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Dimitri
He wondered if she knew her hips were thrusting toward him. It was such a small movement, almost imperceptable if he hadn't been so intimately connect by mouth to her. Maybe it was a reflex, the body's own way of maximizing its pleasure.
He kept his hands and mouth moving, bombarding her sex with a mix of gentle and firm sensation until he was fully engulfed in the distinct fragrance of her. It was light and heady and it made him want more.
His hands travelled to the elastic bad of her briefs. He gave one last kiss over the fabric and peeled the briefs over her hips. He tugged past where the panties were stuck to flesh with dampness and they came free to slide all the way down and off.
He again joined her on the bed, but not in the same position. His body siddled up next to hers. Laying next to but partially covering, as before. He hooked his still clothed leg over hers and ran the soft material up and down her bare skin. His hand smoothed across her stomach under the unbuttoned blouse.
Her opened seemingly to investigate why he had stopped. They were heavy and questioning. He noticed the gold color had spread to more of the iris now. It domiated the soft lines of her eyes. It was tinged red. He liked that.
His mouth sought hers in a passionate embrace of tongue and lips as he slid his right hand low over her belly. He broke the kiss with a sharp breath and smiled into her eyes. He laid his head next to hers. She tried to turn her head to face him but he wedged himself between her cheek and the pillow bringing his lips close to her ear. This ear should have been so familiar with having his soft whispers caress it.
"I'm going to touch you now, Lorna." he breathed into her ear. He slid his hand to cup the warmth of her mound. "I'm going to share this experience with you, describing it softly in your ear." His palm pressed inward, incresing the pressure on her flesh and his fingers started moving between the fine hairs covering her. "The hair here is soft and velvetty. It's not too thick but it doesn't feel like you cut it. It seems natural. I like it."
He trails two fingers lower, roaming, massaging, testing.
"Mmmmm... I can feel the definition and distinct folds of all of the different parts. The outer lips are puffy and full. They're very warm."
His fingers trace inside the first fold of her flesh. "The inner lips are also very warm."
A fingertip barely grazes the junction, travelling the full length of her downward. "They've separated a little already."
He rubs finger against thumb. "They are also very wet. Very slick. As if..."
His fingertip slides effortlessly between her inner lips. "It's very warm and wet inside of you. I can feel you gripping me, pulling more of my finger inside of you. I like that too."
He slides a little bit further in, slowly, letting her adjust to the sensation, letting her feel it. He moves up and down coating his finger and the surrounding area. "I'm spreading the wetness now, making sure everything is slippery. This is no place for too much friction."
He feels her react when his coated finger travels the top junction of her lips. He smiles. "I think I just brushed past the little sensitive button. It's probably too soon for me to directly touch it but if I move the skin around it...."
He captures a healthy bit to the left and right of her clitoris. He presses them between his fingers and rolls in slow circles. He can distinguish it, a hard pearl inside of the soft tender skin he's moving around. "I'm trying to be gentle. Too much too quickly can kill the good mood. I don't want to overload you. But it's hard... I mean, it's difficult to just keep from going further, rushing into you, pushing far inside of you to fill you completely." He words punctuate with increased pressure between his fingers.
"You have me so worked up right now. The way you move underneath me, the noises you are making - it's raw, animalistic. The scent that's filling the room, letting me know what enjoyment you are getting, adds to the whole experience of sharing this pleasure with you."
His leg gripped hard when he felt her muscles pulling. "I can feel you straining. I can feel how I'm affecting you. Your muscles clench." He let some of the flesh between his fingers slide away giving more direct stimulation.
He moves as she does. Their bodies trace a rhythm on the bed, their dance rubs her hip into his almost painful erection, reminding him of it's existence. "Not now, Greska. This time is for her," he reminds himself. Still, the sensation chokes his words and he moans softly into her ear as his fingers increase their motion. He slowly rotates his hand shifting the sensation just slighty. Not enough to distract, but enough so that his lower fingers are at her flushed opening.
His timing is careful. He waits for the noises the mark the heighest point. The no-turning-back point. Then quickly, he stretches his arm to curve his fingers inside of her brushing along the top of her cavity, feeling for the raised area. The sweet spot. He presses it hard against her pubic bone in rushed circles. His body leans more fully onto hers holding her, feeling her writhe and buck.
A very good first.
He wondered if she knew her hips were thrusting toward him. It was such a small movement, almost imperceptable if he hadn't been so intimately connect by mouth to her. Maybe it was a reflex, the body's own way of maximizing its pleasure.
He kept his hands and mouth moving, bombarding her sex with a mix of gentle and firm sensation until he was fully engulfed in the distinct fragrance of her. It was light and heady and it made him want more.
His hands travelled to the elastic bad of her briefs. He gave one last kiss over the fabric and peeled the briefs over her hips. He tugged past where the panties were stuck to flesh with dampness and they came free to slide all the way down and off.
He again joined her on the bed, but not in the same position. His body siddled up next to hers. Laying next to but partially covering, as before. He hooked his still clothed leg over hers and ran the soft material up and down her bare skin. His hand smoothed across her stomach under the unbuttoned blouse.
Her opened seemingly to investigate why he had stopped. They were heavy and questioning. He noticed the gold color had spread to more of the iris now. It domiated the soft lines of her eyes. It was tinged red. He liked that.
His mouth sought hers in a passionate embrace of tongue and lips as he slid his right hand low over her belly. He broke the kiss with a sharp breath and smiled into her eyes. He laid his head next to hers. She tried to turn her head to face him but he wedged himself between her cheek and the pillow bringing his lips close to her ear. This ear should have been so familiar with having his soft whispers caress it.
"I'm going to touch you now, Lorna." he breathed into her ear. He slid his hand to cup the warmth of her mound. "I'm going to share this experience with you, describing it softly in your ear." His palm pressed inward, incresing the pressure on her flesh and his fingers started moving between the fine hairs covering her. "The hair here is soft and velvetty. It's not too thick but it doesn't feel like you cut it. It seems natural. I like it."
He trails two fingers lower, roaming, massaging, testing.
"Mmmmm... I can feel the definition and distinct folds of all of the different parts. The outer lips are puffy and full. They're very warm."
His fingers trace inside the first fold of her flesh. "The inner lips are also very warm."
A fingertip barely grazes the junction, travelling the full length of her downward. "They've separated a little already."
He rubs finger against thumb. "They are also very wet. Very slick. As if..."
His fingertip slides effortlessly between her inner lips. "It's very warm and wet inside of you. I can feel you gripping me, pulling more of my finger inside of you. I like that too."
He slides a little bit further in, slowly, letting her adjust to the sensation, letting her feel it. He moves up and down coating his finger and the surrounding area. "I'm spreading the wetness now, making sure everything is slippery. This is no place for too much friction."
He feels her react when his coated finger travels the top junction of her lips. He smiles. "I think I just brushed past the little sensitive button. It's probably too soon for me to directly touch it but if I move the skin around it...."
He captures a healthy bit to the left and right of her clitoris. He presses them between his fingers and rolls in slow circles. He can distinguish it, a hard pearl inside of the soft tender skin he's moving around. "I'm trying to be gentle. Too much too quickly can kill the good mood. I don't want to overload you. But it's hard... I mean, it's difficult to just keep from going further, rushing into you, pushing far inside of you to fill you completely." He words punctuate with increased pressure between his fingers.
"You have me so worked up right now. The way you move underneath me, the noises you are making - it's raw, animalistic. The scent that's filling the room, letting me know what enjoyment you are getting, adds to the whole experience of sharing this pleasure with you."
His leg gripped hard when he felt her muscles pulling. "I can feel you straining. I can feel how I'm affecting you. Your muscles clench." He let some of the flesh between his fingers slide away giving more direct stimulation.
He moves as she does. Their bodies trace a rhythm on the bed, their dance rubs her hip into his almost painful erection, reminding him of it's existence. "Not now, Greska. This time is for her," he reminds himself. Still, the sensation chokes his words and he moans softly into her ear as his fingers increase their motion. He slowly rotates his hand shifting the sensation just slighty. Not enough to distract, but enough so that his lower fingers are at her flushed opening.
His timing is careful. He waits for the noises the mark the heighest point. The no-turning-back point. Then quickly, he stretches his arm to curve his fingers inside of her brushing along the top of her cavity, feeling for the raised area. The sweet spot. He presses it hard against her pubic bone in rushed circles. His body leans more fully onto hers holding her, feeling her writhe and buck.
A very good first.
Isolde
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Lorna
I writhed under him, my breath coming in short, harsh pants and the heat between my legs building up to an almost painful roar. At a loss for words, I moaned my need to him, my grip on the covers now making my knuckles white.
I drew in my breath sharply at the feel of him pulling my soaked panties from me. My whole body tingled, anticipating his entry at any moment. Instead he came and laid beside me and placed his leg over mine and begin to stroke my stomache. I opened my eyes. They were so heavy, my vision a haze with the passion I was feeling.
Before I could ask why he had stopped...ask if I had done something wrong...his mouth covered mine and I moaned into his and the kiss deepened only to have him break off the kiss and move his head away. I moved to take his mouth back, impulsivily wanting to feel his lips on mine again. But my efforts were in vain as he placed his lips near my ear and begin to speak, his breath tickling the hair around my ear and causing more shivers to course down my spine.
"I'm going to touch you now, Lorna." he said in a soft voice. Placing his hand over my throbbing sex, he continued. "I'm going to share this experience with you, describing it softly in your ear." Being a writer you would have thought that I would know the power of words but at that moment Damitri was teaching me just how arousing they were. I tried to speak but the only thing that came out of my mouth was a whimper as my hands released the cover and fluttered up to clutch at his back yet again.
His fingers begin to explore and his warm breath carried his words to me, increasing the sensations traveling through my body and the fire that threatened to consume me. I felt him brush through the fine hair covering my mound and then gently sliding along the swollen lips before dipping in and exploring further. All the while he was telling me how much he was enjoying my body and, in return, my body gave him what it could...the warm wetness that his voice was causing to flow from me and the simple caress of my inner folds as they sought to keep his probing fingers inside of me.
Another gasp came from me and my grip on his back tightened as his finger worked in more and he begin to move it up and down slowly, coating everything in my own juices and prompting my body to produce even more. "I'm spreading the wetness now, making sure everything is slippery. This is no place for too much friction." I heard him say and the thought crossed my mind that the friction he was creating was slowly driving me to the edge and soon I would be over it and completely into the throes of passion.
And then he brushed over my sensitive clit. My body jumped as if a bolt of electricity had shot through me and my head pressed back into the pillows as I felt the strong sensations run through me. If his leg would not have been over mine I know that my hips would have been off the bed at that moment. He let me know that he had felt my reaction and I felt his fingers massaging the skin on each side of that sensitive spot and my eyes closed tight once again as I tried to catch my breath. My moans increased and I could feel the wetness running down to coat my lips and thighs as my hands begin to move lower on his back and down towards his still-clothed buttocks.
"I'm trying to be gentle. Too much too quickly can kill the good mood. I don't want to overload you. But it's hard... I mean, it's difficult to just keep from going further, rushing into you, pushing far inside of you to fill you completely." I heard him say as his fingers worked around my swollen clit and I choked as I tried to handle the rush of emotions the thought of him entering me and filling me brought. It was the one thing I wanted right now more than anything and the one thing he was withholding from me...letting me build my need up until it consumed me.
As he continued to discribe how my reactions were affecting him, I felt the edge of the cliff coming nearer and nearer and my body bucked and writhed beneath him, my legs trembling as his fingers close in on my small nub. I found it impossible to catch my breath much less speak and, when I felt my hip brush his hard erection hidden beneath the material of his pants, it made me pause for a moment, my face flushed and my breath coming in gasps.
I could feel the effect the contact had on him as his words were stilled and his moans now mixed with mine. I could tell that he as trying to hold off, to give me as much pleasure as he could but the tingling in my hip where it had brushed his hard shaft reminded me of the great need he had built up in me and I let my hands run down his back until they reached the waistband of his pants.
The pause is over and his fingers are still working the heated flesh between my legs as his fingers once again seek out my warmth and my body resumes its writhing beneath him. My hands slip under his waistband to caress his ass as I feel myself rushing towards the point of no return. Just before I feel myself sliding beyond that point, his finger presses directly on my clit and, with a cry, I am sent into a frenzy of sensations that cause me to give up control of my body to him. Now he is orchestrating my every movement as my body bucks and wriths, the sensations overloading my body.
I can feel him covering my body as I thrash about. My fingers bury themselves in the soft flesh of his ass cheeks and the sparks of electricity and fire shoot through my mound, belly and breasts as my legs begin to tremble and ready for my realease. When it comes, it overtakes me completely and I can feel the rush of warm liquid as it flows freely from my overheated lips to coat his fingers, my thighs and the cover. Again and again I feel my body spasm, my muscles contract and the warmth pushed from my hot passage. The intensity of it allows me to break from my muted state and I cry out again and again. "Oh, god,"I hear myself say,"Oh yessss. Damitri...yes."
I writhed under him, my breath coming in short, harsh pants and the heat between my legs building up to an almost painful roar. At a loss for words, I moaned my need to him, my grip on the covers now making my knuckles white.
I drew in my breath sharply at the feel of him pulling my soaked panties from me. My whole body tingled, anticipating his entry at any moment. Instead he came and laid beside me and placed his leg over mine and begin to stroke my stomache. I opened my eyes. They were so heavy, my vision a haze with the passion I was feeling.
Before I could ask why he had stopped...ask if I had done something wrong...his mouth covered mine and I moaned into his and the kiss deepened only to have him break off the kiss and move his head away. I moved to take his mouth back, impulsivily wanting to feel his lips on mine again. But my efforts were in vain as he placed his lips near my ear and begin to speak, his breath tickling the hair around my ear and causing more shivers to course down my spine.
"I'm going to touch you now, Lorna." he said in a soft voice. Placing his hand over my throbbing sex, he continued. "I'm going to share this experience with you, describing it softly in your ear." Being a writer you would have thought that I would know the power of words but at that moment Damitri was teaching me just how arousing they were. I tried to speak but the only thing that came out of my mouth was a whimper as my hands released the cover and fluttered up to clutch at his back yet again.
His fingers begin to explore and his warm breath carried his words to me, increasing the sensations traveling through my body and the fire that threatened to consume me. I felt him brush through the fine hair covering my mound and then gently sliding along the swollen lips before dipping in and exploring further. All the while he was telling me how much he was enjoying my body and, in return, my body gave him what it could...the warm wetness that his voice was causing to flow from me and the simple caress of my inner folds as they sought to keep his probing fingers inside of me.
Another gasp came from me and my grip on his back tightened as his finger worked in more and he begin to move it up and down slowly, coating everything in my own juices and prompting my body to produce even more. "I'm spreading the wetness now, making sure everything is slippery. This is no place for too much friction." I heard him say and the thought crossed my mind that the friction he was creating was slowly driving me to the edge and soon I would be over it and completely into the throes of passion.
And then he brushed over my sensitive clit. My body jumped as if a bolt of electricity had shot through me and my head pressed back into the pillows as I felt the strong sensations run through me. If his leg would not have been over mine I know that my hips would have been off the bed at that moment. He let me know that he had felt my reaction and I felt his fingers massaging the skin on each side of that sensitive spot and my eyes closed tight once again as I tried to catch my breath. My moans increased and I could feel the wetness running down to coat my lips and thighs as my hands begin to move lower on his back and down towards his still-clothed buttocks.
"I'm trying to be gentle. Too much too quickly can kill the good mood. I don't want to overload you. But it's hard... I mean, it's difficult to just keep from going further, rushing into you, pushing far inside of you to fill you completely." I heard him say as his fingers worked around my swollen clit and I choked as I tried to handle the rush of emotions the thought of him entering me and filling me brought. It was the one thing I wanted right now more than anything and the one thing he was withholding from me...letting me build my need up until it consumed me.
As he continued to discribe how my reactions were affecting him, I felt the edge of the cliff coming nearer and nearer and my body bucked and writhed beneath him, my legs trembling as his fingers close in on my small nub. I found it impossible to catch my breath much less speak and, when I felt my hip brush his hard erection hidden beneath the material of his pants, it made me pause for a moment, my face flushed and my breath coming in gasps.
I could feel the effect the contact had on him as his words were stilled and his moans now mixed with mine. I could tell that he as trying to hold off, to give me as much pleasure as he could but the tingling in my hip where it had brushed his hard shaft reminded me of the great need he had built up in me and I let my hands run down his back until they reached the waistband of his pants.
The pause is over and his fingers are still working the heated flesh between my legs as his fingers once again seek out my warmth and my body resumes its writhing beneath him. My hands slip under his waistband to caress his ass as I feel myself rushing towards the point of no return. Just before I feel myself sliding beyond that point, his finger presses directly on my clit and, with a cry, I am sent into a frenzy of sensations that cause me to give up control of my body to him. Now he is orchestrating my every movement as my body bucks and wriths, the sensations overloading my body.
I can feel him covering my body as I thrash about. My fingers bury themselves in the soft flesh of his ass cheeks and the sparks of electricity and fire shoot through my mound, belly and breasts as my legs begin to tremble and ready for my realease. When it comes, it overtakes me completely and I can feel the rush of warm liquid as it flows freely from my overheated lips to coat his fingers, my thighs and the cover. Again and again I feel my body spasm, my muscles contract and the warmth pushed from my hot passage. The intensity of it allows me to break from my muted state and I cry out again and again. "Oh, god,"I hear myself say,"Oh yessss. Damitri...yes."
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Tatunka: The Spirit World
Tat picked up Mercy's limp form easily and carried her over to the bed. He laid her gently on the covers and sat down beside her. Taking her hands in his he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, instantly relaxing his entire body. She had gone from this world, to the realm of spirit. Someone would have to go and get her back and the only person present was him.
He began a quiet chant to the spirits, calling on his totemic guides to help him as he let his soul drift. Instantly he had his two greatest companions at his side, Horse and Wolf. The land about him was fogged and unclear, showing him that he was indeed seeing the spirit realm where Mercy had entered. He would be able to find her, but without her description, he would not know what she was seeing.
It took moments to locate Mercy. She appeared to be standing alone, scared. Tat approached her and called her name, trying to get her attention. She did not move. Cold mist was slowly soaking her clothes. She was shivering, but more from fear than the chill air. Her brow was furrowed in dread and her soft lips trembled.
Tat took her in his arms and stared into her eyes. "I am here, Mercy. You have friends here, guards and guides. We will ensure you are safe. Now, tell me, what do you see."
As he spoke he massaged her mind with his, letting her draw strength from him. He felt her begin to warm as she gradually became aware of the man holding her in his arms...
Tat picked up Mercy's limp form easily and carried her over to the bed. He laid her gently on the covers and sat down beside her. Taking her hands in his he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, instantly relaxing his entire body. She had gone from this world, to the realm of spirit. Someone would have to go and get her back and the only person present was him.
He began a quiet chant to the spirits, calling on his totemic guides to help him as he let his soul drift. Instantly he had his two greatest companions at his side, Horse and Wolf. The land about him was fogged and unclear, showing him that he was indeed seeing the spirit realm where Mercy had entered. He would be able to find her, but without her description, he would not know what she was seeing.
It took moments to locate Mercy. She appeared to be standing alone, scared. Tat approached her and called her name, trying to get her attention. She did not move. Cold mist was slowly soaking her clothes. She was shivering, but more from fear than the chill air. Her brow was furrowed in dread and her soft lips trembled.
Tat took her in his arms and stared into her eyes. "I am here, Mercy. You have friends here, guards and guides. We will ensure you are safe. Now, tell me, what do you see."
As he spoke he massaged her mind with his, letting her draw strength from him. He felt her begin to warm as she gradually became aware of the man holding her in his arms...
Dimitri
He's never felt such passion explode like that before. The heat from her body cascades over him in waves.
He concentrates on her. He's barely aware of his name being called and her fingers digging into his buttocks. He continues a gentle caress over her sensitive flesh.
Her slight noises as her climax subsides and the intense look in her closed eyes were a better show of appreciation than anything he could imagine.
He feels his own pressure subside slighty and he rests his body, his leg still entwined with hers and hand covering her sex. He enjoys just listening to her breath.
He's never felt such passion explode like that before. The heat from her body cascades over him in waves.
He concentrates on her. He's barely aware of his name being called and her fingers digging into his buttocks. He continues a gentle caress over her sensitive flesh.
Her slight noises as her climax subsides and the intense look in her closed eyes were a better show of appreciation than anything he could imagine.
He feels his own pressure subside slighty and he rests his body, his leg still entwined with hers and hand covering her sex. He enjoys just listening to her breath.
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Lorna
My body still shook and shivered as I came down from my orgasm. Laying there, his body partially covering mine, I groaned and opened my eyes to look at him.
Never had I felt like that before...ever. I had a bit of trouble catching my breath but when I did I still had to struggle to speak. "That...was incredible,"I mumured to him as my hands left where they were hidden to travel back up his back. Resting them against his bare skin, I traced patterns along his skin as I spoke to him. I wanted him to know just how deeply he had affected me.
"But what about you,"I said softly to him, one of my hands running from his back to caress where his body met mine.
My body still shook and shivered as I came down from my orgasm. Laying there, his body partially covering mine, I groaned and opened my eyes to look at him.
Never had I felt like that before...ever. I had a bit of trouble catching my breath but when I did I still had to struggle to speak. "That...was incredible,"I mumured to him as my hands left where they were hidden to travel back up his back. Resting them against his bare skin, I traced patterns along his skin as I spoke to him. I wanted him to know just how deeply he had affected me.
"But what about you,"I said softly to him, one of my hands running from his back to caress where his body met mine.
Greska
"Oh Lorna," he said looked deeply into her eyes, pressing her close. She was still so warm, her body, flushed. His voice was low and full of sincerity when he spoke.
"I have already had such an incredible time with you tonight. I could be happy just sleeping next to you or I could be happy with anything else you were comfortable, and," he smiled at her knowingly "had the energy to do with me tonight."
He rolled back from her lessening his pressure on her body, making himself more open to her exploring touch.
"Oh Lorna," he said looked deeply into her eyes, pressing her close. She was still so warm, her body, flushed. His voice was low and full of sincerity when he spoke.
"I have already had such an incredible time with you tonight. I could be happy just sleeping next to you or I could be happy with anything else you were comfortable, and," he smiled at her knowingly "had the energy to do with me tonight."
He rolled back from her lessening his pressure on her body, making himself more open to her exploring touch.
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Lorna
As he rolled from me, my body cried out at the loss of his warmth. I could not believe how accostomed I had come to it in the short time I had been with him. Automatiacally I moved to follow him, pushing him back on the bed this time and looking into his eyes as I draped myself across him.
Looking into his dark eyes, I said softly,"I want to do this. I want this night to last for as long as it can." Leaning forward, I covered his mouth with mine in a passionate kiss as my hand moved over his stomach to come to rest over his engorged member that was straining against the material of his pants.
Gently caressing and rubbing along the outline of it, I moved my lips from his and begin to kiss along his jawline and down his neck, letting my tongue flick out to taste of the salty sweetness of his skin. Moaning at the taste of him, I moved down to his chest, covering it in kisses-my tongue darting out to leave a small wet trail where it touched him.
My hand worked up and down his hard shaft until I could no longer stand the temptation to feel him under my hand with no barrier between us. Fumbling a bit with the clasp and zipper, I was finally successful at baring his briefs to my wondering hand. Pausing my exploration of his chest for just a moment, I lifted my head to look at him as my fingers slide under his briefs to brush lightly against his hard cock. I smiled at his sounds of enjoyment as my hand slide up and down his throbbing and swollen flesh before I bent my head once again to run my tongue around the small nubs of his nipples, kissing them before moving on and down towards his stomach.
As he rolled from me, my body cried out at the loss of his warmth. I could not believe how accostomed I had come to it in the short time I had been with him. Automatiacally I moved to follow him, pushing him back on the bed this time and looking into his eyes as I draped myself across him.
Looking into his dark eyes, I said softly,"I want to do this. I want this night to last for as long as it can." Leaning forward, I covered his mouth with mine in a passionate kiss as my hand moved over his stomach to come to rest over his engorged member that was straining against the material of his pants.
Gently caressing and rubbing along the outline of it, I moved my lips from his and begin to kiss along his jawline and down his neck, letting my tongue flick out to taste of the salty sweetness of his skin. Moaning at the taste of him, I moved down to his chest, covering it in kisses-my tongue darting out to leave a small wet trail where it touched him.
My hand worked up and down his hard shaft until I could no longer stand the temptation to feel him under my hand with no barrier between us. Fumbling a bit with the clasp and zipper, I was finally successful at baring his briefs to my wondering hand. Pausing my exploration of his chest for just a moment, I lifted my head to look at him as my fingers slide under his briefs to brush lightly against his hard cock. I smiled at his sounds of enjoyment as my hand slide up and down his throbbing and swollen flesh before I bent my head once again to run my tongue around the small nubs of his nipples, kissing them before moving on and down towards his stomach.
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Mercy
Her body felt cold, and damp as she stood in the darkness shivering. Her eyes wild, as she saw the screen of the Lap Top playing over and over. Her ears almost hearing the unspoken words from the woman,"Help me."
Where was she? Her pale blue eys glanced around, was someone calling her name? Hands pulled her to a warm body, holding her close. She melted against the body, not fearing it, welcoming the embrace. She could hear him speaking to her now, telling her she was not alone.
Mercy wrapped her arms around him, pressing to him, trying to get all of his warmth. She still could not see him, and she could only barely hear him, her sense could pick up his male scent though. Who was he? She shivered and held him tight to her, not wanting to let go...
Her body felt cold, and damp as she stood in the darkness shivering. Her eyes wild, as she saw the screen of the Lap Top playing over and over. Her ears almost hearing the unspoken words from the woman,"Help me."
Where was she? Her pale blue eys glanced around, was someone calling her name? Hands pulled her to a warm body, holding her close. She melted against the body, not fearing it, welcoming the embrace. She could hear him speaking to her now, telling her she was not alone.
Mercy wrapped her arms around him, pressing to him, trying to get all of his warmth. She still could not see him, and she could only barely hear him, her sense could pick up his male scent though. Who was he? She shivered and held him tight to her, not wanting to let go...
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Samantha Yarrow
Exiting the last room along the hall, Samantha could find hide nor hair of anyone anywhere along the rooms of the first floor of the mansion, at least the ones she had searched - not to mention the lack of a phone that actually worked! "Garrett?" Her voice seemed to echo along the empty hall in which she now stood.
I refuse to believe there isn't a working phone in this house! She thought to herself in disgust as she stomped angrily back up the steps to her and Peter's room. If he thought she was going to stay here for two WHOLE weeks without a phone, he was in for a rude awakening!
Totally engrossed in her grumbling she nearly ran over Peter as they both rounded a corner from opposite sides. Samantha and Peter both loosed a startled scream before Sam's frustration dissolved into a fit of giggles.
"A bit on edge are we? I've never known you to startle so easily!" She grins up at him devilishly as she slips her arm around his waist. "What's up, Pookie? Did I leave you alone too long in the big bad spooky room?" The teasing smile fades as her brow furrows a bit in confusion, "Did you change clothes? Are we going somewhere?"
Exiting the last room along the hall, Samantha could find hide nor hair of anyone anywhere along the rooms of the first floor of the mansion, at least the ones she had searched - not to mention the lack of a phone that actually worked! "Garrett?" Her voice seemed to echo along the empty hall in which she now stood.
I refuse to believe there isn't a working phone in this house! She thought to herself in disgust as she stomped angrily back up the steps to her and Peter's room. If he thought she was going to stay here for two WHOLE weeks without a phone, he was in for a rude awakening!
Totally engrossed in her grumbling she nearly ran over Peter as they both rounded a corner from opposite sides. Samantha and Peter both loosed a startled scream before Sam's frustration dissolved into a fit of giggles.
"A bit on edge are we? I've never known you to startle so easily!" She grins up at him devilishly as she slips her arm around his waist. "What's up, Pookie? Did I leave you alone too long in the big bad spooky room?" The teasing smile fades as her brow furrows a bit in confusion, "Did you change clothes? Are we going somewhere?"
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Peter Yarrow
Peter's reaction upon bumping in to his wife unexpectedly like that revealed just how on edge he was. He stifled a scream, and reached out to hold on to her.
"Honey..." he began, then stopped. "You really won't believe this, but this place really is haunted!"
His pronouncement was greeted with an expression which combined confusion, amusement, and concern.
"Seriously! This isn't like the other times... there really are things here!"
Peter's reaction upon bumping in to his wife unexpectedly like that revealed just how on edge he was. He stifled a scream, and reached out to hold on to her.
"Honey..." he began, then stopped. "You really won't believe this, but this place really is haunted!"
His pronouncement was greeted with an expression which combined confusion, amusement, and concern.
"Seriously! This isn't like the other times... there really are things here!"
Dimitri
Her lips roamed over his skin leaving a warmth. Dimitri felt hot but that didn't stop the shivers that coursed over his skin as Lorna's hands made their way down to his slacks.
Her look seemed intense as she unfastened his slacks and freed his briefs to the night air.
He jumped when her hands touched his straining shaft. It felt as if a static charge had passed from his hands to the tender nerves of his erect member.
The bare flesh contact caused a moan from his throat. His eyes met hers and a wordless longing seemed to pass between them. He laid his head back trusting himself to her completely.
OOC: I'll be gone until Tuesday.
Her lips roamed over his skin leaving a warmth. Dimitri felt hot but that didn't stop the shivers that coursed over his skin as Lorna's hands made their way down to his slacks.
Her look seemed intense as she unfastened his slacks and freed his briefs to the night air.
He jumped when her hands touched his straining shaft. It felt as if a static charge had passed from his hands to the tender nerves of his erect member.
The bare flesh contact caused a moan from his throat. His eyes met hers and a wordless longing seemed to pass between them. He laid his head back trusting himself to her completely.
OOC: I'll be gone until Tuesday.
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Tatunka: The Fear Continues
Tat felt Mercy huddle closer to him. He could feel her fear, but without her words, he had no idea of what she was seeing. Was she seeing the ghost of Taylor? Or someone else? Or perhaps she was seeing nothing. He could not tell.
"I am here, Mercy," he said, holding her body closely. "Speak to me, tell me what you see. You are safe."
Tat felt Mercy huddle closer to him. He could feel her fear, but without her words, he had no idea of what she was seeing. Was she seeing the ghost of Taylor? Or someone else? Or perhaps she was seeing nothing. He could not tell.
"I am here, Mercy," he said, holding her body closely. "Speak to me, tell me what you see. You are safe."
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Lorna
I hesitated a moment. My desire was inflammed for him and I wanted to pleasure him but I had only done what I was about to do a few times with my late husband. I was afraid that he might think me inept and clumsy compared to his skillful manipulations of my body only moments ago.
Taking a deep breath and plunging onward, I let my hands push his slacks down further as my lips followed. I took my time and covered his skin with kisses and a wet trail from my tongue.
I moved over his stomache and down his inner thighs pausing only to pull his slacks and boxers off the rest of the way and hanging them carefully with my own over the foot of the bed. Giving him a questioning glance, wondering if I was giving him as much pleasure has he had given me, I bent again to kiss and nibble along his spread thighs, his moans telling me that he was at least enjoying my mouth on his flesh.
Steadfastly avoiding his hard member, I kissed up and around his throbbing shaft letting my hair brush it lightly as I moved to the other side to give his other inner thigh the same attention as I had the first. As soon as that was glistening with the remenants of my attention, I lifted my head and gazed at his throbbing member, feeling a wetness growing between my legs.
With a moan, I threw caution to the wind and bent to gently let my tongue circle the head of his cock as my hand went to his heavy sack to weigh and caress it as I explored the soft head with my tongue.
I hesitated a moment. My desire was inflammed for him and I wanted to pleasure him but I had only done what I was about to do a few times with my late husband. I was afraid that he might think me inept and clumsy compared to his skillful manipulations of my body only moments ago.
Taking a deep breath and plunging onward, I let my hands push his slacks down further as my lips followed. I took my time and covered his skin with kisses and a wet trail from my tongue.
I moved over his stomache and down his inner thighs pausing only to pull his slacks and boxers off the rest of the way and hanging them carefully with my own over the foot of the bed. Giving him a questioning glance, wondering if I was giving him as much pleasure has he had given me, I bent again to kiss and nibble along his spread thighs, his moans telling me that he was at least enjoying my mouth on his flesh.
Steadfastly avoiding his hard member, I kissed up and around his throbbing shaft letting my hair brush it lightly as I moved to the other side to give his other inner thigh the same attention as I had the first. As soon as that was glistening with the remenants of my attention, I lifted my head and gazed at his throbbing member, feeling a wetness growing between my legs.
With a moan, I threw caution to the wind and bent to gently let my tongue circle the head of his cock as my hand went to his heavy sack to weigh and caress it as I explored the soft head with my tongue.
Dimitri
He tried to picture what she was doing from what he felt. Hew tried to imagine what it looked like from the outside, her hair tickling his stomach as she paid attention to his thighs. He tried to imagine one of those tacky mirrored ceilings, looking down upon both of them. He could almost imagine the inane grin as the pleasure flowed from his body. But every time he tried to picture it her tongue sent sparks through his ski to his brain. The mental images he held melted to static.
He wanted to give words of encouragement but they caught within his throat. He wanted to tell her that her attention and care, the gentleness and slow teasing were fanning his passions exquisitely but they only came out as gasps and moans. He prayed she took them for the encouragement he could give at the moment.
His brows furrowed and he whimpered, he *whimpered* when her tongue encircled the head of his member. "Oh God, Lorna, that feels.... " 'Good'? that hardly described it, 'Great'? didn't cover it either, 'Fabulous'? too many syllables. "Oh God," he repeated. He hoped his tone, breathy and passionate, said what he failed at with words.
"Please don't stop."
He tried to picture what she was doing from what he felt. Hew tried to imagine what it looked like from the outside, her hair tickling his stomach as she paid attention to his thighs. He tried to imagine one of those tacky mirrored ceilings, looking down upon both of them. He could almost imagine the inane grin as the pleasure flowed from his body. But every time he tried to picture it her tongue sent sparks through his ski to his brain. The mental images he held melted to static.
He wanted to give words of encouragement but they caught within his throat. He wanted to tell her that her attention and care, the gentleness and slow teasing were fanning his passions exquisitely but they only came out as gasps and moans. He prayed she took them for the encouragement he could give at the moment.
His brows furrowed and he whimpered, he *whimpered* when her tongue encircled the head of his member. "Oh God, Lorna, that feels.... " 'Good'? that hardly described it, 'Great'? didn't cover it either, 'Fabulous'? too many syllables. "Oh God," he repeated. He hoped his tone, breathy and passionate, said what he failed at with words.
"Please don't stop."
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Lorna
His moaning and words spurred me on. Encouraged, I begin to kiss up and down his hard shaft, letting my tongue flick out to taste his salty flesh again and again. It seemed the more that I had of him the more I wanted. My hands went from his balls to run up and down his inner thighs and along his groin.
With one last kiss, I moved back just slightly as I surveyed what I had done. His hard cock glistened after I was done and it was swollen and throbbing. A small smile played upon my lips and I bent down to his hardness once again. I was out of practice but I was determined to pleasure him to the fullest. I couldnt believe how the thought of giving him plesure caused me to tingle and feel wetness between my legs.
Letting my hands roam where they would along his exposed flesh, I lowered my mouth and took in the head of his cock, enclosing it with my warmth and moisture. As I took him in, I let my tongue tease the underside of his head...moving gently along it and over the top before going back down again. Not moving my head but keeping it as still as possible, I simply let my tongue and hands do the exploring, listening to his moans of pleasure.
Finally, when I could stand it no longer, I used my tongue to guide him further into my mouth and toward my waiting throat. I suckled him gently...moving my head up and down his shaft, inching him in further...going as slow with him as he had with me.
His moaning and words spurred me on. Encouraged, I begin to kiss up and down his hard shaft, letting my tongue flick out to taste his salty flesh again and again. It seemed the more that I had of him the more I wanted. My hands went from his balls to run up and down his inner thighs and along his groin.
With one last kiss, I moved back just slightly as I surveyed what I had done. His hard cock glistened after I was done and it was swollen and throbbing. A small smile played upon my lips and I bent down to his hardness once again. I was out of practice but I was determined to pleasure him to the fullest. I couldnt believe how the thought of giving him plesure caused me to tingle and feel wetness between my legs.
Letting my hands roam where they would along his exposed flesh, I lowered my mouth and took in the head of his cock, enclosing it with my warmth and moisture. As I took him in, I let my tongue tease the underside of his head...moving gently along it and over the top before going back down again. Not moving my head but keeping it as still as possible, I simply let my tongue and hands do the exploring, listening to his moans of pleasure.
Finally, when I could stand it no longer, I used my tongue to guide him further into my mouth and toward my waiting throat. I suckled him gently...moving my head up and down his shaft, inching him in further...going as slow with him as he had with me.
Greska
Take a damp, thick, wedge of cedar, put it on a raging inferno and it still kindles slowly. It still builds its internal flame until finally erupting. Greska thought with the level of passion that he felt there was no way they could produce a slow build-up. No way his fire wouldn't erupt at the first touch of a match. He was sure of it. He hadn't remembered the cedar.
He could only moan and gasp and grip at the bed as her touches of tongue and fingers was a slow wisp of air, lazily feeding an ember, forcing the flame to take its time.
It kept building, flame caressed the wood. His temperature rising, just like the cedar.
Take a damp, thick, wedge of cedar, put it on a raging inferno and it still kindles slowly. It still builds its internal flame until finally erupting. Greska thought with the level of passion that he felt there was no way they could produce a slow build-up. No way his fire wouldn't erupt at the first touch of a match. He was sure of it. He hadn't remembered the cedar.
He could only moan and gasp and grip at the bed as her touches of tongue and fingers was a slow wisp of air, lazily feeding an ember, forcing the flame to take its time.
It kept building, flame caressed the wood. His temperature rising, just like the cedar.
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Lorna
I let the sucking and swallowing get more urgent and insistant as I begin to move my head back and forth...taking him in one inch as a time...moving him back toward my open and waiting throat.
I moaned into his hard member as it quivered in my mouth causing it to jump and throb. The movement caused a trickle of wetness to move down my thighs as his arousal set off my own. I suckled him harder, letting the sides of my cheeks dimple in and brush along the sides of his hard flesh as my tongue teased the underside, pausing only when I felt the head tickle the back of my throat.
Holding still for a moment, I continued to caress and explore his thighs and groin-running my fingertips lightly across his skin...seeking to sensitize it to my touch. Feeling his movement beneath my hands, I moaned one more time before moving my head down to take him all the way in, my swallowing helping him to slide down and past my throat as I continued to suckle him ardantly now.
I let the sucking and swallowing get more urgent and insistant as I begin to move my head back and forth...taking him in one inch as a time...moving him back toward my open and waiting throat.
I moaned into his hard member as it quivered in my mouth causing it to jump and throb. The movement caused a trickle of wetness to move down my thighs as his arousal set off my own. I suckled him harder, letting the sides of my cheeks dimple in and brush along the sides of his hard flesh as my tongue teased the underside, pausing only when I felt the head tickle the back of my throat.
Holding still for a moment, I continued to caress and explore his thighs and groin-running my fingertips lightly across his skin...seeking to sensitize it to my touch. Feeling his movement beneath my hands, I moaned one more time before moving my head down to take him all the way in, my swallowing helping him to slide down and past my throat as I continued to suckle him ardantly now.
Greska
He would have marvelled at her perserverance. He would have applauded her efforts. He would have encouraged and thanked her.
But Dimitri was busy clenching every muscle to prevent himself from thrusting. He wanted her to set the pace. He was afraid of going deeper than she would be comfortable with. But she was the one who had forced the tip of his cock past her throat. He would have marvelled at that too but the sensation flooding his mind tore through every other thought like a gale force wind.
Her throat would clench with every swallow constricting around the head The back of her throat would close in, kissing the sensitive skin from all directions at once. The sensation was almost too much to bear, driving the heat inside higher and higher.
He would have marvelled at her perserverance. He would have applauded her efforts. He would have encouraged and thanked her.
But Dimitri was busy clenching every muscle to prevent himself from thrusting. He wanted her to set the pace. He was afraid of going deeper than she would be comfortable with. But she was the one who had forced the tip of his cock past her throat. He would have marvelled at that too but the sensation flooding his mind tore through every other thought like a gale force wind.
Her throat would clench with every swallow constricting around the head The back of her throat would close in, kissing the sensitive skin from all directions at once. The sensation was almost too much to bear, driving the heat inside higher and higher.
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I stopped moving my head up and down momentarily and simply let my hands continue their explorations as I continued to pleaure him with my tongue and contractions of my throat around him. It gave me a moment to get used to his length and girth and to adjust to it.
Soon though, I could not stay still and I was taking him in and letting him slide almost out before taking him in once again. My mouth was causing friction along his length and my tongue was tickling along the underside of his shaft. His moans were telling me he was enjoying it so I quickened the pace and the force of my suckling, urging him to his release.
I stopped moving my head up and down momentarily and simply let my hands continue their explorations as I continued to pleaure him with my tongue and contractions of my throat around him. It gave me a moment to get used to his length and girth and to adjust to it.
Soon though, I could not stay still and I was taking him in and letting him slide almost out before taking him in once again. My mouth was causing friction along his length and my tongue was tickling along the underside of his shaft. His moans were telling me he was enjoying it so I quickened the pace and the force of my suckling, urging him to his release.
Dimitri
She drove him quicker and quicker to the inevitable end. Her movements turned up by a notch with each stroke of her mouth. His chest tightened with every pass of her soft lips.
It reminded him of a roller coaster - the slow buildup to the crest of the coaster. The pause just before the rush of the downfall. Spending so much time rising and when you finally get there your only thought is "What can I hang on to?"
Lorna pulled him higher and higher. She was steady and insistent. He groaned a warning to her and amazed himself that his last thought was to hope she remembered the open box of tissues on his nightstand in case she didn't enjoy the experience of the male release.
The sensation drowned all thoughts as he crested. Behind his closed eyes colors burst as the waves of pleasure pulsed through his body. He felt spasm wash throught him and knew his face contorted with the sensation.
It was over too quickly, much too quickly. His body collapsed, exhausted. His eyes opened and he smiled weakly toward her.
[Edited by Vivid on 04-29-2001 at 01:09 PM]
She drove him quicker and quicker to the inevitable end. Her movements turned up by a notch with each stroke of her mouth. His chest tightened with every pass of her soft lips.
It reminded him of a roller coaster - the slow buildup to the crest of the coaster. The pause just before the rush of the downfall. Spending so much time rising and when you finally get there your only thought is "What can I hang on to?"
Lorna pulled him higher and higher. She was steady and insistent. He groaned a warning to her and amazed himself that his last thought was to hope she remembered the open box of tissues on his nightstand in case she didn't enjoy the experience of the male release.
The sensation drowned all thoughts as he crested. Behind his closed eyes colors burst as the waves of pleasure pulsed through his body. He felt spasm wash throught him and knew his face contorted with the sensation.
It was over too quickly, much too quickly. His body collapsed, exhausted. His eyes opened and he smiled weakly toward her.
[Edited by Vivid on 04-29-2001 at 01:09 PM]
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I froze as my efforts were rewarded and his shaft begin to throb even harder, his balls to tighten under my hand. I knew what it ment and for a brief moment I wondered if I was going to be able to take what he was about to give me. I was soon to find out as his milky liquid moved through his manhood and pumped his seed into my throat.
It was an unusual sensation as it slide down my throat to fill my belly and I was frozen for just a moment as I got used to it. I quickly begin to swallow though because all that he was giving me was threatening to overflow. I was amazed that I was able to take it all in and keep from spilling all but the smallest amount from my lips.
Soon the spirting stopped and I allowed him to slide from my mouth. I ran a finger around my lips and wiped off all that had gathered there and placed it in my mouth. As I was gently sucking it off my finger I looked up to see him smiling at me and with a look of exahaustion on his face.
Smiling back, I happened to glance down at his manhood. My eyes must have shown my surprise and my smile widened. I had thought that he would be soft as my husband always had gotten that way after we had made love. But to my surprise he was still hard as ever and I couldnt help the surprised laughter that came from me.
Covering my hand over my mouth, I look apologetically at him and said,"Now I know why the Greek Gods were so popular with the ladies." I couldnt help but burst into gales of laughter at the thought and I quickly snuggled up to him to let him know I was only teasing....well, at least a bit. With his handsome dark looks and his gentle manner he could have passed for a god from his Greek heritage any day in my book.
I froze as my efforts were rewarded and his shaft begin to throb even harder, his balls to tighten under my hand. I knew what it ment and for a brief moment I wondered if I was going to be able to take what he was about to give me. I was soon to find out as his milky liquid moved through his manhood and pumped his seed into my throat.
It was an unusual sensation as it slide down my throat to fill my belly and I was frozen for just a moment as I got used to it. I quickly begin to swallow though because all that he was giving me was threatening to overflow. I was amazed that I was able to take it all in and keep from spilling all but the smallest amount from my lips.
Soon the spirting stopped and I allowed him to slide from my mouth. I ran a finger around my lips and wiped off all that had gathered there and placed it in my mouth. As I was gently sucking it off my finger I looked up to see him smiling at me and with a look of exahaustion on his face.
Smiling back, I happened to glance down at his manhood. My eyes must have shown my surprise and my smile widened. I had thought that he would be soft as my husband always had gotten that way after we had made love. But to my surprise he was still hard as ever and I couldnt help the surprised laughter that came from me.
Covering my hand over my mouth, I look apologetically at him and said,"Now I know why the Greek Gods were so popular with the ladies." I couldnt help but burst into gales of laughter at the thought and I quickly snuggled up to him to let him know I was only teasing....well, at least a bit. With his handsome dark looks and his gentle manner he could have passed for a god from his Greek heritage any day in my book.
Dimitri
Dimitri was still giggling as Lorna moved up onto the bed next to him. It felt good to hold her in his arms. "Greek God! heh."
His sensitive member slid its length along her bare legs as the snuggled closer. The shiver of sensation that coursed through him was exquisite. He closed his eyes and contentedly held her. This was the first night of a two-weeks effort to debunk this house of "spirits." He smiled at that thought too.
"May I have the pleasure of your company until the morning?" He added a jovial tone to his voice, "Or should a god command rather than ask?"
Dimitri was still giggling as Lorna moved up onto the bed next to him. It felt good to hold her in his arms. "Greek God! heh."
His sensitive member slid its length along her bare legs as the snuggled closer. The shiver of sensation that coursed through him was exquisite. He closed his eyes and contentedly held her. This was the first night of a two-weeks effort to debunk this house of "spirits." He smiled at that thought too.
"May I have the pleasure of your company until the morning?" He added a jovial tone to his voice, "Or should a god command rather than ask?"
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I laughed as I snuggled closer to him, the feeling of his hard member against me sending tingles up my spine. I lay my head on his chest and stiffled a yawn as my eyes drooped.
"Your wish is my command, oh Zeus," I said with a chuckle as I pulled the covers over both of us. "Though with your good looks and charm it might be more apt to name you after the hero Adonis."
Sobering for just a moment, I said,"But no matter who you are you would have a hard time dragging me out of the comfort of you arms this or any other night."
I laughed as I snuggled closer to him, the feeling of his hard member against me sending tingles up my spine. I lay my head on his chest and stiffled a yawn as my eyes drooped.
"Your wish is my command, oh Zeus," I said with a chuckle as I pulled the covers over both of us. "Though with your good looks and charm it might be more apt to name you after the hero Adonis."
Sobering for just a moment, I said,"But no matter who you are you would have a hard time dragging me out of the comfort of you arms this or any other night."
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