3 comments/ 19162 views/ 1 favorites Consummated Desire By: joiphulone He walked into the room unsure what to expect. This was their first time alone together. Many weeks of teasing and flirting, finally was coming to a close with an actual planned sexual encounter. They worked together and had discussed meeting alone some place secretly and acting on all their wild fantasies. The fact that they were both married didn’t stand in the way of their intense desire for each other. This day had taken a lot of planning to bring this to reality. Meeting at a hotel and paying cash under a false name, with the agreement to arrive at different times so that no one could form an association between the two. Their attraction for each other was so strong that they were willing to do whatever it took to be alone if even for just a little while. As he closed the hotel door, he saw that she was already there sitting in a chair off to the side with the shades drawn closed with only a small lamp on for some mild lighting. Smiles were nervously exchanged and she stood to greet him. “Hello, I’m glad that you came. I must admit I was very anxious that you wouldn’t show. I know that the guilt weighs heavy on you.” She said as she stepped closer to him. “Hi. Yeah, I made it. You are so very tempting to me with your long legs, round ass and sultry lips…” He responded as he reached his arms out to hold her. Her arms instantaneously wrapped around his neck as their lips lightly touched. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes and without saying a word, joined mouths for a deep penetrating kissed. He caressed her back through her long winter coat as she moved her hands to the zipper of his coat. She unfastened his coat and reached up over his strong shoulders and removed it, letting it drop to the floor. Their unrelenting kisses provided a means for their tongues to dance together as she quickly brought her hands to the bottom of his shirt. She leisurely began to lift up his shirt and pulled it off over his head. At this point he stepped back and unbuttoned her coat revealing a sexy black teddy complete with thigh high nylons and high heel boots. He took a second look starting at her boots to her long legs, and slowly moving his eyes over her lace-covered torso. He could see the excitement in her sparkling eyes and smiled. “All this for me?” he asked as he gazed at her tender looking breasts held back by black lace. He could see her dark nipples through the material beginning to harden. Looking down seeing the garters holding the nylons in place with a tiny thong barely covering her clean-shaven cunt. She moved closer to him and let her coat fall in a pile. She took his strong hand in hers and led him to the bed saying, “all this and more. I hope you like all that I have planned for our first encounter.” He willingly followed. She sat him down on the edge and bent down taking off his boots making sure that he had a good look at her bare ass cheeks. She then held both of his hands in hers and had him stand up again. Without a word, he stood and put his arms around her and kissed her gently on the forehead, and again on the cheek, followed by one on her wanting lips. Their mouths locked into a deep slow kiss as her hands found their way to his pants where she undid them and removed them so that he was exposed before her. Their desire for each other was evident in the air with their breathing deepening and kisses unbridled. After all this time anticipating what this would be like, they each continued to let their hands roam over each other’s bodies exploring. She let his hand discover its way to the edge of her panties. His fingers traced the hem down to her warmth. He was intrigued that she was already wet in anticipation. He slid one finger inside and she let a quiet sigh escape. He took her leg and lifted it up to the bed. He kept his finger moving within her as her hands roamed over his well-toned body. Her hands had found his large hard member hot and ready to work. She caressed its’ length and gently massaged his balls. He took his finger away from its effort and brought it to his eager mouth. She began to suck and lick his wet finger with him leading them to one more deep and zealous kiss. “I want you so badly. I want to get to know every inch of your hot body. I have wanted you for so very long. To see you naked and to feel your warm flesh against mine and to taste your sweetness.” She spoke as she moved her hands to his chest and pushed him back onto the bed. He fell and landed on the soft bed with a surprised look on his face. Without hesitation, she straddled over him. “What’s the matter? You don’t want me now? Do you not like what you are seeing and feeling?” She asked seeing his facial expression change. “No, I want you too. I want to feel your tight cunt wrapped around my cock and I want to shoot up into the deepest part of you my load of cum that has been building for such a very long time. I am just having a hard time with the guilt.” He confessed. “I have to deal with the same issues when this is over, but we have already come this far and I am so hot for you now, that I don’t want to stop. I know it’s wrong, but my desire for you is stronger. We can get through this together and worry about the guilt when it’s over.” She rationalized. “I guess you’re right. We’ve already crossed the line, and may as well continue. I would like to be happy for just a little while, anyway.” He agreed. “I have plenty of time to fret about it later. We’ve come to far now to stop.” She quieted his talking by using her tongue and lips to explore his mouth making her way down his neck and shoulders. Her fingers found his nipples and teased them as her mouth found the way to his breast too. She sucked on his nipples as they hardened. Her hands lightly grazed over his bare sides as she continued her way down. Her kisses grazed over his stomach and to his hips. Her fingers found the way to his hardness and took hold in preparation for her mouth. She licked her lips to moisten them and moved them to the base of his cock. Her tongue slowly went up his entire length, over its tip and down the opposite side. She moved her tongue back up his shaft and encircled the tip. Her mouth eagerly taking in the tip and sucking it, her tongue tracing over every spot of hot flesh. His cock disappeared when she moved her head down towards him taking it in all in her mouth. His hands reached down to her head and toyed with her hair. His breathing deepened alerting her to the pleasure he was experiencing. This turned her on more pushing her to continue her work with much expertise focusing on her goal of pleasing him. She would alternate between going fast and moving slowly, always keeping her lips tight around his member and constantly going deep. Despite his intense enjoyment, he grabs her hair and pulls her up towards him. She crawled up over him and stopped right above him. He held his dick upright and she squatted down atop of it, moving her panties to the side. She moaned when she took him whole, feeling the tightness of his great size inside her. She put her hands on his chest and began to move herself up and down allowing for the deepest of penetration. Groans of adjustment came from within her as she swelled around his massive cock. He was enjoying his view. He led his hands to unveil her tender breasts from beneath her black lace. Her dark nipples were already hard. His hands were warm to the touch as he held them and massaged them gently. He bent forward enough to put her nipple in his mouth. He began to kiss her breast, as she stretched back to continue her rhythm with her hands on his strong shoulders. His teeth gently nibbled on her erect nipples one at a time. She was dripping wet in her excitement. His cock throbbed from his pleasure. She wanted him and he wanted her. Together, they rolled to the side with her lying underneath. He reentered her from above. They were starring at each other intently. Kissing each other expressed their passion well. All of their desires were being fulfilled. She moved her hands over his body softly as she relished the tender way that he performed. “Oh baby, I’m going to cum. I want you to cum with me.” She pleaded as her body began to tense up. “Not just yet.” He said between deep breaths. His thrusts started to come down harder into her with much faster speed. She took her hand and began to frantically rub her clit. Her other hand climbed up to her breasts and fondled them. His eyes watched her touch her body. Her breast glistened from the heat that was being generated. His mouth came down to them and began to suckle on her tits as his movements continued in a very steady pace. She sighed and moaned at the increasing pleasure she was feeling. He began to push into her with more force as a moan escaped him revealing his impending climax. The sound of him receiving pleasure from her tight cunt excited her to reach her orgasm simultaneously with him. She looked right into his deep brown eyes and only smiled while her hands held him. He lowered his body to rest on top of hers as they both tried to regain a normal breathing pattern. They savored this precious time together holding each other close until they both drifted off to a wonderful sleep. Consummated Desires This is the story that may end up writing itself; who really knows? Capturing the action of sex is easy, and anyone with a modicum of talent can do that. Capture the emotion, though, ah now, you are starting to dwell in the realm of the Gods, and we humans aren't really meant to go there, now are we? At least, we cannot expect to go there and remain unchanged, as if our present forms and lives can go on like nothing special just happened to us. The rules were written for a reason and you should break them only at your own risk. But who writes the rules? Is it Man, or God, or nature herself? Can we be forgiven our trespasses, really? I am 33 years old, and I am a seeker. I have not been afraid of much in my life and I am terrified now. For although the following story is speculative fiction of a sort, I know it has more than the proverbial ounce of truth in it. I also know it has a chance of coming true, and the impact that will have on my life if it does could be irreversible. What would you do if your unrequited love from your young adulthood, your first and truest real love; came into your life and said you had one night to find out how deep and true your feelings really are? Could your ideals of the mind hold up to the realities of the flesh? Or would the very idea be ludicrous? I picture this scenario: it is winter, the time for hibernation and nourishing of the soul. I am burned out from work. No surprise there- I am one of the youngest professionals in my field to hold my position. For the last 12 months I have been traveling, conducting meetings, responding to government inquiries, and generally leading a very grown-up existence. I had some flings a year ago when I thought my relationship with Ray was ending, and seriously considered giving my ex, Chen, another chance and leaving Ray. Nothing really panned out, and my life had grown somewhat stale. Ray and I are ok together but we are more or less intellectual partners. The spark isn't missing, but it never really grew much beyond a spark. We recently moved in together, and the stakes are higher now. We are in the process of consolidating resources. He doesn't love me, but he likes me well enough. We have a good sex life, not a great one. It could be anyone's story of maturing into one's adult life with adult responsibilities. There's no chance of marriage, legal or spiritual, but we're in it together at least for the time being. I need to get away for a weekend. Periodically, I do this to replenish my spirit, which still rebels even after all the years it had to outgrow its wild oats. I've had some pretty interesting adventures, and I've tried not to burn too many bridges along the way. I'm in a place now though where I need to make some pretty heady decisions about my future- follow a secure path or take a plunge into the complete unknown. My job is secure but unfulfilling, and I'm deciding if I have the courage to follow a dream of starting my own consulting business that will take me into literally dangerous places in a 3rd world nation. It is a heady place to be- follow your own dream or realize that what you need right now is a salary and 401K to secure your future. I imagine renting a cabin in Northeastern Pennsylvania, near where I grew up, in a remote state park, for a week. The cabins are modern, they have heat and electric and fireplaces; running water and tables and chairs and beds. They are perfect little getaways. They are located in the middle of thousands of acres of protected land where the starts shine at night like diamonds and you can track foxes by day over miles of new snow. The trees ring them for miles around. Heaven to a soul inclined like mine. I tell only a few people where I am. Ray, of course. My mom, who might come spend a weekend day snowshoeing. On a whim, I tell my old friend Jack, who lives about 45 minutes away. Jack and I have known each other for 23 years, and I have been head over heels in love with him for at least 19 of those years. We have a very close and Platonic friendship that once almost blossomed into something more. I told him one time, 12 years ago, how I felt, and he was unable to respond due to the very real and complicating factor of being engaged to someone else at the time. Since then, he has attained mythical status in my imagination as the "Great Unrequited Love of My Life". One of those sweet fond memories whose realities fade with time but whose thought always makes you smile. We have remained close despite the distance, and talk openly about our lives. I know through my years of talking to him that his marriage is profoundly unhappy. Once, when I was about 26, he hinted that he'd like to spend some alone time with me. I purposely avoided it because I was afraid where it might lead. I've had more than my fair share of sexual adventures, most of them very good, but I've never let myself be involved with a married man. I've bedded women, men, couples, strangers, and even a vampire once (now that's a story for another time, but less interesting than you might think), but never a married man. I have fantasized sexually about him for years, but never in a way that seemed remotely real. I've seen Jack periodically since then, but always on the up and up. I never wanted anyone to even think that something untoward might be going on when there wasn't. Yet. I know that he and his wife have a nonexistent sex life. I know that his youngest daughter is dying. I know that he wishes he'd lived his life differently. And I know that when I look into his blue eyes all I feel is the love I still have for him. I know he once might have felt the same about me. I know that we are older now, and almost all of us have secrets to tell. He sent me a poem recently, about star gazing, that had a line, "Do you feel the need for someone, To fulfill your empty life?/I'm wishing for the same thing, As I watch this star tonight... are we watching the same star?". The symbology is clear, as we both initially fell in love all those years ago while stargazing and holding each other in our arms. He has told me in a dozen little ways he is infatuated with me and always has been. Most importantly, I know that we have a deep and caring soul bond, as we have visited in our dreams several times throughout the intervening years to provide comfort to each other during times of need. As you get older, some limitations seem more real, some absolutely silly to maintain. What seemed unbelievably stupid a year ago doesn't seem so far-fetched now. I imagine telling him where I can be found, and when, and leaving it open. I know what I'm really saying in my invitation to visit. I know I'll spend my days writing and tracking and playing in the snow, and my nights waiting to see if a pair of headlights pull up outside. I know I'll shave my pussy and masturbate at night. And what then if the headlights do show up? Will we look at each other and crack up laughing at the absurdity of the situation? He has given me almost no indication that he has any sexual feelings for me any more. He often talks longingly of "what if's", but seems resigned. I have no business being here. Still- there's this picture I can imagine. It will be evening, so I have a strong fire going for warmth. I am wearing soft velvet pants and a warm silk sash and sweater and fur lined boots. I hate harsh light at night, so I have lit oil lamps and candles and am alternately reading and writing by their warm glow. I see those truck headlights pull up. I see the driver silhouetted by the fading dashboard light, sitting for a moment before deciding to come in. When Jack actually comes to the door, I open it, and invite him inside. He hugs me warmly, picking me up off my feet as he always does, and spinning me in a circle. It's so good to see you, how are you doing, etc. We make small talk about our jobs and families. I delight in his nearness, and the feel of his strong arms wrapped around me when he hugs me. He holds me just a second longer than normal- if I weren't paying attention, I would miss it. I offer him a cup of hot chocolate, homemade. I love to cook. While the chocolate is melting on the stove, we go outside to stargaze. The snow sparkles in the moonlight with millions of little diamond-like crystals. Our breath frosts the air, which, aside from the squeaking and crunching of our feet in the snow, is perfectly still. An owl hoots plaintively, then is silent. The Milky Way is spread out above us like a jewel studded carpet. Orion chases Taurus across the horizon, flanked by faithful Sirius. The sky holds, suspended, for us. It is a fairy tale night, crisp and cold and pure. We start to reminisce about the old days, quietly, afraid to disturb the perfection of the surroundings. He takes my hand, gently, and kisses it, barely brushing my knuckles with his lips. I am glad he cannot read my expression. He carefully slips the tip of my finger between his lips, suckles it gently, then lets go like it never happened. We stand for a moment, an eternity, perhaps both contemplating a lifetime of might-have-been's. Then, without need of words, we silently turn together to walk back towards the cabin. Back inside, I scrape chocolate into the milk, and add marshmallows, a starlight mint, and vanilla. When I go camping, I go prepared, damnit. It is a child's treat, but that makes it no less tasty. We sip hot chocolate while I perch on the edge of the table, being too restless for the chair. We spend a good deal of time continuing to bring up old memories about camping together for all those years. It is a little strange for me. I am no longer the child I was when I fell in love with him. I wonder how he sees me now? As the little girl who adored him, or the grown woman I am now? Something in-between? And why should I care? As we continue to talk, I think back to his gesture outside. I remember the things we are not talking about, waiting patiently under the stars as innocent as lambs until everyone else left or was asleep, and then cautiously making out silently under covers. He was such a good kisser, and had such great hands. We never did the deed, but came close a few times! I wonder now, can he sense that my throat is tightening at this moment with those unspoken memories? Is he embarrassed by them? Does he know that my nipples are throbbing under my bra and sash? Does he suspect that my pussy lips are fluttering from his presence? Can he actually smell my mounting need over the scent of woodsmoke and chocolate? I am both embarrassed and turned on. I don't know how I should feel in this situation. I'm afraid of what he would think of me if he knew the filthy things I am imagining. What if his intentions really are only friendly? Am I out of line? I try not to shake visibly as my genitals spasm under my clothes. Try it sometime- it's not easy! There's a song I love, with the lines, "and a voice on the phone said I'll be home/ when I get these wheels to start/ and it's not my promise that I'll break this time/ but someone else's heart" This is how I've always thought of my feelings for Jack- that if he were to pick up the phone and tell me he was coming for me, I'd drop everything in my life to be with him. I've tested every relationship I've been in with the metric, "if Jack called today, what would I really do?" Now I'm faced with the reality of Jack in front of me, and I freeze. I realize I don't know what I'll do, after all. It is a little girl's fantasy I hold. My supposed love for him is pure because it's never had to be tested by the realities of day to day living. I presume he also has fantasies about me as the perfect lover for exactly the same reason. There's a reason unrequited loves are so powerful- they do pose the ideal fantasy, and reality never has the chance to screw it up. If we made yesterday's dream a reality, would we wake up regretting it? Would it cure us both or would it just make things awkward? The last thing I want is hurt feelings to mar my beautiful friendship with him. I've not had an easy life. I have long pictured my soul as a little fragile thing made of spun glass, like you see in the artisan shops in the mall around Christmas time. I have kept it safe my whole life by not getting into dangerous situations where it could be dropped or broken beyond repair. All my loves have been safe because I never let anyone save an untested man guard it for me. If Jack and I were to consummate my desires here tonight, I fear I would lose that protection. My heart would be unguarded, where anything might happen. It might finally break open from the strain of the hurt I carry with me, leaving my soul vulnerable. I sense he feels my hesitation too, and is thus reluctant to make any move in my direction. We talk for a while longer without looking into each other's eyes, perhaps afraid of what we will or will not see? His body language says at one point he has overstayed his welcome, and he rises to take leave and go home. Yet, inevitably our eyes meet, and shiver goes down my spine. This is not adolescent desire we are feeling, and we both know it. It does not surprise me in the least when Jack actually walks over to me, embraces me while standing in front of me on the table, tilts my head back, and just gazes into my face. He runs his hands down my hair. He shyly brushes his lips to mine and kisses me, gently at first, then more insistently. Claiming his due after all these years. Do I respond? Of course I do. Holding his stare with mine, fully aware of the choice I am making. Knowing where this is going. The interesting thing is that it doesn't feel awkward at all. It's not like kissing my brother, or like being in high school again. I realize in an instant that he is a man responding to a woman he desires in a very real and carnal way. I realize in an instant I am his world tonight, and he wants me as badly as he has ever wanted any woman. If my body's response is any indication, I also see him as a man I desire with equal fervor. There is probably no stopping us after that first damning kiss that seals our fate. It is an act so loaded with intent not only do I really feel for the first time, despite a few trivial dalliances, that I am cheating on my lover at home; but I may as well have already spent the entire night fucking the man I am with. My tongue indicates as much as I explore his mouth, communicating my feelings in a matter of seconds. I literally melt into him. His hands hold my head and he continues to stroke my hair. He hesitates, thinks, almost stops, then kisses me again. His hands caress my neck and shoulders, without either hurry or hesitation. We kiss wantonly for at least ten minutes. There's nowhere to go from here but onward. I imagine he lays me back on the table, running his hands wantonly up my sides, under my sash, while I wrap my calves around his legs, pulling him towards me. As he undoes my top, letting the soft material pool around me, a few words are spoken. Ground rules. This can never happen again, we'll never speak of this. From here on out, it is unfair to ever say to each other "what if?" This is our one chance to know what it could have been like. No one knows we're here together. It will be our secret. We don't want to die never having had this experience. All in whispers. There are no pretenses. I want him to make love to me, and at the same time I want to fuck his brains out and feast on his cum while it dribbles down my chin. I want him throbbing inside me. I want to speak unbelievably filthy fantasies to him and have him act them out. I want him to hold me and tell me he'll never leave me again. I can tell he is equally conflicted. He undresses my torso like he's unwrapping a gift he's been expecting his whole life. His fingers tremble but they don't falter, and they certainly don't stop. He is exploring the forbidden territory he is about to claim. I have no time to think about consequences. Nor do I have time to be afraid. All I feel now are his hands and mouth. He smells of wood and smoke and leather and man. His whiskers are rough against my delicate skin. He kisses my neck, nips my ear, buries his face in my hair. His hands unclasp my bra, exposing my nipples to the air. He suckles them with a fierceness and tenderness I've never experienced before. The calloused, gentle hands I've dreamed about my entire adult life caress my breasts gently while his tongue lashes my skin. His teeth nip me. He seemingly tries to drown himself in my mounds, licking and sucking and nibbling, savoring them. All thoughts of right and wrong instantly fade into the background. I am peeling off my reservations in layers with each layer of clothing he undoes. My body and soul are both being laid bare to him. This man has made love to his wife only three times in the past year. I now plan to at least double that number tonight for him. I can live only with short-term thoughts like that right now. More is incomprehensible. I use my hands to push more of my breasts into his mouth, inviting him to do absolutely whatever he wants. He responds by biting down into my flesh with unmistakable lust. He growls in the back of his throat as he prepares to ravish his little she-wolf. He removes my top and bra completely, and moans softly. A part of me is still not present, and is holding back, with enough clarity as to think, "what is like to make love to your soul mate after over a decade of waiting?" I run my hands down his back, unable to come to terms in my mind yet that this is really happening. At the same time, my intuition is already fully there. It forces my body to respond even as my mind becomes dazed with the power of the situation. Jack caresses my smooth skin through the soft, thick velvet of my pants. His touch on my calves and thighs sends a new wave of chills down my spine. As he tugs my boots off and slides my pants down my legs, he sees I'm not wearing underwear, and I am doubly bare for him, and he draws in his breath. My body is now responding at a level that is terrifying to me because it is so powerful. I feel my ovaries ache with pending spontaneous ovulation, my pussy twitch in anticipation, and my heart skip several beats. I almost black out from the surge of energy that rushes through me, lighting me on fire inside. He pushes me back and lowers his face to my thighs, and my pussy absolutely gushes liquid on the table. There's no way he can mistake me for the girl I was twelve years ago. I am quite frankly going into a woman's lustful heat inches in front of his face. My scent is overpowering and unmistakable. I've never been so ready for a man's touch. That does it- my mind snaps completely into the present moment. I now could be the fucking Whore of Babylon. I spread my legs as wide as I can, and finger my open dripping pussy for him. I've known him my whole life but realize I hardly know him at all. It's too late to turn back, though, for either of us. I have no earthly idea what to expect, yet somehow I also know I've been with him a thousand times before. I shake in anticipation of his next move. Tables are for dining, after all. He abruptly buries his mouth into the folds of my cunt, his lips and tongue immediately eating me out like a starving man offered his first meal in days. He drinks my wetness, savors it, and drinks more. My body produces replacement in copious amounts to match his appetite. His hands caress my thighs as he holds me spread open. He continues looking me in the eye. In the soft lamplight, it is a look that is both tender and lustful. He knows exactly what he wants, and he's making sure I want it too. Unashamedly, he continues delving deeper into the open hole between my spread-eagle legs. I start to moan under his ministrations. He feasts with unhurried abandon. He works his stiff tongue in and out of me, stopping only to nip my clit and relish the flowing juices with an occasional single long lick. He brings me right up to the edge of orgasm. Consummated Desires Then Jack surprises me by walking away very suddenly. Startled, I look up. He is at the stove, scraping uneaten chocolate from the pan I used earlier. He has a huge smile on his face. He offers some of it to my waiting mouth with his gentle fingers, then draws designs on my nipples, belly, and pussy with the rest. He draws stars and moons, and explains how each time he sees the night sky he longs to hold me. He draws water, and tells me the first time he noticed I was truly a woman was when he saw me in a bathing suit at the beach when I was 16. He draws a campfire, and tells me how for seven years, every time he held me around the fire, he wanted to ask for my hand in marriage. He draws a ship sailing, and tells me he wishes we could sail away together to a new land. He tells me I am beautiful. As he tells me his stories, his memories and dreams of me, he licks off every drop of chocolate, starting with my navel and abdomen. He licks my breasts with long strokes, and finally tickles my pussy and clit while he finds the drops he hid down below. He proclaims me delicious in every way, as delicious as he has always imagined. I lay back and savor it all. His playfulness breaks what little tension was left, and is welcome relief. He returns to my pussy and eats me some more just to be sure he got all of it, or so he claims. His tongue is completely inside me, and he's now just holding it there. The taste of chocolate is sweet in my mouth, and the sensations drive me mad. My pussy lips start twitching, and my cervix continues to flow. When all the chocolate is lapped off my skin, I sit up, and draw Jack's body to mine. I peel off his shirt and undershirt, and rest my cheek against his chest. I listen to his heartbeat, trace the blood as it course through his veins. I relish the feel of his inflamed skin against mine. I suck his nipples and neck and press my breasts against his chest. I run my nails up his spine and my hands down the back of his jeans. I kiss and suck his navel, rub the silky hair of his broad chest, and trace my tongue along the edge of his Levi's, over his hip-bones. I ache to devour him, but force myself to languish in first kissing every square inch of him I can get to. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight and groans. We somehow make our way toward the fireplace, where I lay a heavy fur-like blanket down on the floor. I undo his belt and button and zipper, and reach for his cock. It is throbbing in my hand. I kiss its length, suck it once into my mouth, then twice, then all the way to my throat. I hold him like that a moment, inhaling the unique odor of his balls and feeling him grow even harder in my mouth. I work his pants off him, then his underwear. I breathe hotly on his genitals, then blow to cool him off. I take him into my throat again, and make him slick with my saliva while he gasps in pleasure. Finally I just roll over and pull him down on top of me. I don't want to hesitate. I don't want any more foreplay. I don't want protection. I want his seed spurting inside me in thick gobs while he trembles in lust on top of me and screams my name. Jack slides right into me, and my cunt welcomes him in directly. I know instantly this is so right it is wrong. What I am feeling, what we are feeling, is a closeness and a rightness so sacred it should only be experienced by newlyweds on their honeymoon night. Our very souls intertwine as I draw him deeper and deeper into me. I cry out involuntarily with my desire. I know I also cry real tears, of both longing and sheer joy. Nothing that feels this good should ever be taken from me. Nothing this good was ever meant to last under the scrutiny of daylight. Only in the candlelight can I abandon myself to the overwhelming soul need I am feeling for this man. He pushes in and out of me in the warmth of the firelight and croons my name over and over again. I respond in kind, and hold his ass tight in my hands so he cannot pull out even if he wants to. My pelvis tilts towards him, demanding its due. I cry openly as I let the comforting warmth of his presence flood my body. The blanket is soft and warm underneath me, the fire is hot on my skin, and my heart is bursting in my chest. I am drowned and delivered with every stroke. He kisses my tears away and pushes deeper, harder, faster, longer. His cock is like a burning poker inside me. My legs hold him in place. My soul finally breaks open, shatters, and is instantly made whole again, stronger It is that easy; there really was nothing to fear after all. He comes quickly and almost reverently, his bulging shaft filling my opening. He holds his member in place, looking me in my eyes as he tells me he loves me, he has always loved me. My body pulses in orgasm in time to his spurts. I shiver and shake as my whole body tenses in increasingly powerful spasms. Wave after wave immobilize me, pinning me to the floor, my mouth open in a huge gasping "O". I find my breath and absolutely scream my pleasure to the ceiling, to God, to Nature herself. He holds me and kisses me again. He growls at me to "come, come harder, more" His seed gushes into me, and I don't care if it fertilizes the ripe issue of my ovaries. I love this man with my whole being. He knows I feel that way. He feels it too. Our empty, naïve, protective promises from earlier are blown apart by the force of our emotions. There is nothing safe about this. We will see each other again, we will ask "what if", we will need to have each other. There's no way around it. On paper, he is married to another woman, but our souls are bound to each other now, with this act. We may as well have just annulled his marriage and consummated one of our own making. The force of it knocks the very wind out of me. What is it like to make love to your twin soul? It is to have the essence of your Self delivered into a place so desirable the thought of its loss causes real physical pain. It is to walk among the Gods. There is no going back unchanged. One can only descend from the dizzying height. "As dawn descends to day... so Eden sank to grief" As part of his own coming down, Jack extracts his member, and wraps me in the blanket. He holds me in his arms, in the chair, wordlessly for an hour. I curl against his naked chest while he gently caresses my body. There are no words either needed or spoken. Eventually, I sit up in his lap, and kiss him deeply again. It is a proprietary act; I want more. I'll always want more. I slide to the floor and take his member into my mouth. Gently, I blow him. I concentrate on the head, pleasuring him in every way I know how. My lips create suction while my tongue works his shaft as I clean my scent off him. My pussy is dripping again. I lick his slit, caress his balls. Stroke his length. When he is again hard as a rock, I lower myself onto him. We make love slowly this time, facing each other, my tits brushing his chest and mouth. My hair wraps us in a sacred shroud. He holds my waist and guides my movements. His mouth is open in ecstasy, my nipple tracing its outline as he comes again, into me. He holds me to him like he never wants to let go. My body glistens with the sweat of my raw exertions. His cum drools out of my gaping opening while his dick softens underneath me. We move to the bed, where Jack proceeds to spend an hour pleasuring my entire body with his mouth and tongue and fingers. I orgasm hard as he works four fingers into my sloshing cunt while flicking my clit. My back arches and my body comes up off the bed. I spray liquid all over the sheets. He laughs and says he's never been with a woman as responsive as I am. I tell him the truth- I'm only this responsive with men I love, or could love. He responds by kissing me wetly. We share sexual secrets while unhurriedly stroking each other's most private regions. I tell him about Amy and Tonya, and my gang-bang fantasy. He tells me about his own dark fantasies, mostly involving the outdoors and easy women. Strangers. We laugh at each others' humanness and the ridiculousness of the situation we are in, with his fingers in my pussy and my hand around his cock. He gets aroused yet again, and I playfully respond to his fantasies. "Follow me", I whisper. I put on a skirt and jacket, and we head outside, where he shoves me down spread-eagle on the hood of his truck and eats me again in the cold night air as I pretend to be a stranger he picked up in a bar. I tell him how many men I've fucked that night before him. He bares his dick and pounds it into me hard and mercilessly while I pant and shiver and moan. He carries me back inside to continue fucking me in bed. Along the way he whispers the dirty things he wants to do to my pussy and ass. We are insatiable; he unbound from his unwanted life of celibacy and me from my notions that surrender was dangerous. I am safe to love him and still want to be fucked like a slut if the mood strikes me. And it strikes me hard. We let go of inhibitions and descend into pure animal lust, never missing a beat. Later, after a hearty round of doggie style pussy and anal sex, I jerk him off onto my tits and face after licking more chocolate from the length of his cock. His member remains hard through most of the night, and my pussy just keeps getting wetter. Indeed, the realities of our unrequited love are even better than the endless fantasies we each held for all those years. We know this night has to end eventually but for now we have each other. We sleep entwined in each others' naked bodies under layers of blankets. I have never enjoyed a night's sleep more than this one. I awaken to ride him once more in the early morning light, his cock languishing in my bruised cunt. We come again, reluctantly, knowing we must now let go. What happens next? Might as well ask whether or not there will ever be peace in the Middle East. Am I a changed person? Absolutely I am. Can I go back to Ray? Probably, but it will never be the same. Will Jack's wife know what happened? She'd have to be an idiot not to, and I don't see him marrying an idiot. Only time will show all the consequences. There is a lot at stake, for both of us. We'll see each other again, I know that. I know we'll fuck like mad and enjoy every precious moment we get together. We'll take each other with a timeless urgency behind waterfalls and in seedy motel rooms. We may become absolutely scandalous. Our families may disown us. I doubt that we'll be able to hold a relationship for very long with anyone else, but I know there's little practical chance of us being together physically as long as my work takes me to Central America while his family lives in Pennsylvania. He needs to be with his wife and daughters, especially the youngest. He has the heartbreak of watching his child die ahead of him, and he needs the girl's mother for that. Hers is a role I cannot fill, as my role as his lover is a role she cannot. Will his wife get used to it? Can I handle a life of solitude in order to maintain the distance necessary to maintain periodic physical closeness with him? How often will I get to feel him inside me, on top of me, his arms protecting me? Once a year? Every two years? Will it be worth the price we will all have to pay? What scares me is I can picture myself standing at the Pearly Gates saying, with all my heart, yes, I would do it again, even knowing what the consequences were. What terrifies me is I am sitting with the reservation page open on the computer, looking at cabin rentals for the early spring. I think my soul may be made of much stronger stuff than little glass figurine after all. Anyway, I'm willing to find out, because that is what Seekers do. There are some places we weren't meant to dwell, it's true, but that doesn't mean we're forbidden from visiting. Man doesn't write all the rules, and there is no natural or heavenly law telling us who we can and cannot love, nor how we choose to express it.