeze to punctuate my request.

 

[The_PG]

I strain gently when you give the piece of lust between my legs a tender tug. The quality of your voice never ceases to turn me on, whether you're frightened, horny, or just plain'ole cute innocent you. Neither does your touch, as the strain is entirely focused there between my legs as well. The teasing question brings a smile to my face. I like thinking that you are trying to play with me.

"Of course... You should be rewarded for doing such a good job."

I grin as I speak, and my fingers gently curl your long, luscious hair back behind your ear, before sliding to tangle themselves with said hair. I kiss you, and slide my other hand up underneath your shirt. Letting you go to work down there, while I begin to free your chest.

"How are you going to play with it?" I ask, curiosity, and horniness, getting the best of me.

Quickly.

As my hand gives your left breast a gentle squeeze, much like the one you gave me earlier.

 

[Britwitch]

"Of course... You should be rewarded for doing such a good job."

I sigh into the kiss, your fingers in my hair, your body against mine, feeling your hand slip beneath my top and rise up my torso.

"How are you going to play with it?"

"I shall have to be careful, wouldn't want to break it..."

I reply, my eyes sparkling as my back arches against the firm but careful pressure on my breast. I know my nipples are hardening rapidly within my bra and am sure you can feel it against your palm.

My hand starts to move, slowly, up and down your length through your shorts. Shorter upstrokes to counterpoint the longer, slower down strokes. My thumb shifting position to circle the head, around and around.

After a few moments I lift my hand and push it gently up the loose leg of your shorts, creeping my fingers up your thigh until I reach what I'm looking for.
Small fingers curl around firm, hard flesh. A small gasp, a further widening of my eyes and then a long, firm stroke.

I kiss your neck, your jaw, all the while stroke my hand up and down.

"How am I doing...?"

I whisper in your ear, my tone light and curious, edged with the slightest shade of desperation and need.

 

[The_PG]

Gripping me through the shorts is new: showing that you actually contain patience. A state of being that I am very much not used to, in the least bit, but the teasing is delightful. Surprisingly... I like it a lot. The tender kisses are more of what I know, and they produce goosebumps along my neck. Standing the few soft hairs up, but not nearly as up as my cock has become in your warm hands. The immensity of the situation is apparent as your tiny fingers grip me.

"Very good," I speak, my voice a bit coarse from pretending to be a hard-ass all the damn time. "You've done this before... Innocence is a pretense with you, isn't it?" I ask the question pointedly, just to see your blush, and then continue on. "I love it... So cuuute."

Kissing you hard, forcing my tongue against yours, and finding the erect nub on your breast all at the same time is how I show my appreciation. I twist, and pull the little nubbin, before forcing your shirt and bra above those beautiful breasts you've grown to perfection. Craning my neck, I suckle the opposite nipple into my mouth and begin to nibble on the tip ever so... Delicately.

I growl around the biting, yet another sensation adding to the already wonderful moment.

 

[Britwitch]

Today the sun is ridiculously hot, it has been now for some time now. The last few days have been spent in my small garden, causing me to bare my skin to tan and increase my freckles. But today it’s heat unyielding and even the shadows provide little respite. There is only one option to cool off and so I head to the river. As soon as my bare soles touch the sandy shore I find myself running towards the water, dropping my basket on the ground and giggling like a child.

I make no attempt to remove my sundress before plunging into the chilly waters, disappearing beneath the surface only to reappear several yards from shore. Smiling broadly I float onto my back and kick lazily to maintain my position and prevent myself behind washed downstream. Although I now feel so relaxed I don’t think I would mind if I did.

 

[Britwitch]

Too many ideas, all fighting to be put into words, a break is needed.

Grabbing a thoroughly chilled glass of strawberry and lime cider, ice tinkling within, I head outside. My favourite sundress fluttering around my thighs.

The sun is still high, common this time of year even at this late hour, and the air more than comfortably warm.

I take a seat on the porch, tanned legs bare as I rest them on a nearby stone and sip my drink. Scented candles keep the biting bugs at bay and all I can hear are the quiet sounds of the woods. Perfect for calming the mind.

 

[Britwitch]

I return to the cottage after a day on the beach and in the sea. My skin smells of salt and sand, my hair is a wind swept mess but I feel wonderful for it.
Drawing water from the well, I set it to heat over the fire and then take the steaming cauldron outside. A shower is required.

Adding some fresh and cool water from the well so I won't scald myself, I hoist the cauldron onto an iron hook and release a small tap at the bottom. A slow steady stream of steaming water flows down and, after peeling off my dress, I hop underneath. Sighing as the water soaks my hair and spills down my skin. I take a small handmade soap, scented with freesias, and start to wash myself.

Nothing quite like a shower at sunset in the forest.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*His compass has led him through foreign woods, odd glades and a few pitfalls. It must have a sense of humor. In any case, he finds himself standing at the edge of a clearing. There is a quaint cottage placed right in the middle. A home away from the stresses of everyday life....He wandered closer, tucking the compass in a side pocket. Once he reached the door, he knocked twice, seeing if the occupant was inside.*

 

[Britwitch]

The fire was dying down and in need of fuel when the knocks echoed in the quiet cottage. Adding a couple of logs I then brushed my hands on my dress, relieved it was of a dark colour and probably wouldn't show up the smudges, and headed to the door. Pausing to run fingers through wild curls before opening it. My eyes fell on a new visitor to my cottage.

Smiling warmly, I lean on the doorframe.

Hello...I wondered if I might have a visitor today. There are dark clouds coming and I feared they might have frightened away all the wanderers in the woods.
Do, please, come in...

I step back and open the door wide.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*A wide smile curves his lips, and he takes the few steps inside the cottage. The inside is just as quaint as the outside; there's a fire going strong, the furniture is all very comfortable-looking.*

Yes, I had an inkling of where I would end up, but wasn't sure until you opened the door. I'm glad I beat the weather then.

*He chances a glance out of one window, trying to see the stormfront on the horizon*