It's early afternoon, and you are in town buying a new outfit for our night together. Something very soft and feminine and flowy, because you know how I love a woman; my woman, in summer, kind of short flowing type dress that is short enough to have my imagination at each breeze but just long enough to ensure modesty; something that accentuates your form to it's fullest.I have arranged for us to spend the evening in this great little cottage on the beach. It's quiet and secluded, and the beach is private. The day is hot, and the weather clear. I have also made dinner reservations for us at this very quaint and VERY private restaurant up on the coast highway overlooking the ocean.I am busy preparing your room for you, so when you come home and need to get ready for our evening, everything will be at your fingertips .even me. I can see you coming down the drive, and I meet you at your car door with a fresh cup of coffee I have just roasted the beans for and freshly ground, so the caff
At first, I don't think you knew what to think. When I looked up, I saw your fingers flying over the top of your pussy, rubbing your clit like a madwoman. Your head was moving from side to side; you were moaning and groaning as the most intense orgasm of your life started washing over you. Juices gushed from your pussy, and a scream started deep within you somewhere, and you covered your mouth with a towel so as not to embarrass yourself. Your fingers were flying on your clit, and my hands were moving in and out of you in a fury.The orgasm took hold of you in a way you weren't expecting. Instead of the usual rhythmic contractions of your vaginal muscles, this came from much deeper within you, and you pushed it out of you, almost like you were trying to push it out and away from you. Juices went everywhere, and you collapsed and relaxed all in the same motion.I wasn't sure, but I thought you might have passed out. I took my finger from you, and I turned the vibrator off, and it just
Everyone said Jim Woodset was a nice guy. He was generally acknowledged to be a sensitive, caring human being; kind to animals and fair in his dealings with others. Some thought it strange that a young man, so fit and healthy, should live out here in the wilderness of Alaska so far from the fun, parties, drinking and women with no company with nothing but the wild animals of the forest.He had come to this outpost nearly ten years ago, a young man just barely out of his teens and found work on a highway maintenance crew; then, when the winter season set in and he had lost his summer job, he'd stayed on and earned a meager existence doing odd jobs. After that first winter, Jim was accepted as a member of the community.Since Jim was easily the most robust and handsomest man in the little community, most of the local women's heads were turned at one time or another. For many he was a challenge. Several of the women in the small community had entertained daydreams of some illicit liaison
She had come to Jim's house earlier, hoping that something like this would develop, although she'd had no clear plan of things were working out well. When she asked Jim to share his bed with her, she had fought her embarrassment and added, "we don't have to do anything, just cuddle up" to save her self respect if he had refused.Actually, she had hoped that he would make his move on her then and was disappointed when he didn't. As she lay in the warmth under the big comforter with Jim adoring and praising her and softly caressing her body all over, she thought about what was happening. Jim was good, and she was more aroused than ever before.Slowly, she tried to push back her feelings of guilt and allowed herself to fully enjoy the event. "God, I'm hot!" she thought. As he moved slightly over her to plant his lips on hers, Jim began to feel the good feelings that had eluded him since the death of his wife. He kissed Maddie on the lips, softly at first; then with increasing passion, an
The waters on the lake were a brilliant deep blue with just a slight ripple over the surface and black at the portions of the shore shaded by the big green pine and fir trees. Overhead and connected to the lake and forest was the azure sky with just a few white cirrus clouds scattered about. It was calm except for an occasional breeze that stirred the ripple on the lake.The silence was broken only by the sounds of the breeze in the trees and far off birdcalls. Occasionally, a branch breaking could be heard. The only evidence of humans ever having been there was the small campsite where David Swenson's campfire burned brightly in preparation for preparing his dinner. The two flattened logs, adjacent to the fire, made for a solid work table and his small bivy shelter with a bed of pine boughs close by completed his camp.It was a good camp, comfortable and efficient, and David, who had been coming here for several years, considered it well worth the two days of canoeing required to get
It was the middle of Lily's freshman year of high school, and she had just moved into a new neighborhood when she met a kind, tall guy named Joe. A year and a half older and a sophomore, he was tall for his age, and he towered over her by a foot. They met at the bus stop as Joe lived down the street from her, and she had caught his eye immediately with her long, light, blonde hair, and bright red lipstick.Lily was a beautiful girl and carried herself with an air of sophistication and playfulness. Her clothing for high school was tasteful and yet quite sensual as it accentuated her supple breasts and rounded hips. Many guys pursued her during high school, and it was no secret that she was considered by many to be one of the more attractive girls in school. She was a good student, loved acting in the theatre, and had a witty, goofball sense of humor with no problem acting the fool to get a laugh.Lily was popular and appeared confident to many, but underneath she struggled with self-es
Barb Clenendon was scared, more frightened than she'd ever been in her life. She sat alone in her car in a small mountain community where she was unknown - or hoped to remain that way anyway. Her eyes watched for any sign of unusual activity that might indicate evidence of someone wishing to do her harm. It was cold, and one might reasonably expect snow at any time as Barb sat in her unheated auto.She was tired; the last few hours had been taxing, and she needed sleep. Of course, she could not allow herself the pleasure or someone that might hurt her take her by surprise. She was hungry; yet, she dare not seek food in a public place lest she is recognized.She thought of the hell in which she was living as she sat. Disliked by her family and friends for a murder she didn't commit, hunted by the police for the murder of her husband, which she didn't do and sought by others who might kill her, clients of her lawyer husband, unsavory men who functioned as an organization outside the law
"Miss Winter, may I escort you further?" his voice was commanding, but she had become used to hearing the softer tone he used when speaking her name."Lord Northing, I couldn't possibly trouble you," she blushed."It would be an honour. There's a storm blowing across the valley; I feel it my duty to make sure you arrive safely to your destination." He spoke as he dismounted and took her delicate gloved hand in his own, leading the ebony stallion with his other hand.They had an agreement to meet on this deserted path each Wednesday, they had never met anyone else during their walks and were sure that their intimacy would not be discovered.Charlotte Winter was beautiful, golden ringlets framed a sweet face with keen, treacle coloured eyes, and her figure was thought to be among the finest in the village. Though his handsome profile and raven hair came from his mother's side, Lord William Northing was tall, broad-shouldered like his long-departed father.They made a very attractive cou