Winter Wonderland

Catherine

As I felt him slide his thick cock again inside of me, my left hand reached between my legs, and I started to frig my love button, hard and fast. His strong hands gripped my hips and he started to slam his hard throbbing cock in and out of my inner depths. The pleasure was building up fast within me, as I kept pushing back against him, meeting his every thrusts. My legs started to tremble underneath him, and my pussy muscles started clamping harder around his rock hard shaft, milking him, trying to lure is warm creamy seed inside my love tunnel. He continued to fuck me through my own orgasm and his. Spent I collapsed on the bed, my cunt still holding on tight to his shaft.

I suddenly felt his warm body pressed against mine, comforting me. Slowly regaining my breath, I turned to look at him, my eyes were filled with contentment. I let him roll me on my back while giving me the sweetest kiss. Helping me get under the covers, I realized what an incredible man he was, loving and affectionate. He cuddled up next to me and we kissed passionately, as we slowly drifted away in wonderful dreams.

With all our talking and wonderful sex, we forgot to close the curtains, and a bright sunshine woke me up from my deep sleep. I gently raised myself on my left elbow, trying not to wake up Oliver, and watch him sleep for a few minutes, he looked so serene. With my forefinger I slowly started to brush the contour of his lips, then his nose, moving to his forehead, down his right jaw and back up to his lips. I smiled at him as I he slowly woke up. “Good morning lover.” I softly whispered.
 
Lori

I was walking through the shopping mall when my phone buzzed. It was Vic. He sounded so sweet over the phone. The way his voice teased me, it was like he was standing right next to me.

"I can't wait to see you later, and Lori, keep an open mind when we visit the store. I think you'll be intrigued".

"I promise, Vic," I laughed. "I'm sure that anything we do together will be fun. I trust you implicitly."

He gave me directions and realized that I was within walking distance. Since I had plenty of time, I grabbed my bags and headed for the curiousity shop.

Stopping to window shop along the way made me a little later than I'd planned, and when I walked up to the quaint little shop, Vic was waiting for me. I stood on tiptoe to kissed his cheek, but he turned his head and caught my lips for a kiss of the more lingering variety.

He gestured toward my packages. "I'd love to see how your shopping went," he teased.
"You'll have to wait until tonight," I laughed back. "Besides some little trinkets for my parents and sister, the rest is something of a surprise for you. Why don't you lead the way?" I said, indicating the shop.
 
Vic:
Lori had many packages from her shopping trip so I offered to put them into the trunk of my car. "That way they will be safe for tonight." I stored her bags of goodies and we entered the store.

The Shoppe was built into the side of one of the mountains so the interior walls were always damp. Some of them had moss growing while others had water streaks from top to bottom. The main room was entered by descending a small flight of steps and passing through a doorway of hanging beads. There was a faint musty smell trying to break through the aroma of burning incense. We walked to the old wooden counter which was littered with books and incense burners. There was music playing in the background but it was unrecognizable.

"Hellloooo" came an earthy voice from the proprietor as she walked from behind another curtain. "Hi Jasmine, how are you doing today. This is my friend Lori and I would like to show her around a bit." Lori said hello and extended her hand. Jasmine only touched Lori's finger tips and withdrew her hand. Looking Lori up and down Jasmine turned to me and said "This is the one Vic, but she has deep desires she hasn't learned yet. Be close to her when she does."

Jasmine then handed me a key and said she would close the store and let us browse alone. She poured some cloudy looking and foul smelling tea and told us to drink it when we used the key to enter the downstairs room.

"Lori, I've known Jasmine for many years. I think she is about 200 years old and her tea is rumoured to be of an aphrodisiac nature." Taking her hand and walking away from the counter I said, "Please look around and pick out whatever item or book you might enjoy. Consider it my present to you for coming into my life. Then when you are ready we'll go downstairs. Jasmine has always told me that she would know when I've found my soulmate and only then would she let me go into the other room. However, I do know that once there you must let your imagination go free."
 
Lori

I felt a tingle of excitement, both at Jasmine's cryptic comments, and at Vic's offer to find something interesting. Everywhere I turned my eyes, they lit upon something that tantalized my senses...

After browsing for a while, I found an old signed copy of Anais Nin erotica. With a wicked grin, I showed Vic, earning a wide smile from him.

"I think I'm ready to let my imagination run free, but my curiousity is threatening to devour this kitty," I paused and took a deep breath for courage. "What's downstairs?"

OOC: I'm on pins and needles!! :)
 
Vic:
Lori picked out an excellent book of erotica. It hardened me somewhat thinking of perusing the book with her. I also started to think of Lori's shopping and was beginning to daydream about the upcoming evening when she asked "What's downstairs?" "I'm not sure, I've never been there", I responded.

I took Lori's hand and walked into the back room where the door to the basement beckoned. I used the key, slowly opened the door, gave Lori a kiss and we descended the creaky steps. We entered a tiny, square room which was dimly lit by one small candle shaped like a cat. The room had a bad smell of old water and the walls had highly erotic paintings of strange creatures fornicating with men and women. Lori and I huddled close to each other.

Jasmine entered and instructed us to remove anything covering our feet and sit at the table facing each other. She was standing behind me and suddenly pulled my left arm behind my back. "Do you believe in Lori," she bellowed at me. "Yes, I...Ouch", I felt the sharp edge of a blade being drawn across the back of my hand and it then placed on the table. Jasmine moved to the side of Lori and took her right arm, making Lori very nervous. "Do you believe in Vic", she barked at Lori. Hesitantly, Lori said yes and had the back of her hand also cut and placed on the table.

Jasmine then instructed, "To learn if you are soulmates and meant to be you must trust as one body not two. Drop some of your blood into your partner's tea and drink it all completely in one motion. Only then can it begin." As quickly as she came Jasmine disappeared.

The tea tasted like a strange mixture of watered down lemonade and flat Dr.Pepper but we did as Jasmine had instructed. Nothing was happening or was it. "Do you feel anything Lori?" I asked.


OOC: You know I had to make you wait at least another post.
 
Lori

"Do you believe in Vic?"
"Yes," I said, my voice a little warbly.

I winced in shock at having my hand cut, but held back a cry of pain. I looked to Vic for reassurance and found it in his calm eyes while Jasmine placed my hand on the table in front of me.

"To learn if you are soulmates and meant to be you must trust as one body not two. Drop some of your blood into your partner's tea and drink it all completely in one motion. Only then can it begin."

With more than a little trepidation, I did as she ordered and picked up my tea. I grimaced slightly at the taste, but years of my mother drilling manners into my head hadn't completely worn off yet so I said nothing.

"Do you feel anything Lori?" Vic asked cautiously.

"Just a strange aftertaste," I said with a small laugh. I looked up at him and met his eyes. It seemed that his eyes were strangely glazed as I looked into them. They were so large...I felt as though I were falling into them.

Then things got strange...


OOC: you tease!!!! :)
 
Oliver Jones

OOC: My ISP was down for 30 hours, sorry.



Sue came to me in the mists of yesterday. She danced into my dream, just the way she used to dance in the living room when she was happy. Singing to herself in that low alto voice that I could not quite make out, she skimmed across the hardwood, her feet barely touching the floor. She looked up, noticing me for the first time, and held out her arms to me. Now I could hear the waltz, and we settled into the music. Sue followed my lead with the confidence that comes from years of practice, knowing what I was going to do almost before I did. She spun away from me, disappearing into the mist. My face was being lovingly touched, my hair swept out of my face.



“Good morning, lover.” Catherine smiled as I opened my eyes. Slowly, she came into focus. The bright blue eyes, a sprinkling of freckles across her nose, full lips, and all crowned with a mane of curly red hair; Catherine was beautiful to wake up to. Gently she reached behind my head and pulled me close. “Good morning, lover,” She repeated, lightly kissing me.

“It certainly is,” I agreed. We kissed again, with increasing passion. My hand stroked along her flank, coming to rest on her hip. She rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs, pulling me with her. We made long, slow, sweet love. Taking our time. Looking for and finding those small signals that communicated our desires to one another. Allowing our ardor to build as we learned more about each other, until finally we reached our climax together. It was unbelievable; about as good as it could be for a new relationship, promising in time to become the nearly telepathic experience that transforms sex into the celebration of love that comes from study and practice.

I rolled off of Catherine drained, emotionally and physically; for now just wanting to be held, and to hold this wonderful woman.



[Edited by Samuari on 01-10-2001 at 08:41 PM]
 
OOC

Glad to see people are still enjoying this :) Did ya all notice this thread got meantion in the last newsletter?? I'm so proud! Anyway, if anyone wants me now, I'm back...
 
Jacque

OOC: Well, the ski instructor could use some attention. Not that I am complaining, but I think the second night here may have set a world record. :)
 
Jacque

OOC; Just check out the last time I interacted with someone in this thread! LOL
 
OOC

I think that just two days have pased "in character" since you left. I don't see any reason why you guys can't pick it up and go on.

It is a good concept, allowing for people to jump in, or leave for a while with out disrupting the continunity. I think that you should take up your characters and go on if you are going to do another rpg anyway.
 
OOC: Speaking for myself I would like to see the thread continue. Vic & Lori are set in time about noon on the third day. I do feel if we had a consistent person maning the front desk it would help the 'Inn' grow. I noticed some new people arrived, went to desk and left for lack of attention. Also, I would suggest that the characters identify themselves every now and then so new people know who to approach, e.g. VIC, Concierge or JACQUE, Ski Instructor or XXXX, guest
 
OOC: ok, I'll perform a little CPR... and I think I'll play Cindy's role too, that way I can make sure there's always someone at the front desk. So let's see if I've got this right, Vic & Lori are in town, Oliver & Catherine are upstairs, and is anyone else still around?
 
Bianca Hunter

OOC: My character is 24, 5’4”, 36C, 28, 38, waist-length wavy light brown hair, dark green eyes; Watching the inn for her parents, who decided to take a vacation. She majored in business and will eventually take over the place.

IC: I had been in the city the last couple days doing some business that couldn't be handled over the phone. The whole time I was gone all I could think about was Jacque. One minute it was reliving out steamy encounter, hoping for another, and the next I was wondering if I'd made a mistake by getting involved with him. I pushed it out of my mind for the millionth time. I relieved Cindy and sat at the front desk, doing various business things on the computer as I waited for more guests to arrive. (ok, so I'm probably actually palying solitare...) :)
 
OOC: im gonna lend a hand and try to bring sof life back to this thread.

Name:Damian Black
Hair:Black with a thin blonde streak
Eyes:Blue-grey
6'4
Kinda pale.


IC:Ive had it with my booking agent.I am a very popular musician.I liked the fan interviews,Because I love all my fans,But he was trying to get me to attend a Grocery stor egrand open.Insite to fear didnt need that.I decided to go alone up to a ski lodge.When I arrived a beauty was behind the desk.I went up,cleared my throat,"Excuse me," I said...
 
Bianca

"Excuse me," I heard a voice say. I looked up at a tall man with a very interesting hair do, he looked vaugely familiar, though I couldn't place him.

"Yes sir, how may I help you?"
 
Damien:
I smiled at her."Damien Black,I have a reservation," i said.She kept looking at me as If she knew me." Yes,If your wondering,the same Damien black from the band insite into fear," isaid as she searched for my reservation...
 
Bianca

"Damien Black," he said, "I have a reservation." I went to my computer to look up his name, the damn thing was being slow today. I glanced up at Damien a couple of times, and finally he said, "Yes, if your wondering, the same Damien Black from the band, 'Insite into Fear'." I looked up at him and smiled.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare," I replied. His eyes caught mine for a breif moment, and I probably would have gone right on staring at him if it weren't for the computer chiming in with it's little beep to tell me it had found the reservation. I tore my eyes away from his and looked down at the screen.

"Here it is," I said, "room number 7. That's on the second floor, do you need some help with your bags?" I asked as I motioned towards the bellboy.
 
Damien:

"No ive got them," i said.I turned away to head to my room,.I looked back to ask "You a fan?," I waited for her to answer...
 
Bianca

He took his key, saying that he could get his own bags, and turned to head to his room. He stopped and looked back at me.

"Are you a fan?" He asked. I blushed slightly.

"Well, I do have a few of your CDs," I said.

OOC: If you told me number of CDs your band has put out, I think it would be cute for her to say she has that many. :)
 
OOC:

Lets say 3.you can make up song titles

Damien:

Whats your favorite song," I asked.She was pretty and had good taste in music.I waited to see what she would say...
 
Bianca

He smiled at me, "whats your favorite song?" I thought about it for a moment.

"I'd have to say Primal Urges."
 
Damien:

"That was my favorite one to write," i said."Its on our debut,Ill say one of my best," i said.I hesitated."Maybe when you get off later we can get cocoa and chat," i offered.I hope she accepted...
 
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