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THE LOST SOUL JOURNALS
by Patrick Donovan
E-mail: <drwho@world.std.com>
(c) 1993 - Black Angora Press
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THE CABIN
by Patrick Donovan
drwho@world.std.com
for E.
Section B
When I reached the base of the peninsula, I couldn't find see
her for the darkness and the driving rain. When the lightning flashed,
though, I saw the tail of her robe extending from around the lake side
of the tree. I started toward her. As I approached, I could hear her
crying. It was all my fault...all my fault. I walked past the tree to
the end of the peninsula.
I listened to her cry and sob, watching her whenever the
lightning would allow me to, until she looked up and saw me there.
Lightning flashed again, silhouetting me against the lake and forest
beyond. Lee stood up shakily and took a few steps towards me. Lightning
continued to offer us eerie glimpses of each other. She hadn't managed
to close her robe around her tightly and it hung open now, showing me
everything from her rain-soaked breasts and mound to the mud caked on
her feet and shins. She saw my drenched hair and the mud on my feet,
then my robe slipped open as well and my limp penis and scrotum,
glistening with moisture from the storm, were visible to her.
She stumbled into my arms and began sobbing all over again. She
tried to apologize and I tried to console her, but she fell against me
and slid to the grass. I tried to hold onto her, but I could only join
her on the ground to hold and comfort her. Her nude body pressed
against me, with her breasts against my chest and her mound against my
leg. I stroked her hair and brushed her face, trying to get her to look
into my eyes. Finally, as I slid my hand behind her head and turned her
to face me, our eyes were able to make contact.
"Lee Ann, it's all right. I understand. I should never have
gone to you on the couch. Hell, I should never have come to see you at
all. I *knew* something would happen if I came out here. I knew all
along."
Her lower lips wavered as she tried to speak. "Y-you don't
understand, Patrick. You just haven't gotten it, have you?"
"I don't know what you mean, Lee."
Her eyes grew in frustration. "God dammit, Patrick Donovan!
Don't you understand? I *love* you! I love you so much!" she cried,
her last words quavering into a new series of sobs as she buried herself
against my chest once again.
I was shocked. I had been so concerned for myself through this
that I hadn't even thought that *she* could have fallen in love with me.
She had always been so firm to remind me of Tim that I never gave her
feelings a second thought. But now things were beginning to make sense.
I only had one question.
"Lee, why did you call out--."
"I'm so sorry. I couldn't stop thinking about Tim. I've been
falling for you for a long time and I was worried about what I would
tell Tim if I decided to end it with him. That's why I was coming up
here this weekend. That's why I didn't want you to stay. I needed to
think and make a decision. But when we started making love, I-I got
confused."
I hugged her close to me and kissed her on the cheek. "Lee, I'm
not upset about that, I understand now. There's no need to cry." I
brushed her tears away and kissed where they had been. She did the same
for my tears and then pressed her lips against mine. Lightning flashed
and thunder clattered.
Lee pushed me backwards into the thick, wet grass. Her whole
body glistened in flashes of light. In the darkness between them I felt
her climbing on top of my body. Her breasts brushed smoothly over my
chest and against my face. I groped for them with my hands and mouth,
catching them and suckling passionately. Then she pulled her chest away
as she fully mounted me.
I felt her mound as it settled against my genitals. Her warmth
began spreading out and my arousal began. My penis stirred and began to
stiffen. Lee felt it growing against her sex and started to gyrate
against it. My hands went to her hips and buttocks, clasping them
firmly. I lifted her hips a bit and that allowed my penis to slip into
the slit of her sex. Lightning flashed to reveal her sex descending
over mine. I felt her heat swallowing me and I moaned, which echoed
loudly throughout the hollow. My hands clutched the firm spheres of her
bottom as she pushed hard against me, driving my erection further inside
herself. Finally she sat up and removed her soaking bathrobe. Then
another flash revealed her to be arched back as I was penetrating her,
her breasts jutting out with taught nipples thrust high in the air. She
grunted as her tight vagina gave to allow me as far in as I could go at
the time. We started to move together. After a few moments of shifting
and adjusting during our thrusts, we began a steady rhythm. Our eyes
met when the rhythm started and we rarely broke the gaze from that
moment to the final climax.
The storm, however, hadn't abated. Rain poured down all around
us, the torrent reduced as it fell on us solely by the presence of the
peninsula tree. But even that was a strong shower, with droplets and
trails falling from Lee's hair onto my chest or my face. Rivulets
cascaded down her smooth back and around the ridges of her spine to its
base, then flowed down through the cleft of her buttocks, between her
globes, over her anus and perineum, then poured down over the base of
my penis and fell from my scrotum to the ground below our bodies.
Lee's pace grew steadily and our friction began to open her
tunnel even more. She felt the head of my penis touch her inside. Then
again. Then again. She cried out across the lake every time it
contacted her cervix. That was what she had been driving for and now it
was happening.
"Patrick! Patrick!" she cried out as her release built,
stacking upwards to a crescendo that would complete our symphony of
passion.
Her hips ground into me as her muscles began to take over with
their automatic response. Her breathing became staggered and she
started gasping. I felt her vagina gripping me like a vise, pulsing,
clenching, trying to force me to come.
But I didn't need the coaxing. Lee's slick and silky walls
surrounded my erection. I felt a building and pulsing in my own loins
and I started to lift Lee from the wet ground. Our gazes were still
locked and we pumped and drove to the final moments.
"Oh, Patrick!" she screamed. She broke her gaze for just a
moment to throw her head back as the ecstasy of orgasm swept over her
and forced her back and neck muscles to contract. She convulsed again,
feeling herself tighten around the unfamiliar shape buried within her
genitals. It butted her cervix once more and she screamed again,
regaining control of her muscles and boring her gaze into my mind. The
warmth began to fill her.
Tears were beginning to flow uncontrollably from my eyes (as
they did from hers, only I was unaware of it) as I reached the final
moment. An explosion of adrenaline drove my hips to incredible speeds
as the pulsing began. It started near my buttocks, then I felt in my
perineum, then it flowed through my testicles, and finally I felt it in
the base of my penis. I lifted Lee off the ground and held her there.
(The storm exploded into its full fury at that moment, lightning
flashing and thunder roaring and clapping steadily as we reached our
peaks...)
I know the tip of my penis was pressed firmly against her cervix
when the first spurts came. Lee felt my semen as it struck her full
force inside. Then the second spurt. Then we thrust and the third one
spilled out near the entrance of her vagina, but the fourth spurt was
once again against the gateway to her womb. The last two or three
spurts also burst out against her cervix, but by that time we were both
so lost in our ecstasy that we didn't care anymore. Our worlds were
joined for this short time and we didn't want to lose it.
We were both crying, tears and emotions pouring out as she
collapsed her firm breasts against my bare, wet chest. My hands
automatically clasped around her back and hers held my shoulders. We
lay like that, joined though drained, for nearly half-an-hour. It
didn't matter that we were soaked, that our bodies were totally drained
of everything but our newly-recognized love for each other, that a
terrible thunderstorm raged all around us. All that matter was that we
were joined and had shared our bodies together and that part of me,
forever and always, would remain inside of Lee Ann, no matter what
happened to us.
The storm began to subside during that thirty minutes of peace
and tranquility that we shared. As we regained our strength, we wrapped
ourselves in our robes (Lee had thrown hers half-way into the lake) and
trudged back along the lake side to the cabin. We each took a shower,
then hung up our clothes to dry in the kitchen. It was bout 3am when
Lee finally crawled into the large bed in the master bedroom of the
cabin. She curled up with me, her soft breasts pressed firmly against
my chest and her head laying against my out stretched arm. My arm lay
down her side and my hand was draped over her bare buttock. The world
faded and we fell asleep, but awoke the next morning in the exact same
position.
We didn't have to move to look out the window. We already knew
it was a bright, clear, sunny day outside. It was the first of two
clear and sunny days, weather-wise and otherwise. It was the first of
two days of soul-searching and incredible passion and loving. And it
was the first day of many, many days together with an angel named Lee
Ann...
END
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Patrick Donovan <drwho@world.std.com>
Amateur Romantic/Erotic Fiction
Black Angora Press
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THE CABIN
by Patrick Donovan
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