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are you afraid of the dark?

tigerchile


you found me in the garden at the side of my house. i was lying in the
grass, wearing my favorite of your vests and your boxers.  i like to wear
them after you've taken them off; your cologne permeates your clothing ,
mixing with your sweat and i love the way you smell.  i enjoy smelling your
body and mine on clothes.  i had claimed that pair, and you were never
getting them back, i didn't care who gave them to you for christmas. 

i love the way grass feels. the grass in my garden is the kind that mats
together and forms a soft bed to lie in. i carefully researched the
decision, for lazy afternoons, warm sunshine and good books. there is quiet
bliss in solitude, words and sunshine. 

the sun beat down on my back; warm, not hot. i was deeply involved in my
copy of zora neale hurston's "their eyes were watching god" and it was fast
becoming my favorite book. i loved janie stark.  she was familiar.  she
seemed to be me, my mother, and so many other women i know;  waiting for
love to show up and completely willing to walk away from a disappointing
life to follow it when it calls from the road. 

i didn't hear your footsteps in the grass behind me. i wasn't expecting you;
we had made arrangements for dinner that night.  when your shadow fell over
me, i whirled around.  who was in my yard?! i was readying my foot for the
kick to the balls, and bracing myself for the mad run i was going to the
make to the back door; my fingers already turning the lock and dialing the
police. my survival instincts have been honed to a fine point. bad shit has
happened to me.  when i looked up and saw you standing there i breathed a
sigh of relief. then as the terror flowed out of me, acute irritation
replaced it. "you jerk! you scared the shit out of me!" i almost shouted.

"i'm sorry. i forgot you didn't like me coming up behind you." you said
evenly in your even baritone, a frown creasing your forehead.

"yet you persist in doing it. i'm going to stab you 'accidentally' if you
keep it up." i snapped. i flipped onto my stomach. i picked up my book
pretending to read, showing you my displeasure.  

"baby, jumping you by accident once or twice in our relationship hardly
qualifies as persistence." your voice soothing me. 

"well i shouldn't have to say it more than once." i persisted, my heart
still beating fast. 

"agreed. i apologize. again. really sweetin, i'm sorry." i could hear the
contrition in your voice and my irritation started to slip away.

"you know, because someone sneaked up behind you and hurt you; doesn't mean
you're going to be attacked by everyone who come up on you unexpectedly. you
know i'm never going to hurt you. i don't understand why you get so upset
every time." you questioned.

my shoulders relaxed, the tension being replaced by a sense of calm.  it was
the love of my life behind me. i was in the sunshine, and i was safe. i
wanted to explain.  you didn't deserve my anger. "every time someone
surprises me like that, i'm in the dark again with his hand across my neck.
he's above me, raping me. i don't like being jolted back to that moment like
that."  i said softly, i can never keep the sadness out of my voice, no
matter how long it's been. no matter how far i've put it behind me.

you have been a perfect lover.  you knew i was a rape survivor when we met;
i have always been open about my experiences.  when i told you,  you treated
me with great tenderness. something i had never expected;  most men, don't
know how to cope with a rape survivor.  you gave me what i needed when i
needed it, and backed off when i wanted to be alone. we had talked about all
of my feelings; emotional, physical and sexual. you spent a long time
building my trust in you. helping me to relearn my body, reconnecting my
mind to my body. i had resolved many of the issues my rape created before we
met, but i was still a little edgy about sex and relationships.  i had been
deeply hurt by lovers after the rape, who were insensitive and didn't know
how to handle my fears.

you taught me how to cum. the first orgasm i ever had was against your hand,
your fingers
rubbing my g-spot. something you patiently discovered and used to  break
down every wall  put up against you; persistently.   i love you now in ways
i never thought i could  and i have always felt from the first minute i saw
you that we were connected in some way we couldn't completely comprehend;
that we were lovers many times before these lives we are living now.

"when i return to that part of my life it's for strength or for some new
lesson i have to glean from the experience." i continued. "i plan it. i
approach the experience with dignity, and with a handle on the pain that it
caused. when people come up behind me i have no choice, no way of preventing
the memories from hurting me unnecessarily. i'm there, with him. it lasts a
moment. i realise who is behind me; i relax more, but the door is open and
the memories don't subside easily." i said, rolling over on my back again. 
you stood above me, not moving.  i wasn't angry now, but i wanted you to
understand.

"i wish i could take it away. i wish you'd never had to associate innocent
gestures with that kind of pain."  your brow wrinkled, your concern showing.


"i don't regret the experience, but i'd be a liar if i said it wasn't a part
of who i am now. i'm richer for it. i don't relish pain, but i understand
it's necessity for growth."  i sat up, shrugging.  i laid zora and janie on
the grass next to me; crossed my legs, indian style, my hands resting on my
thighs.
your stance over me was a little disconcerting.

"i wish there was something i could do." your response was tinged with
regret.

"there's nothing. this isn't a fear i can run into and conquer, in a moment.
it will take me a while to repair the damage." i half smiled.

"why not?" 

"why what?"

"why can't you conquer it in a moment?" you clarified.

"well, someone jumping me consistently would get very nerve racking. after
the first few times i'd be expecting it, and living on the edge waiting for
it to happening...." i stopped, frowning. you had started smiling. 

"what are you smiling at?" i asked you; silly man.  you had such a devilish
grin on your face.

"i have an idea.  what if when someone came up and surprised you; with a
twist?"

"what twist?" i looked up at you. your idea sounded quite suspect, rife with
stress.

"pleasure." you responded simply. 

"what?!" i shaded my eyes from the sun. at first unsure of what you was
suggesting; but i began contemplating the possibilities almost immediately.
the delicious possibilities.  always delicious possibilities with us. 

"pleasure. imagine it. would you like me to tell you." your voice dropped a
few octaves. 

"tell me? you're going to create a fantasy in the middle of this
discussion?" i asked, half laughing but a little interested.  i wanted to
hear this story; how were you going to conquer years of fear with a little
story?  i love your stories.  you have a vivid imagination. 

"do you trust me?" your head cocked to one side slowly, studying me.  "i can
see you're interested. your nipples just hardened."

i looked down, and damned if they weren't.  my nipples WERE peaking;
pressing against the soft cotton of your vest.  i looked up at you, smiled
and replied in a teasing tone, "i hate you.  how can you be so fucking suave
with your ass?"

you laughed, "so do you want to hear my story?"

"sure, shoot. it's not like you haven't help me battle demons before.  i
like the way you share your sword." i giggled a little, under my breath,  i
love to tease you.  and leaned back onto my elbows, bracing myself. i
unfolded my legs, stretching them out in front of me.  you smiled at me but
you didn't move; your movements always seem economical, precise.  
 
"it's dark.  all the lights are off in the house. there's moonlight; so you
don't even bother with the lights.  you set the alarm, take off your shoes
and drop them near the shoe rack at the door. 
you massage your neck.  you're tired.  baby you work too hard. you're going
to wear yourself out down there."  you veered off topic, and launched into a
gentle lecture about the detrimental result of my long working hours; the
sudden shift in conversation almost annoying. 

"yeah, yeah. you're going to drive me batty if you keep knocking me about
it. i don't work anymore than you do. stop being sexist." i rebuffed your
coddling, wanting you to get back to the good stuff; your story. 

i felt very vulnerable on the ground, in your underwear, with you standing
so still above me.  i was getting quite aroused, and felt compelled to
shifting my thighs.  you looked so wonderfully tall and strong; i wanted
you, my body warm from the sun, anxious for the unalloyed erotic thrill in
your voice and the stories you weaved.  you were playing a game with me now;
piquing my interest.  controlling the pace.  however, i could still play a
part in this seduction.  i leaned back; ostensibly to settle in to enjoy
your yarn spinning. i raised my knees and rested my arms against my stomach,
attempting nonchalance. i wondered if you could see the curve of my ass; i
felt a slight breeze on my mons hair, the leg of the loose boxers allowing
the delicious sensations.  i wondered if you could see that too. could you
see my nipples getting harder? were you taking in the minute details of my
arousal?  you hadn't made any comments on my body's reaction to you, the way
you mentioned my hardened nipples earlier.  but i thought you must be. 

"i don't think i have any right to work as much as i do, but i'm taking
steps to cut down on my hours. that's why i'm here. i am pleased to see
you're not there."  you continued smiling. 

"what time is it? you're very early." i looked at my wrist,  but i'd left my
watch in my bathroom. i was determined to play too.

"it's three-thirty." you replied. 

i was enjoying the light bantering. "really, you must stop fawning over me,
you're going to cause a scandal. everyone will say you've gone soft. your
best-friend keeps mentioning how quiet you've become. i smiled the last time
he mentioned it, because i know different." i said teasing you again.

"i fawn over you because you have my heart.  i enjoy what we have." your
gaze traveling the length of my body, leaving tingles of anticipation in
it's wake. you was looking at me with such love and desire that never fails
to amaze me; it's mine. "so do you want me to finish this story or what?"
your hands slid into your pocket; moving for what i think is the first time
since you shadow fell across janie's story. i thought i could see your cock
beginning to create definition in your pants.

"sure, let's have it." i slid my leg down and spread my arms out to the
side. i felt my breasts gently settle, my nipples hardening a little more.
this was going to be intense. i could feel it building. 

"you're tired. you massage your neck. you're thinking, 'maybe a hot bath
will relax my muscles'. so you move to climb the stairs to take off your
clothes and run the bath. as you turn from the door and start walking to the
stairs. arms take your shoulders, firmly pushing you to face away from the
unseen intruder.  the arms push you forward against the wall the stairs are
built into. the intruder is a man. large against your back, and pressing you
into the wall. 

"'shhhhh...don't move. it's okay. i won't hurt you.' you panic anyway, and
start to push backwards, trying to get away. 'it's okay, i won't hurt you'
the voice repeats.  the arms on your shoulder tighten, only to restrain you.
suddenly lips are at your neck. 'don't you know it's me, baby?'

"the voice is familiar and while you don't relax, you aren't terrified
anymore. your heart pounds, but you know it's me now.  my  hands move from
your shoulders, but my body keeps you pressed against the wall. my hands
lightly run down your bare arms, you shiver, out of pleasure i gather,
you're pressing back a little. i press my semi-hard cock into your ass.  i
love the way your ass cushions my hips.  i rub my lower body against you,
letting you feel me, feel how hard you're making me.  my cock swelling
slowly."

i could feel my arousal build.  i looked up at you, lying on my back, the
power of the earth supporting my back, the power of the universe enveloping
my body, you in stark contrast to the blue of the sky. your head blocked out
the sun. the sun rays looked like they're radiating around your head. there
must have been a deeper meaning to that, but by then my eyes slipped down
and your cock was now pushing tightly against the fabric of your pants, and
as always your arousal heightened mine. i moaned.

"do you like it?" you whispered.

"yes," there was nothing more to say in a moment like that. my mind couldn't
 wrap itself around long sentences.  i could feel the darkness, feel you
behind me.

"continue?" you smiled your question.

"yes, but come down here. i want to feel you against me." i reached my arms
out to you. your eyes darkened considerably. 

"i'll come down, but three inches will separate us." you replied, your voice
husky.

"why? come and cuddle with me, boo." i squirmed a little on the ground.  my
arms had fell back to the ground after your 'three inches' comment;  i
really wanted to feel you next to me, inside me.  my hands caressed the soft
grass. 

you elegantly folded your 6 ft. frame down next to me, with the three inches
between us. i could feel you, but only just barely, tendrils of something
passing between the small space separating us. "i want you to be there.
you'll be here with me if you touch me. i want you to be there with me. feel
me there. close your eyes."

my eyes closed. i could feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, warm inside
too, i suddenly felt degrees hotter.  you began again.

"the dark is only broken by the pools of moonlight streaming through the
glass at the top of the front door, and through the picture window in the
living room. there's enough light for you to look up and see the wall
stretching above you; the carpet of the stairs when you look down, but you
can't see me behind you. your body is pressed tightly against the wall, held
up only by my cock pressed into your ass. 

"'are you afraid of the dark?' bending at my knees, i whisper into your ear.
you can feel the heat of my breath against your ear, the side of your face.
you shiver violently.

"'yes.' you whisper. 

"'even though you know it's me?' i don't want you to be afraid.

"'a little.' just a little whisper. i know you're scared, but you're not
cussing me out, so i assume it isn't too bad.  i wonder if you're feeling
me, or feeling that man that hurt you.  i only want you to feel me so i lean
down to your ear. 'i'm here baby. you're not alone in the dark. it's me.'

"you breathe out into the wall, for a moment i felt you retreat into it. 
afraid.  pressing yourself closer, afraid to let go of what has been
familiar for so long.  'i'm here with you. you're here with me. i'm not
going to leave you alone. it's me and i love you. i want you and i will
never hurt you.' 

"you start to cry, not sobbing.  i don't think you've ever sobbed in front
of me, in pain. i've only ever heard you sob in passion. you just cry, and
breathe, very softly. we move at the same time, turning to each other.  my
arms slide around you and i lift you a little higher and you press your wet
face into my neck.  i can feel your heart hammering. i am full of love for
you.  i want to purge you of all the pain that the others have caused,  but
i know you can only do that for yourself. so i just hold you, until you're
ready to move from where you are now. ready to let you go where you want
from now.

"you raise your head and i echo you.  the moonlight, not shining directly on
us, gives me just enough  enough light so your eyes show me where you are."
your fingers lightly trail over my arm, and i sigh a little. 

"strong woman, you're okay. when you're ready to move mentally and
physically i'll decide what i'm doing.  i smile seeing the calm in your
face,  pleased my little surprise has worked.  your lips mirror mine and you
slide down to sit on the floor, pressing your back to the wall. i sit next
to you and after a few minutes of silence i hear you sigh softly.  turning
to look at you, i follow your gaze through the window to the large moon
lighting up the sky, suddenly brighter than before.  your fingers grasp my
hand, and trace the fingers, the vein i'm not fond of on the back of my
hand, my knuckles, my fingertips.  soft exploration, with electric results. 
the feeling of your fingers on my hand move up my arm, spreading across my
chest. i'm a little unsure about where this is going but my cock stirs
anyway. 

"you turn my hand over and explore the palm of my hand, and it's all i can
do not to curl my hand around your fingers.  the restraint is painfully
erotic but i'm not sure where you're going so i just stay still, letting you
move as you want.  you raise my hand to your mouth, and press your mouth
into the palm.  my breath catches, and i don't care what happens next, i
just want you to do whatever is in your head.  you open your mouth and your
tongue reaches out to taste my palm.  i groan, and you smile into my palm.

"you press one of my fingers into your mouth, exerting enough pressure to
excite the skin and veins of it in your moistness.  i feel your sucking in
my cock, as if your mouth was indeed around my cock, which surges into
hardness.  your tongue shifts against my finger, and i shift my hips to
accommodate the suddenly painful tightness around my cock.  

"your mouth releases my finger and your whisper floats into the room, 'touch
me.  heal me.  no more games.' 

"i search your face, and how could i respond with anything other than  yes.
please. 'it would be our pleasure.'  you smile, and my body is  beginning to
throb in anticipation.  sometimes you have to deviate from  your plan, to
find where you're going.  i willingly throw out our little scenario.

"you pull your legs under you and rise to your knees, next to my legs
stretched in front of me.  you place one hand onto my knee, the other
settles into your lap.  i lean forward slowly, and cover your hand with
mine, stroking the fingers that moments before stroked my hand, the dampness
remaining from your hot mouth now feels cool on the back of your hand. i
turn over your hand and trail my forefinger across your palm.  my other hand
reaches forward and takes your hand in mine. i reach up and grasp your
shoulder, running my fingers down your arm. feeling the fine bumps, feeling
you shiver under my touch.

"i gently tug your hand and you move forward to settle into my lap, your
shoulder pressing into my chest, your body across mine.  our fingers
separate and my arm comes up to support your back.  you lean into it,
relaxing.  'i know it's you.' you whisper. 'i love you.'

"my mouth descends to yours and i brush it softly with my lips. my tongue
comes out to lick at the seam of that fantastic mouth. that mouth with it's
two bewitching freckles. i kiss where i know they are, your mouth coming
alive under mine. my cock feels surrounded by your ass, it twitches almost
violently when your tongue darts out to pierce my lips.  blending the sharp
thrust into a sucking of my bottom lip, my mouth opens and our tongues meet.
 your kitten purr, soft in the back of your throat, preludes the wild,
imaginative kiss that follows.  

"i move the arm supporting your back so i can hold your shoulder, my other
arm rising to your hip tightening.  my grip pressing you down onto my cock,
pushing up with my hips at the same time.  you moan into my mouth, and it
amazes me how it effects my cock.  your little cries and moans, the purring
makes me hotter.  i unbutton your blouse, pulling it from your waistband as
your hands reach up to pull my mouth closer to yours.  our tongues flirt,
stroke, thrust, simulating the movements our hips are starting to make. 
every nerve in my body is alive, reaching to you, passing my energy into
you, receiving yours. 

"my fingers unclasp the front of your bra.  pleased to see it's one i bought
you. i can see the laciness in the moonlight.  i buy bras with fasts in
front for you, this is my only reason: i like to peel them away from your
breasts.  i like to see that creamy expanse exposed, cup by cup.  your
breasts are a constant fascination, my fingers brush the outer curve. 
you're shifting ceaselessly above me, against me."

my hips started to shift against the grass, i wanted to feel you inside me. 
i looked up at you, our eyes meeting. i could see the pleasure your face,
the excitement in telling your story. 

"i want to touch myself." i whispered.  i had never suggested this before in
our relationship. the words were out of my mouth before i knew where the the
thought came from.  your eyes darkened looking deeply at me,  your gaze
traversing my lips, my breasts, my legs. you told me later, it was like a
door opening in our relationship.  

"i want you to." you replied. 

i was shy at first,  just tracing my stomach as you watched.  i wasn't sure
suddenly if i wanted to. you blew a kiss at me and started talking again; 
my hands, bold now and encouraged by your words and my need, slid into the
boxers.   your eyes caught mine and i passed my hand across the curls,
cupping my sex in my hand.  my middle finger pushed past the folds, swollen
and throbbing, just inside the slippery wetness of my labia.  my eyes tore
away from yours to gaze at the fullness of your bottom lip; the bottom lip
that i love to suck, lick, bite between my teeth.  the bottom lip that began
moving,  your voice, barely above a whisper, steady and constant, moving
across the three inches that separated us.  your deep, sexy voice was
breaking against me, mixing with sunshine and a cool breeze.  thoughts
flittered in my mind. how was it that i loved you before now? i knew i had,
but until then it felt as though it had been a dream.  that moment was the
only lucid thing. 

"'i love you!  i can feel you inside me, around me.  i can feel you coming
into me, and feel me going into you.  i want you  inside me. deep inside me.
 now baby.' your urgent whispers burst inside me, and i want to push you
back to the floor and press myself into you, but i like to wait. i know you
come more and harder the longer i wait. and i want that as much as i want it
for you." you continued. 

i moaned softly.  my fingers touched my clit, my knees raised and my feet
fell flat against the grass. i circled my clit, flicking the very tip and
pressed hard suddenly.  the rhythm slow and undulating. keeping pace with
your voice.  the sensations curled through me. 

"'wait baby. i just want it to be better for you.  i want to draw it out so
you can never associate my penis inside you with anything other than what
you feel now.  so you want it as much as i want it.' you moan in protest.
'wait a little more baby. a little more. i'll make it better, i promise.'

"i keep whispering it, softly, slowly.  my fingers now finding your nipple;
your breast overflowing into my palm." 

my free hand caressed my stomach, i was shivering in the sunshine my senses
alive, my eyes closed and your voice encouraged my movements.  my hand slid
under the vest to lightly circle my nipple, our combined scent wafting to my
flaring nostrils.

"we are kissing, your tongue in my mouth, my tongue in your mouth, our
bodies moving against each other. i reach forward and i unbutton the button
of your slacks, pulling the zipper down.  you shift to
push the slacks down your legs and off your feet. your jiggles and pitches,
press your ass against my cock, and i thrust up to continue the feeling,
groaning in the process.

"'i love that sound. i feel it so deep inside me.' you whisper.

"'i love every sound you make.  they stroke my cock.' i reply.

"'fuck me now. fuck me now! please!' trailing off,  you plead, a breathy,
choppy sound in the dark.

"'just a little longer. a little longer.'  i want you to feel the most that
you can at this moment.  i want you to want this so much, that when i come
inside you, there are no doubts left in your mind.

"i caress the mismatched cotton panties over your pussy. the cotton a stark
contrast to the soft lace of your bra. i love that you don't care whether
they match or not, only that they're clean.  an adolescent tomboy lingers.
one of your hands covers the back of my hand and moves it harder into you, 
your legs opening wider so i can have the access to you that we both want. 

"our mouths return to our highly erotic kisses.  you move my hand, pulling
the band of the panties away from you and pushing my hand into the space
between.  you remove your hand from mine, leaving me to move at will.  you
know i always will, won't you baby? the lips of your labia are still
together, and for moment i think that you aren't ready, and not as hot as i
think you are.  i use my middle finger to open you up and i have to fight
back my need to be inside you, the battle between my cock and my head
raging. your pussy is slippery, flooded with your arousal; suddenly my hand
is covered with your need, the scent of your arousal leaps into the space
between us, heightening both our senses to an almost fever pitch.

"i pull away from your mouth, anxious to taste your nipple.  your body has
turned more towards me, and you are pressing more of your chest into mine. i
kiss your neck, moving my finger and adding a second, to increase the pace
of this slick, moist exploration.  i find the ridge inside you that i have
been looking for and i press firmly, massaging the area.  you shudder
convulsively, grasping my face and gasping against my mouth.  the need to be
inside you is being drawn out higher inside me, more and more intense;
folding into itself over and over, like folding steel.  your hands roam my
face, my chest.  your hips thrusting down against my cock beneath you, and
my hand inside you.  it is so hot between us, our sweat is soaking through
the clothes still haphazardly clinging to our bodies.  

"my tongue follows a small bead of sweat down your throat, to the valley
between your breasts.  i move across to one beautiful, thick nipple... at
the same time my fingers purposefully moves towards your clit.  you cry out
at the stimulation, your body breaking into shivers, shuddering.

"you cum against my hand, i can feel the fresh rush of slippery lubricant
for my cock.  now is the time to enter you. now. i have to be inside you, i
have to feel the tight walls of your pussy clamping around me; those
delightfully amazing muscles milking me, stealing my soul.

"i quickly remove every piece of clothing you have on, the blouse, bra and
now soaked cotton panties. i lift you into my arms, moving into the
moonlight pooling in the foyer. i want to see every expression when you cum
again. i set you on your feet and i push my trousers and boxers down while
you pull my jacket off, pulling my t-shirt over my head. we sink down to the
floor. we settle with you sitting on my thighs, our legs wrapped around each
other.

i was moving my finger against my clit faster, my hips pushing back onto the
earth and forward onto the pressure of my hand against my sex. my breath was
coming hot and i was panting as the need to cum moved into high gear. 

"i caress your back, the sweat making slick velvet of your skin.  you lean
back, your hands pushing my head closer to your nipple. your hips bang
ungracefully into mine, our sexes meeting as my mouth closes around the
turgid, throbbing tip. i lift you a little closer so i can thrust into you
with the most efficiency in this position. your legs around my hips, your
heels pressing together, an insistent pressure trying to pull yourself onto
my sex. just before i reach forward to kiss you, i whisper into your mouth: 

"'take me inside you. move as you want, whatever you do will feel amazing.
take what you need, take what you want.' 

"you move forward and just the tip of my cock touches the entrance to your
hot, hot pussy, the muscles grasping for more. i wait for you to take me
into you,  your hips working with your feet braced on the floor, you take me
just inside you.  a little bit at a time.  you stop halfway and make quick,
minute thrusts with just the head of my cock inside you.  you suddenly
plunge downward, pushing me into what feels like the very centre of your
body.  we stay still.  i push myself in higher, holding your hips and
pulling you closer, closer, pushing deeper.  the moonlight bathes you in
blue, mystic,  a nereid, shiva, a spirit being blushed in blue.   your hips
take me into you, moving on my cock, enticing me to join your movements.  we
move to each other, flowing, slowly binding us closer and closer.

"you press your cheek to mine, you lips moving to my ear. you begin to
whisper, 'i love you baby. can you feel it? i love your cock inside me. i
can feel the head of your cock, touching my spot. does it feel that good for
you?'"

"my body is on fire i'm so close to cumming; it's taking everything i have
to hold it back. i can feel you trying to pull it out of me but i am holding
back for you. i can only whisper, 'yes.'"

i was so close to cumming at that point, my skin on fire and i was
shivering, i looked at you resting on one elbow watching and talking.  your
eyes black and your voice hoarse.  my eyes closed again and the hand
kneading my breast, moved down to my pussy, i moved the boxers aside and i
pushed one, then two, finally adding a third finger inside my pussy, the
fingers of my other hand, moving on my clit.  i was very hot; i thrust them
in and out, my hips adding to the rhythm.

"you begin to thrust harder and faster. i can feel your body reaching for
it, the muscles in your pussy...  clutching at me so hard at times that i
have to fight my way in .... " oh god how could  you have known that is
exactly how i would feel; how i felt right then?.  i cried out, and you
paused ... your breath stopped, only the birds singing in the trees around
my house, the sun beating down on me, the sound of the earth throbbing into
me.  pushing me higher, closer.

"my entire cock is on fire and i can feel the little tingle revving up in my
balls, the base of my cock. i reach between us and touch you, your arms
tighten around my neck, your breath heated against my ear pushing me higher
and higher.  i slip between us, and touch your clit.  you cry out, hoarse
and heated before you go rigid, your muscles tightening around me;
convulsing, tremors kissing my cock.  that is all i need, i push into you
one last time,  fighting your muscles all the way in for my final thrust. i
swell almost painfully, my balls tightening, then the cum explodes out of
me.  my cum pulsing out, i feel your womb open to receive it.  i feel like i
am caught in a loop with you, your body wrapped around me; me filling you
with every drop of feeling i have for you and this thing that we found in
that restaurant that rainy friday evening."

i felt you moving closer to me, your fingers adding to mine.  i cried out
again, almost past reason. 

"did you like the story?" you asked, your voice hot next to my ear, sending
mad waves and tremors coursing through me.

"yes! yes!" i sobbed, my back arching.

"i want to cum inside you." you asked, your eyes searching mine.  

"yes. please. hurry." i reached to pull my hand from my clit, the scent of
myself on my fingers to reach for your shoulders.  you caught my fingers
before i could rub my juice into your jacket and took my fingers, wet with
my fluid,  to your mouth.

"how is it, that the smell of you can make my cock harden to the point of
pain? do you think it's biological? it feels animalistic." you groaned.  you
took my fingers into your hot mouth, my nipples tingled from the sensation. 
the feeling bounced around from spot to spot until my body was liquid;
molten.

i couldn't answer the question, my other hand came up to pull on your shirt,
instead i demanded, "come inside me."

you opened your pants, moved over me, and pulled your zipper down with some
sort of dignity, but i wanted you now. "hurry baby, i need you now. i can't
wait anymore. now! now!" you pushed your pants and boxers down; your
beautiful cock sprang out deliciously large.  the sunshine illuminated
everything, my need, your beauty, my love.  you were mine, my lover and i
needed you so much.  with eagerness, i reached up and wrapped my fingers
around the rigid, generous length of your sex.  pulling you down to me,
fitting you against my wet, anxious pussy.  "break it down, break down the
wall."  i whispered.

you pushed into me slowly an inch at a time. every time you enter me, it's
with agonizing slowness. before you got halfway in, i came around your cock.
 my eyes were open while i fell into the impossible blue of sky, the earth
pushing me into stars.

you stopped, penetrating me with only half of your cock.  "i love that.  i
love that.  the way your muscles clench around me when you cum," you groaned
above me.  i was floating back into myself when you pulled out until the
head of your cock teased the opening of my vagina; then you plunged into me.
 i screamed, my back arching up; pressing my chest into yours.  the pressure
of your chest on mine wonderful.  my mind and body hurtled back to a state
of anxious need. 

then once more, you stopped moving.  you rested against my womb, i could
feel the pulsing in the head of your cock. "have my baby. marry me." the
words floated through the haze of desire i was feeling.
we were always careful, agreeing at the beginning of our relationship that
babies was something for the future, that we'd wait until we were ready for
a child; ready to move to that level and condoms were a very real part of
our sex life. 

"will you move here, and sell your house in town?' i smiled up at you.  i
thought you were kidding. however, when i looked into your eyes, they were
dead serious.

"anything, anything.  marry me.  make a baby with me now."  you said with
absolute seriousness in your voice.  we were always careful, agreeing at the
beginning of our relationship that babies was something for the future, that
we'd wait until we were ready for a child; ready to move to that level.

"are you serious?" i asked, completely aware now.  your cock was filling me,
stretching me completely. i could feel the realness of your body, your
question.  i searched your eyes and i could see the simplicity of what was
between us.  i wasn't a fool.  i was happy before you came into my life,
only drawing on my past experiences for knowledge and strength to deal with
my life now.  with you, there was an added texture to my life, that i
couldn't deny.  i had been perfectly happy to continue as we have, without
more; but now you were asking me to explore new territory with you.  i
realised i wasn't afraid.  wherever we were going, we were going together,
as we must have before in some time before this. 

"yes." i whispered, our gazes locked.

your hips rose and slowly and you thrust slowly back in.  "yes, yes, yes"
you said softly against my mouth, smiling.  i met your next thrust halfway. 
within moments i was crying out from the intensity of feeling in me; both
love and lust fused together and i came.  i felt your penis expand and pulse
your release into me; the sky welcoming me again.

it was elemental afterward.  i was at complete peace; your body pressing me
into the ground, my hands stroking the broad expanse of your back.  you
rolled to the left, your hand firm on my hip, keeping your cock inside me. 
our legs moved into a position to allow us to lie comfortably on our sides.
i took several deep breaths, my heart slowing down, my pussy pulsing with
the aftershocks, beating in time to your tremors.  we lay in silence for
nearly a half and hour.  the sun slipped a little more in the sky, the air
getting a little cooler.

"i love you." you whispered finally, kissing me

"i love you." the simple truth blazing in my heart.

"do you think the baby is being formed now?" you lifted your head to look at
me and smiled. 

"you must have some powerful mojo working for you if it is." i laughed. "we
have a long time for him or her to show up, so we might as well enjoy every
possible way that we can facilitate it's arrival."
your chuckle warmed my ear. 

"did you like the story?" you raised yourself onto one elbow and looked down
at me.

"you asked me that already.  yes i loved it." i touched your cheek.

"will you consent to a surprise one night? consent now, because i won't tell
you when."  you said your voice vibrating my breasts.

"alright...  i consent." i smiled. "are you staying the rest of the
afternoon?"

you leaned down, your cock swelling inside me,  stretching my already
sensitive tissue, "yes."  you smiled against my lips and thrust into me a
little.


tigerchile, march 1998.







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