It's All in the Wrist by ShylyWild Story Codes: MF ROM CONS ANAL I love to hear from my readers! Email me at ShylyWild81@Yahoo.com -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I dashed into the tumult feeling like a jackass and just managed to snag the tip of my rod as it was going under for the last time. It didn't help one bit that you were doubled over laughing a few yards down the bank. I bristled, but then grinned to myself. The trout were no doubt laughing, too. Fishing conjures up visions of calm serenity; of early mornings on the lake when the air is so still there's barely a visible ripple. An afternoon at the beach laughing among friends while keeping a steady hand on the pole and an eye on the line. A sunset-filled evening by the pond as the day quiets and lends itself to the slower pace of a bobber nodding among the reeds. Fly fishing is more like batting bees with a belt. "The wrist, Sara! It's all in the wrist! Let the rod f-l-o-w in your hand, like this!" The fly on the end of your line danced enticingly across the top of a little pool and suddenly there was an explosion in the water and yet another trout was added to your haul. "Not bad for the first day," you said with satisfaction. "We did well." Meaning you did well. At least we weren't going to starve on our first day in the mountain wilds of Idaho. I was not sorry to leave the boulder-strewn stream behind as we picked our way up the slope to the cabin perched on a shoulder of the looming mountain. Suddenly you stopped and grabbed my arm. As the sun slipped behind the rim of the mountain opposite, a single beam of light had found our cottage and it was glowing in the gathering gloom like a fairy-home. "Oh!" I exclaimed, and we stood a minute admiring your handiwork framed in the blazing crimson and gold of the autumn foliage with the purple mountain as a backdrop. Again I wondered how you had managed to build it in this canyon so far from the nearest road. "A labor of love," was what you'd told me, and I believed it. It was only yesterday that we'd met for the first time, yet it seemed like we had known each other forever. What had started as a chance encounter over the internet had grown into something much more. We had shared secrets about ourselves that even our spouses did not know, and in many ways we'd become as intimate as lovers, although we had never met - until yesterday. I was nervous as I made my way through the concourse towards the gate, hoping desperately that you wouldn't be disappointed - that you would not regret your invitation. At first I thought you were joking when you suggested that I accompany you on a fishing trip to Idaho. Why, we had never even met face-to-face! How did I know that you would like me? How did I know that I would like you? I was a prig - a prude. I could never be so reckless! Yet here I was on the cusp of a great adventure - not on a girls' holiday in New York as I'd told my husband, but about to make my first foray into a world that had previously existed only as fantasy. For once in my life I'd thrown caution to the winds. There you were! I recognized you immediately from your pictures. You glanced appraisingly my way as I walked the long concourse, followed by startled recognition and a delighted smile as you rose to greet me. The awkwardness of a first meeting soon melted away, soothed by your warmth and eagerness. I feel different with you. More open. Free. How do you bring that out in me? The Grove Hotel in Boise was simply magnificent. For our first night together you had chosen the perfect mix of sophistication, luxury and warmth before trekking into the wilderness. Our room was more sumptuous than I thought possible. Pastel blues spoke of clear mountain skies and rich woods and lustrous marble were reminiscent of the trees and granite of the canyon where you maintained your retreat. How wonderful it was going to be to slip into bed with you, nap away the exhaustion of the long flight, and awake refreshed ready to begin our adventure together! A quick glance out the window overlooking downtown and you disappeared into the bath to clean up. I took a deep breath, hand on the door handle. I heard you splashing in the marble tub. One more glance in the mirror and I stepped suddenly and irrevocably into the white glare of the bathroom. Startled, you looked up. I had caught you soaping your strong arms and my stomach flip-flopped when I saw your taut body for the first time. I smiled shyly and strutted a little, arched my back and thrust my chest out. Could you tell that I was naked under the thick terry cloth robe? You hastily dropped the wash cloth in your lap and I smiled to myself, gaining confidence. Slowly I pulled the sash, loosening the slip knot, my eyes locked on yours, watching your reaction. Still you had not spoken. You seemed mesmerized by my hands, by the slow undoing of the cinch at my waist. I felt devilish - pleased that I had caught you by surprise. For once your cultured, controlled veneer fell away and I could see the schoolboy that lived inside you. You swallowed and parted your lips as if to say something, but the words did not come. The sash fell away and I teased a little, letting the robe slip past my shoulders, baring them to your greedy gaze. I turned my body first one way then the other, showing off playfully, holding your eyes with mine although I could tell you wanted nothing more than to let them drop to my cleavage or to my enticing hands fiddling with the knot at my waist. Finally I shrugged off the robe and stood revealed in all my naked glory. "Good God!" I heard you exclaim to yourself. Your eyes roamed everywhere at once and I felt absurdly proud of the reaction my little strip tease had provoked. I turned so that you could see me completely. My boobs aren't large, but they're very firm - athletic, as someone described them. I like my breasts and I so wanted you to like them too. Did you notice that my nipples were erect? My areolas are pale, almost the color of my skin. "Stunning," you muttered distractedly. Your eyes dropped compulsively and I knew what you were staring at. I blush as I remember how exposed I felt then, without even a wisp of pubic hair to conceal my nakedness. It took all my willpower not to lock my hands in front of me to modestly hide my secret place from your lust. Modesty was not why I was there. I wanted you to see me. All of me. I wanted to be open to you and shed this stifling prudishness. I forced myself to stand still, legs slightly parted, hands at my sides. Look your fill, John. Know my secrets - all of them! Finally you managed to croak, "My Sara! You are so beautiful! Come to me!" And I obediently stepped into the tub and lowered myself into the water facing you with my calves straddling your thighs. I smiled nervously. It took only a moment for you to regain your composure and once more you were in command. "You must be exhausted after that flight. Let me wash you." You lathered the wash rag and took my hand in yours. I felt like a little girl again. I was surprised at how deftly you washed my hand. Not clumsy or rough like a younger man, but sure, confident, gentle and sensuous. You delicately explored the palm and fingers of my right hand, then with firmer strokes washed the rest of my arm. I reveled in your touch, willing to be led. My left arm was next. I felt your hands tremble slightly and I could sense how aroused you were, yet you remained completely under control. A jolt passed through my belly and my heart lept. Very gently you washed my face, as if I was made of rare porcelain that might shatter under a coarser touch. It made me feel secure somehow to allow you to do that. I relaxed and trusted you. The rag wandered down to my neck and I tilted my chin upwards to allow you access, the soapy lather still glazing my face. You traced the hollow at the base of my throat and I remembered how your hands trembled a little. My breasts were engorged, my nipples taut. How I desired your touch! How I wanted your hands to cup them - to squeeze them - to make me cry out in pleasure! I took your hands then and guided them downwards until the rag engulfed my swollen bosom. It was so luxurious to be washed this way, the water steaming and the lather rich and thick! I wished that I could see your face, but my eyes remained tightly shut, reveling in the soft touch of the cloth as you washed me. I smiled a little to myself - certainly my breasts would be thoroughly clean at the end of your ministrations! First you raised one arm, then the other, swabbing my armpits, then the part of my tummy above the water. "Turn around," you breathed into my ear. I jumped! Your lips were much closer than I imagined. Obediently I turned and presented my back to you, sitting inside your legs, my body close to yours. A jet of warm water caressed my hair as you wet it with the nozzle. Mmmmm. It felt so good. The cascading stream rinsed the soap from my face and finally I could open my eyes a little. I saw your feet and calves on either side of me, and in my mind's eye I followed your legs back to their junction. Suddenly I realized how close I was to the center of your masculinity and blushed. You noticed the reddening flush and tenderly stroked my cheek. "Sshhh. I won't hurt you. Relax. Let me do this." I squeezed your arm in silent acknowledgement. My head was thoroughly soaked now, my thick hair clung to my neck and back, water streaming from the tips. Your strong hands soaped my back in circles and I slumped gratefully, almost purring. Too soon you rinsed my body, then opened the shampoo and I felt the cold, viscous liquid coating my head. Confidently, yet gently, your fingers worked it into my scalp and I melted under your touch. It took nearly the whole bottle, but finally my hair was buried in a mountain of luxurious, thick lather. You paused to dip your hands in the water, than I felt once again the warm jet of the nozzle as you began to rinse. I loved for you to handle my hair, to feel your fingertips massage my scalp. I felt like the old Sara was being washed away and someone new was emerging, but I was content to let it happen, to allow you to minister to my body. I stole a glimpse at the mirror and was taken by the expression on your face - a mix of affection and trembling excitement, your movements barely controlled. I suddenly wondered - were you aroused? Had I excited you? I sagged back into your arms impulsively and as if by instinct you enveloped me. I could feel you then. I could feel your phallus trapped between our bodies, like a hot, rigid rod of iron burning into my skin. I wriggled a little as if to settle into position, and felt it jump and pulse at the unexpected contact. My belly seemed leaden, my womanly parts swollen and heavy, dully aching. I cupped your hands around my breasts and breathlessly turned my face to kiss you, searching out your mouth. As your lips found mine your hands began to squeeze and massage, kneading my breasts like bread dough. A moan escaped my lips and your tongue touched mine. Oh, John! Did I please you? Tell me that I pleased you, that you desired me, that you wished to ravage me! I wanted you to be impulsive. To be impatient. I did not want to be caressed any longer! I wanted to be taken! I wanted you to impale me with your proud manhood, to plunder my body, to take possession of me! I pressed back into you and the full measure of your shaft pressed back. Your tongue wrestled briefly with mine, then abruptly you stood,pulling me up with you. As I rose, turning to face you, I was struck by the savage lust in your face. My eyes were drawn inexorably downwards to your magnificent jutting member and I was transfixed. Oh, John, you were so perfect! I longed to touch you, to pet and caress you, to take you into my mouth. But you were in a hurry. You snatched a huge, fluffy towel and engulfed me in it, rapidly daubing the clinging water from my body. I squeezed the water from my thick hair and wrapped it in another towel, as soft as a cloud. We stepped out of the tub and you embraced me, body to body, skin to skin. Your pestle prodded my belly, so large, so firm! I wanted you! I had so wanted you! Quickly you pummeled me, patted my belly and pubis, then turned me to dry my back. Again you pressed up against me and kissed my ear, your penis parting the globes of my bottom. I couldn't wait much longer! I needed you inside me, not teasing me. A quick pat-down of my bottom and my legs and then it was my turn to dry you. I was gentler than you, I reflected, but no less hasty. Normally, I would have wanted to explore, to tease, to thoroughly sop up every drop of moisture. But you had inflamed me and caused me to rush. I swathed you in the towel, drying your broad shoulders, your firm chest, then down your taut belly to the object of my desire. I wrapped the towel around your shaft and petted it a little, stroking you with the soft roughness of the material. The sharp intake of your breath and little jump you made betrayed how much you liked it! Next, I delicately daubed your wrinkled sack. Then I turned you, passing the towel quickly over your back and your oh-so-delightful bottom. How firm it was! I made you spread your knees a little so that I could dry your crack and around your bottom hole. You liked that, didn't you? As I took care of your legs your penis bobbed obscenely in front of me, inches from my lips. I swallowed, my heart beating. I couldn't resist. It was so strong, so handsome, so the center of you! As if under a power not my own, I felt my mouth open and engulf your spongy swollen tip. I distantly heard you moan and felt your hands on the back of my head as my senses swirled. Your glans surprised me with how large it felt in my mouth. I squeezed it a little with my tongue, learning the texture of you, the taste of you, clean and fragrant from the bath. I explored you with my tongue, tracing the furrow underneath the head, tasting the fluid oozing from your tip and playing with the little opening there. My hands were busy as well. One grasped your shaft, and the other cupped your swollen testicles, caressing them, squeezing them lightly. "Sara..." you moaned, and pressed my head more firmly into your body, willing me to take more of you into my mouth. And I complied. I pressed you against the roof of my mouth with the flat of my tongue, sucking on you, feeling you expand. Oh, God, I loved that! I began stroking you with my tongue, my hand keeping time on your shaft, slow and firm at first, so very firm, then faster and lighter, varying the rhythm of my caresses. I wanted so much to please you, to find what pleasured you the most. You stabbed at my mouth in your ecstasy and I had to hold you back,or risk being choked. "Just like that,Sara! Don't stop! Don't stop!" you moaned, and another jolt passed through my belly. Moisture seeped from my body and ran in rivulets down my thigh. Your excitement was peaking. Your manhood swelled and I knew you were close. Frantically my hand stroked you, my mouth and lips suctioned you, concentrating on your furrow. Your scrotum tightened, and I could barely feel the orbs within, so tightly they were drawn up to your body. Your fingers were like iron at the back of my head and you thrust convulsively at me. "Sara! Stop, Sara! I'm going to explode!! I... I.... Your protestations were lost in a primal cry as you gathered yourself... so near! Soooo near..... "Yes, John!" I exclaimed to myself. " Yes! Please give me your gift!" I wanted so much to know that I'd pleased you! "Oh, yes! You are so near... So close! Do you feel it rising? Do you feel it building up inside you? Think of your throbbing erection in my mouth! My warm, moist, sensuous mouth.. my lips stretched around your shaft, the flat of my tongue lapping you, stroking you, willing you to come - to come John! Yes, I want to taste your essence! To know that I've completed you!I Please! Please......!!" And with a final cry your body stiffened and gathered itself. My triumph was at hand! I took as much of you into my mouth as I could and molded my tongue and lips to you, holding you, caressing you as you soared upwards... upwards... UPWARDS.... UUUUUUHHHHHHHH!!!" Your first spurt exploded into my throat and I swallowed hastily. My hand was a blur on your shaft as my heart leaped in excitement! Another spurt! And another! I stole a look upwards - your head was back, your loins thrust forward, your mouth wide in a silent cry to the heavens! I was overcome with gratitude, that you had allowed me to pleasure you like this, that you had trusted me with your most private part, the soul of you. Finally you slumped, spent, and raised me to my feet to kiss me deeply. I was yours from that moment, John. I am yours. Chapter 2 I stretched luxuriously, my tummy flat on the cool, crisp Egyptian cotton sheets of the king-sized bed, thumbing through a picture book of Idaho that I had found on the desk. You had excused yourself to pick up a few last-minute items to sustain us during our week in the wilderness. It struck me again - I was in Idaho! I was actually going through with this! Was it wrong? Yes, I conceded. And later I would regret my actions. But now... Now, I didn't care. I was living outside the rules and it tasted like freedom. The late afternoon sun streamed through a slit in the heavy drapes and fondled my body as I lay with legs bent, feet in the air ensconced in new fur-lined rawhide boots that were as soft as moccasins. I waved them in the air a little and was surprised at the jolt that went through my loins as my womanly parts pressed into the firm mattress. Gosh, I was horny! I had hastily thrown on white lacy t-back undies and donned a thin white cotton pullover that stopped short a few inches under my breasts. After you left I had dried my hair and brushed and brushed it until bathed in the brilliance of the sun it glowed like spun gold. I smiled to myself as I imagined your reaction when you entered the door. Right on cue I heard the card-key in the lock and the door opened. I was laying cross ways on the bed, facing away from you, so that your first view would be of my bare bottom gleaming in the sun, my secret place barely concealed by the crotch of my white undies. I waggled my boots again enticingly and smiled at you over my shoulder with eyes softened by arousal. The nakedness of your eyes on me was like being penetrated. It made me tremble. Without a word and never taking your eyes from my body you stripped, right there by the door, until you were naked and your hardened penis bobbed before you like a burnished oaken baton. I thought you would pounce then, and steeled myself for your assault, but instead you hesitated, then disappeared into the bathroom, reemerging with a hand towel and a bucket of ice. You leaned onto the bed and I rose up on my elbows to meet you. Hungry lips found mine and I tasted your sweet mouth. Oh, your kisses! They inflamed me, and the dull sodden ache between my legs became almost painfully intense so that my hips began to thrust of their own accord, moving in tiny circles, grinding, rubbing, seeking relief but only causing my condition to worsen. I felt your teeth on my neck and I tilted my face to the ceiling to give you full access. Your lips were everywhere at once, tugging at the loose patch of skin at the hollow of my throat, kissing and nipping at the pulsing arteries there. Kissing down my chest between my breasts, lavishing attention on each square inch of my skin. Then up again to my lips while your hand grasped the nape of my neck and pulled me into you. I was drowning in desire! Oh, John, take me! Possess me wholly! I'm yours to do with as you wish! Please, John, test my desire, my need! Between kisses you undressed me. You peeled my flimsy top up and over my head and freed my breasts. You caressed them with the palms of your hands and I felt light-headed with the sensation. Your touch had a strange quality, at times soft and melting, and the next moment fierce as the mauling of a wild animal. When I closed my eyes I felt as if you had many hands, touching me everywhere, and many mouths, which passed swiftly over me. Wolf-like your teeth nipped at my fleshiest parts. You pushed me onto my back and straddled my legs, kissing and nibbling my stomach and thighs as you pushed my bottom and legs up and slid my undies down my thighs and off my feet. I reached for my boots to remove them but you stayed my hand. "Leave them on," you hissed in my ear. We were both naked now and you lay full length on me, crushing me under your welcome weight. I pressed you to me as if to weld our bodies into one, from mouth to foot. Shivers passed through me. You whispered in my ear, telling me to raise my legs as I had never done, until my knees touched my chin and I lay totally open to the thrusting of your swollen weapon in the slickness of my furrow. Oh, torture! Sweet torture! "John!", I whispered. "I want you in me! Please don't tease! I need you inside me!" Then you whispered for me to turn. You placed a pillow under my hips until my bottom was thrust into the air. What were you doing? Were you going to take me like this? I felt you position yourself between my legs. Two hands spread my backside and for a moment we rested like that, my bottom exposed to your devouring eyes, my rear opening clenching as spasms fired in my belly, rivulets of moisture overflowing my trickling vulva. I felt so exposed, so naked and vulnerable, and so completely in your power. Blushing, I was powerless to resist you. I submitted to your fierce desire. So the icy coldness in the valley of my bottom caught me completely by surprise! Ice! You were rubbing ice up and down my cleft! OH GOD I WAS GOING TO EXPLODE! Drips of frigid melt water ran down my most sensitive parts, and the contrast with the furnace of my arousal was almost unbearable! Drip, drip, drip. I squirmed, trying to relieve the pressure, the aching in my genitals, but nothing seemed to help. I heard strangled cries and realized that they came from my own throat. Deftly you traced my crevice, closer and closer to my most sensitive parts. I CAN'T STAND IT! JOHN! I CAN'T STAND MORE OF THIS! But you were in command of me. You weren't yet done with the ice. OOOHHHHH!! You touched the ring of my clenching anus and the jolt in my loins was almost unbearable. Round and round you circled my opening, the cold water dripping into my furrow, against all reason fanning my flames hotter and hotter. I grasped your thigh beseechingly. Oh, John! Relieve my misery! Have mercy on me! It was when the ice passed into my bottom hole that I felt the first nudge of your fiery phallus prodding the gateway of my vagina. Hot and cold. The contrast in my twin openings fanned a volcano of arousal that I struggled to abide! My frenzied fingers dug into your thighs, trying to inflict suffering as you were making me suffer, assuring myself that you were real, and not another dream. I felt your spongy head open me, enter me, and then, maddeningly pause. JOHN!!! I tried to thrust back, to engulf you before it was too late. But your hands were too strong. And then it was just too much. The icy sliver in my anus... your erection pulsing in my furrow.. your breathless whisperings in my ear... The tension snapped, and I CAME and CAME and CAME! OH, JOHN! My climax consumed me, devoured me as a fire takes a fir tree. You thrust roughly in to the hilt.. and thrust! and THRUST! You twisted the ice in my bottom in and out, in and out... and finally I knew what orgasm could really be. Each convulsion was stronger than the last. Each more unbearable until I felt as if my body was turning inside out! My world contracted to the ice and the swollen invader in my sheath and the earthquake in my womb! And just as I felt the worst was over, just when I felt a return to reality, you grasped my hips and gave a throaty groan and I felt the burning baton inside me spasm. You stiffened, frozen in ecstasy, and emptied your seed into my welcoming womb! And as I felt the gooshy warmness fill me lightning flashed to the uttermost extremities of my body. "AAAHHHH!" I screamed, heedless of who might hear. It was like a stroke and a heart attack and an explosion all mixed together in one agonizing, terrible, oh-so-wonderful cacophony of release! "Oh, John!" I murmured as you collapsed panting on my back, and slipped swiftly into somnolence. Chapter 3 How cozy your cabin was! A glowing fire cracked and hissed in the fireplace made of stone shaped by your own hand. Shadows danced playfully in the dim light from the kerosene lanterns as the figures on the wall hangings flickered as if alive. Dinner had been so delightful! The aroma of the trout grilling on the open fire had caused my stomach to knot and growl with hunger. I was famished! We'd taken little enough to eat on the long trek up the canyon, and we fell on the flaky golden fish with a will, accompanied by boiled new potatoes and butter. A feast for a king and his queen! The feather comforter shut out the gathering chill of the mountain night as we hopped naked into bed and pulled it up to our chins. How the fountains of my arousal flowed! Your finger lingered in my furrow, gamboling in the slippery sweetness dripping from my voracious vulva. You grasped your painfully distended manhood and inserted the springy tip between my blossoming lips, manipulating yourself so that your glans passed the length of my sodden cleft from vagina to swollen nubbin and back again, over and over, back and forth. Oh, God, it felt so GOOD! I knew I couldn't take this for long, and by the look of intense concentration on your face the exquisite stimulation was testing the limits of your self control as well. Every few strokes you grunted and gritted your teeth, pausing in mid stroke until the sensations were once more manageable. Then you moved me so that my legs straddled your hips and our bodies formed an "X" with our privy parts at the intersection. You lodged the tip of your pestle in the torrid moist mouth of my cleft and left it there unmoving except for an occasional twitch as your hands squeezed and stroked my flushed breasts. You seemed to love the sensation of your most sensitive part "kissing" me down there. You may have loved it, but it drove me mad! My pelvis clenched, my body convulsed, squeezing you, trying-oh, trying!-to draw you inside. Oh, John, I ache! I was so swollen and ripe that I was near tears. John, HELP ME! Abandoning all my feminine restraint I grasped your bottom and thrust my pelvis towards yours. You slipped in only a fraction and I clenched you fiercely and growled with frustration. Why did you tease me so? Fascinated, you watched my attempts to skewer myself. I looked to what had drawn your eyes and saw your glistening shaft coated with my sexual essence moving in and out of my body as I thrust and withdrew. Beads of my moisture dewed your pubic hair. Your testicles were drawn tight to your body in their wrinkled pouch and I was seized with a sudden desire to kiss them, to fondle them, to soothe them in their distress. But first I had to satisfy the throbbing tension in my own loins. I thrust harder.. and harder.. and STILL I could not capture you. I needed to be filled. I needed your turgid flesh inside me fully so that I could bear down on you and squeeze and relieve the torment in my womb! Finally I pushed you onto your back, my pelvis still astride yours, and nestled my head on your shoulder. I drew my left knee up as far as I could and just like that you slipped smoothly inside. OH! I breathlessly waited for you to begin to move but you just laid there, idly playing with my hair and kissing my face, your swollen penis lodged against my cervix. JOHN! MOVE! I need you to move! I squ-e-e-e-zed you encouragingly, but still you lay immobile. I was so frustrated that I felt like clawing you! I.. NEED.. YOU.. TO.. MOVE!!! And with each syllable that screamed through my brain my pelvis plunged hard into yours and swallowed the pulsing, burning-blessed!-intruder into my uttermost depths, striving to unite our inflamed bodies into a single flesh. A quiet gasp escaped your lips and suddenly your hands were on my bottom, pulling as I pushed and adding power to my impalement. Your index finger found my forbidden place and I felt the pad of your fingertip push gently right in the center of my opening. Oh, God, I need to come! PLEASE let me come! And I pushed even harder. My belly smacked yours with a slap! slap! slap! as I tried to find just the right place... just the right stimulation. I was so close! Soooo close... But just.. not... there... ARRGGHH! Each time I pushed, my engorged nubbin tantalizingly tapped your pubis sending lightning bursts of agonizing pleasure through my body. I thrust.. and thrust.. and THRUST as hard as ever I could, crying out in frustration with each exertion, seeking desperately for release. But it just wouldn't come... I couldn't come! John, why, why are you so cruel? Help me! Please, PLEASE help me! A tear trickled down my cheek and I stopped and buried my face in your chest. The tension in my body was too much to bear. My insatiable womanhood forlornly throbbed. I became aware that you cradled me in the crook of your arm, whispering to me, soothing me. "You are so beautiful, Sara! Your skin.. your hair... it's a delight to touch you, to hold you. You are too wound up! Relax, let me drain some of that negative tension from you. Just relax..." You stroked my hair and my face and rained little kisses on my nose and eyes and lips. Gradually, I relaxed and let you minister to me. You excused yourself for just a moment and disappeared into the bathroom. The bed felt so lonely without you. Empty, like the hollowness in my loins. I grew more anxious the longer you were gone. John, don't leave me here like this! I need you to hold me! The snapping and popping of the coals in the fireplace seemed to accent my aloneness. You returned with an armful of items and laid them carefully on the bed. I strained to see what they might be in the slight glow afforded by the dying fire. You produced candles, arranging three on each nightstand, then struck a match and carefully lighted them. A soothing scent of lavender wafted through the room and I inhaled deeply of it. Mmmm! In the flickering candlelight the figures on the wall hangings seemed alive, dancing in the pleasant warmth of the fireplace. And we were alone. So alone. Was it possible for me to open myself to you, to trust you, to give in and let go? You leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "I want you to concentrate completely on yourself, Sara. You are always so willing to please me, but now is your time. Will you grant me the pleasure of pleasing you?" A little embarrassed, I nodded my assent. Your presence seemed to grow, surrounding me in love and devotion. You took my hand in yours, placing us palm-to-palm, finger-to-finger, then weaving your fingers with mine and squeezing a little. "Let go of yourself," your hypnotic voice whispered in my ear. "Let go of all your ideas and images of making love. Let them all go." My mind relaxed just a fraction. "I want you to do nothing for a change, nothing at all, except to breathe deeply and focus on the sensations your body is experiencing. No expectations. It is OK not to climax. Do not make that your goal. Just BE. I did not know exactly what you meant, but it sounded so comforting that I allowed myself to be lulled into a state of security. "I will light a fire in you, Sara. Not a big raging fire burning out of control. That's what you've experienced tonight, and it is why you are so frustrated. But rather a warm, pleasant fire that I will stoke and nourish, and it in turn will stoke and nourish you. Will you let me plant that fire within you?" Oh, that sounded so wonderful. No expectations. No driing towards some goal. Just a warm, pleasant fire. Yes, I would very much like you to plant that within me. "As the fire burns, it will lead us to where you need to go. We will listen to the fire and it will tell us. Will you listen?" I nodded, eyes closed, captivated by your trance-like voice. I felt myself slipping ever more into your control. Is this what you meant by being a dominant? If it was, I decided that I liked it. Patiently you stripped me of my boots. "Remember, Sara. This is for me and for me alone. It is your gift to me." My gift to you? Before I had worked out your meaning you whispered, "Turn over on your stomach." I responded automatically. I had decided to trust you in this, even though my loins were still congested with disappointment. You laid your palm at the base of my spine. Your hand was rough. A man's hand. And even though your skin was rough your touch was warm and tender. I remembered what you had asked and tried to focus on the sensation of your palm resting on the tip of my spine, exerting just the least amount of pressure. You paused for a moment to let me absorb the sensation, then your palm traveled gently along my spine from bottom to top. Then when you were at the top you added your other hand and stroked my entire back from the top downward, then along the outside of my hips and legs all the way to my feet. Oh, I was beginning to like this! You stroked along my feet and back up along the inside of my legs and over my bottom, then once more your hand traveled up my spine. I tensed as your hands stroked the inside of my legs, but as you repeated your massage once and then twice without touching my femininity I relaxed a bit and began to trust you again. I felt a soft, warm cloth being drawn over my head and down my back, then over my bottom and my legs and finally off my feet. As you drew it over me it seemed to soak the tension from my body and I reveled in the touch of the downy material on my sensitive skin. Next you produced a feather and gently stroked and caressed my entire back with it in long lingering sweeps. Occasionally, just to vary the feeling, you used the quill of the feather to stick me lightly here and there. I found that when you did this it kept my mind from drifting away. I stayed focused on my body. You laid the feather aside. Mmmm. What could be next? Oil. Warm fragrant oil. You dribbled a little between my shoulder blades as if anointing my skin, and then gently spread it with slow strokes over my whole body, your hands undulating like waves. "That feels so good," I groaned. "It's all in the wrist," you breathed, and I smiled. "Shhh." You sat between my spread legs and massaged the halves of my back in circles, from my head to my bottom, beginning at my spine and moving outwards. Your marvelous hands found my neck next and unknotted the tension gathered there, then down my arms as if you were pulling it down my limbs and out my fingertips. You massaged each hand and each finger, beginning with my thumbs and on to my pinkies. Then repeated the same motions for my legs, from my hips to my feet with special attention to each toe. I struggled to maintain focus. I was beginning to relax and my mind wanted to drift. But I was determined to keep in touch with all the sensations flowing through my body. "Sara, now I'm going to massage your bottom, first your buttocks, then around your anus." "My ANUS?" "With your permission. Tension accumulates there. As I massage you, you will feel it released, drained away." I hesitated while you waited patiently. Then in surrender I closed my eyes and released my body to your care. Balmy oil drizzled on my bottom as you settled in. You palms circled my cheeks, from inside to outside, at first lightly then with pressure. It felt wonderful, but I wasn't so sure about what might come next. I didn't have long to wait. Another drizzle of oil in the cleft of my bum, then I felt your thumbs separate the globes of my bottom, exposing my most vulnerable place to your gaze. I was on edge... tense... unsure of where this was going. But you crooned soothing words in my ear. Your strong hands took charge of me. And slowly I trusted you and relaxed. So it was that when the balls of your thumbs found the sensitive tissue surrounding my opening I willed myself to loosen up and let it happen. You gently massaged the clenched muscles forming the ring of my sphincter, round and round, soothing, caressing, willing the release of the negative tension that had built up in my body. And I felt it draining away. The warm oil seemed to glow on my behind and somehow drew all of my frustration into it. I sighed in contentment. An oily finger gently pressed on my center and bit by bit entered my silken passage where it lodged unmoving. I was utterly within your power now. My body was yours. Time slipped by unmarked, your digit lodged in my back passage, your fingers gently stroking me until I felt myself dissolving into an oblivion of contentment. A greater moment of intimacy I had never known. The connection between us was more than physical, more than friendship, but spiritual, almost sacred in its pureness. I seemed to be floating on golden clouds, supported only by fleecy vapor, a foam cradling my naked body, encompassed by love and acceptance and complete security. "It is enough," your voice whispered in my ear. "I have planted the fire." "Mmmm" I responded distantly. It was true. The choking inferno had been replaced with glowing embers like the fire in the fireplace. Bright and constant and warm and embracing. The digit gently removed itself and I felt the roughness of a towel dabbing the oil from my behind. "Now, Sara, I need you to roll onto your back." I wondered hazily what might come next. And as was becoming usual, you surprised me. You knelt at the foot of the bed and placed your hands on the soles of my feet. Holding them, warming them in your hands, honoring them. Only one who is truly a master is able to bow with such humility, and so demonstrate his true strength and courage and character. The acceptance I felt seemed to open a door within, freeing sexual and erotic energies that I didn't even know I possessed. The fire flamed brighter. You rested there a while caressing and just holding my feet. Then spreading my legs you moved close to their juncture and began to touch and stroke the front of my body with the feather as you had with my back. It passed tantalizingly over my belly button, and my neck , and my nipples before gently stroking my face. You took oil in your hands and anointed my body with it, at first using wide strokes to spread it over my shoulders and tummy and chest, then focusing on individual spots, the indentation of my neck, my armpits, inside my elbows and wrists, then the palms of my hands and on to my nipples, navel, and pubic mound. When I was thoroughly coated and my skin electrified you used your fingertips to explore and entice every inch of me, increasing my sexual energy and making me feel alive to your touch. As my breath began to come in gasps and my pulse began to race, you leaned over my body and rested on your elbows, your face oh-so-close to mine. I felt your hardness resting on my pubic mound and knew your deep desire. You took my hair and played with it, tugging it gently, running your fingers through it, massaging my scalp. Then you poured some of the sweetly scented oil into your hand and gently spread it on my face, beginning in the center and moving outward to my ears. You used the tips of your thumbs and massaged my temples and nose and the area around my mouth, but each of your movements ended at my ears. Oh, God! This was so nice! All too soon you sat back and poured oil on my chest and tummy and began to massage my front, stroking down the center of my body from my throat to my pubis, returning back up along the outside edge of my body and across my armpits, shoulders, neck and head until your hands found my breasts. "OH!" I exclaimed as you rolled my engorged nipples between your index fingers and thumbs. A throbbing began within me, as if far-off drums were beating a rhythm deep inside. Involuntarily I opened my legs even wider for you and I felt a whisper of cool air on the wetness of my clitoris and my stomach muscles clenched. There was a slight tremble in your hands as you began to very gently massage my stomach, moving round and round in a clockwise motion, then surprised me again when you raised my knees and placed the soles of my cold feet on your warm stomach. You warmed them in your hands. I felt so vulnerable that way, yet so cherished and safe that I forgot to be embarrassed. And as if closing out one phase of fire-building before beginning the next, you placed your hand directly over my heart. I felt it pound against the slight pressure you put there. The intimacy was almost overwhelming. And the flat of your other hand you placed directly on my clitoris, holding it there a moment, then moving upwards across my pubis and stomach to replace the hand at my heart, which moved down to my clitoris and repeated the cycle, over and over. It was as if you were connecting my heart to my sexual parts. And then I saw. Sex wasn't just something I allowed to happen to me, it was me, as much a part of me as my mind, or my will, or my emotions. I wondered at this revelation. It seemed so freeing! My breath came in ragged gasps now. My body seemed to thrum with sensation. It was all I could do to continue to focus on the stirrings you were creating in me and try not to move, to force you to go faster! I was in your hands. I felt compelled to submit to your will. What did you call it? My present to you. And now your hands ceased their motions. Your left covered my heart, and the right cupped my womanhood. Slowly, slowly you began to massage me down there with your whole hand in a circular motion. I understood that the final kindling was at hand. When the smoldering embers blazed into glory! I opened wider, then wider still, and I felt my labia blossoming like a spring time flower, awakened at your touch. You shifted and your fingers gently opened me, exposing my most secret places, the heart of who I was as a woman. You reached under me and slid your fingers from my tailbone to my pubic mound, over and over, one hand after the other, until the wells of arousal opened and flowed freely. Then you covered my clitoris with the ball of your hand and vibrated it a little. OH! It was like an electric shock passed through my body. I felt waves of arousal building in my womb, not the sharp, demanding arousal that ended in such frustration, but something deeper and more powerful, yet more subtle and easier to abide. I felt so safe and warm, so protected! It was as if I was free at last to unleash all my sexual energy, to give free reign to my passion! You pressed my outer lips together using both your thumbs, pressing deep into my tissues, then moved downwards to my vagina. On the upstroke you gently pulled my labia apart and massaged them from the inside up using your thumb and index finger. When you were satisfied with their engorgement you repeated your ministrations to my inner lips, gently.. gently... And the fire was slowly building into a blaze. Now your middle finger passed deep in the channel between my inner lips, tracing the outline of my heavenly gate, teasing my urethra, then up through my sopping furrow to the swollen nubbin of my clitoris. You played with my clitoris, at first drawing little circles around it, then tickling it lightly, and finally tugging and pulling it. Oh, God! I was going to explode! And just as I felt myself gather for the climax, you would cease and massage my abdomen and breasts for a bit until I calmed, then you repeated it, each time bringing me higher and higher, closer and closer! And finally as you stroked my clit the middle finger of your other hand found the opening to my sheath and you inserted it gently, circling the inside walls from front to back, round and round, driving me mad with pleasure! The fire was raging! "Oh, John! Not your finger! I want.. I want.." "What is it that you want, Sara? Ask for it plainly!" "I want.. I want your penis inside me! Oh please, John! Please? I so need your penis to fill me! Please! Before it is too late!" Indeed, the energy within me was deepening and spreading, proceeding inexorably towards a mighty crisis. The pearl of my clitoris seemed nearly to burst, and my womb hungered for your engorged maleness. I was nearing the cusp. I needed you now or I would spend myself in vain! Oh, JOHN! And in answer to my pleas you shifted, and I felt the spongy hardness at my gate. You paused for a bit and I saw you struggling for control and the evidence of your extreme state almost pushed me prematurely over the edge! JOHN! JOHN! OH, PUT IT IN! I NEED YOU NOW! And with teeth clenching deliberateness, you obliged me, and I felt your phallus parting my passage at last! AT LAST! Stretching my clinging walls. Filling me. Completing me. "OOOHHHH!" I gasped! "I... I..." And just as your belly touched mine, just as the burning oaken rod plumbed the deepest part of being, the tension suddenly exploded and from the uttermost depths of my person began a sweet, shaking release! As you felt me stiffen you thrust hard once... twice... thrice... and paused rigidly frozen as the throbbing flesh within me swelled impossibly,, and then suddenly the spurting of your searing seed, filling me, overflowing me, wringing from your throat an animal cry of ultimate, unendurable pleasure ! "OOOOHHHHH!!! JOHN! I'M COMING! I'M COMING!" I choked. And I was. Oh God! I was. I WAAASSSSSSSSS!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ And later, much later, as I purred in your embrace, I asked how- oh how!- you could give me such pleasure! You laughed contentedly and lifted my face to yours so that you could kiss me. "It's all in the wrist, my beautiful Sara. All in the wrist!" CHAPTER 4 "I GOT ONE! I GOT ONE!" I was so excited that I almost tripped and fell headlong into the stream had begun to reel it in, it disappeared and the rod was almost jerked from my hand! "Set the hook! Just like I showed you!" you called from downstream a bit. I grasped the line and pulled down sharply, rod tip low to the water as you had had me practice. "Now sweep the tip over the surface of the water! Don't raise it! Feed out the line but keep it taut until it's tight to the reel!" My fish was a big one! Oh, I just HAD to land him! He took off downstream and line whizzed off my reel. OH! He jumped! You were close by now. "Put the drag on, Sara! You have a beauty! Don't lose it!" I was clinging to the rod for dear life but managed to set the drag. My fish struggled against the sudden resistance. I was so excited! Finally he began to tire and I was able to reel him up close to the bank where you waited with the net. You released him from the hook and held him up so I could see. "Four pounds if he's an ounce!" you proclaimed approvingly and I swelled with pride. "The biggest of the trip so far!" And he tasted delightful, too, lightly battered and fried in butter. The trout was so big it didn't fit your frying pan, so we cooked it on the cast iron griddle over the fire. I felt like I was finally worthy of you. I had caught my fish! We laughed and chatted as we relived the battle in front of the fireplace. I never wanted that moment to end, but dishes must be washed and water heated for our bath. You tended to the pots of steaming water while I scrubbed the plates and griddle. I was concentrating on getting the last of the grit from the griddle when your arms encircled me from behind and you nuzzled my ear. I was suddenly on fire. I dropped the dish rag and allowed you to engulf me in affectionate embrace. Affection that was rapidly heating into something else. Your hands quickly found my breasts and squeezed them while I moaned. You were shaking and clumsy when you undid my jeans and pulled them roughly down my legs. "I want you." was all you said. Our clothes disappeared as if by magic, puffed away in a cloud of lust and I found myself bent over the counter, your expanding erection hot against my backside and your palms cupping my swelling breasts. You nipped and kissed my ears, making me almost frantic with desire! The warmth of your thighs and belly enfolded me in intimate embrace. You drew back my hand and placed it trembling around the engorged instrument of pleasure nudging my naked bottom. I rolled the throbbing haft between faltering fingers and made as if to turn but you stayed my motion with a kiss and continued to pluck my stiffening nipple. If I was to be invested from behind it should at least be in partial gratification to my whims and not just your own, so obeying an impish impulse I placed the springy head at the dark portal of my most secret place. There was something exquisite in the forbidden touch of such a belligerent monster on my most tender tissue! Your startled gasp when you comprehended my intent excited my senses and prepared me for the illicit incursion as your engorged shaft prodded and probed for entrance at the unfamiliar opening. I grasped your eager pillar and placed its tip in the very center of the indentation of my anus and gripping it in a steel fist pushed relentlessly back against it, forcing the slippery head millimeter by excruciating millimeter into my rubbery rectum. "Slowly, now," I whispered, and relinquished my grip. My hand was replaced at once with your own as the fingers of your other hand found my clitoris and began to massage it maddeningly, sending delicious sparks of pleasure from nubbin to nipples. My heart was pounding, my breath coming in short gasps as I felt my bottom stretch and your rigid, pulsing penis pressing ever inwards. What would it be like to feel your scorching seed spurting deep within my bum? The thought made me dizzy with desire. "Oh, John!" I moaned. "Oh, John!" My vagina wept excitement and rivulets of moisture dribbled down my thighs as your crown finally popped through the ring of my sphincter. Ow! "Wait!" I cried, pushing against your thigh. "I have to get used to you!" You hissed through clenched teeth as you paused, fighting for control. A beat, then another, as time froze while my body adjusted to the marauding intruder. You were hunched over my back, one hand at my breast and the other at my furrow. Your body heaved and trembled with excitement in time with the pulsing of the oaken lance impaling my clenching bottom. I could feel it jump and flex within me as pulses of pleasure coursed your body, and I began to squeeze it rhythmically, fighting my body's impulse to expel the invader. Slowly my sphincter relaxed and the burning, tearing pain gave way to a pleasant erotic fullness. "Are you okay, Sara?" you asked in an excited whisper, nuzzling the fragrance of my hair. I answered with a clench of my heinie hole and an encouraging hunch of my buttocks. The foray into my most forbidden place resumed in earnest as you wormed forward, spreading my rectum, forcing yourself deep and deeper still. "So tight! Oh, Sara! So tight!" you groaned in an agony of pleasure. I felt well and truly skewered on the prong of your desire. The burning pain I had felt at first gave way to a dull, throbbing ache deep in my core. An ache that was not unpleasant, but rather added to my sense of fullness, my sense of completion. Almost like a sore gum when teething, how good it felt to bear down on you, to squeeze your swollen shaft and to feel the answering leap of your hyper excited manhood! At last you were at the uttermost end of your length. I felt your thighs press mine and your testicles in their wrinkled sack resting on my furrow. You paused once more to savor your conquest and I could feel your eyes gorging on the sight of my anus stretched tightly around your tumescence. What thoughts were racing through your fevered mind? What must it be like for you to have so completely and finally taken possession of my body? And with your conquering sword lodged firmly in my fundament, I had no choice but to surrender to your desires. All impishness and impulsiveness was gone, swept away by the knowledge that now you owned me completely. The plundering began. You withdrew slowly, leaving an aching hollowness in my bowel. When only the head remained inside me, you thrust full length, until once again your balls bounced on my labia. I reached between my legs to caress them, lightly scratching their funny wrinkled sack with my nails. Another plunge... and another! So tightly were you enveloped that I imagined that I could feel each pulsing vein in your shaft, each ridge and crevice of your head. "Not too fast!" I pleaded. "Be careful!" You growled in frustration, but slowed your assault. I squ-e-ez-e-d as you withdrew and focused on opening myself when you thrust. I wanted so much that sex this way would be everything you had dreamed it would be! Oh, John! This is my gift to you! I want you to know all of me - to know me completely. I wish to withhold nothing that might give you pleasure. Use my body, John! Each thrust was deeper as you strained to penetrate me to the utmost. I could feel your tip swelling my passage deep inside and giving the most delightful sense of fullness. I stroked and caressed you, urging you higher, to let go, to come. Yes, John! I want you to come inside me! I want to feel your sweet essence washing the depths of my being! Please John? Please? I knew you were close. Your muscles were rigid and your thrusting barely controlled. Inarticulate gasps and grunts interspersed with ejaculations of "So good!" and "Oh, God!" I rubbed your shaft where it disappeared into your body behind your scrotum, massaging it with my fingers, wanting your building climax to be complete, intending to drain you completely until you were mere jelly in my hands. "Do you like this, John?" I whispered. "Do you? Do you like having your big prick in my bottom? It feels so good, John. I love having it there! I love how you feel inside me! But I want you to come, John. I want you to fill me. I need you to complete me." As I whispered and cajoled you froze, crown wedged in my tight rectum, swelling, spurting, my bottom filling with warm wetness. "UUUHHHHH!" you groaned. And as you flooded me with semen you began to frantically plunge in and out, iron fingers grasping my hips and holding me immobile. Your penis erupted and your body shook,and it was just suddenly too much... too much... My fingers released your balls and feverishly stoked the fire blazing in my clitoris. In a moment my cries were added to yours, the convulsions of our bodies synchronized. On and on you thrust, a fresh gushet in my gut at the apex of each penetration. My body clenched and roared and time was no more. When once again I came to my senses I had collapsed on the kitchen counter, my legs splayed and our spent arousal running down my trembling thighs in rivulets. You slumped insensate on my back, face nestled in my hair. You remained lodged inside me and I gently squeezed while resting in the bower of our intimacy. "Yes, John," I thought dreamily. "You've possessed me completely now and I'm yours." Your penis twitched inside me as if in reply and acknowledgment.