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A walk on the river

3/16/2007

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REMEMBER THAT SUMMER NIGHT ALONG THE RIVER? THE FULL MOON,
THE STARS SHINING BRIGHT OVERHEAD? OUR BLANKET SPREAD
ON THE GROUND AT WATERS EDGE. THE EMPTY PICNIC BASKET. THE
GREAT FOOD, THE WINE? WE SIT, ENJOYING EACH OTHERS COMPANY. THE SOUNDS OF THE
WILDERNESS FILL OUR EARS. YOU, CRADLED IN MY ARMS SINKING
INTO THOUGHTS OF WHAT MIGHT BE. MELTING INTO MY ARMS LOSING
OURSELVES IN THE MOMENT. TRYING TO IMAGINE WHAT COULD HAPPEN
NEXT. THOUGHTS OF ALMOST EVERYTHING PASS THROUGH YOUR
MIND. THE ONE THAT DOESN'T IS THE ONE THAT TURNS TO REALITY.
SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY A SMALL BOTTLE OF SCENTED MASSAGE OIL
HAS BEEN SLIPPED INTO OUR BASKET. WAS IT BY YOU? WAS IT BY
ME? COULD IT HAVE BEEN AN ACCIDENT, OR ON PURPOSE? NO MATTER.
IT MAKES ITS WAY INTO MY HANDS. YOU FEEL THE WARMTH OF MY BREATH
AGAINST THE SKIN OF YOUR NECK AS I ASK YOU IF YOU'RE INTERESTED
IN SUCH A THING. A SLY SMILE COMES TO YOUR FACE, BUT NO WORDS.
A SMILE THAT CAN ONLY BE TAKEN AS YES. THE TINY GLASS BOTTLE
NOW RESTS IN YOUR HANDS. LEAVING MINE FREE TO SLOWLY UNBUTTON
THE TOP 3 BUTTONS OF YOUR SILKEN BLOUSE. SLIPPING THE DELICATE
MATERIAL OVER THE SOFT SKIN OF YOUR SHOULDERS. EXPOSING
YOUR FLESH TO THE COOLING NIGHT AIR. THE BLACK VELVET OF
YOUR BRA STRAPS FOLLOW SUIT. MEETING AGAIN WITH THE SILK
OF YOUR BLOUSE. THE ROUGH OF MY DRY HANDS MEET THE BACK OF YOUR NECK. THE TIPS
OF MY FINGERS FOLLOWING THE CONTOURS OF YOUR SHOULDERS.
A HAND REACHES AROUND, YOU POUR JUST ENOUGH OF THE THICK
OIL INTO THE PALM OF MY HAND. AGAIN YOUR EYES CLOSE. WAITING
FOR MY TOUCH. TRYING TO PREPARE FOR THE CONTACT BETWEEN
US. OUR SILENCE IS BROKEN ONLY BY THE SOUNDS OF MY HANDS RUSTLING
AS I HEAT THE OIL IN MY HANDS. A DELIGHTFUL CHILL SHUDDERS
DOWN YOUR BACK WITH THE FIRST CONTACT OF MY HAND TO YOUR DELICATE
SKIN. WARM SENSUAL OILS MINGLE WITH THE HEAT OF YOUR FLESH
AS I SLOWLY, GENTLY WORK OIL INTO YOUR SKIN. WORKING OUT
THE DAYS TENSION, AND FRUSTRATION. UP AND DOWN THE SIDES
OF YOUR NECK. OVER THE RIDGES OF YOUR SHOULDERS, WORKING
MY FINGERS INTO YOUR FLESH. DELICATE CIRCLES OF PLEASURE
COVER YOUR BACK. FOLLOWING EVERY LINE ANS CURVE OF YOUR
SWEET FEMININE FORM. THE SENSUAL FEELING OF MY HANDS TO YOUR SKIN OVERWHELMS
YOU AS YOU TRY TO FREE YOURSELF FROM YOUR BLOUSE. FUMBLING
WITH THE BUTTONS, YOU MANAGE TO FREE YOUR UPPER BODY FROM
THE CONFINES OF THE SILK THAT HIDES YOU. LEAVING YOU EXPOSED
TO THE NIGHT AIR. YOU BEGIN THE FIGHT WITH THE HOOKS OF YOUR
BRA AS THE MASCULINE TOUCH OF MY HANDS SENDS YOU CLOSER TO
ECSTASY. THE RELAXING SENSATIONS OF MY TOUCH HINDERS EACH
TRY. FINALLY, AFTER SOME EFFORT YOU'VE BEEN ABLE TO
FREE YOUR BREASTS. LEAVING YOURSELF NAKED FOR THE WORLD
TO SEE. NOT CARING WHO DOES. BEFORE THE OILY TOUCH OF MY HANDS MAKE THERE WAY TO YOUR BREASTS,
YOUR HANDS HAVE ALREADY FOUND A PLACE THERE. FEELING YOUR
NIPPLES HARDEN BETWEEN YOUR FINGERS IN THE COOL NIGHT BREEZE.
KNEADING, AND SQUEEZING YOURSELF. TWISTING AND PULLING
AT YOUR ALREADY ERECT NIPPLES. DREAMING, AND PRAYING YOUR
TOUCH WAS MINE. MY FINGERS WORK OVER YOUR FLESH. MOVING UP AND DOWN YOUR
BACK. OVER YOUR SHOULDERS. ALONG THE BACK OF YOUR NECK,
FOLLOWING THE LINES OF THE FEMININE BONE STRUCTURE HIDDEN
BENEATH YOUR SKIN. ALONG YOUR SPINE FROM THE BASE OF YOUR
HAIR LINE, DOWN THE SENSITIVE SKIN OF YOUR SPINE. STOPPING
ONLY WHERE NAKEDNESS MEETS CLOTHING. AS MY HAND MASSAGES
THE LOWER REACHES OF YOUR BACK, I SLOWLY CONTINUE UPWARD.
HOT BREATH AND WET TONGUE SLIP BETWEEN DELICATE TOUCHES
ON THE WAY TO THE TOP. MY TONGUE REACHES THE TOP AT THE SAME
TIME AS MY HANDS. MY TONGUE SLIPS TO THE LOBE OF YOUR EAR AS
MY HANDS SLIDE OVER YOUR SHOULDERS. MY HANDS MEET YOURS.
YOURS STILL BUSY CARESSING YOURSELF TOWARD ECSTASY. OUR
HANDS TOUCH, YOU GUIDE ME TO THE PLACES YOU NEED TO BE TOUCHED.
THE PLACES THAT SEEM TO ACHE THE MOST. MASSAGE OR NOT, YOU
YEARN FOR MORE THAN THE TOUCH OF YOURSELF. SOFTLY, SENSUALLY
LEADING ME ALONG THE CONTOURS OF YOUR FLESH. MAKING SURE
MY TIME IS SPENT JUST WHERE YOU NEED IT MOST. GUIDING ME OVER
EVERY INCH OF YOUR BARE FLESH. LEADING MY HANDS ACROSS YOUR
STOMACH, DOWN THE LENGTH OF YOUR THIGHS AS FAR AS I CAN REACH
FROM WHERE I'M AT. PULLING YOUR SKIRT UP, LETTING THE
NIGHT WINDS SOOTH YOUR THIGHS FROM THE HEAT OF MY TOUCH.
GLIDING UPWARDS STOPPING ME ONLY WHEN THE CALLOUSES OF
MY HANDS TOUCH THE SOFT, DAMP VELVET OF YOUR PANTIES. THE SOUNDS OF THE WILDERNESS FADES INTO THE BACKGROUND.
REPLACED ONLY BY THE WHISPER SOFT TOUCHES OF MY FINGERS
AS THEY GLIDE GENTLY OVER YOUR BODY. NO LONGER DO YOU HEAR
THE BIRDS IN THE TREES, THE CRICKETS IN THE TALL GRASS THAT
SURROUNDS US. ONLY THE SOUNDS OF OUR HEARTS BEATING, AND
THE SOUNDS OF PASSIONATE BREATHING MIXED WITH THE SOFT
SOUND OF MY HANDS GLIDING OVER YOUR BARE FLESH. SOUNDS OF THE WATER CARESSING THE BANKS OF THE RIVER, ADDS
SOFT BACKGROUND MUSIC TO OUR BREATHING AS MY FINGERS DANCE
UPON YOUR SKIN. YOUR FLESH SET AFIRE FROM MY TOUCH. NOT EVEN
THE WHISPER SOFT BREEZE CAN COOL THE FIRE THAT GROWS. THE
FEEL OF MY HANDS CAUSES YOU TO WHISPER MY NAME. CALLING TO
ME FOR MORE. AS MY FINGERS DELICATELY MASSAGE YOUR SKIN, YOU PUSH ASIDE
THE COLLAR OF MY SHIRT. RUNNING YOUR TONGUE GENTLY ACROSS
MY NECK. LICKING THE SALT FROM MY SKIN. THE PASSION BETWEEN
US RISES. CAUSING ME TO WHISPER YOUR NAME, ASKING YOU FOR
MORE. YOU CONTINUE TO SOFTLY LICK MY NECK. I MASSAGE YOUR
BREASTS. THE FEEL OF MY HANDS TO YOUR BARE BREAST, CAUSES
YOUR NIPPLES TO STIFFEN, AND SWELL. NO LONGER CAN YOU REMAIN
SO PASSIVE. YOU MUST HAVE SOME CONTROL. YOU MUST SATISFY
ME AS I'VE DONE TO YOU. NO MORE DO YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS
TO YOURSELF. NO LONGER CAN YOU BE STILL. THE FEEL OF MY HANDS
TO YOUR SKIN CAUSES YOU TO WANT TO DO THE SAME. YOUR SOFT HANDS
BEGIN TO SLIP UNDER THE TAIL OF MY SHIRT. THE TIPS OF YOUR
FINGERS TENDERLY MASSAGING THE FLESH OF MY BACK IN A GENTILE
SWAYING MOTION, MUCH LIKE THE WHISPERING WIND MOVES THROUGH
THE LEAVES OF THE TALL TREES OVERHEAD. YOU LIFT MY SHIRT
OVER MY HEAD, LEAVING MY CHEST BARE FOR YOU TO SEE. LAYING
ME GENTLY BACK ON THE BLANKET. IT IS YOUR TURN NOW, AND YOU
TAKE FULL ADVANTAGE. GENTLY YOU RUN YOUR FINGERS THROUGH
THE HAIR COVERING MY CHEST. YOUR NAILS SCRAPING MY FLESH
EVER SO SOFTLY. CARESSING MY NIPPLES, CAUSING THEM TO PEAK
WITH YOUR TOUCH. YOUR TONGUE TRACES SLOWLY OVER THEM, DELICATELY
PINCHING EACH BETWEEN YOUR TEETH CAUSES THEM TO GROW EVEN
HARDER. THE MIXTURE OF SWEAT, AND THE TASTE OF MY SKIN ONLY
FUELS YOUR FIRE. TRACING THE TIP OF YOUR WET TONGUE OVER
THE CONTOURS OF MY CHEST. FLICKING YOUR TONGUE BACK AND
FORTH ACROSS MY NIPPLES. ALL THE WHILE YOUR HANDS NEVER
BREAKING CONTACT WITH MY SKIN. THE BULGE IN MY PANTS SEEMS READY TO BURST ITS WAY FREE. EVERY
TIME YOUR HANDS COME CLOSE TO THE WAIST OF MY PANTS, MY HIPS
WRIGGLE IN ANTICIPATION. EACH TIME, YOU SLYLY SMILE, AND
MOVE AWAY. IF ONLY FOR A FEW SECONDS. ONLY TO TORTURE ME JUST
A LITTLE LONGER. YOU WHISPER TO ME IT IS NOT TIME JUST YET.
THE ANTICIPATION CONTINUES. ONCE MORE THE JOURNEY OF YOUR HANDS IS BEGINNING AGAIN.
EVER SO SOFTLY YOUR FINGERS CONTINUE TO CARESS MY STOMACH
AND CHEST. PAUSING OCCASIONALLY TO TAKE MY NIPPLES INTO
YOUR MOUTH, OR TO TAKE A SMALL SENSUAL NIBBLE OF MY FLESH.
YOUR TONGUE TRAVELS UP MY BODY, TASTING THE SWEAT FROM MY
NECK. SLOWLY YOU BEGIN DOWNWARD AGAIN. YOUR EYES LOCKED
TO MINE. NEVER BREAKING CONTACT. THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE WEAVING ITS WAY THROUGH THE THIN LAYER
OF SWEAT THAT COVERS MY SKIN. CLOSER, AND CLOSER TO MY BELLY
BUTTON. STOPPING THERE ONLY TO SUCKLE AT IT THE SAME WAY
YOU'D DONE MY NIPPLES. MOVING SLOWER AND SLOWER TOWARD
THE BUTTON OF MY PANTS. YOUR FINGER SLIP INTO THE WAISTBAND
OF MY PANTS, PULLING THEM AWAY FROM MY SKIN. YOUR TONGUE
SLIPS INTO THE OPENING, TASTING THE SWEET SWEAT OF MY STILL
YET UNTOUCHED SKIN. SHAKING WITH HEATED ANTICIPATION,
YOU FUMBLE WITH THE BUTTON OF MY PANTS. THE SILENCE OF THE
STILL NIGHT IS BROKEN BY THE SOUND OF A ZIPPER BEING LOWERED.
SEPARATING THE OPENING IN MY OVER FLOWING PANTS, EXPOSING
THE RED SILK OF MY UNDERWEAR TO THE STARRY NIGHT AS WELL AS
YOURSELF. YOU LEAN TO SOFTLY KISS THE EVER GROWING BULGE
BENEATH MY UNDERCLOTHES. THE HEAT OF YOUR BREATH IS ALMOST
UNBEARABLE MIXED WITH THE HEAT RADIATING FROM MY CROTCH.
STOPPING THE PLEASURE FOR A MOMENT OF TORTURE, YOU AGAIN
RUN THE SOFT DELICATE PALMS OF YOUR HANDS OVER THE EXPOSED
SKIN OF MY CHEST. RUBBING YOUR BODY ACROSS MINE AS YOU SIDE
UP MY SKIN FOLLOWING YOUR HANDS. GENTILE KISSES COVER MY
NECK AS YOU REST ATOP ME. THE FULLNESS OF YOUR BARE BREASTS
PRESSED TO MY NAKED CHEST. THE PRESSURE OF MY CROTCH PRESSED
TO YOURS. OUR HIPS GRIND TOGETHER TRYING NOT TO BE OBVIOUS
OF WHAT WE DESIRE. YOUR ARMS WRAP AROUND MY NECK, MINE AROUND THE BARE SKIN
OF YOUR LOWER BACK. A LONG PASSIONATE LOOK INTO ONE AN OTHERS
EYES. OUR MOUTHS MEET AS OUR EYES CLOSE. MOUTHS SEPARATING,
TONGUES TOUCH LIGHTLY. WE PULL TOGETHER TIGHT, OUR TONGUES
BEGIN A DANCE OF PURE EXCITEMENT. TANGLING, AND TWISTING
TOGETHER. NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN ARE OUR BODIES. ONCE STILL
HANDS AGAIN BEGIN TO EXPLORE. FOUR HANDS, TWENTY FINGERS
FIGHTING FOR CONTROL. FIGHTING WITH LAYER UPON LAYER OF
CLOTHING. TRYING TO GAIN ACCESS TO THAT IN WHICH WE DESIRE.
AGAIN THE VOICE OF THE RIVER IS SILENT TO US. ONLY THE SOUNDS
OF OUR VOICES WHISPERING TO EACH OTHER, AND THE TENDER SOFT
TOUCH OF OUR FINGERS AND TONGUES OVER WANTON FLESH AS WE
LAY TIGHT TOGETHER, ENCOMPASSED IN ONLY OURSELVES. WE
ARE ALL THAT MATTERS. EACH WANTING TO PLEASE, AND PLEASURE
THE OTHER. WAITING TO BE TAKEN. WANTING TO GIVE OURSELVES
TO THE OTHER. YOU SIT YOURSELF UP, SEPARATING FROM MY CHEST. THE COOL
BREEZE DRIES THE THIN LAYER OF PERSPIRATION THAT CLINGS
TO OUR SKIN. STILL RESTING OVER MY CROTCH. LOOKING INTO
MY EYES, RUNNING YOUR FINGERS THROUGH MY HAIR, OVER THE
CURVES OF MY FACE. FINGERNAILS PASS LIGHTLY OVER THE SKIN
OF MY CHEST. SOFTLY THE PALMS OF YOUR HANDS WAVER ACROSS
THE HAIR GROWING FROM BENEATH MY BELT. DELICATE PASSING
OVER MY STOMACH, ENCIRCLING THE CURLS OF HAIR AROUND MY
NAVEL. NEVER BREAKING EYE CONTACT. YOU TAKE MY HANDS INTO YOURS. ONE BY ONE SLIPPING MY FINGERS
INTO YOUR MOUTH. PAST YOUR LIPS, LETTING YOUR TONGUE CIRCLE
THEM. AS EASILY AS YOU SLID THEM IN THEY SLIDE OUT. WARM,
AND WET FROM THE WANTON PASSION BUILDING FROM INSIDE YOU.
YOU PRESS MY NOW WET FINGERS TO YOUR BREASTS. ALLOWING ME
TO KNEED THE SOFT FLESH. ABLE TO SEE YOUR PERFECT PINK NIPPLES
STANDING ERECT BEFORE MY EYES. FEELING THEM STIFFEN BETWEEN
MY FINGERS. YOUR EYES CLOSE, AND YOUR HEAD BEGINS TO TILT
BACK AS THE ROUGH CALLOUSES OF MY HANDS WANDER OVER YOUR
SOFT SKIN. HOLDING ONTO YOUR HIPS I PULL MYSELF UP. AGAIN
THE NAKED FLESH OF OUR UPPER BODIES PRESS TOGETHER. THE
HOT OF MY BREATH REACHES YOUR NECK. THE SOFT OF MY LIPS SEPARATE.
THE WET OF MY TONGUE TRAILS DOWN THE SIDE OF YOUR NECK, ACROSS
THE RIDGE OF YOUR SHOULDERS WHERE ONCE MY HANDS MASSAGED
OIL INTO YOUR SKIN. MY HANDS AND YOUR NEVER STOP EXPLORING
THAT WHICH WE DESIRE. CUPPING YOUR BREASTS IN MY HANDS,
MY MOUTH WORKS DOWNWARD. MY TONGUE SLIPPING BETWEEN YOUR
BREASTS. HOT WET TRAILS OF SPIT CIRCLE EACH NIPPLE. SLIPPING
THEN INTO MY MOUTH. YOUR FINGERS RUN THROUGH MY HAIR, PULLING
MY MOUTH HARDER TO YOU. MY MOUTH, AND HANDS TRAVEL EVER SO
SLOWLY DOWN. SLIPPING FROM YOUR BREASTS. LEAVING A TRAIL
AS I FOLLOW THE CONTOURS OF YOUR STOMACH. PAUSING INDEFINITELY
AT YOUR NAVEL. LICKING, AND SUCKING AT THE SKIN THAT SURROUNDS
IT. MY TONGUE FILLING YOUR NAVEL. HOT WET SPIT DRIPS FROM
YOUR SKIN AS I TURN MY ATTENTION TO YOUR BELLY BUTTON. JUST
AS MY HANDS MAKE THERE WAY OVER YOUR HIPS, AND BEGIN FIGHTING
TO FREE YOU FROM THE SKIRT YOU WEAR. YOUR HANDS MEET MINE.
STOPPING ME FROM MY TASK. YOU HOLD MY HANDS IN YOURS. LOOKING ME IN THE EYES AGAIN.
TELLING ME THE TIME IS NOT QUITE RIGHT. THERE ARE STILL THINGS
TO DISCOVER. WEATHER IT IS DISCOVERY OF EACH OTHER, OR THIS
PLACE WE'VE MADE OUR PARADISE. ONLY YOU KNOW. I MUST
WAIT AND SEE WHAT YOU HAVE IN MIND. IN THE BACK OF MY MIND,
I DO INDEED KNOW THERE IS MORE. WHAT STARTED AS AN INNOCENT
PICNIC, HAS TURNED INTO SOMETHING WE BOTH DIDN'T EXPECT,
OR IMAGINE. SO MANY THINGS WE WISH. SO MANY THINGS WE WANT.
EVEN THOUGH WE ARE IN THIS ROMANTIC PLACE, THERE IS NO RUSH
FOR ROMANCE. STILL WE MUST FIND THAT WHICH THE OTHER DESIRES.
WE MAY ALREADY KNOW, BUT THERE IS STILL MORE TO THIS TIME
WE SPEND TOGETHER THAN THE PURE ANIMAL ATTRACTION WE HAVE.
A BEAUTIFUL FLOWING RIVER, STARS ABOVE TWINKLING IN THE
NIGHT. THE MOON THAT STARES DOWN AT US, LAUGHING AS A FULL
MOON DOES. SWARMS OF FIREFLIES LIGHTING THE DARKNESS.
ADDING A WARM GLOW TO OUR SKIN. AND STILL WE HAVE YET TO EXPLORE
THAT WHICH SURROUNDS US. THE WATER, SO COOL AND CLEAN. THE
TREES, HIDING ALL THAT SURVIVES WITHIN. TALL GREEN GRASS,
HOME OF THE STIRRING CREATURES THAT ARE OUR BACKGROUND
MUSIC. ALL OF WHICH IS OURS. NO ONE ELSE'S. AS FAST AND FURIOUS AS WE UNDRESSED ONE ANOTHER, WE DRESS
AGAIN. AN EXPEDITION AWAITS IN THE DARKNESS. WHERE WE GO,
WHAT WE'LL FIND IS THE ONLY MYSTERY. WE TAKE EACH OTHER
BY THE HANDS, PULLING OURSELVES TO OUR FEET. WE STRAIGHTEN
EACH OTHERS CLOTHING. TRYING AS WE MIGHT NOT TO UNDO WHAT
WE'VE JUST REDONE. A SMILE BETWEEN US. WE WRAP OUR ARMS
AROUND ONE ANOTHER, AND OFF WE GO. THERE MUST BE ANOTHER
PLACE JUST AS SPECTACULAR AS THIS SOMEWHERE ALONG THE BANKS
OF THIS RIVER. IT IS NOW UP TO US TO SEARCH FOR, AND FIND IT.
NO MATTER WHERE IT MAY BE, IT WILL BE JUST AS SPECTACULAR
AS THIS ONE IF ONLY FOR THE COMPANY WE KEEP. BLANKET, PICNIC BASKET, EMPTY WINE BOTTLES, AND ALL LEFT
BEHIND IN SEARCH OF BETTER THINGS. THE DECISION IS MADE.
DOWN STREAM WE GO. HAND IN HAND, WATCHING EVERY STEP. KEEPING
TRACK OF WHERE WE'VE BEEN, AND WHERE WE'VE YET
TO SET FOOT. INTO THE NIGHT. THE TWO OF US ALONE. ONLY OURSELVES,
AND OUR HOPES. THE DESIRES WE HAVE ARE ALL WE CARRY WITH US.
DESIRE THAT FILLS THE AIR, YET ONES WE KNOW MUST REMAIN IN
CHECK AT LEAST FOR NOW. AT FIRST THE THOUGHT OF STOPPING THE JOURNEY WE WERE ON SEEMED
TO BE A BIT UNNEEDED TO ME. THEN THE MORE I THOUGHT, THE MORE
I WONDERED THE MORE THE IDEA TURNED INTO A NEVER ENDING JOURNEY
OF MIND BODY AND SOUL. SO MANY THOUGHTS RUN THROUGH MY HEAD.
SO MUCH COULD BE DONE. SO MANY THINGS I ALONE WOULD THINK
OF. A WORLD OF UNKNOWN. NEVER BEFORE EXPERIENCED BY US BOTH.
ONLY THOUGHTS, AND DREAMS RACING IN MY MIND. YOU, THE ONE
TO SHARE THEM WITH. DREAMS OF SIGHT, SOUND, AND PLEASURE.
IN AS MANY WAYS A MIND CAN THINK. HAND IN HAND, DREAMS AND ASPIRATIONS IN OUR MINDS. WE STROLL
UP STREAM INTO WHAT WE'VE YET TO DISCOVER. ALONG THE
BANKS OF OUR RIVER. THROUGH THE CANOPY OF TREES THAT RUSTLE
OVERHEAD. UNDER THE STARS. BEING FOLLOWED ONLY BY THE SMILING
FULL MOON ABOVE. MET HEAD ON BY THE ROLLING YET SOMETIMES
CALM RIVER WE WANDER ALONG. STOPPING TO SMELL THE WILDFLOWER'S
IN THE DARKNESS. TAKING THE TIME TO GAZE IN WONDERMENT AT
WHAT MOTHER NATURE HAS SET BEFORE US. PEACE, AND SERENITY.
WITH ONLY A FEW WILDERNESS CREATURES REMAINING AWAKE.
ALONG WITH THE CHIRP OF CRICKETS, AND THE BLINKING OF FIREFLIES.
MAKING MUSIC FOR US. AROUND THE BEND, WHERE THE RIVER NARROWS IS A NATURAL MADE
BRIDGE. A BRIDGE OF STONES, AND ROCKS STRETCHING ACROSS
THE WATER. WET, SLIPPERY STEPS ACROSS CLEAR BLUE WATER.
THE OPPORTUNITY AWAITS. THE DECISION IS OURS TO MAKE. TO
BE SAFE AND DRY, OR TAKE THE CHANCE OF GETTING WET JUST TO
SEE WHAT'S ACROSS THE WATER. CLEAR BLUE WATER RUNNING THROUGH A SLOW MOVING BEND IN THE
RIVER IS BEFORE US. WHO DECIDES? WHO WILL TAKE THAT FIRST
STEP? WHICH ONE OF US IS UP TO BEING THE LEADER? WE STAND SILENTLY,
HOLDING ONTO EACH OTHER. WATCHING THE WATER PASS. WAITING
FOR THE OTHER TO TAKE CHARGE. HOPING THE OTHER WILL TAKE
THE LEAD. THE CHIRP OF CRICKETS AGAIN FILL THE AIR. THE LIGHT OF THE
FULL MOON FADES BEHIND A CLOUD. LEAVING US IN ALMOST TOTAL
DARKNESS. IF NOT FOR THE FEW REMAINING STARS THERE WOULD
BE NO LIGHT. LIGHT FADES TO DARK, AND BACK TO LIGHT. STILL
WE REMAIN WHERE WE WERE. OUR EYES CAST UPON WHAT MOTHER NATURE
HAS LAID BEFORE US. TALL GRASS, STRONG TREES, BEAUTIFUL
FLOWERS, AND SHIMMERING CLEAR BLUE WATER. AS THE MOON AGAIN DISAPPEARS BEHIND A CLOUD. SUDDENLY,
SWIFTLY YOU'RE SWEPT FROM YOUR FEET. CRADLED INTO
MY ARMS. SAFE AND SOUND. NOTHING TO FEAR AS I STEP TOWARD
WATERS EDGE. YOUR ARMS AROUND MY SHOULDERS, YOUR BREATH
IN MY EAR. YOUR EYES CLOSE IN THE SANCTUARY OF MY TOUCH. YOUR
FAITH IN MY HANDS. YOUR TRUST GIVEN TO ME. ALL IS IN MY HANDS.
YOU ARE AT MY MERCY. DOWN THE SLOPE OF THE BANKS. HEADING TOWARD THE WATER. THE
CLOSER WE COME, THE LOUDER, AND FASTER THE WATER SEEMS TO
RUSH BY. YOU TIGHTEN YOUR GRIP TO MY SHOULDERS AS I TAKE THE
FIRST STEP FROM SOLID GROUND. WET, SLIPPERY ROCKS UNDER
FOOT. STEP AT A TIME EVER SO SLOWLY TRYING TO CROSS. DOING
MY BEST NOT TO SLIP. GIVING MY ALL TO KEEP YOU, AND MYSELF
DRY. 3 MORE STEPS TO GO. CAN WE MAKE IT WITHOUT GETTING WET?
ONE LAST ROCK TO GO. WE MADE IT. ONE MORE TO DRY GROUND. ONE FOOT ON THE BANK, ONE STILL LEFT ON THE MAKE SHIFT BRIDGE.
AS I STEP TOWARD LAND, MY FOOT BEGINS TO SLIP. INTO THE WATER
WE PLUNGE. COOL CLEAR MOVING WATER ONLY A FEW FEET DEEP,
BUT NONE THE LESS WE ARE STILL WET. DISGUSTED, BUT STILL
MANAGING TO LAUGH AT OURSELVES, WE SIT IN THE COOL WATER.
ALMOST REFUSING TO GET UP. SPLASHING IN THE WAVES WE'VE
CREATED. MAKING FUN OF OURSELVES FOR BEING SO FOOLISH.
A VALIANT EFFORT RUINED IN A SPLIT SECOND. A ROMANTIC GESTURE
DOWSED IN THE COOL WATER. FINALLY, SOAKING WET, AND ACHING FROM LAUGHTER WE PULL
EACH OTHER TO OUR FEET. WE WADE FROM THE WATER, UP THE BANK
TO DRY LAND. DRIPPING WET WITH COLD SPRING WATER, WE COLLAPSE
SIDE BY SIDE IN THE TALL GRASSES AT THE EDGE OF THE RIVER BANK.
STARING INTO THE STAR FILLED SKY. THE BRIGHT FULL MOON EMERGES
FROM ITS HIDING PLACE BEHIND A CLOUD. IT SEEMS TO BE LAUGHING
ALONG WITH US. AFTER CATCHING OUR BREATH, WE AGAIN VENTURE ON. BOTH OF
US SOAKED TO THE SKIN. DRIPPING WET, AND COLD. WE TRY TO DECIDE
WHICH WAY TO GO. MY MIND BEGINS TO WANDER AS I LOOK AT YOU BEFORE
ME SOAKING WET, THE SOFT WHITE MATERIAL OF YOUR BLOUSE CLINGING
TO YOUR FIGURE. EVEN IN THE DIM MOONLIGHT. THE OUTLINE OF
YOUR BRA SHOWING THROUGH. THE PINK OF YOUR NIPPLES AS THE
GROW ERECT FROM THE COLD CATCHES MY EYE AS THEY TRY TO PEEK
THROUGH THE DRENCHED MATERIAL. ONCE AGAIN, WE BEGIN TO
LOSE OURSELVES IN THE MOMENT. NOT WORRYING ABOUT THE WET
OR COLD. ONLY OURSELVES. STANDING BEFORE EACH OTHER. THE
COLOR OF SKIN FADING THROUGH OUR CLOTHING. WE SEEM TO BE
MESMERIZED WITH THE SIGHTS BEFORE US. STARING AT THAT IN
FRONT OF US. EXAMINING EVERY INCH FROM TOP TO BOTTOM. OUR EYES FIXATE ON EACH OTHER. EVER SO CAUTIOUSLY STEPPING
TOGETHER. THE COLD WE FEEL IS DIMINISHING. OVERPOWERED
BY THE HEAT WE GENERATE AMONG OURSELVES. TWO SOAKING WET
BODIES PULL TOGETHER. ARMS WRAP AROUND. INSTINCTIVELY
OUR HEADS KNOW WHICH WAY TO TURN AS OUR LIPS MEET. GENTLY,
SOFTLY TOUCHING. AS HANDS BEGIN TO ROAM, OUR MOUTHS OPEN
LEAVING TONGUES TO DANCE TOGETHER. TWISTING, TURNING
TOGETHER. WE FIGHT WITH EACH OTHERS WET CLOTHING. TRYING
OUR BEST TO GET JUST A TOUCH OF WHAT'S HIDDEN BENEATH.
HANDS PULLING AND TUGGING. FINGERS FUMBLING WITH BUTTONS.
BODIES PRESSED TIGHTLY TOGETHER. RUBBING AGAINST EACH
OTHER. ALLOWING OURSELVES TO FALL PREY TO THE SEDUCTIVE
PASSION WE SO CRAVE. TURNING, AND SWAYING AS IF TO BE DANCING. OUR TANGLED BODIES
STEP AWAY FROM THE WATER. SEEMINGLY LEADING OURSELVES
INTO THE TREES. OUT OF THE LIGHT OF THE MOON, UNDER A CANOPY
OF LEAVES. HIDING US FROM THE LIGHT. INTO THE DARKNESS.
STILL THE MOON CASTS ITS BEAMS JUST A FEW FEET AWAY. LEAVING
JUST ENOUGH LIGHT FOR US TO SEE WHAT IT IS WE DESIRE. IF WE
MANAGE TO BREAK THROUGH THE BARRIERS OF FABRIC WHICH PROTECT
US. I BACK YOU TO A TALL TREE. RAISING YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD.
HOLDING THEM TO THE ROUGH BARK. ONE HAND HOLDS YOURS. THE
OTHER, ALONG WITH MY MOUTH BEGIN A DESCENT DOWN YOUR NECK.
MY TONGUE SLIPS ALONG THE FLESH THAT'S EXPOSED FROM
YOUR STILL BUTTONED BLOUSE. PULLING AT YOUR COLLAR, EXPOSING
ONE SHOULDER TO THE COOL NIGHT AIR. I NIBBLE MY WAY ALONG
THE RIDGE OF YOUR SHOULDER. TASTING EVERY INCH OF SKIN.
THE TASTE OF FRESH SPRING WATER, AND SWEET SWEAT FILL MY
MOUTH AS MY TONGUE DELICATELY TRACES YOUR EXPOSED FLESH.
ONE BUTTON AT A TIME, I AGAIN EVER SO SLOWLY BEGIN TO REMOVE
YOUR BLOUSE. YOUR DAMP WHITE BLOUSE NOW OPEN. GENTLY FLUTTERING
IN THE BREEZE. MY HANDS TOUCH TO YOUR BARE STOMACH. TRAILING
UPWARD. KNEADING YOUR BREASTS THROUGH YOUR WET BRA. SLIPPING
YOUR BLOUSE FROM YOUR SHOULDERS. ALLOWING IT TO FALL TO
THE GROUND AT OUR FEET. EACH STRAP OF YOUR BRA IS SLID OVER
YOUR SHOULDER. YOUR BREASTS FINALLY FREED FROM THERE RESTRAINT.
THE FEEL OF MY HANDS TO YOUR BARE BREAST WEAKENS YOUR KNEES.
THE SENSATION OF YOUR NIPPLES STIFFENING BETWEEN MY FINGERS
SEEM TO DO THE SAME TO ME. IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE, YOUR BRA FOLLOWS
YOUR BLOUSE. FALLING INTO THE PILE WE'RE CREATING.
THE WET OF MY SHIRT PRESSED TO YOUR BARE SKIN AS MY LIPS MEET
YOUR NECK. YOUR FACE HELD IN MY HANDS. OUR EYES BEGIN TO CLOSE
AGAIN. ONCE MORE. THIS TIME WITH MORE PASSION AND DESIRE
THAN EVER OUR LIPS MEET. OUR TONGUES AGAIN BEGIN TO TWIST
AND TANGLE TOGETHER. BARE TO THE WAIST. EXPOSED TO ME. AT THE MERCY OF MY TOUCH.
SO WANTON. SO WILLING, YET SO AFRAID. SO VULNERABLE. SO
IN TUNE TO THE PASSION BUILDING INSIDE. GROWING, BECOMING
STRONGER WITH EVERY TOUCH. HEIGHTENING WITH THE FEEL OF
EVERY FINGER TIP. WITH EVERY KISS. SUDDENLY, YOUR FEARS AND VULNERABILITY SEEM TO FADE. IT
IS YOU WHO ALL OF THE SUDDEN BECOMES THE AGGRESSOR. FIGHTING
YOUR WAY THROUGH THE TAIL OF MY SHIRT. YOUR HANDS SLIP PAST
MY WAIST. FINGERNAILS SCRAPING MY CHEST. THE DAMPNESS
OF MY SKIN MIXES WITH THE HEAT IN YOUR HANDS. YOU RAISE MY
SHIRT. DROPPING TO YOUR KNEES. YOUR TONGUE COVERS MY STOMACH.
LEAVING WET TRAILS ACROSS MY FLESH. YOU BEGIN TO FUMBLE
WITH THE BUTTONS. YOUR NERVOUSNESS CAUSING YOUR HANDS
TO TREMBLE IN ANTICIPATION. THE LOWEST BUTTON UNDONE.
FIGHTING WITH THE NEXT. OUT OF FRUSTRATION, YOU SIMPLY
TEAR AT THE TAIL OF MY SHIRT. SENDING BUTTONS FLYING THROUGH
THE COOL DARKNESS. YOU PULL YOURSELF TO YOUR FEET WITH THE FRONT OF MY SHIRT.
LETTING YOUR ERECT NIPPLES BRUSH OVER MY STOMACH, AND CHEST.
WE PULL TIGHT TOGETHER. NOT A WORD IS SPOKEN. OUR THOUGHTS
ARE ONE IN THE SAME. THOUGHTS AND DREAMS OF WHAT COULD BE
NEXT. KNOWING FULL WELL WHAT THAT IS. YET REALIZING, AS
WONDERFUL AS IT WOULD BE HERE. THERE IS OUR TINY CABIN TUCKED
AWAY AT RIVERS EDGE. WITH ITS OVERSIZED BRASS BED. ROARING
FIRE. CHAMPAIGN ON ICE. ALL THE COMFORTS OF HOME. ALL FOR
US. THE ONLY THING WE NEED TO DO IS, CONTROL OUR URGES, AND
CROSS THE WATER ONCE MORE. WE DO MANAGE TO CROSS THE RIVER. STROLLING HAND IN HAND TOWARD
OUR TEMPORARY HOME. OFF IN THE DISTANCE WE CAN SEE THE LIGHT
OF THE PORCH. OUR ANTICIPATION BUILDS EVEN MORE WITH EACH
STEP. WALKING TOGETHER. KNOWING THE OUTCOME, BUT ONLY
DREAMING OF HOW THE JOURNEY WILL BE. WHERE IT WILL CONTINUE.
TRYING TO IMAGINE WHICH PATH THE OTHER WILL TAKE TO GET US
TO THE PLACE WE SO MUCH WISH TO BE. EVERY POSSIBILITY ENTERS,
AND EXITS OUR MINDS. SOME SEEM RIGHT. SOME NOT SO RIGHT.
OTHERS ARE JUST A FEELING WE THINK WE NEED TO DO. EVEN OTHERS
SEEM JUST PERFECT FOR THE EVENING WE'VE STARTED. WHICH
PATH TO TAKE. ONLY OUR MINDS, AND BODIES KNOW FOR SURE. OUR
SOULS ARE AT THE MERCY OF THE OTHER. AT THEIR FULL ATTENTION.
READY TO BE GIVEN. WAITING TO BE TAKEN. WALKING EVER SO SLOWLY. STILL TAKING IN THE SCENERY. STILL
WATCHING EACH OTHER. SUDDENLY, SKY TURNS TO CLOUDS, AND
THE WIND CHANGES DIRECTIONS AS IT PICKS UP. PAST THE SHELTER
OF OUR LODGE. A FLASH OF LIGHT FILLS THE SKY IN FRONT OF US.
IT SEEMS A STORM MAY BE ROLLING IN. THE CLOSER WE GET TO THE DOOR, THE FASTER THE FLASHES IN THE
SKY GET. BY THE TIME WE REACH THE STEPS THE RAIN LETS LOOSE.
NOT A TOTAL DOWNPOUR. A STEADY, RELAXING WARM RAIN. AT THE
FOOT OF THE STEPS, WE PAUSE TO ENJOY A ROMANTIC, PASSIONATE
EMBRACE. I THEN SWEEP YOU INTO MY ARMS AND CARRY YOU THROUGH
THE DOOR. ONCE AGAIN WE'RE SOAKING WET. I CARRY YOU
TO THE FIREPLACE. WE STAND BEFORE WHAT'S LEFT OF OUR
FIRE AS WATER RUNS FROM OUR SKIN, AND CLOTHES. ALL WE CAN
SEEM TO DO IS HOLD EACH OTHER, AND STARE INTO THE FLAMES.
WE SEEM TO BE GETTING LOST AMONG THE CHANGING COLORS OF FIRE.
WATCHING AS BURNING RED PIECES OF WOOD FALL TO ASH AT OUR
FEET. YOU EXCUSE YOURSELF TO GET OUT OF YOUR WET CLOTHES. MY ATTENTION
TURNS FROM THE FIRE TO YOU. ALL I CAN SEE NOW IS YOU. WALKING
AWAY. DOWN THE HALL. A RIGHT TURN INTO THE BATHROOM. I HEAR
THE CLOSING OF THE DOOR. THEN THE RUNNING OF WATER. CURIOUS
AS TO WHAT IT IS YOU'RE UP TO, I FOLLOW YOUR PATH. STOPPING
AT THE ENTRANCE TO THE HALLWAY. THE DOOR OPENS. PIECE BY
PIECE YOUR CLOTHES HANG FROM YOUR FINGERS OUT THE DOOR,
AND DROP TO THE FLOOR. THIS IS NOT WHAT WAS ON MY MIND, BUT STILL MY MIND WANDERS.
AS YOU CONTINUE TO LEAVE YOUR CLOTHES IN A HEAP OUTSIDE THE
BATHROOM, YOU KNOW NOT WHAT I DO. OUT OF CLOTHING, YOU PEEK
FROM BEHIND THE DOOR. INVITING ME IN. LUCKILY I HAVE RETURNED.
THROUGH THE DOOR I GO, HANDS BEHIND MY BACK. ONLY TO SEE YOU
SUBMERSED TO YOUR CHIN IN AN ANTIQUE CLAW FOOT TUB FILLED
TO THE RIM WITH BUBBLES. I SIT ON THE EDGE BESIDE YOU. IN MY
HANDS, CHILLED CHAMPAIGN, AND A PAIR OF GLASSES. THE CORK
FLIES THROUGH THE AIR, AND CHAMPAIGN SPEWS THROUGH THE
AIR DRIPPING INTO YOUR WARM WATER. A GLASS FOR YOU, ONE FOR
ME. A TOAST. TO NEW ADVENTURES. CRYSTAL GLASSES CHIME AS
THEY TOUCH. WE DRINK TO OURSELVES, AND OUR NEW FINDINGS.
YOU ASK ME IF I'M GOING TO JOIN YOU. THE LOOK ON MY FACE
SAYS YES. MY MOUTH DOES NOT ANSWER. I HAND YOU MY GLASS. SLIP
OFF MY BOOTS. TAKE MY TORN SHIRT OFF. STANDING BEFORE YOU
SMILING. ONE LEG IN, THEN THE OTHER. PANTS STILL ON. I SIT
FACING YOU. WE FIND A COMFORTABLE SITUATION FOR ALL THINGS
UNDERWATER. WE TALK OF WHAT IS TO COME, AS YOUR BARE SOAP
COVERED FEET RUB AGAINST MY CHEST. SOMETIMES WE ARE SILENT.
LISTENING TO THE RAIN OUTSIDE BOUNCING ON THE ROOF. OTHER
TIMES, WE ARE AS SILLY AS SCHOOL CHILDREN. PICKING ON EACH
OTHER. SPLASHING WATER, AND TEASING EACH OTHER. THE MORE CHAMPAIGN THAT FLOWS, THE FREER WE SEEM TO GET.
OUT OF NOWHERE, YOU RISE FROM THE WATER, BUBBLES RUNNING
FROM YOUR SKIN. DOWN YOUR BODY. TRAILS LEAD BETWEEN YOUR
BREAST, DOWN YOUR STOMACH TRICKLING INTO THE WATER FROM
BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS. YOU TAKE MY HAND, HELPING ME UP. KNEELING
IN FRONT OF ME, UNBUTTONING MY PANTS. PRYING THE SOAKED
MATERIAL FROM MY HIPS, DOWN MY LEGS. YOUR FINGERS SCRAPE
SOAP FROM MY CHEST, THROUGH THE DARK CURLS OF PUBIC HAIR,
AND DOWN THE INSIDE OF MY THIGHS. WIPING BUBBLES FROM MY
STOMACH, YOU GENTILE KISS MY NAVEL. SUDDENLY, I FEEL MYSELF
STIFFENING IN YOUR HAND. YOU LOOK UP AT ME, STROKING ME THROUGH
A COATING OF SOAPY BUBBLES. YOU RISE TO YOUR FEET AGAIN,
PRESSING YOUR CROTCH TO MINE. A LONG SENSUAL KISS FILLS
OUR MINDS, AND BODIES. OUR LIPS SEPARATE, YOU STEP FROM
THE WATER. LEAVING THE BATHROOM IN A RUSH. LEAVING ME STAND
WITH PANTS TO MY KNEES, AND A SOAP COVERED ERECTION. YOU
LEAVE A TRAIL OF WET FOOTSTEPS TO THE BEDROOM. ALL I NEED
TO DO NOW IS GET MY PANTS UP, OR OFF AND FOLLOW. OR DO I FINISH
THIS BATH, AND MAKE YOU WAIT. MAYBE EVEN COME BACK TO ME?
THERE'S ONLY ONE CHOICE. I LEAVE MY PANTS DRAPED OVER
THE TUB. FOLLOWING YOUR TRACKS WITH OUR BOTTLE IN HAND.
HOPING YOU WILL LET ME IN. I TAP ON THE DOOR BEFORE I ENTER.
EVER SO SLOWLY OPENING THE DOOR. PEEKING AROUND IT TO TRY
AND SEE YOU. WHERE YOU'RE AT. WHAT YOU'RE UP TO.
I SEE YOU THERE, LAYING ACROSS THE BED. ALL THE PILLOWS PROPPING
YOU UP. LOOKING SO SEXY, SO BEAUTIFUL. I LAY BESIDE YOU,
STILL WE SHARE OUR CHAMPAIGN. THIS TIME FROM THE BOTTLE.
OUR GLASSES HAVE LONG SINCE DROWN IN THE TUB. ROLLING TOWARD
YOU, MY HAND ON THE BACK OF YOUR THIGH. SOFTLY MOVING UPWARD.
OVER YOUR REAR TO THE SMALL OF YOUR BACK. YOURS RUNNING OVER
MY RIBS, TO MY NIPPLES, AROUND TO MY BACK. I PULL YOUR HIPS
TO MINE. YOU FEEL ME HARD AGAINST YOU. YOU PULL ME TO YOU.
YOUR BREASTS MEET MY CHEST. TIGHT TOGETHER AS ONE. I ROLE
US OVER. YOU ATOP OF ME. YOUR WEIGHT PRESSED TO ME. EVERY
INCH OF YOU FEELING MY BODY BENEATH YOU. OUR HIPS BEGIN TO
MOVE. PUSHING TOWARD EACH OTHER. OUR ARMS HOLD US TIGHTLY
TOGETHER. SKIN ON SKIN. WATER, AND BUBBLES BETWEEN STILL
REMAIN. YOUR HANDS HOLD MY FACE, MINE ROAM OVER YOUR BACK.
SENSUAL TOUCHES. TENDER MOTIONS. HEATED PASSION. WAITING
ANXIETY. ALL LEFT TO US. WHO WILL TAKE THE FIRST STEP? WHO
MAKES THE FIRST MOVE TOWARD WHAT WE BOTH WANT? THE HEAT OF PASSION, AND THE SWEET SMELL OF SWEAT FILL THE
AIR. ROVING HANDS, ACTIVE MOUTHS, AND LASHING TONGUES
PICK UP WHERE WORDS ONCE WERE. YOU SIT YOURSELF UP. RESTING
OVER MY ERECTION. MOVING YOUR HIPS BACK AND FORTH. STROKING
ME WITH YOUR BODY. YOUR HANDS, AND FINGERS FEEL THERE WAY
OVER MY SWEATY COOL CHEST. YOU TAKE THE BOTTLE OF CHAMPAIGN,
YOUR TONGUE ROLLS AROUND THE RIM BEFORE YOU TAKE YOUR FINAL
SIP. DRIPPING COLD SPARKLING LIQUID DOWN MY CHEST. MIXING
IT TOGETHER WITH MY SWEAT. I FEELING RUNNING DOWN MY STOMACH
TRAILING TOWARD MY NAVEL AND BEYOND. THE THICK HEAD OF MY
HARD ON PEEKS FROM BENEATH YOU. A FEW DROPS THERE TURN INTO
A FLOOD AS YOU POUR LIQUID BETWEEN YOUR BREASTS. LETTING
IT FLOW DOWN YOU. OVER YOUR STOMACH, RUSHING THROUGH YOUR
MOUND OF BLONDE CURLY HAIR. MIXING WITH WHAT IS ALREADY
COVERING ME. I REACH TO MASSAGE COOL CHAMPAIGN INTO YOUR
SKIN. BETWEEN YOUR BREASTS, STICKY WET HANDS RUBBING OVER
ALREADY HARD NIPPLES. SLIPPING THROUGH THE COOL WET LIQUID
OVER YOUR STOMACH. I TAKE YOU BY THE HIPS, AND PULL YOUR BODY
CLOSER TO MY MOUTH. YOU LEAN OVER, LETTING CHAMPAIGN DRIP
FROM YOUR NIPPLES INTO MY WAITING MOUTH. CLOSER YOU COME.
MY TONGUE CIRCLES EACH NIPPLE. TWISTING, AND ROLLING BETWEEN
MY TEETH AND TONGUE. CLOSER STILL, YOUR STICKY CHAMPAIGN
SOAKED STOMACH REACHES MY MOUTH. MY WET TONGUE FILLS YOUR
BELLY BUTTON. THE TASTE OF A WOMAN'S SWEAT, MIXED WITH
CHAMPAIGN, AND THE SCENT OF SEX FROM YOUR BODY FILL MY SENSES.
YOUR BODY BENDS BACKWARDS WITH DELIGHT, AND ANTICIPATION.
ALMOST GIVING YOURSELF UP TO ME. WAITING FOR WHAT I'LL
DO NEXT. I LAY YOU ON YOUR BACK. SITTING BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS
AS YOUR HANDS EXPLORE YOUR SKIN. WAITING FOR MINE. A FLOOD
OF WARMING CHAMPAIGN POURS ONTO YOUR SKIN. YOUR HANDS MASSAGE
IT IN. MY HANDS DO THE SAME. TAKING YOU WRISTS, I HOLD YOUR
HANDS TO THE BED OVER YOUR HEAD. MY LIPS SURROUND YOUR NIPPLES,
SUCKING THE SWEET LIQUID FROM YOUR FLESH. I RELEASE YOUR
HANDS, AS I WEAVE MY WAY DOWN YOUR CHAMPAIGN SOAKED BODY.
THE FARTHER DOWN I SEEM TO GET, THE HIGHER YOUR KNEES GO.
EXPOSING YOUR STICKY MOIST CROTCH TO ME AS I LICK AND KISS
MY WAY DOWNWARD. I PAUSE ONLY FOR A SECOND. THEN TAKE EACH
ANKLE INTO MY HANDS. RUNNING MY TONGUE FROM EACH EVER SO
SLOWLY UPWARD TO YOUR THIGH. STOPPING JUST SHORT OF WHERE
YOU'D LIKE ME TO BE. MY HOT BREATH PASSES YOUR CURLY
BLONDE PUBIC HAIR AS I RETURN TO YOUR STOMACH. ONCE AGAIN,
I TEASE YOU WITH WHAT I DON'T LET YOU HAVE. MY MOUTH REACHES
YOURS, WE KISS. OUR TONGUES TWISTING TOGETHER AGAIN. NEVER
WANTING TO STOP. YOUR HANDS SLIDE DOWN MY BACK AS YOUR LEGS
WRAP AROUND MY HIPS. YOU REACH BETWEEN US. TAKING MY ERECTION
IN YOUR FINGERS. YOU MANAGE TO GUIDE ME INTO YOU WEATHER
THAT'S WHAT I WANT OR NOT. MY THICK HEAD PENETRATES YOUR OUTER SWOLLEN LIPS. OUR HIPS
MOVE IN UNISON TOGETHER TOWARD EACH OTHER. UNTIL I CAN GET
MYSELF NO FARTHER INTO YOU. YOUR LEGS HOLD ME TIGHT. AS DO
YOUR ARMS. WE BARELY MOVE. ALL WE NEED IS THE FEELING. THE
FEELING OF PURE PLEASURE. ME INSIDE OF YOU. YOU WRAPPED
TIGHT AROUND ME. WE'VE TEASED, AND TORTURED ENOUGH.
THERE NEED BE NO WORDS, OR EVEN ACTIONS. THE PLEASURE, AND
ECSTASY WILL COME. WE NEED ONLY BE TOGETHER, AND HOLD ONTO
EACH OTHER UNTIL OUR JOURNEY IS COMPLETE. WE AWAKE IN THE MORNING JUST AS WE HAD LEFT OFF. WE NEVER EVEN
REALIZED WE'D FALLEN ASLEEP. TOO BUSY IN THE MOMENT.
TO ENGROSSED INTO ONE ANOTHER TO EVEN CARE. TO INVOLVED
IN THE PLEASURE OF THE OTHER FOR IT TO MATTER. ALL WE KNOW
IS WHAT HAS HAPPENED HAS. SOMEHOW A SIMPLE LITTLE PICNIC
TURNED INTO A NIGHT OF PASSION NEVER TO BE REPRODUCED. A
NIGHT TO REMEMBER. NOW WE MUST RISE AND SHINE. THERE ARE TOO MANY OTHER THINGS
TO DO. THAT IN IT'S SELF IS ANOTHER CHAPTER

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What a great fantasy....sounds like my kind of picnic!

3/18/2007