0 comments/ 19456 views/ 0 favorites Sage By: Angelchild Anyway she seemed well on it. Money in the bank; a new mortgage and enough over for a first class flight back to Aussie to see the boyfriend. Tongues wagged and word had got around but she didn't seem to care. So it was urgent that Emma got to her to speak to her, got across the room through the party to ask for the number, got the number without drawing too much attention to herself. Which she succeeded in doing. Wrote the number on the back of her hand in eyebrow pencil and promised herself not to get so drunk that she would wash it off in forgetfulness. A number for emergency purposes only... The afternoon sun spilled round the edges of the curtains. Floral landscaped lights danced and meandered across Emma's body, naked and stretched across their bed. Donovan surveyed her. The pale bobbed hair. The oh so English flush...barest peach cheeks and marble white skin. Eyes brushed powder blue and dainty lips. Her impeccable vowels would outlive the lipstick barely clinging since he had kissed her. She seemed tired, Donovan thought. Unusually contented. Saturday afternoons were not normally like this with her. Emma was calm and didn't seem to need him. He would have found himself by now holding her wrists and restraining her but instead Donovan was simply pleased at her relaxation and took his time to look more closely. Abandoned arms. The roundness of her shoulders where the palest of purple veins pulsed just below the surface. Her skin seemed painted over gesso with an underlying blue. The curve of her throat. The flatness to her belly where sunlight still played. Her round breasts that Donovan daily watched for, always naked underneath her clothing. Pastel pink nipples, so pubescent... and then he saw them...four dark puncture marks around the nipple of her left breast... Donovan had gone out. Gone running. Emma wasn't sure how long he would be gone. The possibility of an early return heightened her senses. It was part of it: that she might be discovered. She had copied the number from the back of her hand. She had written it backwards to add to the subterfuge but written it in her addresses book nevertheless. She rang. 'Lady Margaret, how may I help you?' came the answer. Emma felt her blood rush a little faster. There was a pause...time passed inexorably. 'Good morning can I help you...?' Yes I'm sorry of course you can. Of course. I mean I really hope so... School, Medical or Victorian asked Lady Margaret. I err I don't really know right now...I guess I...Emma tried to answer. You do know, you know exactly said Lady Margaret quite precisely and sharply. Medical...I mean no Victorian yes Victorian... Emma gave her credit card number. Lady Margaret exchanged a time and day. Emma wrote the details on the back of her hand. And so it was that Emma and Lady Margaret booked that appointment. Emma heard their front door click open. The crowded sounds of Camden streamed in and it was Donovan coming home. She put the receiver down quickly. Her body was hot and her back slightly arched. Her breasts ached and her nipples had become erect. She was already wet between her legs. But it wasn't for Donovan... The day of the appointment Emma booked the entire day out of the office. She took the Tube from Camden to Harley Street and then walked. Almost furtively, felt that she might be followed. She was wearing a raincoat and neatly heeled shoes. Underneath her raincoat she wore a long silk slip. It had all been arranged. Four brass plates and wide White Georgian door belied the interior. She pushed the bell and spoke into the call box. 'Emma for Lady Margaret...' 'Please come in. Fourth floor.' There was an audible rasp and the door fell open. Emma saw dark red plush battened down with brass and a curving staircase. Real wooden polished handrails to the stairs and up she walked. Her body grew heavier, each step more considered. Emma's life went into reverse. By the time she had reached the fourth floor she was a child again. There were three closed doors and minimalist reception: Zen grey and black: its low table scattered with various publications. Emma spied a girl sitting cross-legged in perfect serenity. Emma allowed herself to consider the beauty of her long black hair and still calm alabaster face. Emma merely said Emma...these were all the words she could find. 'Come this way please...follow me.' said the raven beauty. Emma was led into the last room. Light levels suddenly fell. The walls covered almost gilt frame to gilt frame. Tapestried chairs. Ferns, aspidistras and potted purple sage. Floral chintz curtains . Deep pile Wooten covered in rugs. A chaise long. Overcrowded and Victorian. Emma grew even hotter, slipped off her topcoat and sat upon the couch. Waited and waited more. Felt her eyes grow heavy and her body limp. Lay down so tired of even making that decision. She knew the door had opened and closed because there was a slight wisp of moving air. Emma turned sideways. She saw brown-heeled boots fastened with cleats. A long skirt hooked up at one side showing a full-bodied petticoat held in tightly with a belt. A white lace bone bodice and red hair held up in a simple pin. Full red lips. Lady Margaret spoke. 'Emma there is a simple way my dear for you to stop. Your safe word is sage. This is therefore entirely at your discretion. Do you understand?'' Emma did entirely. Lady Margaret brushed her cheeks against Emma's face, their lips barely touching. There was a footstool. Upon there had been placed a folded white towel. Lady Margaret unwrapped it to reveal three long sterilised steel bodkins, the only objects shining in the entire room. Lady Margaret's hands caressed Emma's body. Felt the contours of that body through her slip. Stroked her legs and lent across her many times to straighten Emma's head upon a cushion. Her hands were deft and knowledgeable. Emma closed her eyes and let all resistance leave her. She began to be aroused. Her legs parting slightly. Her labia swelling as juices gathered dripping slowly from her vagina. She allowed Lady Margaret to slip a hand into the top of her slip and expose one breast. Lips were around her nipple now. A dextrous tongue curling around the edges of the most sensitive area. Lady Margaret's teeth around the nipple had it suddenly erect and offered into her mouth. Her teeth bit harder and still Emma knew her threshold had not been reached. One sharp delicious point pressed into Emma's skin just at the edge of her nipple. All her boundaries, all her resistance coalesced at this point on her flesh. Emma so wanted to feel. To feel only to feel. The expectation and her excitement were perfectly matched. One sharp point penetrating her skin. A sudden rush and a deep orgasm within the secrets of her cervix. And Emma wanted more. She'd closed her eyes but opened them for a while. Saw Lady Margaret looking deep within her soul. A slight questioning then total recognition and there was submission in her control. Lady Margaret took a second bodkin and drove it forcibly into Emma's pale skin. Pleasure in giving in. Ecstasy in being known. Lady Margaret drew Emma closer and rocked her like a baby. Where one woman's body began and the other finished it was impossible to tell. Emma's entire body shuddering...the wettest of orgasms poring out from her until all pain was eclipsed. It was over. Emma smelled sage and opened her eyes. The purple leaves held in the sunlight like the colour of bruises... Her skin seemed painted over gesso with an underlying blue. The curve of her throat. The flatness to her belly where sunlight still played. Her round breasts that Donovan daily watched for, always naked underneath her clothing. Pastel pink nipples, so pubescent... and then he saw them...four dark puncture marks around the nipple of her left breast... Sage This story came about from my fascination and, I guess you could even say fetish, for dominant daddies with large muscles and . . . weapons of mass destruction, so to speak. But there are still some soft and cute elements to it due to me being a hopeless romantic at heart. I wrote it purely for fun and with the intention of writing mindless smut, but constructive criticism is appreciated if you wish to give it. Just note that I'm throwing realism out the window here. I know how some people like to critique it when guys with giant dicks are written into the story. ~*~ I was almost two years old when my father took custody of me. My mother--who I now refer to as "the woman who gave birth to me"--decided keeping me was a bad idea, and couldn't deal with the responsibility of raising a child. At least, that's what my father told me her reason for giving me up was. Since then all I had were mother figures, but they were all women who's faces are blurred together by now. These women consisted of mostly big-breasted, 20- or 30-something females who my father had dated at some point. I barely remember any of their names now, and I doubt even my father does either, there were so many of them. Over the years they started to decrease in numbers, though, until my father stopped dating all together around the time I hit puberty, and instead settled for one-night stands. To the rest of the world, my father is known as Sage, the wrestler who was always ahead of the game during his prime, having won many championships. He's long since retired from wrestling, though, after the embarrassment of losing probably the most hyped-up championship of his career. Although a long time has passed since that day, I can still see his loss haunting him just from the tired, defeated look in his eyes. They're only glimmers, but for me they've always been easy to catch. To me he's simply known as Daddy; the man who chose to raise me when my own mother couldn't, the man who has probably been the only constant presence in my life. He also happens to be the man I'm in love with. Uh-oh, the plot thickens. Didn't see that one comin', did ya? Oh, you did? Well . . . yeah. What started as your average father-daughter love started to become intense physical and emotional attraction as I got older. This is something I've never felt towards any other male before, not even my first boyfriend. In a way I sort of dated Ian due to being in denial. I was trying to brush all of it off, because what I was feeling wasn't normal. Wasn't right. It almost worked, too, until Ian decided to break up with me due to the fact that I was "boring". Yeah, he actually said that. But I wasn't too heartbroken from that breakup since, to be quite honest, the feeling was mutual. My relationship with him did nothing to extinguish all those feelings I had for my father. In fact, they just became stronger and stronger, as if they were telling me that any method I tried to stop them would be to no avail. They weren't going anywhere. So along the way I eventually gave up and became convinced that I was losing my mind. My father for the most part seemed oblivious to all of it. He still had occasional one night stands with random women late at night when he thought I was too deep asleep to hear any of it. Well of course, he thought wrong. I heard their moans, their screams of pleasure, and I touched myself imagining that it was my voice instead of theirs. That it was me there in his bed with him. Most of the time there were tears streaming down my cheeks as I pleasured myself, because I knew that all I could ever do was imagine. That my stupid dreams would never become reality. But now . . . things have changed. He no longer brings home women, and sometimes he stares at me longer than usual. Either this is all wishful thinking on my part, or . . . No. I can't get my hopes up. I shouldn't. And yet, these thoughts never go away. His new behavior started right when I developed curves. I'd always been a gangly little blond girl, but around the time I was sixteen I started to fill out more. My B-cup breasts became D's, and my once flat-as-a-board butt also became fuller. At one point I even decided to dye my pale blond locks pastel pink, and they now fall down to my lower back in thick, slightly messy waves. The only thing that has yet to change about my appearance is I'm still as petite as I've always been at only five-foot-one. Since my drastic makeover, I've had this inkling that my father might be . . . attracted to me too, from the subtle glances I've caught him giving me when he thought I wasn't looking, and the fact that I've barely seen him with any women anymore, which is very unlike him. Even though he's forty-six now, he's still a gorgeous man. Six-foot-five, almost three hundred pounds of muscle, a number of tattoos on his arms and chest. His face is almost perfectly sculpted, with a strong jaw covered with stubble and high cheekbones. The hints of imperfection on it are result of his wrestling career, like his slightly crooked nose. His eyes are a deep, mesmerizing shade of blue, unlike my grayish ones, and his dark brown hair is styled in a way that makes him appear a bit younger than he is; short, spiky and adorably messy. His looks had always made countless girls swoon, and he was well aware of that. Until now he was quite the playboy, and had a public reputation as a heartbreaker. But to me, he's never been anything but sweet. He always brings such a comforting warmth whenever he's near me, and I have not even an iota of doubt that he truly cares for me. Yet I know deep down that he'd never see me as more than a daughter, and all these fantasies I have of how he might reciprocate my feelings for him are just that--fantasies. Wishful thinking. Reality will always come pounding it to the ground. I sigh as I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, having been lost in thought for what feels like hours now and I'm still wide awake. I decide to step out of bed and head to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I'm wearing my usual nightwear that consists of a long t-shirt that reaches my mid-thigh and only panties underneath. As I'm nearing the kitchen I hear distant grunts and clanking coming from the direction of my father's little mini-gym area. I turn my attention towards the clock on the wall. 2:46 a.m. He's working out at this hour? That's strange. Unable to resist, I decide to ditch the kitchen and follow the sounds. When I approach the mini-gym, his back is to me, and I nearly fall over. He's shirtless and barefoot, with a pair of track pants on. His body is glistening in the light and I can see the hard muscles of his back and arms flexing with each of his movements. I've seen him shirtless many times but it never ceases to steal my breath and weaken my knees. He must have sensed my presence, because he turns his head slightly and lowers his dumbbells. "Ammy?" he says as he turns towards me, his powerful chest heaving. "What are you doing still up, honey?" "Couldn't sleep," I replied with a chuckle, trying to focus on his eyes when my eyes are fighting to travel down his chiseled body. "What are YOU doing working out at nearly 3 a.m.?" "Couldn't sleep," he echoes with a grin as he stretches and walks towards me. "Figured a good work out would get me tired, but it only just pumped me up even more." Once again I feel as if his eyes slid down my body just the slightest bit. Dammit, I gotta stop this. "Isn't that what usually happens with you after a workout?" I ask. "Yeah, but I was hoping this time it would be an exception. Haven't had a good night's sleep in a while." That flicker of sadness shows in his eyes again, and my heart cracks a little. "Y'know, if there's anything you wanna talk about, I'm here, Daddy," I say to him, genuinely concerned. But I already know how he's going to answer. "I'm fine," he insists, his smile seeming a bit more forced now. "Don't worry about your old man, he can take care of himself." He bangs on his chest and I giggle. "You really should get to bed though, babygirl, it's really late." "Well I would if I could," I say with a shrug. "But I'm completely wide awake." "Don't make me drag you to your room and lock you in, young lady," he says in a mock commanding tone. "Can't do that if you can't catch me." With a giggle I run off, purposefully not using full speed since I want him to catch me, even though I'm quite sure that if I did run at full speed he would still catch me anyway. "Oh no ya don't!" his voice booms out from behind me, and next thing I know my feet are completely swept off the ground, and I squeal and instinctively wrap my arms around his neck as he keeps running while cradling me in his strong arms. "Ahh daddy slow down!" I'm giggling hard and burying my face into his neck. Even after a long workout he still smells so good. He always does. He starts spinning around a bit. "Mayday, mayday! We're goin' down!" He plops down onto the living room couch, still holding me to his chest, and I'm still giggling, happier than I've been in a long time. Soon I pull my face away from his neck and look up at him. We're both grinning and looking into each other's eyes. Slowly I become fully aware that my father is shirtless and holding me--holy crap. I'm slightly paralyzed because of this. The back of his hand caresses my cheek. "Can't believe you're nineteen already, babygirl," he says in his low voice. I feel a rumbling in his chest as he speaks. "You're becoming a woman right before my eyes." "I'm still your little girl, though, Daddy.." I whisper, hoping he doesn't notice how my cheeks are burning and my heart is frantically trying to burst out of my chest. "I always will be." His smile would make any woman turn into a puddle. "My beautiful little girl..." I suddenly realize how close our lips are. Merely inches apart. If I leaned in just the tiniest bit... I'm not sure who leaned in first or if both of us leaned in at the same time, but when our lips touch, all breath escapes me. I don't even care that this is wrong anymore because this is what I want. What I need. It's fascinating how such big, rough hands can touch and caress so softly. I feel his hands moving from my waist down to my thighs and then back up again as our kiss intensifies. My own hands--small and dainty compared to his--are also busy, exploring the hard planes of his torso, feeling every muscle of his arms flex, the hardness of his washboard abs and thick pectorals, the broadness of his shoulders. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, unable to help but moan at how good it feels to have his massive body against my small one. My heartbeat quickens at the thought of being skin-to-skin with him. Right when our kiss is about to reach the peak of its intensity, all too soon he breaks from it, leaving us gasping for air in each other's arms. "No, sweetie, this... this is wrong," he says, his voice cracking a bit and his eyes sad. "You're my little girl, we're not supposed to..." "I don't care anymore," I finally admit, and a huge weight seems like it's lifted off my shoulders. "I'm in love with you, Daddy... I can't see myself being with any other man. I need you..." I feel tears stinging my eyes, and I blink them back. "I always dreamed that you'd feel the same but I.. I know you don't..." "Fuck, babygirl..." he says. "You dreamt right." I freeze at those words. "I've always felt like I love you as more than a daughter, and then when you started becoming this....gorgeous woman right in front of me, I had...other feelings..." Am I seeing things or are his cheeks actually red right now? "I dated and screwed around with other women to try and get it outta my system, but....goddammit, I kept picturing you when I was with them." He looks me right in the eyes, and I know he's telling the truth. Holy shit I think I'm dreaming. "I want you, babygirl... I want you so bad, but.." "But nothing," I say, louder than I thought I was capable of, and he jumps a little. "I...want you too, Daddy..." I admit in a softer, desperate tone. "Can't we just...please forget about all the right-or-wrong shit?" "Fuck, it's hot hearing you cuss.." he says in a deep, almost growly voice that makes my skin tingle. I can see the glimmer of hunger in his eyes, and feel the slightest tightening of his hold on my waist. "Please, Daddy..." I whisper, leaning in close so our lips are close to each other again. "Please... I need you..." I put all of my desperation, love and utter need in my voice, all the pent-up feelings I've kept hidden for years. With a low, rumbling growl he suddenly stands up off the couch while still carrying me, and I gasp a bit and instinctively cling tightly onto him, arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He's taking me to his bedroom, it seems, and my blood pumps in excitement at how...lustful he seems, a side of him I've never seen before. He kicks the door open and then lowers me down on my back onto his big, king-size bed, then he gives me another breath-stealing kiss. "If I'm gonna fuck you, I'll have to do it right.." he growls out softly into my ear, and my insides turn to jelly. His hands slide down and then pull my shirt up over my head until I'm wearing nothing but panties, having been bra-less this whole time. My soft, round breasts are fully exposed, the nipples already hardened into pink buds. He cups one of my breasts with his big palm. "Shit, baby, these are beautiful..." he whispers, expertly fondling my nipple with his fingers. I let out a shaky moan, sure that my panties are soaked to the T by now. As if this wasn't enough already to send me over the edge, he leans down and takes my other nipple into his mouth, suckling it and swirling his tongue around. I'm arching my back and moaning louder now, arms tight around his neck and fingers digging into his hair. I feel the hand that was fondling my nipple start to slide down, down, down until he reaches the soaked spot of my panties. "Mmm... You're already soaking for Daddy, aren't you..." he murmurs, flicking his tongue against my nipple and using his fingers to rub my still covered pussy up and down. I can only let out a whimper in response. Suddenly his hand moves up slightly and reaches into my panties until I feel his thick fingers rubbing my entrance, and I feel like I might cum at any second. I never imagined it would be his hand touching me there, instead of mine, as it always had been for years. "Ohhh wow, babygirl...you're so wet already.." he grumbles softly while tracing kisses up to my neck. The same hand he had used to rub me is now pulling off my panties until I'm left completely nude and trembling underneath him, his mountainous body towering over me. He presses his lips against me softly and whispers, "I need to taste my little girl..." Then he proceeds to trace kisses down my body, stopping at my chest to give each of my nipples a suckle, and then continuing to move down my stomach until his face is level with my leaking entrance. "Ohh, that's beautiful.." I hear him breathe out, and the feeling of his breath on my pussy alone nearly makes gush all over the place. He softly rubs along my slit for a while with his fingers, making me squirm and moan, until he suddenly digs his face into me with a deep growl. I gasp out loud and clutch tightly onto his hair, arching my back and crying out due to the skilled way he's eating me, and the intensity of it. It only takes mere seconds before I'm bucking against him as if I'm having a seizure, having probably the best orgasm of my life. He continues licking and suckling me as my juices gush out, and I sag onto the bed, panting heavily. Soon he lifts his head from my pussy with a smirk on his face and a hungry look in his eyes, his mouth and jaw wet with my juices that he had drank up. "Delicious, baby..." he says. His expression turns slightly darker, more...desperate. "Fuck, I can't wait anymore.." His hands grip the waist of his pants, and I start to become aware of his enormous bulge. "I need to be inside you, babygirl... Right now.." When his pants come off and his erection springs out, I melt into a puddle. It's huge, in every sense of the word. Long, thick, veiny and standing straight and powerful, the tip of it wet with pre-cum. It looks so big that it intimidates me. Imagine how badly that would hurt if I were a virgin, which I'm thankful that I'm not. Although I've only ever had sex once, and the guy's was probably only half as big as the massive pole that's standing in front of me right now. I'm pretty sure that even though I'm not a virgin, there will be some pain involved, especially judging by the way he'd made all those women scream. I now know the reason. In fast movements, he's now hovering above me, his hands resting on the bed, one on each side of me. The hunger in his eyes is more prominent than ever, and my eyes go wide when I feel him starting to nudge his tip into me. "Wait, Daddy!" I gasp out, and my voice seems to snap him out of his lust. "I... I'm nervous.." I admit, my cheeks reddening. He gives me a warm, loving smile and then leans down so our chests are pressed close together. "I won't hurt you, babygirl... Just hold onto me, okay?" The warmth in his voice is like a balm that makes my worries dissipate, but I'd be lying if I said that I'm not even a little bit nervous anymore. I wrap my arms tightly around his thick neck, comforted by the fact that I'm in his arms, completely skin-to-skin with him. "Okay, Daddy. Go...go ahead.." I spread my legs, tighten my hold on him and brace myself. He slowly enters me, and I can't help but gasp at how much he's stretching me already, even with just his tip inside. He groans, leaning down to rest his face against my neck, kissing it softly. "Fuck, baby, you're really tight... This might require a bit of..." He starts pushing into me more, making me slightly jump at the strange sensation. "...force." I've never had something so big inside me, stretching my limits as it probes deeper in. I can feel his muscles tensing and flexing against me as he concentrates, and I see a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. His efforts are working, because despite how tightly my walls are clenching around him, he's managing to push more and more of his shaft into me, inch by inch. I gasp and whimper each time, feeling filled already yet I know he's probably not even halfway inside me. He starts going in a steady rhythm, choosing not to push all the way into me just yet to let my walls adjust to his incredible size. But he still keeps trying as his pace quickens and he lets out grunts and huffs as if he's doing an intense workout. I myself can barely help from moaning and crying out the deeper he reaches. I'm surprised that I feel little to no pain from this, and yet the pleasure is unbelievable. "Almost there.." he says in a low growl, still continuing to push deeper and deeper into me until... We both throw our heads back and let out our own cries of pleasure as he fills me to the hilt, and I feel him so deep inside me that it should feel uncomfortable but instead it feels the exact opposite. "Fuckin' hell, that feels good..." he murmurs, wrapping his arms around my waist as he keeps this position of impaling me, making my small body buck against him. "Now... Now I'm gonna really fuck you..." he says, and his words spike up excitement in my chest. Before I could even reply, he pulls out of me and then plunges back in, making me actually scream from it, from shock and unbelievable pleasure. I somehow felt no pain from that. He continues to slam in and out of me in a slow pace yet with much force. I bury my face into his neck to muffle my cries. My nails dig into his skin as he picks up speed yet still maintains the brute force of his thrusts, grunting and growling in animalistic passion. I'm gone now, having so many orgasms and barely able to think straight anymore, and my world is nothing but pleasure, ecstasy and pure bliss. Sage "Take it, babygirl.... Fuckin' take Daddy's cock..." he growls low in his throat, pounding at me mercilessly, making so much juices gush out of me that I feel as if a puddle might be forming on the bed. As if I wasn't overwhelmed by pleasure already, I'm suddenly lifted off the bed, wrapped in his arms with him standing up, and he continues his onslaught of thrusts while slamming my little body down onto his massive, throbbing member. "Aahhhh Daddy, I can't!!" I cry out, actually sobbing from ecstasy now. "It's too much... It's too much, please, I can't..." "Yes you can, baby... You're gonna take Daddy's cock and I'm gonna keep fucking you till you can't walk." His voice is incredibly different, and yet I love it. I love this dominant, animalistic side of him that I'd brought out in him, and even though I'm begging him for mercy, what I really want is for him not to give me any of that. From the look in his eyes and the utter lust in his voice, he definitely knows. He continues to hammer senselessly into me until I feel as if his cock is...growing inside me. Swelling and throbbing. With a loud roar, he gives me several more deep, hard thrusts until I feel him explode in me. His warm seed gushes into me, and there's so much of it that I have no doubt a lot of it is leaking out of me and dripping onto the floor. We both tremble from it, and he starts to walk backwards a few steps before he sags down onto the bed, laying down on his back with me resting against his heaving chest. We lay there for several minutes, clinging to each other. The only sounds I hear are our panting breaths and his heart beating steadily against my cheek. The air is thick with smell of sweat and sex and...him. His smell. I burrow my face into his neck and breathe it in. It's a scent I wouldn't mind being enveloped in for the rest of my life. "That was the best..sex...I ever had..." he breathes out after a while. "Bullshit," I reply back with a weak chuckle. I genuinely don't believe him. He's probably had sex with hundreds of women, and he probably says that same thing to all of them. "I mean it, Ammy," he says, his voice turning serious. I lift my head and look up into his eyes. "It was the best because it was...with you. And now that I got you, I'd be messed up in the head to want some other lady." He grins sleepily. My heart soars, and I crawl up to his face and kiss him deeply, arms tightly wrapped around him as if I'm afraid all of this really has been a dream and that he might disappear into thin air at any moment. But I know deep down that I have nothing to worry about. "I love you Daddy..." I whisper against his lips, a tear sliding down my cheek. For once, a tear of joy. "So much.." "I love you too, Amira... I love you too.." He holds me against his chest and lets out a deep sigh of content. "You win, by the way," I say with a smile, my eyes starting to get heavy. "I can't feel my legs, so you're gonna have to carry me around the house at all times." He laughs, a deep yet pleasant sound, and kisses my hair. "No problem at all, babygirl. I'm not gonna be letting you out of my arms any time soon." And so I fall asleep with a smile on my face, and I wake up with one too. Because as soon as my eyes open, they meet with his own warm, loving gaze. "I meant it, by the way," he whispers, starting to lean in to kiss me. "I'm not letting you go." I could so get used to this. ~*~ Hope you enjoyed that! Was pretty fun to write. Don't be too harsh on it if you don't like it, though lol. Thanks for reading~ Sage Advice The light breeze made the September leaves give off soft rustling sounds and sent a small shiver down my back as it cooled the sweat between my shoulder blades. I pulled more closely against Tom and he responded by cupping his hands more tightly around my bottom. The air wasn't really cold, in fact it was fairly warm for this time of year. The soft cotton blanket below us provided some insulation from the leaf covered ground and while our shirts were unbuttoned we were otherwise clothed. Tom moved his head and we locked into another deep kiss. When we again pulled slightly apart he said, "I felt you shiver. Cold?" "Not really. In fact if things weren't so hot I wouldn't be sweating and the breeze couldn't give me a chill." He gave a quiet little laugh. "Don't want to go back to the dorm then?" I pulled him into another kiss and let my hand slide up under his shirt in back. "Not in the least." It was a Friday night in September. We were both seniors but both still lived in the dorm. Same dorm, at least, even if on different floors. Our school wasn't quite that progressive. And besides, we had both decided to wait until we were sure that what we felt was the real thing. I had always promised myself I would only tell one man "I love you," and Tom felt the same way about what he'd say to me. Even though we lived in the dorm, it was a large campus with many forested areas and other isolated places. Moreover one side bordered a national forest so there was another fifty or hundred square miles of nothing but trees. It certainly was not unusual to see couples out walking, carrying blankets, especially on weekends. It was a college campus, after all. My name is Kate McNair. I'm five feet, eight, fairly slim, and turned twenty some six months ago. I have light blue eyes and dark brown hair which I wear down past my shoulders. Since almost the beginning of junior year I have been going with Tom Winston and I'm almost sure I'm really in love with him. Almost sure. He is also a senior, three months older than I am. He stands an even six feet and has the bluest eyes I've ever seen to go with his dark blonde hair. We were apart most of the summer and now that school had started again we couldn't seem to get enough of each other. The summer certainly didn't cool our relationship any. Tom is an engineering major so our weekday evening time is limited. Well, really, my own chemistry major certainly limits my free time also. But on weekends we try to spend most of our time together. The relationship certainly isn't all physical, but the physical aspects are way up there. Both of us are virgins and plan to remain so - until we are married or at least until we are sure this is the real thing. But that doesn't stop or even slow down our activities short of actual sex. If the weather is good we almost always take a blanket and disappear into one of the wooded areas. Often on Saturday or Sunday we'll pack a lunch and go even farther into the national forest, spending all day and much of the evening with no one else within sight or sound. We're not prudes. We really enjoy necking and petting and have had each other's clothes off a number of times. Even some oral - both sides. But we feel we should wait for actual sex. If it is raining we can usually find somewhere else to hide, at least enough for some nice petting, even if we need to keep our clothes mostly on. There is a small river through campus and a number of bridges across it. Any of these provide some nice hiding places below - dark alcoves free of any observers. While we can't really get undressed there we can manage quite a few things. This week, however, the weather is perfect. Temperatures in the seventies during the day and dropping only to the upper fifties at night. Calm or only light breezes and mostly clear skies with only a few small clouds. And tonight there will be a moon just at the first quarter. We had brought our blanket into one of the deeper wooded spots of the campus and now we lay together in a small depression some thirty yards or so off any trail. Tom kissed me again and pulled me tightly against him, our open shirts letting my breasts squash against his bare chest. I moaned into his mouth and moved one of my hands down from his back to slide inside his jeans and cup his bare ass, bringing a similar sound from him. He pulled back slightly. "Oh, Kitty Kate, I want you so much." Kitty Kate is his pet name for me. I think he first used it once when I called him "Tom Cat" but it has stuck. Breathlessly I moaned back, "No more than I want you, Tom. Oh, Tom, I wish I knew for sure." Why were we waiting? It wasn't from practical considerations. I had started on the pill the previous May and we both knew neither of us had to worry about STDs. I couldn't give a complete reason. I could only say that we felt we should. When I examined it, I thought part of it might have been that we were both brought up in families where sex was only to be considered inside marriage. I don't even think it was completely religious on the part of either family. No, just more a culture. Regardless of the reason, we couldn't seem to convince ourselves to change. Then why didn't we just get married? Again I can't say completely. I think it is just that it was so ingrained in us that marriage was a one time thing and we had to be sure it was the right partner before committing. We both had talked about it and were almost sure. But something just held us back from a final decision. It might seem strange that with such strong views on marriage and actual sex that we had no problem with the activities in which we did engage. I mean, like I said, we weren't prudes. We had no problem with a lot of petting, getting naked with each other, and even manual or oral stimulation. I really can't say what it was or why, but somewhere in our natures the two were separated. I could give Tom a blow job, let him eat me out or finger me, and feel no guilt. But the idea of taking that wonderful cock inside me had a definite block, as it seemed to for Tom also. I think we were both resigned to going no further until something changed to assure us that our relationship was one we wished to become permanent. However we weren't slowed in the activities we did find acceptable. That didn't mean we weren't frustrated about it. We broke from a torrid kiss and I rolled onto my back. Tom raised himself onto his elbow and looked down at me. I felt the cool air evaporate the sweat on my bare breasts, sending a chill and turning my nipples even more rigid than they already were. We were both breathing rather hard and now as I let my hand slide from his back and move across the swollen hardness in front of his jeans, I wistfully said, "Oh, Tom, I want you so much. I want to keep going, to finally feel you inside me - but I know if we do I'll regret it later," "I know, Kitty Kate. I want it just as much. But I know we have to wait." I drew a deep breath and replied, "I guess we'll just have to do the best we can right now," With this I reached to unfasten his belt and pulled down on the zipper. A quick tug and the pants and underwear pulled past his swollen organ, letting me grasp it and move to place my lips against the head of the hard shaft. Tom moaned and I gave a couple of licks before moving my lips slowly past the flanged head and down along the hardened shaft, leaving a wet trail along its length. Then I began to bob up and down all the time sliding the tip of my tongue around and over the sensitive flesh. In less than a minute I felt Tom's contractions begin and I doubled my efforts until he exploded, sending repeated spurts into my throat as I hurried to swallow each drop. I finished with a slow licking to clean any last remainder from his still hard organ. As I pulled back Tom said, "That was wonderful! Now let me return the favor." I smiled, knowing from experience what was coming. He quickly released the fastenings on my own jeans and soon these were around my ankles as his mouth sought the sensitive places between my thighs and in another few minutes I joined him in release, flooding his face and filling the evening around us with small cries and moans. When we had calmed slightly we rolled to face each other and Tom pulled the edge of the blanket over us to mitigate air which now had begun to feel a little chilly. We pulled together, kissing, and then I buried my face in his shoulder. I mumbled against his firm flesh, "Oh, why can't we be sure? Why do we have to wait? I want you so much." Despite the muffled speech he must have understood because he answered, "No more than I want you. I don't want to wait either, but we have to, don't we?" Without lifting my face I nodded against him but I could feel a few tears of frustration rub off onto his bare skin. We remained cuddled together for a long time, neither of us speaking. It had grown dark and the half-full Harvest Moon was beginning to make its illumination filter through the leaves and paint the world with streaks of silver to break the uniform cover of jet which had come with the setting sun. The sky above the main part of the campus still shown pale as the reflected illumination of man-made lights found its way upwards, but here in the "forest primeval" the darkness had descended like a thick fog. Now the moonlight and our night sensitized eyes once again brought out the shapes of trees. Occasionally we would hear a small animal or an owl in the near distance, but otherwise we were alone. It might seem strange that on a campus with tens of thousands of students we could be so isolated, but there was a lot of space. Especially out here in the woods. Not tonight, but sometimes we might hear another couple passing nearby although they never came too near. It was a sort of accepted protocol that you were careful not to disturb another couple no matter what they seemed to be doing. On nice weekend days we would sometimes take some food and hike into the national forest and not see or hear anyone else for the entire day. In fact I'm not sure we'd ever encountered anyone else on one of these day long treks. Tonight we lay in our little nest, sometimes playing, sometimes just cuddling together and quietly talking. What about? Well, about a lot of things. Our feelings for each other. Our futures. The beautiful night with the lovely light of the bright moon and the gentle breeze. The sounds of the autumn leaves as they rustled or swirled in gusting air. Later we became aroused once again and spent another hour in exciting but frustrating activity, ending with some mutual masturbation. Near midnight we headed back toward the dorm. We had originally planned to spend Saturday going on one of our day long walks but Tom had been assigned a design project which was going to consume most of his weekend. I had managed to finish my homework for the weekend so I would be free the next day even though alone. Sure, I could find something to do with someone else but I tended to think of being without Tom as being alone. Anyway, when we finally kissed goodnight I said, "Since you are abandoning me tomorrow I might just go ahead and make a long day of it by myself. Who knows, I might meet some hot satyr out in the forest." Laughing, Tom replied, "I wouldn't be surprised with your nice body, but, knowing you, Kitty Kate, I don't think I'll have to worry." I smiled back. "True, Tom, I'll wait for you to ravish me. Supper tomorrow night?" "Sure, I'll be ready to quit by then. Want to go to the Pit for pizza?" "That sounds good. I'll meet you down here at seven. OK?" "Sounds good." Another long, deep kiss and we parted, happy but still somewhat frustrated. Saturday morning I woke about six thirty as usual and soon headed downstairs for a quick breakfast. By eight I was back in my room and stuffing a few things into a small daypack. I had on jeans and a long sleeved shirt and now I changed into my hiking boots. With lunch and a couple of water bottles and a light jacket in the pack, I headed out and started toward the wooded edge of campus. It was a perfect fall day. Still slightly cool but not too much as long as I was moving and I knew it would warm up to a comfortable level before too long. The air was nearly still, the sky mostly clear with only a few fluffy white clouds and the sun highlighting the million different colors of the changing autumn leaves. I did see a number of couples walking in the campus woods, some even carrying blankets this early, but I knew that by the time I entered the national forest I would probably be alone. I decided that this was probably a good thing as the sight of the others left me with a slightly empty feeling. (This feeling was even a little more disconcerting when I thought that some of them would be doing what I wanted so much to do with Tom but couldn't yet bring myself to allow.) I moved on into the forest and as expected soon left everyone else behind. The day was lovely and before too long I was able to put off any feelings of loneliness and just enjoy the quiet woods, the lovely colors of leaves and fall flowers, and the slightly damp smell of fall. The forest had a number of well marked trails as well as some slightly less used ones. Most were easy walking but some involved more strenuous climbs. There were some deep ravines with small creeks along their bottoms and some rounded hills. The woods had both sections of conifers as well as hardwoods and in many areas the two types were mixed together. A little after noon I moved off the side of the trail to find a fallen log on which to sit while I ate lunch. Sitting there, looking at the woods, I again became aware of how much I would rather that Tom was with me. I missed him. I also felt a frustrated level of arousal, knowing that even were he here, I would not be able to fully alleviate it. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I know for sure and make up my mind one way or the other? At last I drew a deep breath and shook my head back and forth to clear it. I made up my mind that I would try to put such thoughts aside for the afternoon and just enjoy this wonderful day. Anyway, tonight I would be with Tom and we could at least somewhat mitigate the frustration if not remove it. I stowed everything back in my pack and once again started along the trail. I was in a part of the forest I had been to before even if not frequently. It was some distance from the campus and, as far as I knew, some distance from the nearest road also. As I said we had never encountered another person on these walks and especially now in this remote section I didn't expect to. So I was totally surprised when I rounded a bend in the path and saw someone sitting on a rock neat the edge of the trail. For a couple of seconds I stopped still, unsure I was really seeing another human, but then I continued along. As I got a little closer I saw that the person was a woman, an older woman. Sitting I couldn't tell her height but I could see that her hair was a lovely silver color. She was slim but not starved looking as some older people seem to be. When I was fifteen yards or so from her she noticed me. I could see her smile and as I neared she stood and said, "Hello. Lovely day for a walk, isn't it?" Standing, she was fairly tall, almost my height. She stood straight, her stance looking like a much younger woman, back straight, shoulders back. She still retained a lovely look with strong bone structure and skin much smoother than I would have expected for someone in her seventies as I guessed her age to be. "Hi. Yes, it is. It's beautiful out here today." As I stood near her I could see her eyes were a clear, light blue. She indicated a rock next to hers and said, "Please sit and rest a couple of minutes. It's nice to find someone to talk with a little." I smiled back and took her up on her offer. For some reason I found that I liked her immediately. I took off my small pack and sat. "Are you out here by yourself then?" "Oh, no. My husband just decided he wanted to explore a little side trail for a while. I'm going to meet him up there" - she indicated a direction farther down the trail - "in a little while. Now I'm just waiting and enjoying the day. Even more now that you've come along. Are you by yourself?" "Just today. My boyfriend and I usually walk out here together but he couldn't come today." After a few seconds I added, "We've never seen anyone else out here. Is this the first time you've been here?" She gave a small laugh. "No, not at all. We've walked these woods for a long time. But it is a big woods, so it's not too surprising that we've never seen each other before." Something drove me to inquire. "You look like you are in really good condition for someone you age. Do you walk a lot?" Then I realized how that might have sounded and I quickly tried to add, "I didn't mean any insult. It's just that so many of the older people I see around look like they can't walk more than fifty feet from their cars." She laughed, a deep and pleasant laugh. "I'm not insulted at all. I'll admit that both my husband and I do get a fair amount of exercise but I will also admit that things aren't quite as easy as they were when I was twenty. Still, I manage. When I get really old maybe things will change but, after all, I'm only ninety-six now." I think my mouth dropped open. "Ninety-six! You're kidding." She smiled. "No, I really am as is my husband. We've been very lucky but, still, we try to help things along. You know, exercise, good eating and so on." "That's amazing! I would have guessed you were at least twenty years younger." "Thank you, but I really am ninety-six." I found myself rapidly becoming engaged in conversation. After a few minutes I suddenly realized I had never given my name. "Oh, I'm sorry. I never introduced myself. I'm Kate McNair. I'm a student over at the college." "Kate is it? That's a coincidence. My name is Kate also." "How nice. Then I'm sure that way I will never forget your name." She laughed and said, "Nor will I yours." We continued to talk and without realizing it I found myself telling her about my own life. My school, my likes and dislikes, and about Tom. For some reason it seemed that we had known each other for years and I felt no hesitation in telling her things I would never have thought I could reveal to a stranger. At one point she suddenly asked, "Are you in love with Tom?" This stopped me cold. Slowly I answered, "I think so. I think so but I can't be completely sure." Then some of my frustration began to spill out and I began to tell her of our hesitation and uncertainty. I had never shared these feeling with anyone besides Tom and if I had stopped to think about it I would have been astounded that I was doing so now. Especially with someone I had just met. She listened quietly and when I slowed for a minute she asked, "Have you slept with him?" I froze at this but surprisingly I didn't hesitate to answer her. "If you mean have we had sex, the answer is no. We both want to wait until we are completely sure." Then I shyly added, "But we have done nearly everything else." She smiled and I think she may have suppressed a small laugh. "I expect you'll someday find that it hasn't been nearly EVERYTHING else." Then in a more serious tone she said, "Tell me, Kate. Just why do you feel you need to wait?" This question stopped me and for several long seconds I sat frozen as I tried to frame an answer. Finally I slowly replied, "I don't really know. It's not from any religious or even moral reason. I guess it's just that we don't want to make a mistake." Again she smiled. "I do understand, Kate. Probably better than you think I do. Let me ask you something. Just what are you looking for in life? What is really important to you?" Sage Advice Again I sat frozen. At last, shaking my head, I answered, "I guess I'm not really sure. I suppose success and love and happiness." "That's probably a good answer at your age. But suppose you let me give you a little of the view from my vantage point." I gave a smile and a small nod and remained quiet. She went on. "Probably the three most important things to help make you happy in life are health, time, and love, not necessarily in that order. These aren't absolutely necessary for happiness but they go a long way to helping you have it. These are things you can't totally control but you sometimes can influence them." "Health. No one can make sure they will always have good health. You can help it along by eating right, getting exercise and so on. Get any problems treated while they are small. Try to avoid any situation likely to get you hurt in an accident. Still no one can stop all diseases or even accidents. But you can help avoid things which would have an adverse effect." "Time. We all know our time will end someday, but no one can say for sure just when. Largely it is determined by genes, therefore your ancestors. It's a little late to do anything about that. Still, like health, you can do a lot to help your natural span along. Taking care of your health is one thing. Don't take a lot of foolish risks is another. I don't mean trying to avoid all risks. That would make life dull and probably do more to hurt happiness than anything else. Don't be afraid to cross the street, just don't do it with your eyes closed. Our time is always uncertain but we can always make the best use of what we have. Likewise don't waste the time you do have. Again I don't mean that you should never do anything trivial. Not that at all. But think what things are important to you and try to spend time on them." "And love. Probably you have little or no control over finding love but you certainly can do a lot to make sure it stays. Love means many things. Remember the Greeks had three words for love only one of which was eros." She smiled at this and I did also. "All forms of love are important, however, eros is a very important part of love for most people and one that often gets forgotten amid the rush of everyday living. There used to be an old song entitled 'Wives Should Always be Lovers.' That is a very important idea. Of course husbands should also. Never let those feelings die." She looked slightly down and an almost dreamy look crossed her face as she said, "My husband and I never have." I looked surprised. "You mean you still..." She smiled. "Yes. Not every day like we used to but not too infrequently." Then she went on. "If you can keep those three things, you will probably be happy regardless of what else there is." "That all makes sense but how can I be sure - especially about love? I mean I think it is, but how can I know for certain?" She smiled and slightly shook her head. "You can never be completely SURE about anything. The was a writer of fiction - back before your time or mine - named Damon Runyon. He wrote short stories about the post prohibition underclass in New York. You may have heard of the musical Guys and Dolls. That was based on his characters. Anyway there is a quote from him. 'The race is not always to the fleet, nor the battle to the strong. But that's the way to bet.'" I gave a small laugh as she smiled. Then she continued. "Nothing in life is ever completely certain because things can change in an instant. Before you make a decision just be fairly sure you are doing the right thing - not absolutely. Remember, you never get anywhere, never accomplish anything, unless you take some chances. Just try to only take wise chances." She glanced at her watch and said, "I had better get going or my husband will wonder what has happened to me. It's been very nice talking to you, Kate. Perhaps we'll meet again." "It's been very nice for me also. I think you are the most wonderful other Kate I've ever run into. Tom and I are out here a lot on weekends. Do you come here often?" "We try to get out most Saturdays if the weather is nice. I'll watch for you if we do." She stood and picked up one of the little telescoping hiking poles. We exchanged a couple more comments and then she set off down the trail to meet her husband. I watched her go, tall and straight with a stride of a much younger woman. And as I watched a lot of the things she had said were running through my mind. I met Tom as planned and we went to the pizza place for supper. While we were eating I told him of the strange encounter and some of the things Kate had said. I also told him how it had gotten me thinking and that I was going to have to give it some more thought. Probably quite a bit more. After we finished we went back on campus and sought out one of our small, isolated places. For the next three hours we did spend a lot of time necking but we also spent some talking about what I had been told. And how it might apply to us. How sure did we really have to be? Were we squandering our time already? We came to no conclusions but both knew that over the next few days we'd be doing a lot of individual thinking. The next week turned out to be a really busy one for both of us. School occupied more of our time than usual and we had little chance to be together except at some meals. We couldn't even find time to sneak off for only a couple of hours of, shall I say, physical recreation. Nor did we have time to really discuss our feelings about what Kate had said. As the week came to a close it looked like another wonderful weekend weatherwise. No rain predicted at all, temperatures in the seventies during the day and dropping only to around sixty at night. Tom, unfortunately, was again tied up on a project for most of Friday evening and Saturday morning. We had to settle for a short time together on Friday but planned to spend Saturday afternoon and Sunday together. Probably out walking in the woods on both days. Saturday about eleven Tom called me and said he was going to be tied up until about four but we should still be able to get in a short walk and then we'd still have Sunday. I had been giving some serious thought to the things Kate had said to me and now I slowly said, "Tom." "That's me," he responded. "Tom, it's supposed to be lovely tonight. Warm and full moon and everything." "Yes?" "Tom, let's eat supper somewhere and then go out to the forest and stay out all night. I've always wanted to do that. Be together and watch the sun rise." He was quiet for a second, I think just at the surprise of the suggestion. Then he said, "If you want to, I would love that. We can take something to eat and stay out some tomorrow, too." "Yes!" I enthusiastically agreed. "I'll get some stuff together. Where do you want to go for supper tonight?" "I don't think I can face dorm food again. How about we just get some hamburgers at Edward's?" Edward's was a small casual restaurant at the edge of campus. "Fine with me. I'll just meet you there at, say, four thirty. OK?" "That sounds good . I'll see you then." At four thirty I was just coming up to the door when I saw Tom a half block down the street, so I stopped and waited for him. He was already carrying his day pack as was I. We expected to set out right after we finished eating. He came up to me and pulled me against him for a quick kiss. When we pulled apart I said, "Hi. Do I know you?" He laughed and replied, "Not nearly as well as you will in a few hours." We both laughed and went inside. All though supper we chatted casually, teasing and kidding as usual, but I knew I had a surprise in store for Tom. Now that I think about it I believe he acted a little differently also, as if he had a surprise for me also. When we finished we left and headed to the wooded side of campus. The sun was still up and the air was in the low seventies. Leaves were well on their way to taking on their fall colors and the sky was a clear blue with only a few scattered white clouds. The Harvest Moon, looking twice its normal size, was just rising in the east. As we walked past the dorms Tom asked, "Did you bring something for us to eat if we're going to stay until tomorrow?" "You mean besides each other?" I had to tease. I never used to make remarks like that and still didn't with anyone besides Tom. Then I added, "Yes, I brought some granola bars for in the morning and some junk food, too. What about you? Remember to bring the blanket?" "Blanket?" he teased right back. "I thought we'd find some other way to keep warm." Then he added also, "Yes, in fact two of them. We'll be fine as long as it doesn't rain and it's not supposed to." We entered the campus woodlot and followed one of the paths which wound its way through until we came to the national forest boundary. It was Friday night and although still early we passed a number of couples either walking also or more often stopped off the trail somewhere and engaged in some serious kissing at the least. But as we moved on into the national forest we only passed two more and soon we saw no sign of anyone else at all. We knew the trails here fairly well and moved more deeply into the woods until we came to a side trail we had used a number of times. Two or three hundred yards down this path and we moved up the side of a thirty foot hill to a shallow depression we had used a number of times. From that location we could not be seen unless we were standing and we would hear anyone approaching long before they were near us. Tom pulled out one of the blankets and spread it on the ground. By now the sun had just set but there was still enough light to see what we were doing. While we had scuffed our way up the hill, rustling the fallen leaves, most of the trees at the top of this hill were evergreens and a thick blanket of pine needles covered the ground, making a quiet, springy mat beneath. We had jackets with us but it was still warm enough that we had left them in the packs and now we stretched out together on the blanket dressed in jeans and shirts. At least for a few minutes until the shirts were opened and shortly thereafter removed. We both seemed to be aroused a bit more than usual. In my case I wasn't surprised owing to the decision I had finally made. In Tom's case he had no knowledge of that but I could feel his excitement in every move. At one point we pulled slightly apart and when we caught our breath he said, "Kate. I've been thinking about what we discussed last week. I've made a decision." Before I could say anything he reached into his pack and pulled something out. Then he turned to me and took my hand. "Kate, I love you. Will you marry me?" He held out a ring with a single diamond catching the last of the light. I was totally surprised! I had reached a decision of my own but I had not expected this. For just a second I was frozen and then the damn broke and I threw my arms around his neck and between kisses answered, "Yes! Yes! I love you Tom." He managed to get in the magic words between kisses also. "I love you, Kate." In not too much longer we slowed our actions and he was able to slip the ring on my finger. "I really thought about what you told me that other Kate had said. I thought what was really important and it was you. We can get married whenever you want. Next week or after graduation. I can wait that long for the rest if you want." I kissed him hard. "Tom, I would like to get married tonight, but I know my family - especially my mother, will want to have some say about how. I promise not to let her have too much say, but we probably should wait until graduation." He returned the kiss. "I can wait, Darling. I won't say I want to behave until then, but I can wait." I smiled at him. "You won't have to wait. I've been giving her words a lot of thought, too, and I've decided I'm ready. That's part of why I wanted to spend the night out here. I don't want to wait any longer, Tom. Let's make love." Now it was his turn to be surprised. "Are you sure?" "Yes. Not absolutely certain, but yes, I'm sure. I realize I can never be completely certain about anything, just like she said. I can't be absolutely certain but - as she said - that's the way to bet. I love you, Tom, and I don't want to wait any more." For the next hour we didn't do anything we hadn't done before. The difference was that we didn't stop then. We were lying on one of the blankets but the other was still folded nearby. We were both naked and didn't seem to notice the cool air at all. No surprise there. We had made out in much cooler weather than this with no discomfort until we stopped. I was lying on my back, Tom's head between my thighs and my hands constantly moving through his hair. As I felt myself begin to near the peak of my climb I managed to implore, "Now, Tom. I want you now." I had to repeat myself a second time and tug on his hair but he soon got the message and moved to prop himself above me. We locked into a deep French kiss and I could taste myself on him which, maybe surprisingly, only increased my arousal. I grasped his rigid organ and urgently tried to guide it where I so badly wanted it. I managed to rub it back and forth a couple of times but I was so wet and we were both so excited that almost immediately Tom pressed forwards and I gave out a long moan as I finally felt his hot flesh slide inside me. Although I had broken my hymen years previously this was the first time I had experienced the real thing. I could feel myself stretching at the unaccustomed intrusion but this was in no way unpleasant. Quite the opposite. My hands grabbed at Tom's ass and pulled hard to bring him in as deeply as possible. As he sank to his full depth we froze for some seconds, just savoring the overwhelming pleasure. Then we began to move together in the ancient rhythm. We didn't last very long. I'm sure Tom had little control over the release of his desire which had been held in check for so long and I, well, I was well on my way to dissolving into myriad exploding sparks and colored lights, flying into more dissociated pieces than I had ever experienced before with any of even my strongest orgasms. I think I felt that first hard spurt as Tom started his release but I can't be sure. When I again became aware of the rest of the world we were still coupled and still breathing rapidly and clinging tightly to each other. We drew a breath and both spoke at the same time. "I love you." Two smiles and we each repeated the words and tightened our grasp as we merged into a wonderful kiss. Several minutes probably passed before I felt Tom begin to shrink and slowly slide out. Another kiss and then we just lay clinging tightly to each other, our breath mingling, our bodies touching as much as possible. We began to feel a little of the cool night air and reached to pull the second blanket over us. "Are you glad we did that?" I asked. He smiled. "I certainly am. Are you?" "No regrets at all on my part. Oh, Tom, why have we waited so long?" "I don't know. It seems a little silly now. I guess we have your friend Kate to thank." "Yes. I believe it was definitely her words which got us thinking." We continued to cling together for a long time. I think we may have dozed off a little. I came awake to Tom's fingers playing with my nipples and decided that was a wonderful way to wake up. My own hand moved to tease and toy with him and soon we were again engaged in some hot kisses and caresses. A few more minutes and we were again involved in even more intimate activities. This time I pushed Tom onto his back and moved above him, lowering myself onto his rigid shaft. We managed twice more that night, the last time as the dawn was beginning to lighten the sky and the last stars were disappearing. It was really no surprise that after that we felt hungry and ended up digging out the granola bars without bothering to dress. We did more than just have sex. We talked. About getting married. We both agreed that it would probably be better to wait until graduation. However, we were not going to wait until then to repeat the previous night's activities. Definitely not! Although we both lived in the dorm, Tom had a car on campus. We knew we couldn't break the dorm contract until the end of the term but were sure we would be able to find somewhere. We also decided that when the term did end we would get an apartment and move in until graduation. We were both considering grad school so we could continue to use it even over the next year. We stayed in our little nest for another few hours, managing to make love twice more. A little after noon, however we decided it was time to get dressed. I think part of the reason was that we were both getting a little sore even if we didn't say so. We packed everything away and decided to walk on a little farther into the forest. We were on a trail we had only visited a couple of times before. It had a deep ravine on our left. Now and then we could see a trail on the other side running parallel to ours and I thought I remembered that they crossed and came together somewhere up ahead. The day was perfect fall weather. Temperatures in the sixties, no chance of rain, a gentle breeze. When we had first awoken there had been some dark clouds, in fact quite a few, but now the sky had cleared and only a few small white clouds occasionally blocked the bright sun. The leaves were near their peak color and every now and then the breeze would bring down a shower, sending the brightly colored fragments into a kaleidoscope of incredible colors. We had seen no one since we had left the campus area the previous night so we were totally surprised when we rounded a turn in the path and a figure appeared some fifty yards in front of us. As we neared I suddenly recognized the other hiker and gave a wave and cried out, "Kate! How nice to see you again." I started forwards a little faster and turned to Tom and said, "It's Kate. The one I spoke with last week." We moved up to where she had stopped. As we approached but before I could say anything she spoke. "Hello, Kate. And this must be Tom." "Yes. I'm so happy that you'll have a chance to meet him. I've told him a lot of what you said to me last week." Tom smiled and said, "Hi. I'm glad to meet you. What you told Kate has helped us sort out a lot of things. Thank you." She smiled. "You are most welcome." We continued to speak for several minutes. She was again waiting for her husband who should be coming along the trail on the other side of the ravine any time. "He'd better hurry up. I'm supposed to meet him where the two trails join and we're a little late already. Then she glanced down at my hand as a beam of sunlight suddenly made its way through the trees and caught the diamond in my ring, sending a dazzling rainbow flashing. She looked up from Tom to me and smiled, saying, "I can see something has changed." Then before I could speak she seemed to examine my face more closely. "Yes, I think several things have changed." I'm sure my face went a little red but I managed to answer, "Yes, something definitely has." I held out my ring for her to examine. "I think what you told me got us both thinking about what is really important." Suddenly there was a call from the other path and I looked up to see a man moving to a point just twenty yards from us on the hillside trail on the far side of the stream. He was tall, his hair a lovely silver, but he stood straight and moved with ease. He had a tall walking stick but didn't seem to use this for support but rather just as I might have carried one myself. He looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't say exactly why. I was sure I had never met him before. He called across. "Hi. I'll bet you are the Tom and Kate my Kate told me about." Sage Advice She called back to him, "Yes, they are." Then she held up my hand so the sun could catch the stone once more and added, "I believe they will be together a long time and hope they find as much happiness as we have." The man replied, "Congratulations! I echo Kate's wishes." We exchanged a few more words across the distance between us. I was only partly aware that Tom had seemed slightly distracted and had been looking back and forth between Kate and myself. Then the man on the other trail called, "Well, nice to have met you, even if from a distance, but I'm afraid we really do need to be going." Then he turned toward his wife and called, "Come on, Kitty Kate. We've places to go and things to do," before turning and starting on down his trail. Kate immediately replied, "All right, Lover." Then she turned toward us and bid us farewell before turning and striding out along the trail to meet her husband. We stood watching her move on down the path with a step much younger than her years until she rounded a corner. Then Tom turned to me. Just as I started to say, "Didn't he look almost like ...", he also said, "Kate, she looked just like ..." We both stopped and looked at each other and then down the trails where the older couple had disappeared. We looked back at each other, his face painted with the question. My own face probably reflected his. Neither of us spoke for a half minute than he put his arm around my waist and turned me back down the trail in the direction of the campus. He gave me a quick kiss and said, "Yes, Kitty Kate, we also have places to go and things to do." I gave the kiss back and replied, "Yes, Lover, a lot of places and a lot of things." Sage & Kelsey I had always watched you quietly, from a distance. Never really introducing myself, but just nodding a polite hello when we passed each other in the hallway of our apartment complex. You lived across the hall and two doors down. So close, yet so far at the same time. Your honey tinted brown hair, styled just above your shoulders, framed your face in a way that made my fingers tingle at the thought of running my hands through those delicate strands. Your smile, which I had been lucky enough only to catch and treasure a few times, sent the blood in my body racing. What I wouldn't give to kiss those delectable lips, I thought many times. You were the focus of my daydreams, the center of my restless night's sleep, and the object of my sexual fantasies. Only, I didn't know if you were attracted to women, and wondered how I would ever be sure. The opportunity to find out finally came one day, when I was returning from work and found you struggling to unlock your apartment door, your arms full of grocery bags. The hallway was deserted except for the two of us, so I rushed over to help, startling you a bit as I broke you from your concentration, "Here, let me help you with that..." I said, reaching out to pull a couple bags from your arms. As you let go of them, our fingers brushed briefly, but long enough to send a shock up my arm. I must have unconsciously sucked my breath in sharply, because you looked up at me quickly, your expression quizzical. Your golden eyes were breathtaking, and I just couldn't pull myself from your gaze. I held your intent stare until you finally broke contact to look down at your keys, deftly unlocking the door and pushing it open. "Thanks for your help. Could you just bring the bags to the table for me?" Your voice was like honey, mesmerizing me for a moment. I had to force my suddenly frozen legs to start walking, following you into your apartment. I must confess, I was intently studying your luscious backside...the sway of your hips, the curve of your ass in your formfitting jeans, as you walked to your kitchen table. So distracted was I by my thoughts that I stopped just short of running directly into you as you reached the table. My body was a scant few inches from yours, but I would swear I felt a surge of heat come from you that brief moment I was so teasingly close. Not wanting to frighten you, I stepped back and around, putting the bags on the table...giving myself a chance to collect my bearings before having to look at you again. "Thanks again for your help." 'It wasn't a problem, " I replied, my voice quavering ever so slightly. "You live across the hall from me, right?" My eyes locked with yours again as I nodded. What was that flicker I just saw? "What's your name?" "Sage," I answered, searching your eyes for remnants of that flash. "Sage..." you said softly and slowly, letting my name roll over your tongue, as if you were tasting a wine for the first time. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end at the sound. "That's an interesting name... I like it," you continued as you stuck out your hand. "I'm Kelsey. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." My hand grasped yours in a firm grip and a sensation not unlike fire seared up my arm and into my shoulder. I attempted to nonchalantly remove my hand from yours without you noticing, when that quizzical expression reappeared on that beautiful face, "Is something wrong?" I stuck my hand behind my back, my arm still tingling. "Uh, no...nothing is wrong...I just..." I stammered. You took a step closer to me. My heart had to be thudding loud enough for you to hear, but I couldn't control it. What was I thinking? This woman has to think I am an unstable freak with no social skills. I need to get out of here before I embarrass myself further.... "...Sage...Sage...are you sure you're all right?" You were waving your hand in front of my face, you had placed your other hand on my shoulder. I must have zoned out. As my vision refocused on you, I noticed the look of concern on your face...also mingled with an expression not as easily discernable. You smelled so damned good. My head was spinning...swimming with thoughts. It had to be now or never. I would probably never be given this opportunity again, I thought. As I regained some semblance of control, I gently grabbed the wrist of your hand resting on my shoulder. "Kelsey," I whispered, turning your palm up towards my mouth, my lips lightly brushing it. "I have always wondered if you were attracted to women..." I murmured against your palm, my lips caressing the skin with every word. You didn't answer. At least not with words. Your breath caught in your throat as my tongue tip darted out to trace the lines of your palm. I watched your reaction...your eyes darkening to a deeper gold before you slowly closed them and your own tongue tip darting out to moisten your bottom lip. There was no doubt you enjoyed this. I took advantage of the moment. I advanced the one last step that brought our bodies almost together, your breasts brushing my own, and leaned in to capture that delectable mouth in a kiss. My hands rested at your hips, gently but forcefully pulling you into my body. You stiffened almost immediately, and regret rushed to my head, pounding in my ears. I wouldn't break the kiss, though. If you didn't want this, you would have to pull away. To my utter joy, you did not. Your body relaxed into mine and your mouth opened slightly. I slipped my tongue over your lower lip and it crashed into yours, the contact filling my body with electricity. Deepening the kiss, I unconsciously yanked your hips even closer to me and snaked a hand up your backside to your hair, burying my fingers at the nape of your neck. Your own fingers buried themselves in my short hair as I pushed you against the table, causing you to half-sit on the edge. As my tongue danced with yours, my hands traveled in between our bodies to cup your breasts. Your nipples hardened instantly through your shirt and jutted into my palms. I used my thumbs to graze over the hardened nubs, the need to suckle them suddenly overpowering. I broke our kiss and trailed my mouth over your jawline, my breath hot against your ear. Your hands found their way up my shirt, and I moaned deep in my throat as you ran them up and down my back, your fingernails lightly scratching my skin. I nipped at that spot just beneath your earlobe, evoking a soft gasp from you, and nearly melting at the sound. My fingers found the hem of your shirt, and I snuck my hands past it. As if my hands had only one goal in mind, I trailed them over your belly and ribs, straight to your breasts...my forearms pulling your shirt up higher with the movement. Damn...you weren't wearing a bra. I lightly rolled your nipples between my fingers, your back arching closer to my hands in response. I couldn't wait any longer. The blood in my body was pulsing to one central location, the ache increasing with every breath my constricted lungs took. I deftly drew your shirt up over your head and tossed it to the floor, my breath rushing out of me as my eyes absorbed the beautiful sight before them. "God, you are breathtaking," I whispered, smiling as your face reddened. If possible, your nipples hardened even more so as I hungrily swooped down on them. My warm mouth enclosed around a nub, and your hands immediately pulled my head closer, pushing your breast further into my mouth. You cried my name softly. The sound is music to my ears, cascading over my body. As my tongue flickered back and forth over your nipple, my hands drifted to the button of your jeans, unbuttoning them without conscious knowledge. My fingers slowly lowered your zipper and danced at the edge of your panties. My hand slipped past the band and down slowly, my fingertips gently caressing the soft hair. My middle finger finds the beginning of your slit, venturing further down until I find your clitty, already swollen. I softly flick my fingertip over it, sending a small spasm through your body. You buried your face in my neck as my hand continued downwards. You were unbelievably wet. My breath rasped near your ear. My fingers becoming soaked with your essence, I trail two fingers up to your clitty, spreading the juice over the swollen nub. Your body twitches against mine, another gasp escaping from your throat and you bite at my shoulder. I could've come from that alone, but I steeled myself and focused on you. I increased my movements against your clit, my middle finger rotating in circles, faster and faster. Your moans came more frequently, your breath quickening. I knew I could have sent you over the edge with a few more strokes, but I wasn't ready for that just yet. "I have to taste you..." I groaned near your ear. You shivered in response, but allowed me to gently push your body over the table, laying you down over the cool wood. I pushed aside a bag of groceries to make room for your head. I spread your legs apart, nestling myself between your hips. My gaze locked with yours, and the unbridled passion I saw in your eyes was the affirmation I needed. I trailed kisses and nibbles from your neck, over your shoulder and breasts, down your belly and to the waistband of your jeans. Your fingers buried in my hair once more as my own fingers hooked and pulled your jeans and panties down over your waist, my mouth just inches from your heat. I pulled your jeans and panties off your legs and immediately removed my own shirt. I swirled my tongue around your belly button and continued lower, my chin being lightly tickled by your pubic hair. I kissed a trail over the curls and to your inner thighs, while breathing in deeply. I could smell the juices streaming from your hot core and couldn't resist tasting you any longer. My tongue slowly parted your pussy lips, sinking deep into you, your essence streaming over my tongue. The salty sweetness made my head spin. I thrust my tongue as deep as I could, my hands grasping your hips and pulling you even closer. Your moans made the blood race through my veins, and my sole intention became making you scream my name as you tumbled over the edge. My tongue traveled back up to your clitty, my teeth capturing the nub and pulling it into my mouth. As my head slowly moved from side to side, I slipped two fingers slowly into your pussy hole. The heat shot up my arm as I began to thrust in and out of you, rocking you back and forth on the table. Your head was thrown back and your hands were in my hair, gripping hard and pulling. I absolutely loved it. You began to mumble, "oh god" and thrust your hips up into my mouth and fingers. I knew you were close. The walls of your pussy tightened a bit around my fingers, so I plunged deeper still as my tongue flicked reverently at your clit. Then it happened. Your hips rose from the table and thrust hard against my fingers, pulling them even deeper inside you. My name came tumbling from your mouth in a cry as you pulled my mouth closer to your throbbing clit. Oh god, I thought, this is paradise. All Feedback is appreciated! Sage and Sea The heady scent of golden wheat, burning wood and fallen leaves, mingles with the far off scent of the sea. The fragrances of autumn drift gently through the air, my nostrils flare ever so slightly as I breathe deeply into my lungs. The moon is as round and orange as a ripe pumpkin. A giant orb hanging low and bright in the sky; its glow matches the glow in my eyes as I approach the gathering of people. My boots made of whisper soft doeskin, laced up to my calf, pad lightly over the loamy trodden path, bringing me closer to my destination. My lips curve into a smile and I am filled with anticipation at the sights my eyes behold; bonfire blazing, bejeweled dancers sparkling, hands coaxing rhythm upon drums ... The drummers have formed a circle around the dancers who dance around the fire in a circle, to celebrate the full moon. I have become of an age suitable for marriage; am allowed to dance now as a woman and I follow my father impatiently as we reach the festivity. Sensing my eagerness he steps aside, sweeping his hand towards the fire, signaling my release. I am on my own for the very first time, untamed and free; it is now up to me to control my destiny. I will dance tonight, the daughter of a rich man; I am full of beauty, confidence and grace. I weave through the crowd; step lightly through a space between two drummers and feel many eyes turn upon me when I go as near to the fire as my skin can tolerate. The hot licking flames threaten to consume my flesh and yet I cannot stop this trembling from deep within. I turn to face the drums. The harmony of their beat seeps into the very core of my being, enticing my body to move; every sense aroused by the sensual groove. My hair cascades down my back in shimmering waves, wild like the mane of a horse. The light fabric of my skirt, flaming red hue of an autumn leaf, flutters around my legs; butterfly kisses as I sway. Pretty, sheer peasant blouse dips low around my shoulders; nipples delicately teasing... I am very pleased with this evening. Amidst my dancing I look across the fire right into a Man's eyes. I have never seen him before and I realize He has been watching me as He plays upon His drum. A pleasant hum thrills along my body as I fall into those eyes. They are the color of the darkest golden-amber honey; dripping sweet in their endlessness. I decide I will entice the bronze muscle and sinew man; I am beauty, confidence and I am free. I begin to dance for and tease He; this Man who gazes at me so intensely from across the sparking embers of the fire. His image shimmer's and floats in the waves of heat; the sultry drums and heat; my heart beats as it never has before. I feel a change inside my soul, a change so profound I know that I will never be the same. Hands fly faster upon drums. With each sweet shimmy of my hips and every tantalizing sway, I can see His passion grow from a smoldering ember into a raging glow that rivals the great fire between us. My skin is glistening with a fine sheen of sweat; I am swept away by this energy... I throw back my head, close my eyes and in sheer abandon utter a cry that echoes into the night. I am filled with delight at having captivated the attention of a man such as Him. When I open my eyes again, he is no longer there. I scan the crowd quickly but do not see Him anywhere. I blush at my obviousness and quickly avert my attention to the ground. Peeking out of the corner of sullen lashes, I realize He has truly gone without a trace. I can still see the surreal image of His face burned into my mind. I nearly want to cry. Not once did He even smile at me, just gazed upon me all the while I had so boldly tried to beguile him from across the fire. Had I only imagined the desire I thought I had seen raging in His eyes? A week has passed but I am still moody and brood over the Man with the Drum. I shun the attention of yet another hopeful suitor and my father shakes his head at my ill temper as he turns from me to shut the door. I stick my tongue out behind his back, continue to pout and make a vow that if I ever see the God in Flesh man at the circle again, I will ignore him and I certainly will not dance for him. Eagerly I await the passing of the days until the next gathering of the drums... The full moon is finally upon us and I prepare for this night with attention to every detail. I clasp the weight of a hand-made pewter necklace about my throat. The finely crafted, jeweled heirloom rests at the hollow of my slender neck, soaking up the heat of the blood pulsing through my veins. Pewter chains inlaid with precious stones dangle alluringly over my bare belly and around my hips; a smile flits over my lips as I look with satisfaction upon my reflection in the mirror. I finish lacing my boots; I am ready to go. My father and I arrive and I stride confidently ahead of him this time, through the beating drums. I chance a quick glance around as another dancer and I embrace, but I do not see the face I am looking for. There is an open place by the fire and I go to it, begin to move my body with the sensuous fluidity of water. I writhe; reach my hands to the skies and my heart skips a beat when I spy a man approaching along the path. It is Him and He carries his drum upon his shoulder. The muscles of his thighs ripple under finely tailored breeches; bronze skin contrasting against white linen shirt opened loosely at his throat. As he begins to play I make my way a little closer, waiting for the moment he will see me. When His eyes finally come to rest upon mine I stare into his for a long cool time; turn my back on him haughtily... And then I begin the dance. I enchant the drums as I make my way around the circle and I tease. I steal a glimpse in his direction; He does not look pleased. The rhythm of the pounding drums picks up speed. Bending my body back like a reed in the wind, I let my hair flow nearly to the ground and giggle in arrogance and pride at ignoring him so. The drummers beat a fiery tempo until they can go no more; they cease in unison and I release my shrill cry into the moon lit sky. I am given a sudden fright when fingers brush lightly along my back. I turn quickly and gaze straight into the chest of Him. His closeness flusters me out of my grace; the pleasing scent of sage drifts to my nostrils as I glance up quickly at His stony face. His eyes have a chill but I can feel the heat radiating from his body as he leans near to mine and whispers huskily into my ear, "Take care who you dance for sweet, spirited mare." I watch numbly as he goes to his drum and throwing it upon his shoulder; walks away into the night. I feel surly and forlorn when I awaken late the next morn; I am a woman scorned and the hotness of tears wells up in my eyes. I don my riding clothes as every morning before and walk out sullenly to the barn door. I step inside and can't help but smile when I am greeted by a soft whinny. I can see by the gleam in the mare's obsidian eyes that she is eagerly awaiting our ride together. I run a brush over her glossy hide, tighten the girth of the light leather saddle and place the bridle over her ears. Leaping astride her back we leave the stable behind and step onto the path that winds its way through the forest and eventually to the sea. She and I make our way into the dense line of trees and I gaze quietly upon the magic that is all around me. The rays of the rising sun filter through the lush canopy overhead, glistening upon wisps of mist rising from the ground. I imagine myself surrounded by fairies and other fanciful woodland creatures until my fleet steed becomes restless. She tosses her head, asking for the reins and I release my hold; let her go. The cadence of her hooves beats faster and faster. Her speed is blistering; she can feel my burning need to be far away. I crouch low over her withers until she finally tires and slows. Her flaring nostrils glow burning red in the backdrop of the sun as she exhales two plumes of hot steam into the air like a dragon. Her sides are heaving from her labored breathing and lather drips off of her belly and onto the ground. As we stand there, I become suddenly aware that the forest is strangely hush. I get the uncanny feeling that we are not alone and my mare pricks up her ears; confirms my fears as three dark riders emerge from the shadows of the trees. They resemble birds of prey swooping down upon me as their cloaks billow out behind them. I quickly realize that my horse is too tired to try and flee and I lash out at the rider nearest to me with my short braided whip. It curls around his arm and I gasp in alarm when he jerks it to him and I am pulled swiftly forward. He uses my momentum to fling me belly-down upon a blanket he has draped over the front of his hunting saddle. Sputtering extremely un-lady like words, I struggle fiercely until the man brings the palm of his hand down with a solid crack upon my fanny. I am subdued; stunned that he has dared to treat me in such a manner. My wrists are tied behind my back, my feet are bound, and a dark silk handkerchief is placed firmly over my eyes. I sniffle in fear; in outrage that I am hanging there in front of him like a slain deer. His low voice reaches my ears; reassures me that all will be well as long as I behave. I think that this man just may be the biggest knave I have ever met. I wonder why he has captured me... Surely he must know that my father is wealthy and intends upon holding me for ransom? Our journey together begins along the sandy trail in the forest. We ride in silence. To take my mind off my predicament and stinging behind, I concentrate on listening... to the piercing calls of a hawk, the sighs of the leaves in the breeze, the steady breathing of the horses; my own breathing. I feel thankful for the blanket that cushions my body from the saddle. Become grateful also for the warmth of the cloak I had donned earlier this day, to stave off the slight chill on my way out to the barn. It seems as if we travel for hours and I grow bored and weary. I can tell from the muffled sound of the horses' hooves upon the ground that we have strayed off onto a different path. We approach a splashing stream and pause at the edge. Our horse lowers its head to drink and my rider rests his hand upon my side to keep me from rolling away. The piquant aroma of a plant the men smoke; mingles with their relaxed banter in a language I do not comprehend. I think of escape and his fingers start to move ever so slightly, stroking my side lightly as if I am a pussy cat. The horse abruptly raises its head, and I feel relieved when the rider instead places both hands back upon the reins. We continue our passage. After a short while to my dismay I feel the man's hand searching for a way under my cloak. He gains entry and his fingers begin to roam, becoming bolder as they trace the curve of my breast. He is baiting me and I stumble right into his jest. I shriek and heave mightily, causing the horse to shy uneasily sideways. The man briskly delivers another spanking and there is laughter this time. My pride hurts just as badly as my behind and I clench my fists... because my hands are tied I can do nothing to try and ease the pain. Grudgingly I decide that for now, there is nothing further to gain from ill behavior... I do not stir or make a sound when he delves back under my cloak and finds his way into my gauzy cotton shirt. He explores the silk sash I wear across my breasts, tied at the back for support when I ride; tells me how very clever I am while his fingers pry at the knot. It soon comes undone and he seizes one end of the sash, pulling it to him smoothly. The sensation of the silk rushing over my nipples sends divine ripples up and down my spine. I hear the man snuff at the warm delicate fabric, savoring the fragrance of me; he is like a stallion testing the air with flaring nostrils for the scent of a mare in heat. The man massages along the path of my spine; traces the curve of my hip and down and around until his fingers find the place where the V of my split riding skirt meets between my legs. He embarks upon a thorough inquisition of this new found treasure and I bite my lip; my breath quickening. My face is aflame and I try my best to stay silent as he plays this game; I would be so ashamed if the other riders knew. He groans low in his chest when his fingers feel the wetness that begins to seep through the fabric of my panties and skirt. I whimper softly in despair that my desire be so apparent. He gives the cheek of my behind an affectionate squeeze, then simply withdraws his hand. And I am left there to wonder if a ransom is not what this man has in mind after all. Just as my breathing calms in my chest it seems we have reached our destination. The horses are brought to a rest and I hear a rider hop down and approach us. I bide my time as he releases the binds from around my ankles and lifts me off of the saddle. As soon as my feet touch the ground I burst into a frenzy of action, snarling as I go after him with teeth bared. The fervor of my attack takes the man by surprise and the air whooshes audibly from his lungs when I jab him in the belly. I have earned my freedom, albeit temporarily as he backs away to nurse his wounds. I stand there warily like an animal at bay, waiting for a way to fight or escape. There is a creaking of saddle leather as the two other riders dismount their horses. They draw quickly near and I hear the voice of the one I recognize. He chides my antics as he lays hold onto my tangled hair with his fingers. Securing his arm around my middle, he drags me back into the wall of his chest; reaches up over my breasts and nearly encircles my neck in the span of his hand. He applies pressure lightly just until my breath whispers slightly in my throat. It is a warning well heeded. I can feel the power coursing through the tendons and muscles of his fingers and I press the length of my body into him, signaling my submission. He tosses me over his shoulder like a drum; thanks his men for a job well done, and the horses are led away. I am carried into a quiet place and we climb a flight of stairs. His boots make a distinctive ringing sound upon what can only be a marble floor. There is a soft click as he turns the handle of a door and lets it swing wide; pausing for a moment as we step inside, to inhale deeply. The air is filled with the heady attar of sage and sea; it brings to my mind a fleeting sense of familiarity... He sets me onto the softness of a bed; removing my cloak as a myriad of thoughts race through my head. I hear him sit upon a chair, remove his boots and his bared feet pad about the room. A door closes; another opens and he stokes a crackling fire. He makes his way back to me and the bed dips slightly as he places his weight upon it next to mine. Untying my wrists, he murmurs soothingly into my ear, "Please do not be afraid for I did not bring you here to hurt you. I have brought you here to teach you a lesson, and I will only do to you what you invite me to do." I sit tensely, greatly questioning the kind of lesson that I am here to learn. My fingers twitch, itching to rip the blindfold from my eyes. He senses my intentions; swiftly grips my hips between the vice of his thighs and leans forward, pushing me back into the bed. He threads his fingers through mine and spreads my arms wide like a soaring bird. I can feel his manhood straining against his breeches upon my belly and I realize that he is truly not interested in a ransom. I shriek like a heathen; buck, turn, twist beneath him and try to reach for his flesh with my teeth. He chuckles at me; rides out the tempest, keeping just out of reach as I carry on. His heaviness encumbers my struggles; I am panting for breath and must take a rest. He moves his lips to my neck, grazes his teeth and nips me there, telling me that I am very spirited. Enraged, I squeal and wage yet another epic battle until my muscles strain with effort and I am drawing breath in great ragged gasps. He admonishes me for fighting him so, lets me know that I am only hurting myself and promises that he will leave me unbound only if I behave impeccably. I nod meekly in agreement as I turn my head to the side. It is not my wish to be helpless, blindfolded and tied... He eases his body off of mine and my lungs gratefully expand to take in more air. I do not even care to flinch when his fingers unlace the slender ribbons of my blouse. He pulls it low around my shoulders, over my arms and bunches it at my waist, then moves to undo the stays of my skirt. He grasps the garments at my hips; slips them smoothly down my thighs, my knees; over my feet until I hear them fall in a heap upon the floor. I have only my doeskin boots left on anymore to spare my dignity. I bend my knees, tucking my heels up against the roundness of my cheeks in an effort to hide my bareness. His hands have the delectable roughness of a cats tongue as he runs them along my body until coming to a rest upon my clenched knees. He asks me in a seductive gentle voice, to please open my legs for him. I hesitate, contemplate... am startled when I hear him say, "You might as well obey because either way, I will win." I decide to give in. My body is the focus of his attention once again. He grazes his bare chest over mine before the moist heat of his mouth finds my nipple; swirls his tongue and suckles, then gives the same attention to the other one. He cups my breasts in the palms of his hands and I arch my back to him; a craving stirring in my loins as he kneads my pearly satin skin. His lips create a trail of bliss as he journeys down and places a kiss right above my womb. Goes down even further and I seize his thick hair; shocked when he dares to dip his tongue there into the sweet spot between my legs. His fingers spread the petals of my lotus flower, giving him access to the succulent nectar inside. He licks me, flicks his tongue over my sensitive bud and eases a moistened finger into me, gently opening my untried body, teasing and playing until I moan and writhe beneath him. I voice my displeasure when he withdraws from me briefly to undo the lacings of his breeches... My body trembles, I ache with need and I am a flowing river. He moves back between my knees and I dig my fingernails into his sides; open my legs wide in invitation. I feel the strength of his restraint as he glides his pulsing flesh into mine ever so slow; going deeper, slowly deeper until he seems to touch my very soul. Our bodies meet and begin to instinctively dance to a primal ancient beat. The steady rhythm and heat of our undulating flesh lures me onto the threshold of Elysium. I urge him into me; wanton with lust and he responds, his hips thrusting harder, faster; more insistent. He presses his warm lips to mine and the scent of me upon them drives me over the edge into a divine abyss. A torrent of blazing energy releases in me; brighter than a thousand suns and more powerful than a stormy sea. He rides out the tumultuous waves and when my cries of passion have ceased, he becomes very still inside of me. I lie there with his body upon mine; legs entwined with his in this lover's embrace. He tenderly runs his fingers along my face, pausing when he reaches the silk blindfold, only a moment, before he sweeps it away ...and my breath stays in my throat when I look upon the face of Him; the Man with the Drum. I gaze with amazement into the deep golden amber pools of his eyes. I am reflected there, but hardly recognize the image of me that I see; it is satiated, untamed and lovely. It seems as if my captor has in truth set me free and I am filled with gladness that it is He. A smile is upon his lips as he rises on his arms above me with triumph in his stance, and says in a sultry voice, "Now we will dance together." Sage and Sea And I am entranced when he places his hand over mine and guides it around his lovely penis. We stroke the satiny steel flesh in a sensual rhythmic motion until a liquid jewel glistens upon the tip. He spreads my legs, spreads my vagina and we sigh in unison when he is once again fully embraced in my warm velvety space. Our bodies begin to sensuously writhe; his throbbing manhood gliding in and out of me... Oh, the intoxication of his kiss as his tongue glides between my lips... His man hair teases my love swollen bud between our undulating hips, stoking again the fires of my desire to blazing. I watch the pleasure upon his face as he surges forward; our cries of ecstasy mingling as he releases his need and seed deeply into my body. We fall back into the downy-soft bed, spent and satisfied; letting our impassioned breathing subside. The fire crackles and pops in a heavy clay pot just outside the open balcony door. The heat from the flames chases away the slight chill of autumn and the dampness in the air. I lay there in His arms as he runs his hand languidly along my side; listening serenely to the tide washing upon the sandy shore. I gaze lazily upon the elegantly furnished room ablaze in the splendid fuchsia hues from the last rays of the setting sun. As I close my sleepy eyes I breathe deeply of sage and sea, feeling very pleased... -Hearing him say, as I drift away; feather softly into my ear... "Take care who you dance for, my sweet, spirited mare." Sage's First Time I remember meeting him on a cold winter night as I took one of my usual walks through a nearby and nearly deserted park. I sat on one of the benches, my hands buried deep in the pockets of my coat and enjoying the quiet sound of the leaves brushing together, and suddenly the surprising sound of footsteps. "All alone at this time of night?" Asked a male voice. Initially, I was confused. I figured I was alone and although I heard footsteps I didn't think they were so close. Little did I know this person, Luke, would become someone I would trust with my life. We grew close and I, a quiet and shy boy new to love and experiencing the real world became attached to someone I had only heard negative remarks about. "Oh, Luke?" Most would ask. "He'll kick anybody's ass without question. He's completely rude." I ignore what anybody else has to say about him. And so far, I've been given good reason to. Our first night spent together consisted of me visiting his quaint and comforting home a few weeks after meeting. He told me to pack a spare set of clothing for the night and for the next day, which of course, I was glad to do. We spent the evening laughing until our sides ached and watching random television shows on his living room couch. Once night hit, just like any couple would do, we headed into the bedroom. Being a complete virgin to everything except his (and only his) hugs and kisses, I was nervous. Very nervous. To the point that when I was changing into my boxers and t-shirt in his bathroom before crawling into bed with him, I could feel my small hands shaking. I distinctly remember looking at myself in the mirror and then down at my body. I could just tell what was to come of the night, and although I was more than happy to give my virginity up to him, I was afraid of the pain or the mistakes I'd probably end up making. But I sucked in my fear and made my way out of the comfort of my alone time in his bathroom and into his warm king-sized bed. He smiled warmly at me and rested his arm over the pillow my head would otherwise be laying on, giving me a nice space to cuddle up into. Promply after resting my head on his shoulder I looked up into his eyes and soon his lips came in closer and met mine. I kissed him passionately, just as I always did, but this time it was deeper and more desperate in a sense. I could feel his body shift so he could carefully wrap his arms around me, one of his hands resting on my side. As he did this I couldn't help but smile against his lips and he did the same against mine, yet with an additional playful bite which admittedly make my grin wider. After kissing to the point of needing to catch our breath, as we breathed softly against each other's lips, he began to slip my shirt off and soon did the same to his. My slim frame was nothing compared to his toned and fairly muscular build. I looked into his eyes as he trailed his fingers down my body, teasing at the waistband of my boxers. His touch sent shivers down my spine and oddly enough, caused my back to subtly arch. He pressed his soft lips to my neck, a sensation that caused my erection to harden more than it possibly ever has. Not to mention force a soft breath out of my lips. "This is your first time, isn't it?" He asked softly as his lips grazed my skin. I nodded simply in return, "Yeah." I turned to look him dead in the eyes once more and he grinned. "I promise I'll go easy- as long as you're okay with doing this." I smiled back at him, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "I want to. I don't want anybody else to be my first." Without saying another word, he sat up in bed between my legs as I lay there in bed on my back. He pulled my boxers down slowly to reveal my throbbing cock and causing it to rest against my stomach. Soon after he kicked his own boxers off and I couldn't help but stare momentarily. The size wasn't a surprise as he always liked for me to sit on his lap and by doing that I could get a vague idea of what was through his jeans. He leaned over to his nightstand and grabbed out a purple bottle and he flicked the cap open. "It'll be cold." He warned with a slight chuckle laced into his words. "But I promise you'll like it." I bit my lip and spread my legs open a bit more for him as he poured some of the lubricant over a couple of his fingers. I knew exactly what it was and what was expected of me, but I could only assume considering how new to this whole sex thing I was. He looked down into my bright blue eyes and a small noise of surprise escaped my lips as he slid a single finger into me. It was a weird feeling, it wasn't painful but it was just odd. "You okay?" He asked sincerely and I replied with a reassuring nod and smile. "I'm fine, just new to this." I replied. He put the bottle off to the side and leaned in close to me, kissing at my collarbone and my neck. He began to move his finger in further and soon added in another when it seemed like I was getting used to the sensation, which I was. "I think you're ready for the real thing now." Luke said as he slipped his fingers out of me. I felt empty and almost wanted to put them back in, it was just started to feel really nice. But after thinking about it for just a second, the real thing was probably so much better. And it was. He positioned the head of his cock right at my entrance, just barely pushing in at first, so little that I wasn't yet penetrated. It was this moment that I realized our lack of a condom, but I was so filled with lust and trust that I didn't care nor did I think about it again. I very gently rested my hands on the sides of his neck as he positioned my legs around his waist. "Tell me if it hurts, Sage." He told me. "I will." I replied, biting my lip and letting him take full control. He slowly slid into me, causing me to gasp softly, but so little as to not worry him but just to get the point across that I was still adjusting to having something so large in a space only just big enough. He kissed my neck and moved his sexy body against mine as he thrusted further into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes. 'I thought it would hurt more than this.' I remember thinking to myself. Soon after I reached the point of being able to take in most of his cock he reached his hand down and began to pump my cock in such a pleasureful way that it caused me to moan and whimper, more than I had been. The feeling of his breath and moans against my neck paired with the sensation of his hand firmly around my cock forced my eyes shut. Never had my body been consumed with so much pleasure. It didn't take long for him to be able to thrust into me fairly quickly and deep without causing me pain. Somehow it was like he knew just when to stop, just when to ease up, just when to keep going, and just when to pick up the pace. He rested his forehead on my own, causing our moans and heavy breathing to mix nearby both of our lips. "I'm getting close." He informed me as he shut his eyes for the first time that night. I knew I was getting close too, very close, and the amount of pleasure rushing through my body left me only able to mumble the words, "Me too." I could feel his body, especially his hands tremble and he looked at me almost with an expression of worry. Without time to ask him what was wrong, I could feel a sudden warm sensation inside me and I knew then that he was worrying about forgetting to pull out. I smiled to reassure him that it was okay and almost immediately after I came as well, shooting my load all over my chest and stomach. We stayed remotely still for a few moments, allowing our bodies to calm down. I remember how sexy his grin was before he licked every last drop of my cum off my body and how sexy his chuckle was after doing so. "How'd you like that?" He asked, his eyes gleaming with hope and curiosity. "I loved it." I replied, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Without uttering a single more word, we both got adjusted and snuggled up together. I fell asleep in his arms for the first time that night contently, only wondering what the morning would bring us.