0 comments/ 65860 views/ 2 favorites My Love By: adultramblings My husband wasn't the adventurous type. I wasn't overly so, either, but I was more adventurous than he was. On this particular day, I got home early and I was definitely feeling spicy. I was definitely wanting more than bang, bang, bang, and thank you ma'am. I took care with my shower - I had showered that morning, but I wanted to be as fresh as possible for when my love arrived home. I shampooed and soaped and put perfume in my hair and in all of the right spots. I even shaved my pits, my legs, and that special area right between my legs. My love didn't care if my pussy was a little wild, but he certainly liked it if I trimmed, or more. I lit candles and placed them throughout the house - threw the cats downstairs because I didn't want them in the way, spoiling the mood, or worse- knocking a candle over. Didn't want to have to put out a fire in the middle of lighting a fire, if you know what I mean. I took special care in finding just the right thing to wear. My love liked to undress me, and liked having me strip for him - he liked watching me take off lots of layers of clothes, besides just skimpy underwear. I finally decided on lacy undergarments, with a very faint flowered pattern that you could only see from close up, a silk robe that matched well enough for my purposes. And then, because I was cold - and I wanted him to be surprised - I threw on pajama bottoms and a heavy robe to keep warm in, until he arrived home. I didn't have long to wait. My love came home, and half-heartedly he kissed me, before running into the bathroom. Always a turn-on knowing your love needs to use the facility. Ha. He came back and kissed me again before lying on the bed. He had already stripped to his undies, but I knew it was because he was hot and just wanted to be comfortable. He always stripped out of his suit as soon as he came home. I asked him how his day was and he talked for a few minutes, but I could tell his mind wasn't on what he was talking to me about, and he just wanted to be left alone to relax. I had other plans, though. I fetched him a glass of ice water and asked him if he was hungry. He didn't really answer me. I joined him on the bed and moved just right, so that I got his attention. His eyes were on me, but I couldn't tell if he realized I wanted him or not. I couldn't tell if he was thinking of anything other than a nap, and I normally could read him like a book. I drank slowly from the glass, and a little bit of water ran down my chin. I always was a sloppy drinker. I leaned over and kissed him, and the water ran off of me, onto him. He smiled at me a little then - still half-heartedly, but he could smell my perfume on me and knew I only wore perfume when we were going out somewhere special, or I wanted a special evening at home. Since we weren't going out... I drank more water, and sucked on an ice cube. He was watching me carefully now, wondering what I was all about. I kissed him, and slipped him the ice cube. He sucked on it, and slipped it back into my mouth. I took it out gently with my fingers, making a show of it, and ran it on his chest. He shuddered a bit, and said "Ah, that tickles". I twirled the ice cube around his chest some more, and the ice quickly melted away to nothing. I began to lick the water off of his chest, gently, and he grabbed me and tried to slip his hands under my bathrobe. Since I didn't want him to discover what I was wearing quite yet, I batted his hands away, laughing, and leaned away from his chest. I sat up, then stood up, trembling just a bit. I was beginning to feel the heat between us, and was more than ready to feel him inside of me. Too early though. I stood up, and shook my hips a little and strutted around the room a bit. I always felt so self-conscious when I tried to strip, but I knew he liked it so I always tried my best for him. It wasn't that I didn't want to strip, and it wasn't quite embarrassment, either... I guess it was my Sunday school upbringing. I teased my love for a bit, pulling the bathrobe off of me, and putting it back on, sticking my chest out for all it's worth. I may look small, but my breasts are rather large, and almost too big for my frame. You couldn't grab me with only one hand - or at least, I had never found a man that had hands large enough to cup a breast without two. I finally took the bathrobe off all way, and sat back next to him. We kissed deeply, and murmured "I love you" to each other at the same time, before laughing. I got up again, and turned on the radio softly; just loud enough you could hear it, but not distractingly so. I had no idea what was even playing; it was just habit to have it on. When we were dating, we always had the radio on when we made love so our roommates wouldn't hear what was going on. Of course they would know, but... it gave us pretend privacy, at least. I came back and sat down next to him. We kissed, and held onto each other for a little while. We knew the night was early, we had no other plans, except to love each other. I rubbed my loves' shoulders, and he rubbed mine. He ran his fingers through my hair, and I shook slightly - it was always a turn-on for me, and something he would do in public when he wanted to let me know he was wanting some alone time with me. I stood up again, and slowly took off the silk robe. His eyes widened when he realized I was wearing lacy undergarments - I think he thought I was naked under the robe. He knew I was wearing them just for him, and I could see his eyes glaze over with that look of longing and wanting all men get when they think about pussy. He reached out for me, but I slipped away from him, shaking my head no. I danced around the room, shaking my body, and dancing to a rhythm only I could hear. I stripped for him, slowly, but left my panties on. I climbed on the bed and he immediately slipped his hands underneath them, and kissed me, pulling me on top of him. I went willing. Our hands wandered each other's bodies with a passion only true lovers feel. We kissed, and he pulled my bottoms off of me. I twisted so he could slip them off of me all the way. I came back to him, and kissed his chest, licking the length of his sides, and kissed him through his underwear. He moaned, and closed his eyes, and moved his head into the pillow. I slipped my hands underneath his underwear and he lifted his hips up so I could grip his bottom better, and continued to kiss him. After a few minutes, I peeled his underwear off, and I sucked him. He was already hard but sucking him always made him bigger, and stroking him bigger still. Besides, he enjoyed it, and I enjoyed making him enjoy it. I enjoyed being on top, and in control. I found my silk bathrobe on the floor, and told him to sit up in bed and I tied his hands to the bedpost. It wasn't all that tight, but I had never tied him before and I didn't know how he would react. I climbed back on top of him, and I slipped him inside of. I sat on top of him that way for a few minutes, not moving, just staring at him, and watching the expression on his face. I waited for him to say something, but he didn't say a word. I began to ride him then, still sitting on him. I bounced on top of him, and I could feel him wanting to touch me. I could feel him wanting to slip out of the tied robe, but he didn't, and he got bonus points for that. I leaned towards him, and he tilted his head towards me to suck my breasts. He began nibbling, and we moved together in perfect harmony. The great thing about marriage is, you know each other, you know what works, and what doesn't work. It makes up for the little fights about money and old girlfriends. Before I knew it, I could feel myself wanting to let go and ride that wave of passion to the end of time. I moved away from him then, yes still riding him, but changing the rhythm slightly so I wouldn't ride the waves quite yet. My love still had his head burrowed in the pillows, and if I wasn't so horny, I'd be mad at him for ignoring me. Then again, he was tied up, so what was a man to do? I smiled at the thought, and leaned in to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. He opened his eyes again, smiled at me, and whispered "I love you", and grinded his bottom into mine. I whispered sweet nothings into his ear as I rode him, and he sucked on my breasts. As I moved on him, I began to fly, and this time I let myself go and I moaned deep into his ear, and I began to shake, and shake some more, and then I collapsed on top of him, panting. He slipped out of the robe then, and rolled me over and him on top of me. He banged his hips on top of me, moved his head next to dove, and mine into my depths with as much muster as he could muster. He came then, loudly, sweating. Good sex is always messy and sweaty. Then again, bad sex was usually messy and sweaty, too - just not as much so. We both lay there panting for a moment or two, and then we rolled over till we were on our sides, still touching, and looking into our eyes. I started giggling then, and couldn't stop, and couldn't explain why, either. I kissed him, and felt him, and knew he still wanted me, and knew I still wanted him. And knew it was going to be a very long, enjoyable night, full of romance and making love. My Love Authors Note: This is the first story I wrote and kept. It was written at the request of a male friend of mine so I wrote it cautiously, not wanting to be too…erotic actually *S* It’s more romance than sex I feel…let me know what you think! ******************************* The water felt cool and refreshing against my warm skin. This summer had been far to hot. Reluctantly, I shut the water off and pulled back the shower curtain. At first I didn't notice you standing there with a towel in your hand. Then, when I did, I automatically reached for the shower curtain and wrapped it around myself. You laughed lightly, that warm, seductive laugh of yours and I relaxed my grip on the curtain. You reached out your hand and pulled the curtain slowly away from me, gave me your hand, and lead me out of the tub. Silently you kissed my cheek and began drying me off with the soft, white towel. You carefully dried my wet hair, massaged the back of my neck, slid the towel down my back, across my waist, over my arms, and then lightly moved the soft cotton across my breasts. I couldn't hold back any longer, I let out a soft moan and moved myself closer to you. You looked down at me and smiled that incredibly sexy smile of yours and I let all of my lust show in my face. You kissed me, a soft chaste kiss, and lead me into the adjoining bedroom. Without a word, you lay me down on the bed, fixing the pillows and pulling the bed sheet over me. You lightly kissed my forehead and whispered into my ear to "Get some sleep, my love." I closed my eyes and drifted off into a dream world filled with images of you and me making love far into the morning hours. When I awoke I found you lying next to me. You were laying there in all your seductive glory, starring at my face, watching my reaction to waking up with you in my bed. You grinned at me and asked, "Did you sleep well my love?" I couldn't help but smile upon remembering my dreams of us together, "I slept very well." You moved closer to me, put your arm around my neck, pulled me in as if to kiss me and simply whispered "Good" into my ear. I couldn't control myself, it had been so long since I had tasted your sweet kisses, felt your body next to mine, I gave into my urges. Hungrily I kissed you with a passion and desire I didn't even know I'd had inside me. I felt your body respond to my kisses and I instinctively moved myself against you. You let out a soft groan and broke the kiss. You looked deep into my eyes and said, "Do you have any idea how very much I have missed being with you, missed holding you, kissing you, touching you, tasting you, being inside you, and in general, just getting off because of you?" I smiled at you and wiggled myself against your already hard cock, "I do, I've missed you too. Having you lying beside me, knowing that I can just roll over and have you inside me, that's what I miss the most." You waited a moment before moving me onto my back and straddling me. "God, I've missed being with you so much." you said as you moved your face down to my neck. You traced your warm, moist tongue across my collarbone, down between my breasts then back up to my mouth. I kissed you hungrily and pushed you down on top of me, desperately whispering, "Please, I need you" into your ear. You pulled away, still above me, but not touching me. You looked deep into my eyes and asked, "Do you? Do you need me or do you just want me?" I tried desperately to pull you back down for another kiss, but you stayed still. I looked into your eyes and saw a pain there, a pain that I had caused. "I don't know why your hurting, but let me take the hurt away. I've missed you so very much," as I said it, I slowly slid my hand between our bodies. As soon as my hand reached your abdomen, you pulled it away. You brought my hand up to your mouth and slowly kissed every finger, then laid my hand down at my side. "I didn't come here to fuck you. We did that in the past and it only caused pain for both of us. I leave tomorrow, and I came to show you how much I love you." Before I could say anything, you brought your mouth down to my breast and began slowly tracing your magnificent tongue in slow sensuous circles around first one hard nipple and then the other. I couldn't help myself, it had been so long, the pleasure you were already bringing me just wasn't enough, I wanted more, I needed more. I pulled your mouth from my breasts and forced you to look into my eyes, "Please, I need you. Its been so long, please, please." I never liked begging for anything, but my need was so strong, I couldn't stand knowing you were here with me and you weren't inside me already. As always, you read my eyes and knew there was more going on inside my mind then I was saying, you made me look into your eyes and you asked me softly, "I meant what I said, I leave tomorrow morning before you'll even be awake. What do you want to happen with us tonight?" I looked deep into your eyes and whispered, "I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, please, I need you inside me." You kept your eyes locked on mine as your hand slowly moved down between my breasts, over my stomach, across one thigh and then the next. You slipped your hand down across my inner thigh, and then stopped. You looked into my eyes and whispered, "Tell me what you want." My eyes fluttered, and my breath quickened, "Touch me, taste me, fuck me, just do something, please." You smiled and slid your hand down, slipping your fingers deep inside my wet pussy. We both moaned and I looked at your face, it was covered with pleasure, and with pain. "How could I have forgotten how warm you are, how wet you are, how God damned good you feel?" You asked quietly as your fingers re explored my body. "You always make me warm and wet. You and only you." I said as I gazed deep into your sad eyes. A single tear slid down your cheek and I lightly kissed it away. You looked at me, shocked and I pulled your hand from inside my wet pussy. I brought your hand to my mouth and slowly licked my juices off your talented fingers. Your eyes closed tight and you collapsed on top of me and whispered sadly, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come to you like this. I thought I could control myself, but I can't. I need you." I moved down and positioned our bodies just right and guided your hard cock deep into my hot pussy. Both of us lay still for a moment, remembering back on our various days and nights of unbridled passion. You let out a deep groan and began moving slowly in and out of my pussy. I stopped holding myself back and began moving with you. In and out, faster and faster, harder and harder. Everything became one sensual blur...until I heard you cry out my name and felt you cum inside me. It felt warm, wet, and very good. I held your cock tightly inside me, savoring the moment, and then reluctantly let you pull out of me and lay down on the bed beside me. We lay there, silent, for a few moments until you ran your fingers through my hair and asked quietly, "Did you enjoy that?" I ran my hand across your smooth chest and replied, "Yes, I enjoyed it very much. It was incredible." You put you hand under my chin and made me look deep into your eyes again, "You say it was wonderful, but you can't mean it. You didn't cum, so it couldn't have been wonderful." I knew lying and saying that I had cum would be a waist of time, "Your right, I didn't cum, but it was still incredible," I said truthfully. You kissed my neck and whispered, "I want to make you cum. I want to....." You trailed off and began working your way down to my breasts with your mouth again. "You want to what?" I asked, knowing what I wanted the answer to be. "I want to put my head between your legs and lick your pussy and make you cum like you've never cum before." My eyes closed, my head moved back, and my body was suddenly very aware of you moving my legs father and farther apart. "Would you like that?" you asked as you kissed your way down my stomach. My hands twined into your hair and I barley got out the words, "God, yes" before I felt your tongue slide deep into my pussy and you began urging me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Moans of pleasure and bits of words poured out of my mouth as my body spasmed and you lapped up my juices. You moved up my body and kissed me deeply but briefly. "Now that you have made me cum, and I have made you cum, it is time for you to get some sleep, my love. Sleep, my love, and dream of paradise." I closed my eyes and slept once again. I awoke and found myself lying alone in a room that reeked of pleasure. Wherever you are, know that I will never forget how incredible that night together was, my love. My Love ################################################## This is actually a dream I had a while back. Sometimes I have very long and complicated dreams, like film scripts or novels like this one. I'm Swedish but this dream was actually in English, you'll have to excuse any incorrect language. ################################################## - Hello...? - ... - Hello! - What? - I said hello! - What... Who...? Silence. Then again, a voice, in my head. I've never heard it before. Strange, what's going on? Why am I hearing this voice, what is it. What was it? I'll try to answer it. - Yes. What, who, are you? - Not an easy question, I'm not sure you'd... - But... Where are you from, why are you talking to me, how...? - I don't know if... And then the voice was gone. I was in this state between sleep and awake, when you're not sure if you're still asleep or if you're really aware of what's going on around you. I decided to discard this mornings conversation as a dream although the feeling of something... odd was going on. Maybe even sinister? This was the morning of my eighteenth birthday so there was a lot going on that day to keep my mind occupied. I had friends coming over and of course my family, mom and dad and my little brother. There were presents, good food, a cake and everyone was happy. A good day, all in all. At the end of the day I was pretty tired and I was even longing to get to bed, in spite of having to end the festivities. The next morning the voice came back. I thought I'd forgotten about it but it felt so familiar right away, so comforting. Not at all awkward or irritating as I'd expected yesterday had it come back. It welcomed me, just as the first time. - Hello, dear? - Yes? - Are you awake? - Eeh, yes? And then the voice was gone! This time I wanted it to stay, I wanted to know more, what was this, where's it from, who...? I wanted to get to the bottom of this strange voice thing in my head. During the day I could hardly think of anything else except the voice which I now thought was something good for me. I wanted it to be good anyway. I was sure, very sure, I kept talking myself into assurance, that it was good for me. The third morning. Actually, the night before I could hardly get to sleep because of the anticipation of what would possibly happen the third morning. So when I heard the voice again I felt a jolt of happiness, although this time the voice was a bit commanding. - Good morning, dear. No, don't open your eyes, don't... open your eyes! - What? Open my eyes, why shouldn't I? - It'll ruin it. Please, trust me, I know. - OK, but why? What do you mean? - Let me explain. He, for it was a mans voice, didn't say anything for a while but I could feel his presence so I kept my eyes shut and waited. After a little while he started telling me what it was about, him being there. - It's like this. I know it'll sound strange to you but please hear me out. - OK, tell me. I said with a hint of disbelief. By now I was really expecting a full explanation. If he didn't have a good reason for intruding my mind I would have been very cross with him, I think he understood that. - I have this power to visit you. I can do so every morning. I will do so every morning until you ask me, tell me, not to. There's just one thing I have to ask of you. No, actually two things. The first is that you don't open your eyes, you know that already. The other is that you don't tell anyone about what I am, what I do, that I come to you. Can you do that? - Eeh, sure. Well, I think I can do that, it would depend on what you are. And what you'll do to me? Are you dangerous to me? I couldn't believe what a stupid question to ask. But his reply was so sincere and honest that I took it that he didn't mind what I thought to myself was such a lame question not to mention rude. - I can promise you I'm not bad for you. - That sound OK to me. I kept my eyes shut hard to make sure he wouldn't go away, I really wanted him to stay with me. His voice was so soothing, sounded so friendly, felt so warming, that I really wanted him to keep talking to me. By now I realized, startled, why he had gone the first two mornings; I had opened my eyes! I told him of my revelance and he gave a small laughter and said he was sure I'd realize it before long. He'd give me time to find it out for my self, he said. But when asked why I had to keep my eyes shut he told me he didn't know why that was, it puzzled him as well. And I believed him. In any case, at that time, it didn't matter to me, I was just happy he was there. This kept on for a while but after what seemed a too short a time I knew I had to get up for breakfast and school. We said we'd meet again tomorrow, which we did. I asked him then if it'd be OK if I set my alarmclock a little earlier so that we could have more time together and he said that as long as I had had my nights sleep it'd be OK. He was so concerned with my wellbeing, I thought to myself. A gentleman, no doubt. I felt safe with him. My mom asked me, smiling at me, if I had had pleasant dreams, seeing me so cheerful at the breakfast table. I knew I couldn't tell her about my morning conversations, I just knew it. I hadn't really promised him but I knew he was telling me the truth, I just couldn't tell, not my mom, not my best friend, not anyone. So I just said yes and smiled back at her as I grabbed the bread and poured myself a glass of milk. I had no idea what she meant by "pleasant dreams" but that didn't matter, she could think whatever she liked. She was a very good mother to me so she'd let it pass. School went on and on, I thought it'd never end, I wanted to get back home quickly and get to bed and have the next mornings chat with my new friend. Suddenly I realized I was thinking about him all the time, neglecting school. The teacher came and interrupted my dreams, brought me back to reality. I was surprised at the way I had been daydreaming, I used to be very attentative in class. I pulled myself together and got back on track. That night I got to bed a little earlier than I usually did, set the clock a bit earlier, too, and woke up with his voice right after the alarm went off. And I was quite awake right away. - Good morning, dear. - Good morning! See, I've been a good girl. I've slept all night, I didn't tell anyone and now I have my eyes shut. - Yes, but you were daydreaming in school. - What? How...? - Well, I'm with you all the time, dear. - Wait a minute. You're saying you're always with me? What are you? Are you playing tricks on me, am I going mad? - No no no, I'm just someone who you'll get used to having around. Just follow the rules and you'll be fine. You'll be fine, dear. Well, his voice was still so reassuring that I was content with his answer. He continued. - You don't need to worry about who I am or where I'm from, I can't tell you anyway, you wouldn't understand. Just follow the rules and trust me... Besides, it's just as well you cannot talk to me other than when in bed, alone. Imagine if someone were to hear you talk to me...? - I guess you're right. OK, well I think you're fine, I don't mind having you here to talk to. It's just so strange that you disappear as soon as I open my eyes. - Hmm, yes. Well, I think we'll have to live with that. - Yes... - There is one other thing I can do, though. - Aha, what? - Now, don't get alarmed, I will be ever so gentle. Remember to keep your eyes closed, all the time. - OK, I promise. I was very surprised at what happened, it really startled me. All of a sudden I felt a hand on mine. A mans hand, his hand, I'm sure. It actually felt as if it was there, so warm and real, the texture of his skin, soft and smooth. It made me feel warm all over. His hand caressed mine gently. Not a word was said. I felt my pulse raise as well as my breath grew deeper. Then he spoke again. - Does it feel good, my dear? - Oh, yes, it does. Are you here with me now? I mean, really here? - Yes, now I am here with you. Hearing this gave a jolt of excitement in my stomach and I could feel the warmth of his whole body, close to mine. Not touching but as close as ever, inducing his body heat upon mine. I just laid there, silent, enjoying this new feeling. A whole new experience, I had never had a man this close before, at least not this way. Not at all this way, in many senses. There had been dancing before, a boy holding me in his fumbly sort of way, trying to steer me around the floor in what was supposed to be dancing. I had liked him anyway, at least he was gentle with me and tried his best. Afterwards he had apologized for his feeble attempts at dancing and I had blushed at his politeness, feeling a bit awkward. Now, with this new feeling, this new touch, this new whatever it was I didn't blush but was feeling, oh, so content, he was so comforting. I don't know how long we just laid there but my mom called and woke me up from my very first physical encounter with my new friend. I had to get up. - I must go to school - I know. - I'll be seeing you tomorrow? - You'll be feeling me tomorrow! - Mmm, yes, right, you're right, I'll be feeling you tomorrow. I really hope so. - Rest assure, you will. That is, if you want to. Remember, it's all up to you. You can ask me to leave anytime and I won't bother you again. - Oh, no, I want you to stay with me! - I will. And then I opened my eyes and he was instantly gone. I didn't feel his hand anymore and the warmth of his body was gone as well as his voice. I felt a bit cold and alone. Very much alone. I had to think about what was happening, sort things out. This was scary, really frightening when I started to think about how it had affected me so far. A voice, so clear, his touch, so real, his warmth, oh, so sweet. And that he was always with me, knew what I was doing, where I was, what I was thinking even. I decided there and then that I couldn't let this go on any longer, I had to stop it. Tomorrow I'd tell him to go away. Yes, that's all for the best. He'd only be disturbing me, distracting me from my school duties, upsetting me. But then again, he was so honest, so beautiful. Oh, heck, I didn't know what to do, I really didn't. I got up, got dressed, had my breakfast and went to school. I was at my very best, studying hard, answered all questions put to me, very attentative. I found myself not thinking of him at all. Well, not more than moments of the realization that I didn't. That night I was still unsure what to tell him the following morning. He greeted me in his now familiar way. - Good morning dear. I hope you've slept well? - Hrm, good morning. You know if I've slept well, don't you? I mean, you know everything about me, right? - Ha ha, not really. I'm with you, not in you although it may seem that way, me having my voice in your head. - Well, yes, are you not inside me? - No, dear, I'm not. It's just that it's easier for me to talk to you from inside, at least to begin with. Do you want me to talk to you from outside of your head? - I... I don't know. What would it be like? Yet another surprise. When he spoke again it was very close to my ear, I could feel his breath in my ear. He was there again, close to me, very close. Again I could feel his body heat. - This is what it would sound like. I couldn't let any sound come across my lips, I was dumbstruck. - Don't you like it, dear? - Yes, I like it. I like it very much, I love it. - Thought so... - Tell me more about who you are. - Hmm, I'm not sure how to tell you what I am. I'm not sure you'd understand. - But, where are you from? - I'm from everywhere. And nowhere. I was enjoying his voice immenslessly. My whole body was shivering with every word he whispered in my ear, tingeling in my spine, filling my body with pleasantries, making me quiver. I was quite surprised at my response. Again, new feelings started to raise in my body. In parts of my body I didn't know too much about. - Please, touch my hand again. - Like this? - Oh, yes, that feels so good. - Or do you like it better like this? His fingers started journeying from my hand and up my arm, slowly. When he got to my shoulder I couldn't lay still any longer, I started to move, automatically, almost as if I couldn't control my body anymore. What was this he did to me? And now his hand was on my neck, caressing lightly, a soft gentle touch, almost tickeling me. I felt his every finger, one by one, moving slowly across my face, touching my lips. Oh, touching my lips! I was almost exploding. I did explode! Something happened, down there. I got afraid, I opened my eyes... Oh, damn it, I opened my eyes! He was gone. I cursed myself, over and over. But the feeling of his hand, his fingers, had been so real, and what had he done to me? What was that feeling down there? I had never had it like that before. This was all new, this too. So many things had happened these few last days. I was really confused, bewildered. I was also feeling so good, like a sweet summers day, like strawberries and milk, like an encouraging comment from someone you like. This day would be great. And it was. Everything went on without problems, I was cheerful and happy all day. My mother asked me again if I had had pleasant dreams, as she put it. This morning I could tell her that that was true. She was a very good mother, understanding me almost all the time. I guess she remembered her own youth. But for this I was sure she didn't know of my new friend. I certainly hoped she didn't. Dad was OK, too. He always supported me, giving me lots of space to be myself. I think he was different from other girls' dad's as I found out when we were comparing our parents. At school all my friends thought I was happy as ever and I spread my hapiness succesfully to all of them. I sped through the day effortlessly and welcomed the night as the day drew nearer bedtime. I couldn't wait to meet my man again. It struck me as odd that I was able at all to fall asleep, maybe he helped me? Maybe he helped me with a lot of things, in ways that I didn't know about? The next morning he was there again. The very moment the alarmclock sounded he was there, only now he really was there, physically, in my bed, close to me! It's so strange, I told him, how can you be here and only here, not anywhere else? How can you be with me and yet not be with me? As we laid there talking I was more or less forced to accept things as they were, he wouldn't let me in on any secrets and what he gave me was so sweet that I honestly couldn't, and certainly wouldn't, call it off in any case. We talked about what had happened the morning before and much to my surprise it didn't feel awkward at all to talk to him about it. It felt as natural as anything. He explained in his all-knowing sort of way, obviously he had lots of experience in any area. I wondered how old he was, asked him. He said that he didn't really know and that it wasn't important, age has got nothing to do with anything what we do to each other, feeling and giving is everything. As he said that he gave me more of the explosive experience, now with his wonderful hands all over me. What he did to me, oh, I can only say that it was lucky my room was a bit to the side in our house. My cries would have awaken everyone had it been otherwise. And so it went on. Every morning he was there, giving me so much, starting my day in this beautiful way, charging me with a lifeforce so strong that I never had a trouble that was too big to overcome. Soon he was there, all over me, not only his hands, his breath, his warmth, but also his whole body, every part of it, even that part. The first time he came into me, he was so gentle, letting me take the time to relax. He had told me that it would take time, lots of time. So that morning, the very morning when I had him, truly had him, for the first time, we started out very early, hours before getting-up time. Such sweet memories... - Yes, I remember every morning. - Not every morning, come on, be serious! - Well, OK, I'm cheating. I do look in my diary every day as I write in it, you know. - Yes, I know, my dear, I know. - You also know that you've been the best lover one could ever have. - You're so kind to me. Does that mean you love me? - Yes, it does, I do love you. - And all this talk from friends and family and their concern, "You're living on your own, will you ever find a man to marry and have children", has never bothered you, has it? - Sometimes it has, but it's OK, my life has been good. I could have told you goodbye at any time, at least that's what you've told me I could, but I would never do that, you're too good to loose. And for what? - Well, it has always been your choice. I have only told you your options and you've decided what to do. - I think I've taken the right choices, I'm content with what I've been given. Eventhough I've never seen you! - And now I'm with you for the very last time. - Yes. - Doesn't that scare you the least? - No, it doesn't. I know you'll be with me 'til the very end. - Yes, I will. - And at my age, to have a lover like you, that's pretty amazing. I do not think my friends have quite the same thing. - Ha ha, you're probably right. - Tomorrow morning will be the very last time. Where will you go then? He is silent at this question. I had never put it to him before. I had had the thought, where would he go when I'm gone, is there some other being controlling him, telling him what to do, whom to encounter, where to turn, but I had never asked him. Doing this now sort of put an end to our relationship and it felt a bit sad to our hearts. He's holding me, tight, as if I'd fly away if he'd let go of me. Tears flowing from our eyes as we fall asleep. Morning. My last morning. I don't know why, I just know it. I'm 98 years old, I've had my man for 80 years. Every morning he has been there for me. Close to me. Warming me. Giving me pleasure, even now that I'm an old, wrinkled hag. Always cheerful, encouraging me. This last morning, I will let him go... - You don't have to say a word dear, I know how you feel. - You always know how I feel, that's one of the good things about you. - Do you want me to make love to you, one last time? - Yes. I want to have you one more time, then I'll let you go to where ever you're going. And as he's giving me the very best of love I whisper in his ear: - I have found a name for you. I want to call you My Love... My Love I still remember the first time with him, and we still talk about it, seeing that we're married and all. The first time I met Matthew I could tell he was a geek, he was cute don't get me wrong, but still a geek. He excelled at every subject since he was my English tutor and math tutor and my academic advisor at our college. Ironically we ended up working in the same office at school and he always made sure I was always ok and when I was having a bad day he always had a funny but inspiring way to cheer me up. We became good friends and because he was 23 and I was 18 he graduated and went on to other different and better things, we had a few lunches together but that was it. 6 years later I was in the groceries buying my usual when I felt someone staring at me, I looked up and there was a lady staring at me, she looked very familiar so I smiled, then I realized who it was, it was Matthew's mother. We talked for a bit and then there he was out of the blue, tall, brown hair, glasses, and still geeky looking Matthew. They were shopping together for his dad's birthday dinner, we chatted some more and I told them I'd let them go make the birthday dinner, Matthew and I exchanged phone numbers and left. I thought nothing about it but a few weeks later I got a call from him for coffee. We went to a nearby coffee house chatted about what we were doing and he told me that he was Philosophy professor at our old college and I told him I was a preschool teacher. We started laughing about the good old days and I could feel the sparks between us but I didn't want to believe since I've been wrong about the past "spark feelings." By this time at my age I've been dating different guys but nothing too serious so I told myself that this was just a "feeling." We chatted for another hour and then he said he had to leave to get ready for the next day lecture, so we hugged and left. Thirty minutes later I got a text from him saying how much fun he had catching up and how he wanted to know if I would have dinner at his place Friday night which was tomorrow, of course I accepted. The next day came and for some reason I was excited. Yes I had feelings for him but Matthew was a very nice guy and maybe all he wanted was dinner, he would never be interested in someone like me. I'm completely different from Matthew he was the shy, quiet type until you really knew him, and I was loud and all over the place and flirtatious at times, there was no way he had feelings for me. I got to his place around 6pm and we hugged our hellos and he showed me around the house. We had steak and a nice salad for dinner and he apologized for it not being fancy enough, I laughed at him, and thought I had hurt his feelings so I told him that I really didn't like "fancy" food anyways. We talked some more and after dinner he baked some cookies and we looked at pictures and laughed. I felt really bad since I was laughing so hard and some cookie crumbs landed on his shirt, I apologized and without thinking I reached up and dusted some crumbs off his chest, he kept saying that it was ok and reached up and grabbed my hand and kissed it, and that's when it got silent. So, there we were silent, sitting on his couch- I still tease him about this moment. He broke the silence confessing to me that he liked me ever since he was my English tutor but that he has never been with a girl before so he didn't know what to do now. There I sat stunned, not knowing what to say -- he still teases me about this moment, I remembered him telling me that he was going to do the dishes (he's so funny that way) and that it's okay if I wanted to leave. The running of the water and the noise of the dishes woke me from my trance and I walked into the kitchen and found him soaking dishes. I stood next to him and helped him do dishes, and it was dead silent, the only thing you could hear was the water running and the dishes. "I do like you," I told him as we were still standing and starring at the sink, not sure why we were doing that. "You like me but....?" he asked. "But what?" I answered back kind of surprised by his answer. "Well, you said that 'you do like me' I was waiting for a 'but' after that sentence," he replied. "Oh, there's no 'but' it's just a straight 'I like you' answer," I told him. There was silence again and then he asked me if I wanted to watch "The Simpsons," it was the cutest and the most genuine question ever and of course I said yes. There we were sitting on his couch watching "The Simpsons" like good old friends but this time we were holding hands and on some occasions he would kiss it. I guess we were pretty tired because the next thing I knew I woke up and from his shoulders and he was asleep but we were still sitting on the couch. How would I wake him up? I wondered, but the movement I made on the couch woke him up. He asked me if I wanted to stay the night and without thinking I accepted. He turned off the TV and led me to this bedroom, we climbed onto bed and he threw the covers over us. The moon shone into his room and I was able to see his blue eyes starring right back at me, it sent chills down my body and he sensed it and held me closer. "You know I love you right?" he said surprising me, and I nodded. I remembered how he started to kiss my forehead and he breathed me in, I remembered how I wanted him so bad, but I didn't want to hurt him, even though he was 6 foot and I was 4'll, but I didn't want to hurt him emotionally, I knew he was still a virgin and Matthew was different from other guys. I remembered him asking if I trusted him and I nodded, and he started to kiss my neck, and all I could remember thinking was "Is this really happening?" Thanks to my sensitive body I instinctively let out a moan as soon as his lips touched my neck. He apologized and started to back off; I drew him closer to me and told him that it was alright. He put his hand under my shirt but his eyes still on mine sensing if he should stop and he didn't, he then took off my shirt and breathed out the word "wow" he pulled down my bra straps his eyes still on mine, he was a little frustrated with bra hooks and I laughed a little planting kisses on his forehead. He continued to take off my bra and my skirt and my underwear. "You're perfect," he whispered and I blushed. He kissed my lips, forgetting he was a virgin and that I was the first girl he had ever kissed; I place my hands on his face lightly and kiss him but this time opening his lips with mine, lightly kissing him, not wanting to go fast but I wanted him so much. I kissed him harder and I remembered pulling on his hair and my legs over his waist, he reciprocated my holding onto my body and kissing my neck, Oh god how I needed him right there and then. I kissed his neck and he let out a moan and I backed off thinking that was the sign I was going too fast, I apologized and he told me to never apologized again as he rolled on top of me, I felt him press his hardness on me. I helped him out of his shirt and pants and underwear. "You're perfect," I whispered, and he blushed. I kissed his forehead and pulled him back onto top of me with my legs and around his waist with his hardness pressing up against me; I wanted him in me so bad. He told me how much he wanted me, how long he's been waiting for this moment and how he couldn't believe that I would be the girl, but he didn't have a condom. I smiled and kissed his neck again and when I kissed his ears he let out a bigger moan than before, I had found his spot. I told him that I was on birth control pills since I was 18 years old and that it would be okay, but that if he wanted to wait we could, apparently he didn't want to. I felt his hardness near my opening, I was so wet and I could tell his was so hard, confused but excited he was too; I could see it in his eyes. I kissed his lips gently and kissed his forehead and shoulders and whispered in his ears that it was okay; he kept apologizing and reassured him it was fine. I felt his hardness near my opening again, but a minute later he slid so gently in me, it was so amazing. "Oh Matthew," I let out, "Baby just like that," I moaned. "Samantha," he cried out, "Oh God," he screamed. He trusted in and out of me slowly but it picked up, I held onto him as he let out his moans and cries, a couple minutes later he let go and I could feel his cum in me, it was so much and I held onto him as he let go inside of me. He apologized how long he couldn't last and how he just wanted it to be good for me, it was great! Finally I had found the man of my dreams and making love to him was an orgasm in itself, its two years later and we're married and he makes sure that I cum every time. My Love, My Love, As I linger on the rocks looking out across the ocean, I can feel the salty spray gathering on my skin and think to myself what a wonderful glorious fantastic delicious day. I can feel the warmth of the sun beaming down on my face, the delicate scent of lilacs is lingering in the air, and I am so in love. The world is truly accurate when they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder for my longings for you have grown steadily with each passing day. The memories of your smell, your touch and your playful laughter fill each day. This day has been as all the others before it since your parting…filled with longing for you. The morning breeze tosses my hair as the hypnotizing waves make me wonder if you are standing on a sandy beach looking back at me. You whose pen strikes a fire in my soul, the one I ache to walk on the beach with hand in hand, to playfully touch your skin and run my hands through your silky hair, such a delicious thought. My head leans back and my body arches as I raise my hands skyward and feel the breeze encase my skin, as if your outstretched arms are caressing me. The swirling puffs of air causes my clothing to wrap around me as though you are holding me close. I close my eyes and feel you standing behind me, your gentle touch moving up and down my sides, your hands warm and loving, and I shudder with wanting. I gasp as the chill of the morning causes small orgasmic tremors to move through my body. The touch of the cool moist air is like your tongue moving wantonly between my breasts and down my stomach. My nipples harden as my linen top moves gently over them. So aroused they tighten as the sun gently dries and encases them with the warm salty spray. As the waves lap leisurely onto the shore and kiss my feet like soft silky lips I retreat to my secluded space between earth and sky and once again read the arousing words of your seductive letters. Bunching my skirt underneath me to form a soft cushion I cross my legs and sit on a patch of wet grass while placing your letters in the pocket of my skirt. I listen to the whispers of the sea loving the way it is teasing and calling to me. Cursing as I feel that the distance is cruel, I uncross my legs and lay with my back on the grass. My arms beneath my head and my feet pulled up close to me making my knees tower in front. The breeze is gentle and cool as it moves in under my skirt and caresses my thighs. The radiance of the sun as it dances off the icy white clouds reminds me of the happiness it brings when we are together, tied for eternity by a single thread. Memories resound of embraces shared on this beach, cuddling under the dazzling sapphire sky while the joy of your love surrounds me here. As I lay in the grass the sun moves behind a darkening cloud, the wind picks up and a wave splashes up between my legs causing a shiver to race through my body as it cups my mound before retreating into the sea. My eyes close as I gasp at the chilled finger that kisses and gently moves away. Was that you touching me? Enjoying each wave as it slaps harder and harder onto the shore and me, my eyes remain shut. Breathlessly I lie there as the wind begins to blow and lightening dances from cloud to cloud. The thunder seems to join with the rolling seas as stronger waves that are more insistent roll underneath my body causing my senses to rise to an even higher pitch. I moan as the sea hits between my legs and retreats just to return and hit again. The wind picks up causing the ocean to lurch against the rocks, the lightning strikes closer and faster with the continuous roar of thunder coming without delay, shaking the beach. I groan and roll onto my stomach clasping my hands over my head, covering my ears trying to drown out the sounds of the squall. It is, as if, the storm has joined in our anger, and has connected to the unwelcome tension of our separation. I stand and struggle against the howling winds and flowing sand to make my way to the safety of the cottage. As I near the house, I look back at the emptiness of the beach and wring and twist the salty brine from my drenched skirt then toss my head back squeezing the torrent of salt water from my hair. The thunder continues to howl its anger and turbulent tears tumble down my cheek as I join in its rage. As I reach the safety of the porch, the howling wind of the growing storm encases me like the fist of an unseen giant pulling me back towards the shore. The thunder yells its rage at my attempt to leave and the lightning blazes as if to light my way back, I resist, knowing the futility of trying to cross such a vast distance and struggle against this unseen foe to open the door. As I undo the latch to the house, the storm slams the door against the wall in an attempt to disable my refuge. I dart inside and grab the door in an attempt to shut out the storm. With one last bellow of defiance, the storm engages me in a final dual to block my retreat to safety. Before rummaging through the drawers to find matches to light the oil lamps, I rub my hands up and down my arms trying to warm myself wishing it were you. A streak of lightning startles me…frightening me…as the storm continues to shriek its rage. The room grows even darker as I wrench the curtains closed. Now in total darkness I fumble for the lamps to create an oasis of light in this desert of darkness. The letters… protected… sit on the kitchen table. Drenched to the bone and shaking with cold my fingers fumble with the buttons of my blouse and skirt as I let them drop to the floor in a sodden mass. I look down and can see the tiny lumps of flesh rise as the cold embraces my body, and wish that you were here to chase them away with your warm soothing touch. After putting on one of your old soft flannel shirts that I keep on a chair near the door, and buttoning it down, I place some logs in the fireplace and sit with matches in hand lighting torn pieces of yesterday’s news. Placing the tiny-wadded shreds of paper between the wood, I watch as the timber starts to flare and increase the luminescence of the room. You always hold me so close when the storms hit. You know how terrified I become, how my body braces against yours with your arms wrapped around me, protecting me. I miss you so. Canvassing my surroundings and feeling warm and safe I return to the kitchen and spy your letters still sitting on the table. They disappear into the sleeve of your shirt as I reach for them and return to the warmth of the fire. With the storm still howling outside I curl up beside the fire and start to read each word once again. You share what is happening in the land so far away and I envision all you tell me as my hand runs down your shirt, opening the top buttons, you always liked it better that way. Your words continue and then you start to tease… You write of how you enjoy placing your hand under my chin and raising it to meet your lips as your tongue attacks mine and how you love it when I press my mouth against yours with such urgency, how you love the downy texture of my throat as you nuzzle my neck. You say you love to feel the goose bumps that form on my arms as your hands slowly move down them then back up my sides. I love these words. A tremor of passion moves through my body and I can almost taste your lips on mine as I read. I take a deep breath and move closer to the fire. Lying on my back, I hold your letter in one hand and begin to unbutton my shirt. Each button slides open as my fingers move over them then inside as I run my hand across my breasts then down my stomach. My skin still feels cool from the driving rain as my hand moves further down into the patch of wet between my thighs. Your persistent words continue to tease creating a want in me, a fire that only you can quench. Rolling onto my stomach and standing, my now open shirt reveals all of me to the emptiness of the house. As I reach the bedroom door and look inside, I realize that the emptiness of the beach and the house is nothing more than my longing for you. I revel in the beauty of our private room, the tossed pillows and the down comforter that swallows our bed. Too tired to dress for the night I let the old flannel shirt drop onto the throw rug beside the bed and curl up naked under the sheets wrapping my arms around a lonesome pillow as I at last fall asleep…the storm still raging outside. +*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+ A loud earth shattering explosive clap of thunder wakes me and I hear the door in the living room crash open. Jumping out of bed and grabbing the flannel shirt I race towards the living room to find you standing in the open doorway, drenched…the lightning crashing behind you. My feet barely touch the wooden floors as I race towards you. Devilishly handsome, the outline of your shoulders strain against the fabric of your wet half-open shirt, revealing a powerful chest covered with crisp brown hair. You drop your pack and catch me in your sturdy muscular arms…twirling me around and holding me against your chest as my arms lock around your neck. Your foot catches the door and slams it behind us as my mouth searches for yours, never wanting to let you go. Parting my lips as your mouth presses against mine I can feel the cold rain soaked clothes your wearing and the warmth of your mouth as you kiss me…the extreme disparity causes familiar chills to run up and down my spine. Unwillingly dropping from your arms, my feet feel the floor under them once again as I press up against you and begin to loosen your tie. I unwrap it from around your neck and let it slip through my fingers and fall to the floor. Drops of moisture cling to your damp forehead as you teasingly toss your head spraying me with the rain-drenched moisture in your hair as I continue to unbutton your shirt. Wrapping your arms around me, crushing me against you, you raise my chin once again to meet your mouth, our tongues entwine, playing as though the desire of the moment is all that we need to survive. With our mouths still locked you bend down and lift me into your arms, my arm drapes around your neck as my other hand begins to move inside your shirt…gently running my fingers through the hair on your chest. I love the way you are holding me as you carry me into our bedroom and with one free arm toss the comforter onto the floor before laying me on the pillows. I watch as your hips start to rotate and you slide your fingers down the buttons of your shirt, slowly teasing me as each open button shows more and more of your chest. Grinning and turning with your back to me you look over your shoulder and wink then let your shirt drop off each broad tanned shoulder and slip down each arm to the floor, you then turn and face me as your hands start to loosen your belt. Biting my lower lip as I half sit up in bed and bunch a pillow under myself, I watch as you continue to unfasten your belt. You fall to your knees and slide across the floor towards the bed and with one quick snap remove the belt from its loops tossing it across the room. I am laughing, so hard, as I reposition myself on my elbows and press the pillow under my chest, watching as you slowly unzip your slacks. You stand and lean towards me catching my mouth; you kiss me hard, one hand teasing my breast as the other hand moves down my back then you move away. With your back to me, you let your slacks slowly fall to the floor and flex your butt cheeks as you look around at me with a devious grin on your face. Dancing with your hands above your head you move across the room to the stereo and turn the volume of the bass up and the treble down, letting the beat of the drums fill the air. Getting up from the bed, I meet you in the center of the room and my hands start to move through the wisps of curled hair on your chest. You close your eyes. My fingers begin making small circles down your stomach as my tongue plays with your skin, tasting you for the first time in so long. My mouth continues to follow my hands as they move down your thighs and down your legs, kissing and loving the way your body is moving to the sounds. Kneeling in front of you as your body continues to move to and fro with the music my hand moves up between your thighs…fondling the large weighty spheres…holding them as my tongue moves up the long thick smooth glassy surface of your shaft before swallowing it in the warmth of my mouth. You sway slowly in and out of my mouth to the beat of the drums, my hair tangles around your fingers as you press down on my head. Then leaning down and placing your hands under my arms you draw me back up to your mouth and press your body against mine…we kiss and you wrap your arms around my waist, my body engraving itself against your chest…still swaying to the drums. Backing me across the room as your legs straddle my frame I feel the bed press against me as it bends my knees and your arms hold me as I begin to fall, you pin me against the bed with your weight. Your mouth leaves mine and you grasp both my hands and hold them over my head against the bed as you start to nibble on my neck then down between my breasts. Moving down my stomach your hand reaches for the wetness between my thighs. My legs begin to part more as the burning passion inside me grows more demanding. You let go of my hands, move between my legs and kiss down my thighs. I can feel your tongue as it begins to explore between my lips. Your mouth nibbles, squeezing down around the small button, sucking, slow, gentle touches, as breathless urgent gasps catch in my throat. Then inserting a muscular finger inside me, you find my special spot as your mouth and tongue continue to tease my desire. I lean down and bring your mouth to mine, kissing you, holding you as you straddle me and I feel your erection, your gorgeous blood filled cock against my swollen glands. Spreading my legs even further and pulling my knees to my chest, I move my hand down and line you up as you move closer, the hot thick distended flesh of your cock pausing just inside the wetness… With one swift movement you thrust inside me sending me almost over the edge before you pull out and wait…kissing me, kissing my breasts, biting my nipples and running your hands down my stomach…then back up my arms as you grasp my hands and hold them tightly once again over my head… Again, you lunge into me…burying yourself in my folds…taking my breath away…bringing me even closer… You pull out again and I moan as I feel you just at my entrance. I gaze into your eyes as you lean over me, you grin, as you look down at me then again lunge into me causing my body to arch towards you. With the sound of the drums providing the rhythm for your thrusts with each beat, my hips move with yours, grinding my mound against your body until all I can hear is your breath like a heaving bellows in rhythm with the beat of the drums. My hands pinned against the bed and my body restrained underneath you, you blanket me with your warmth. I can feel you pulsating, your breathing deepens and your thrusts get harder, faster, as you plunge deep inside me. Tremors start surging through my body…I can feel every muscle and texture of you as you fill me. A rush begins to travel through me, my stomach tightens as my insides begin to grip and release you, my muscles clenching around you…my back arching up…pulling you in. I hear you echoing my moans as I see your jaw tighten and your head rearing back, my mouth dry… gasping for breath, your body tenses against mine then you fall across me, covering me… Gently kissing my neck as you roll to your side, you pull me up against you and wrap your arms around me. I feel your fingers moving through my hair and the familiar warmth of your breath in my ear as I wiggle up against you and fall asleep in your arms. +*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+ As the morning light dances across my eyelids, I wake and reach across the bed expecting to find you beside me but realize it was all a dream, a delicious dream, but a dream nonetheless. I fumble through the drawers and find my pen. Bunching a pillow behind me, I nestle against the headboard of our bed, the breeze gently blowing the sheer curtains of our room and quickly I scribe my first line. My Love, As I linger on the rocks… My Love I awake to the sound of thunder. A beautiful rainy and slightly grey day on my day off. Already my day was looking great. I loved the rain. I look over and see you sleeping so peacefully, I don't want to wake you, so I kiss your forehead and slid out of bed and headed to the kitchen. I decided to cook a big breakfast since its been so long since we've had a day off together. I slipped on a long T-Shirt and headed to the kitchen. Good thing the kids were already at school or I wouldn't have even considered stepping out like this. I started on the bacon, sausage, and pancakes. Then the hash browns, grits and eggs. It was that type of day. As I prepared to set the table, I felt a pair of hands around my waist. "Well good morning beautiful, I'm glad you're up." "Good morning baby, you've been busy I see." "I felt like doing something special for my luv, and I kind of went overboard a bit. lol" "I see but I love thought and effort put into it though." I turned around to face her, she looked simply beautiful in her tank top and boy shorts. "Is that right?" "Oh absolutely, let me show you." Without any warning, her grip around my waist became tighter, she pulled me closer, and I leaned into a kiss. My eyes closed as I let ecstasy cover me like a giant, warm, plush blanket. I caressed her face and went on deeper into the kiss. Passion, love, lust, and desire poured from our very beings. I picked her up and sat her on the kitchen counter as my fingertips danced across her body. I kissed her lips and then her ear, slowly making my way to her neck. My hand creeps up her tank top and I play with her nipples, rolling them in between my fingers. Her hand gently rested on the back of my neck as I continued to place soft light kisses all over her. I slid her top off, grabbed both of her breasts and took one nipple in my mouth. The grip she had on the back of my neck became tighter as if she wanted the whole thing in my mouth, as I played with the other nipple making sure to show each one the same amount of attention. "Babe...... lets........eat..." She panted, but putting forth no effort to move me. "Are you sure luv, you're so ready, I can feel it. Plus you started this." "Mmmmmm yes baby I know but I don't want the food to get cold and plus we have all day." I gazed into her eyes. "Ok luv, but know this, you just don't know what you've started." I helpd her down, stole another kiss, and we sat and enjoyed our big breakfast. We finished eating and cleaned up the kitchen. She jumped up in arms and instantly our lips were once again locked in a wrestling match. As I walked down the hall, a trail of clothes followed us. I was loving this skin to skin feeling, but then again there wasn't a single thing that I didn't like about my african queen. "I love the way you make me feel." After what seemed like forever, we finally made it to the bedroom. I gently laid her on the bed. As I stood there starring at her, taking her in and loving her with my eyes, I was filled with happiness. "What's wrong baby?" "Huh? Oh it's nothing luv, just thinking about how beautiful you are." I moved in between her legs and kissed her deeply, I loved kissing her, her lips as soft as a giant white clouds, and skin as smooth as silk. I just couldn't get enough. I lifted her legs as to move in closer She wrapped them around my waist and her arm draped around my neck. I slowly made my way to her neck, then to her breasts leaving a light trail of wet kisses as I went along, only stopping briefly at her navel and waist line. I teased the lining of her boy shorts with my teeth, then removed them completely. I teased her inner thighs by kissing and biting them. Kissing around the area that ached to touched. I wanted to want it as badly as I did. She was dripping now growing more and more impatient and eager. "Is there something wrong luv?" "I need to feel you inside me." "Is that right?" "Yes baby, I want... no I NEED you to eat my pussy" "Well all good things to those who wait luv" I continued my long drawn out tease. I kissed the outer lips of her pussy making her body shutter, and her moan with anticipation. I parted her lips with the tip of my tongue and flicked her clit. By this point, she was dripping. Then I felt her fingers running through my hair as I French kissed her pussy. The messier, the better. She gripped my head and shoved my face and tongue into her pussy. Grinding her hips on my tongue I could tell she was close. Her hands on my head, she turned over to the side and ended up riding my face, she did so until she came. Body limp and out of breathe, she rolled back over facing the ceiling and closed her eyes. "Awww yea, absolutely not. bring that ass back here" "But.......baby........" "But baby my ass, I'ma about to give you what you wanted." I rolled over, hooked my arms under her thighs, gripped her ass, and plunged my tongue deep in her pussy. She was even as good as she looked. Sweet like honey, I never lost my grip. I felt her try to pull away from me. I smacked her ass. "Don't run, bring that shit back. This is what you wanted right?" "Mmmmm, oh baby" She moaned loudly. "Oh baby my ass, this is what you wanted right? I can't hear you." "Yes mmmm" "Yes what?" "Yes daddii" Her words echoed in my ears giving me chills all over. I puller her body closer to me and continued my assault on her pussy, time and time again she came. Wave after wave after wave of mind blowing, body shattering orgasms ripped though her body like an electric wave. I crawled back her body and kissed her so she could taste herself on my lips. "I'll be back luv, I'm not done with you yet" I returned to see her still laying there smiling at me, anticipating my arrival. I kissed her soft supple lips. I loved kissing her. Her kisses were intoxicating, it gave me a natural high that I didn't want to came down from. Like a drug that I didn't and couldn't quit. "I love you baby." "I love you too luv." "Baby?" "Yes luv?" "What's that?" "What's what?" "Don't play with me." All I could do was grin. "Oh that, that's nothing." Before I gave her a chance to ask anymore questions, I kissed her once again, pulled her legs around my waist, and slid right in with ease. A gasp escaped her lips and then followed a long low moan. I started off with nice and slow strokes, each one going deeper than the last. Her moans grew louder with every stoke and thrust of my hips. Her thrust met mine as we slow wined as one. The melody was the sweet sounds of our moans and the bed our dance floor. "Mmmmm baby I love it I smiled "I love it too luv" she whispered one word in my ear then kissed my neck. "Deeper" I could hear the lust and desire in her voice. I was more than happy to cater to her wishes. "Mmmmm, just like that, it feels so good, baby faster" Again, all I could do was grin and give in to her wishes. I went in deeper, faster, harder. Her breathing quickened, and moans turned into screams as they echoed throughout the house. Even the scratches on my back started to turn red. She was close to her climax. I pulled out. She whimpered at my sudden withdraw. But I replaced the strap with my tongue deep inside her already wet and dripping pussy. I just couldn't get enough. "Roll over luv and get that ass up in the air for me." I grabbed her waist and thrust my hips forward going in deep and stretching her lips. "Oh shit baby, fuck me." After every third stroke I smacked her ass. I loved the way she bounced it back. I leaned forward, grabbed her nipple with one hand and rolled them in between my fingers, then I used my other hand to play with her already throbbing clit. I kissed the small of her back in between her shoulder blades and then kissed her shoulders. The intensity of our love making was incredible, we were so in tune with each other that it made it ten times better. I grabbed her shoulders and thrust my hips even faster. She through her head back, arched her back, and moaned my name. "Mmmmmmmm fuck me daddii!!!!" I went harder, faster more vigorous than before, she threw it back and handled it like a champ. "Mmmmmm, yes baby just like that, I'm about to cum." I slid out and positioned myself underneath her and she rode my face until she came. After what seemed like an eternity of her body shaking and experiencing back spasms, her body went limp and laid beside me. Panting and out of breathe, her head rested on my chest nd hands on my stomach, I held her close to me lovingly as I caressed her soft skin with my fingertips making her shiver under my touch. "Babe?" "Yes baby?" "I love you." "I love you too baby." We laid there in silence still embracing one another as we drifted off to sleep feeling both happy and more than satisfied. Nothing could possibly ruin this perfect rainy day with My Love. My Love Affair with a Hairbrush My love affair with my hairbrush began innocently enough. It wasn't an accident, but it was innocent. Back in my teenage years my mom insisted, no demanded, that I remain a virgin. That wasn't a real problem, because although a couple of my friends were going all the way with their boyfriends, it was a rarity. And when Jenny Ducca got pregnant, pure, chaste Jenny Ducca, it nearly choked off dating for many of her friends. Jenny got knocked up and we all got lectures. All of a sudden, even as college girls, we had to be in a little earlier, had to have our boyfriends come in to meet dads and get a stern lecture, then get the 3rd degree when we got home from our dates. Still, I had to desire to have a boy put his "thing" in me back then. It wasn't that I wasn't sexually turned on or didn't want to have intercourse. Rather it was I knew that even at age 18 I wasn't ready, that I wanted to wait until I really loved someone and was sure I could handle it all. Looking back my mom taught me well. I wasn't a prude, and over time as I dated more and got comfortable being with several boyfriends I began to like making out. Kissing, holding hands, feeling each other's bodies, first over clothing and later allowing a guy to feel my bare breasts. It was very, very exciting. But I wasn't going to go all the way, and I let them know it. That cost me a couple boyfriends, and several times I cried myself to sleep at night because I was dumped by a guy who wanted more than a hand on my bare breasts. Sometimes, while parking by the lake in a hot and heavy make out session, I'd so much want a guy to make love to me. I'd get so hot, so wet, but I would push hands away often more often than someone on a diet at a buffet. There were times after such tug of wars that I'd end up awake, unable to sleep, in my bed. That was when my fingers began wandering around my pussy, and the sensations were sensational. I'd slowly run my clit, somehow knowing the feeling would get better and better. I would stroke myself with gentle passion until my juices would moisten the sheets. The first time I made myself cum was awesome and I knew that I had what my friend Jessica called an explosion of my cream machine. At first I was almost afraid of doing it again, the feelings were so intense. But a date with Randy got me so hot I couldn't help myself. It was a week after I first made myself cum with my fingers. Randy and I went to a movie then parked by the ball fields where on many days he'd either scored a touchdown or scored a goal. On this night he wanted to score with me but my defense prevented his sneak attack. He almost was begging that night, and when we were making out I began stroking his jeans like I stroked myself the week before. "Oh Robyn, take it out," pleaded the 18-year-old horny boy for the fifth or sixth time in as many minutes. I couldn't help myself. I told him I wasn't that kind of girl, but when he unzipped his pants I just hand to snake my hand inside. I just couldn't help myself. I pulled out his cock and slowly stroked it. My first touch of a cock was deliberate, like it was electrified or something. I gently felt it and the pulsations I felt were very erotic. Groans came from deep within him as I played with his teenage dick. It jerked against my hand as I stroked up and down, bringing grunts of ecstasy from Randy. He was sort of mumbling as I jerked him off. I swear it got bigger and bigger as I jerked on it, and soon my work paid off as the guy started shooting his sticky stuff all over my blouse, his pants and leather car seat. I have to say I was very proud of myself, as my work clearly was something Randy liked. He kissed me for several minutes after his orgasm, and begged me to let him play with my pussy like I played with his cock. But I knew better, there was a line drawn there, and crossing that line was not for me. He dropped me off that night horny as all get out, and I couldn't wait to get to my room. After saying hi to my parents I made a beeline to my room, first taking a shower then slipping into some pajamas for the night. I had my fan on, and while it wasn't really hot I needed something to mask what I was going to do. Then, lying in my bed, I began stroking my legs and, well, higher. Yes, I began playing with the folds of my pussy, slowing stroking my pussy lips and especially my clit as I thought of Randy and his pulsating dick. The thoughts were erotic, and it had me getting hotter and hotter, just as it had in recent weeks as I learned what my pussy liked most. Remembering that dick from earlier in the night I rubbed harder and it was taking me higher and higher. I don't know why, but I looked at my nightstand and spied my wooden hairbrush, thinking to myself that the wooden handle looked familiar. It was cylinder shaped, not totally round or anything, but it had a look of something I had in my hand earlier in the evening. I reached over, grabbed it by the bristle end, and then move it down between my legs. There, against my wet pussy, I rubbed that hairbrush, actions which brought wonderful sensations to my core. I moved it just inside my pussy, just a little, and imagined it was Randy's hot cock. Closing my eyes I luxuriated in the feelings, the sensations, the wonderful shocks it sent through my pussy. I slipped it in a little more and used my other hand to slip my fingers all around my clit. All of a sudden there was a deep eruption within me, and I began to what I now know as cum but at the time worried I might be peeing myself. My head was jumbled as the sensations increased. I was embarrassed, but also felt really satisfied. It was an amazing feeling. After coming down a little from my high I reached down and pulled the handle out of my pussy, bringing it to my lips, and for the first time in my life I tasted myself on the wooden cock. I nearly came again just from that naughty act. Over the next few months my affair with my hairbrush blossomed, as on several occasions a week --- especially after dates where making out was a key ingredient --- my hairbrush had its way with me. It started innocently enough, but soon I became a slut for that wooden handle. Over time I learned that the hairbrush handle had a number of fine attributes. It was always there for me, sitting in my purse or on my nightstand. If I needed it, it was close by...and always ready. I didn't have to excite it, as it was always excited by me. I mean, I love to get a guy hot, and over the years have gotten good at it, but my hairbrush needed no incentive to do me. All we needed was a little privacy and a few minutes, although I preferred the lengthy satisfying meetings we'd have late at night in my bedroom. It was a secret affair, because even on sleepovers with my friends, when we'd reveal intimate thoughts or deeds, I couldn't get myself to admit to sleeping with my hairbrush. Not even when Rachel Ann revealed she had obtained a hand me down jelly vibrator from her older sister...and that she actually used it! It was like a government secret was being revealed. Turns out several of us regularly masturbated, but using a vibrator? It was shocking, so much so that because of the brouhaha about using a foreign object in our pussy, especially something as nasty as a used vibrator, made be totally keep my affair with my hairbrush quiet. We were all grossed out by Rachel's actions of putting something so nasty in her pussy. But Rachel pointed out the cleaning liquid she used to spiffy it up, that it was totally clean, and that, well it felt fantastic inside her. It was like screwing a guy, without the guy. And since we were all (or claimed to be, I didn't know if Kelly Ann had or had not put out for her boyfriend Rich) chaste virgins having sex without a guy kept our "purity" intact. Rachel's vibrator was quiet the object of our affection. Oh, we'd talk about school, hobbies and movies, but when we were totally alone in someone's basement --- just us girls that is --- the talk would invariably turn to boys and ultimately Rachel's vibrator. It was as if we were made of metal and attracted by a big magnet. Like our mouths were attracted to chocolate. Like cheating in gym class when Mean Mrs. Jean told us to do 25 sit-ups. Yes, the vibrator had us all attracted to it. We would talk about it, pass it around and feel it, ask Rachel how it felt inside her, and, several times, played a card game where the loser had to hold it between her legs while the cylinder was vibrating on full blast for a minute. That was quite embarrassing, but soon we realized it was the winner who should get to play with the vibrator for a while rather than the loser. Oh, it was so hot between our legs. On one evening we couldn't help ourselves. None of us had been able to figure out a way to get a vibrator of our own, so on a dark and rainy night in Rachel's basement on a sleepover we did the unthinkable. That was the night we all took turns slipping into the basement bathroom and (allegedly, because who knew if each of us really used the cylinder on out private part) brought ourselves off using the fake cock. Yes, a teenage gangbang. Oh that poor vibrator, it got a workout that required us to chip in to buy new batteries the next day. That night was the first time I really cheated on my hairbrush. I told myself I wouldn't, that I couldn't, that my secret hairbrush lover would be my one and only, but the temptation of visiting the bathroom with the vibrator was too attractive. Yes, I told myself I wouldn't cheat on my hairbrush, but the slut I guess I was made me do it. I couldn't help myself. Unlike a date where I laid down the law with a guy, drawing the line on what he could or could not do, the night in Rachel's basement had the lure of an open cash register to a thief. As each of my friends came out of the powder room with a huge grin and unsteady walk, I knew I had to do it too. So while I wasn't first with the vibrator that night, I did succumb to the sexy cylinder. I shyly took the vibrator from Tiffany and excused myself. Behind the locked door of the powder room I lifted by baby blue baby doll nightie and lowered my panties to the floor. Then, thinking of Mr. Dawson, my favorite math professor who was a hunk and the object of the affection of many college girls, I slowly began rubbing my hands on my thighs and higher. I slipped my fingers around an on my pussy, all the while eying the vibrator sitting on the edge of the sink. I made sure the powder room fan was on to disguise the buzz I knew would be soon be enveloping the room. I gently secured the vibrator, running my hands all over it, and then shocked myself when I brought it to my mouth and kissed the pussy glazed tip. I made it wet with my tongue, somehow totally ignoring that it presumably been inside several girls that night, and lowered it to my thighs. Leaning back on the commode, I began stroking my legs and higher. Turning the vibrator on low, I gently placed it along my clit and slowly moved it round and round. The feelings were amazing, and I held the vibe directly on my clit, bringing sensations I had never felt deep to my core. It felt so wet down there, I was leaking like a sieve. I heard a couple low grunts and wondered what it was until I realized it was me. I slipped the fake cock into my pussy and stroked in and out, then quickly moved it back to my clit. The feelings were quite intense and before I know it I was shaking through a powerfully strong orgasm. Oh my it was hot, and as I came down from the orgasmic high I knew I had to privately ask Rachel Ann if her sister could get me one of the magic vibes for my own. A few weeks later I had a brand new vibrator that made beautiful music with my pussy. I forgot all about my hairbrush and began a regular dating pattern with my new toy. I had no shame, using it in the morning before class, sometimes before and normally after dates, whenever. I placed it in my panty drawer, below my skimpy undies, with a pack or new batteries nearby just in case. Then one night it wasn't there. It was gone, kaput. I started shaking, wondering what could have happened to it. Then it came to me, my mom had looked at me with those "crazy" eyes she sometimes had when she was disappointed in us but didn't want to say anything. She'd stare at us with those crazy eyes and we'd almost admit to anything, but surely would stop doing whatever it was that displeased her. Normally that meant my brother farting in public, or me sitting unladylike at a family outing. This time I knew what the look was for. It had to be when she was either cleaning my room or dropping off some wash. But I remembered being hurried and only running a load of jeans and shirts through the laundry before heading to class. I didn't have the time to get the flimsy undies into a separate wash. She must have done that wash and folded my cotton panties and other assorted skimpies and put them in my chest of drawers. Somehow she must have found the vibrator and disposed of it. The next afternoon, embarrassed as all get out, she lectured me about doing unnatural things to my body. She never mentioned the vibrator, but it was implied. I was grounded for a week, and there was the threat of her telling my father (he'd have spanked me for sure if he didn't have a heart attack when learning of what I had done). Not only was I embarrassed, I was really concerned she'd tell my dad. He was a Holy Roller type, and while I hadn't gotten a spanking in more than two years I wouldn't put it past him to use the belt if he knew what I was doing. Heck, he said he would spank me and any guy who took untoward advances on a date. I believed he had the nerve to do just that. Over the next week I suffered withdrawal pains from my lack of having the vibrator nearby. I so wanted to work it on my pussy, I missed the attention. In any event I still had my hairbrush. Not even my mother could surmise that the old wooden hairbrush sitting on my night stand was a demanding object of my affection. My abstinence lasted only a couple days as I soon reintroduced the trued and true hairbrush handle to the pussy it loved. Once again it became a regular part of my lovemaking. I thought of that first night with my hairbrush and subsequent affairs with the vibrator and, once, a large magic marker (okay, I am really a bad girl) the other night after my boyfriend was too tired to give me the loving I wanted. He had played hockey all night and had to get up for an early meeting. I was staying over in anticipation of a bout of body on body, full contact, sex, but was left wanting. It wasn't to be. He didn't even want a blow job, preferring to sleep. But I was hot. I thought about going home, but I decided to stay. Still I went into the living room and watched Conan for a bit before the evil within me emerged. I smiled to myself, looked for my purse, and voila, there he was. My secret lover, the one which is always ready, willing and able to satisfy my animal urges. Holding that hairbrush in my hand brought back numerous wonderful memories. I couldn't help myself. I slipped over to the bathroom, locked the door, and did the unthinkable. I fucked myself with my wonderful hairbrush. An affair, like old habits, are hard to break. My Love and I: A True Story My love is a BBW. She is a BBW with all that connotes, the zest for life, the sensuality, everything. She is heavy, though not as heavy as some. She likes to eat and is not ashamed of that. She likes all that the senses can provide her. She loves to sing, dance - she is a surprisingly skilful dancer -- and read, write, listen to music. She's sensual and natural; she loves to go barefoot, to sleep in the nude, and when alone at home she seldom or never wears any clothes. And she loves sex. My, does she love sex. I still remember the first time I met her, in real life (we'd been corresponding over the net for over a year before that). Since we are from different countries and half the world lay between, I had to fly to her. It was a complicated process involving two days' journey for me, three changes of aeroplane, and virtually no sleep; so when I arrived at her place in the late afternoon I was practically sleepwalking. We hugged, and kissed, but all I wanted to do was fall asleep, and I hit the bed as soon as I could get unpacked. Around ten that evening I woke to a gentle stroking of my brow and face. I opened my eyes and found her standing by my bedside, completely naked. The dim light through the window (it was summer and the extreme Northern latitudes, near the Arctic Circle) shone on her bare white body and the curve of her breasts and belly. Still half asleep, I slid over toward the wall and she got into bed beside me. We hugged and kissed, and her hands slipped under my shorts and T-shirt to rub my rapidly arousing body. You have to understand that although my body was prepared for sex, my mind was jet-lagged, half-asleep with exhaustion and still on autopilot. I had naturally known that we'd have a lot of sex together but had never actually imagined that it would happen within a couple of hours of my arrival. (Later she told me that she had simply been unable to keep off me.) As my hands naturally slid over her breasts to cup her nipples, she began to sigh and moan. My hands slid lower over her belly and found the moist cleft of her vulva. She was already wet and opened for me easily as I slid a finger in. My previous lover had hated me doing this, and had long since banned me from finger-fucking her (not much to be surprised that we broke up, huh?). Not this woman. She raised her hips to allow my finger deeper access, and I slid in and out of her warm wet vagina, my finger encountering the little bump of her G spot. And when she came, she sighed and trembled from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. A little later I discovered that I was naked. I have no memory of removing my clothes and I don't recall her removing them either. Does it matter? I was naked, and we embraced, our nude bodies touching, and I buried my face between her breasts and kissed her nipples, feeling them crinkle and harden under my tongue. She lay down on her back and urged me on her. I entered her easily, holding myself up on my arms so my pelvis was pressed against hers, feeling her take me in and hold me inside her, and as I moved, she undulated under me, her vagina clasping my penis until she came, and again, she came. I didn't have an orgasm that first time with her. But there were many more times for the two of us. I stayed with her for a while, then she stayed with me, and then we made some employment and other adjustments and moved in together. That's where things are right now. Sex between us has become a choreographed affair in some ways, with some predictable sequences, but never boring. We have done it so many times we know and react instinctively to anticipate each other's moves, to fulfill each other's unarticulated needs. (No, we do have problems, but not in bed. In bed, she's the best partner I ever had, and she says I'm the best partner she ever had, and she's fucked a great many more men than I have fucked women.) Let me, then, describe a typical lovemaking session between us. We come together, kissing, our lips and tongues searching, exploring. Our hands holding each other, palm to palm, fingers entwined. She pushes her breasts into my chest, her crotch rubs against my thigh as she parts her legs and comes up against me. We take off our clothes almost as in a dance; not that she ever has much to take off on these occasions anyway, a housecoat and her panties if she's wearing any. When we're both nude, we're still kissing and rubbing against each other, and she's beginning to breathe harder, and I am too. We lie on the bed, side by side. I kiss her breasts, and cup the areolae and nipples with the palm of my hand. She has very large pink areolae, so the actual nipples look small. When they erect the skin of the centre of the areolae crinkles up as well -- a very erotic sight. I dislike being touched too much before sex. It's simply that if I get too stimulated I can't last long. So when she touches me she leaves my penis strictly alone. So while her hands are roving up and down my flanks, my fingers slip inside her cleft and then into her vagina. I use the middle finger of my hand to press on the front wall of her vagina and on the bump of her G spot, slipping in her increasing wetness till she comes in a sighing, shuddering orgasm. She is multi-orgasmic, so that's all right. Sometimes I go on to oral sex. Not each time though. The anticipation of whether I will or won't is a turn-on for her. If I do, I kneel between her legs and part her thighs, exposing her pink, beautiful cunt. I spread the lips of it apart and breathe in the warm, moist salty smell of her. With my tongue I lick up and down her cleft. Her clit is small but accessible, and I find the nub of it under its little hood. She sighs and begins grinding against my face, humping against me until she comes. Sometimes she does not come and then I stop licking before she becomes sore. It's all right if she doesn't come then; the main part of the session is till to come. We have sex in several positions, but the most common has her lying on her back, holding her legs up and apart with her hands, while I -- supporting myself with my hands -- lean over her, my feet on the floor, in the "standing missionary" post. In this position I can pres my penis into her vagina, and as I do I can feel her lips opening to my pressing penis. The head of my circumcised penis slips up and down her moist cleft, and I thrust only a little way into her, almost withdrawing only to thrust a little way in again, driving her wild. In her position, legs up and apart, she can't push upwards to get my penis inside her. She's spread, helpless, mine to torture sweetly as long as I please. I keep it up as long as I can, watching her closed eyes, her flushed cheeks, her heaving bare breasts. I savour every instant of my penis' slipping between her inner lips, so near to her vagina and yet so far, before I can no longer wait and slowly slide my penis deep into her welcoming vagina. I can feel her vaginal walls enfold my throbbing hardness as she sighs in ecstasy as I press into her. I thrust, and she responds, feeling the ridged head of my glans rub inside her, my pubis press against hers, and when she comes, she does so shuddering, crying out loud. Afterwards, if I haven't orgasmed (and I can stay like this for a long time without orgasm) she gets up and keels on the bed, and I get behind her, still standing, and slip into her. Rear entry is intensely exciting for me because I can look down and watch my penis vanish into her pink cunt; the lips of her vagina clasp my penis, glistening with her fluids, as I thrust in and out. My body surges forward as hers drives back, we come together with little audible slaps as a counterpoint to our sighs and heavy breathing. It's so stimulating that I can never last long in this position, and soon enough I feel the final tension build in my perineum and scrotum, and, trembling, I grab her hips and thrust into her as my penis erupts in a spasm of pleasure, and I spurt into her and she thrusts backwards against me, my orgasm throwing her over the edge of a final one of her own. I don't care what some people say about BBWs; they are women, and love as women. And a BBW can be a hell of a lot better in bed than some of the slim'n'trim persuasion. My Love And I - An Anal Romance At last the father wished us goodnight and retired to his bedroom. We were alone - Helga and I in the large room – alone with her dog lying around. She rose to put on some music. I stood by the table looking at the sky. The moon was half-hidden and the night looked cloudy. She played some Chopin and joined me. Our hands touched and I grasped her fingers lightly and continued looking out. She squeezed my fingers. I squeezed hers in response. And then I turned to see her full lips and her eyes looking up. I hesitated and then, as if by mutual consent, our faces confronted each other and drew closer. Our lips met, touched, parted, withdrew and clasped each other softly, firmly, and unhesitatingly. My hands held her waist and drew her closer, hers ran through my hair. I drew her closer, closer as we kissed and then my tongue probed between her soft red moist lips. Her mouth parted to admit the labile intruder, and mine hers: they dueled touching the teeth and exploring further, further, deeper into the softness of her throat. Our hands followed suit: hers now stroking my back and gliding softly down to my waist and holding my buttocks; mine responding in like manner, as each now squeezed her soft firm rotund ass-cheeks. They kneaded them softly, gently but firmly, insistently as our tongues were lost in each other's mouths – lost in a moist battle that admitted no truce. Our bodies drew closer and our legs parted as our hands now clasped each other's buttocks and pressed hard on them. Her right hand now ventured to my thigh, the fingers running lightly on the thick fabric of my jeans but moving closer and closer towards my balls. My right hand moved from one ass-cheek only to return to it from under her dark velvet skirt. Feeling the thin layer of an undergarment, it raised it and snuggled under to rest on the warm flesh of Helga's ass. She gasped as her right hand now rubbed on my crotch. Our kisses grew moister and our tongues fought harder. I stepped back abruptly and loosened my jeans with my left hand, the right hand still cupping Helga's ass-cheek as if maintain possession of it. She unbuttoned my shirt and buried her face in my chest, her lips seeking my hardening nipples. Joining the left hand under her skirt, my right hand cupped the other ass-cheek. Both hands squeezed them. Helga gasped as she rolled her tongue on my hard nubs. I bent low without letting go her ass and kissed her nape, tongued it and then suddenly bit into it softly. Helga groaned and bit my nipples in response, drawing them into her mouth. My middle fingers now approached the crease of her ass-cheeks and stroked along the furrow, burrowing deeper, deeper, till they in a joint move touched her soft rubbery anus. They paused resting on the warm velvety spot and then gradually pierced it, forcing their way into Helga's nether hole. Helga opened her eyes, momentarily alarmed at the unexpected intrusion. I kissed them, licking the eyelids and then our lips met. She gasped as we tongue-fucked. Stumbling with my fingers still drilling further into her shit-hole, we reached her bedroom. We fell on the soft mattress kissing, rolling. My jeans were now half down and her hair all tousled. Not a word. Just sounds – sounds and smells, soft dark, deep and inarticulate amidst the moonlight streaming in from the large open window. My teeth now worked to unbutton the top, biting into the bra and tugging it aside to free the almond shaped breasts. First a brown nipple with the tip erect straining for my tongue. I licked around the nub, avoiding the tip. Moistening the base, I attacked the arrogant tip. I nipped it. She squealed as my two fingers at the same time penetrated further into her anus. I removed one and brought it to our locked lips - musty, it attracted both our tongues: we licked it clean relishing the faint earthy bitterness. I now rested the finger on her crotch from atop the panty. She shuddered and nearly swooned under me. I turned to the other breast with its exposed nipple aching for my tongue. I licked around the base, moistening the breast drawing it upward but avoiding the straining nipple. My other finger penetrated deeper hitting the hottest depth of her shit-hole, as if violating her most private of regions. My other hand had meanwhile gotten under the panty and was toying with the clitoris, teasing it out of its hood, rubbing and tapping its head and eliciting gasps from Helga's lips. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted; my lips enclosed her right nipple and nibbled the taut tip, biting softly. After a while with both her anus and vagina serviced long and well, and her breasts drenched with male saliva, I paused and fell back exhausted. My fingers withdrew from her apertures and I brought them to my lips savoring their warm feminine smells and tastes. We parted ready for more action. Helga rose stripped me and without notice took my penis into her mouth, deep and then withdrew and wrapped her lips on the head and began to suck on it. It was my turn to groan. She then licked around the stem and then suddenly sucked on the tip and then deep-throated me. Then she turned around still sucking the head and, having already removed her panty and raised her skirt, she lowered her ass onto my face. Her pert peach shaped cheeks partly parted slightly as they descended onto my ready mouth. My nose nuzzled into the furrow and my eager tongue licked along the crease. Then the aroma of her anus - a mixture of the lavender soap and the mustiness of earth wafted toward my nose. The pungency acted as a pheromone and galvanized my tongue into action. It sought out and attacked the dark wrinkled anus. After a minute of licking around the coarse hairs, my tongue jabbed at the starfish, eliciting gasps from Helga's lips. It parted slightly and then clasped the tip of my tongue, squeezing it. I pushed the tongue in further, determined to bathe the inner walls of her shit-hole, determined to touch her where no person had yet dared to go. She parted her ass-cheeks, welcoming my tongue and pushed down on my face. She moaned as I withdrew my tongue slightly and pushed it back in, and repeated the action again and again. At the same time, I pushed as much saliva into the hole as possible, lubricating the channel in order to prepare for the next penile penetration. She began to grind her ass on my face, learning to suck in my tongue with her sphincter. I was in throes of passion, as my tongue felt constricted and yet treated to the warm mustiness of Helga's anus, an earthiness that it savored. I licked deeper, as my nose too began to sense and relish the pungent bitter smell emanating from her freshly tongue-ploughed shit-hole. I then had her rise, which she did reluctantly. We turned over into a 69 position and before the shit-hole closed completely, I drove my finger in and waited till the hole adjusted to its girth. She licked around my erect cock and took it gradually in, while her hands played with my balls. I removed my finger from her anus and brought my face to kiss and tongue the gradually closing asshole. The finger, coated with a mixture of saliva and her own juices, I rubbed against her right nipple and then into her waiting lips, that licked both my cock and the finger so that she could taste herself and me at the same time. Meanwhile my tongue once again entered her freshly fucked anal territory, licking around, touching and remoistening the edges and drawing them into my warm labile embrace. She groaned: "Ahhhhhhhhh, please more, more Ahhhhhh." My tongue probed further, plowing again the damp terrain, digging into the dark soft winding hole. She began to suck and lick my cock, pushing her bum back onto my mouth. I knew I was going to come anytime but did not want to as yet. Indeed, she wanted me to take her deeper, plough further into her virgin anus. I pulled out my tongue, she rose and we kissed as she drew my tongue into her mouth, licking and tasting the traces of her ass-butter. I pushed her gently and turned her over and raised her. I parted the ass cheeks, noted the starfish moist and peeking at me: I clamped my lips on it and kissed it once more and drove my tongue in as my fingers clasped her nipples and tweaked and pinched them. "AHhhhhhhhhhAHHHHHhhhhhh," she cried in pleasure. "Now do me do me," she whimpered. I rose and placed my moist penis on the opening and waited as she pushed back, the anus opened. My penis entered slowly, breaking through the shit-hole; she paused and waited as she resumed impaling her self. The tightness was unbelievable. My penis was encased in a rubbery but seductive glove that fit tightly around it – there seemed no return possible as yet. The walls stuck like rubber around the stem as she pushed back further and as I urged her with light pincer-like pulls on her nipples. I then pushed back and the penis sank deeper and then suddenly having passed a certain turn plunged in. "Ahhhhhhhhhhpoooooooo." She groaned. I held her still, concerned. She moaned. "No just wait, I like it but feel as if I have been stuffed. Wait." We waited in the stillness. She pushed back for a deeper penetration. My penis held still but moved no further and felt dry. I bent over her and bit her nape and we kissed as she lay as if impaled. I licked and drenched her earlobes and whispered: "I think we need some lubrication." She nodded and licked my lips and mouth. We separated and my hard penis emerged from the shit-hole, coated with her intestinal juices and my own saliva of a few moments ago. Without shame, she wrapped her lips around the penis, licking around the sides and adding more of her saliva. She then sucked the tip and spat out saliva on it. She turned over and awaiting to be coupled: "Take me like a man, now." She said in a husky voice. As soon as my penis touched the soft mouth of her anus, she parted her cheeks. I leaned over her back cupped her breasts and as I squeezed them I moved my face to her face and we kissed passionately, deeply and then I piled onto her piercing her deeper and deeper, plunging my raging penis in one stroke into her velvety bunghole. She bit my lips and slurped and gasped with a mixture of surprise at the sudden assault. "Ohhhhhhhhammmmm," she squealed but urged me to on to penetrate deeper. I held her secure, coupling her as an aroused dog would his bitch. She bit my lips and sucked my tongue as the penis penetrated deeper and finally hit the bottom, as my balls banged against her ass. She gasped and moaned: "Mmmmmamm, don't move. Stay still. Let me get used to it." I paused and my hands moved to her cunt and stroked the petals causing her to moan: "I am coming – please my clitoris, mmmm." I began to fondle the clit with my fingers, holding it and pulling at it, and with my other hand tweaked the left nipple and tugged gently at its engorged tip. With my lips I bit her shoulders and neck, leaving faint love bites, marking her as mine in a primitive ritual of love. Then suddenly amidst our moans, I felt her clench her sphincter. I gasped, fell on her back and felt myself unable to hold back. The heat, the tightness, sweat, the smells and the sounds were overwhelming. "I am commminggg," I groaned. She clenched harder "Noooooooonot yet...come now, now on me! mmmmmaaaaaaaaaam." As I began to ejaculate, I hastened to pull out of her even as her shit-hole tightened its hold on my cock, refusing to let go. Helga's anal muscles clamped on to me in a vice-like grip. Finally, I succeeded in bursting out with a faint stream emerging from her hole, as the anus spluttered out a fart and shut its mouth angrily into a puckered form. In a lightning she rolled over and I instinctively brought my still spurting penis to her face and ejected the last stream on her sweat-drenched but incredibly pretty face; a thick stream hit her nose and forehead and hair. I aimed my ejaculating cock at her parted mouth, as a much fainter load splattered on her lips which parted as my slimly penis still faintly coated with her anal juices made its way past her welcoming warm lips. She sucked hard the last few drops out of my tired but still erect cock, taking it all the way in. I then pulled out and we tongue-kissed. She and I exchanged saliva as I stroked her cunt, rubbing the erect clitoris. MMMMMMM. She pushed my head down. I kissed the thighs and licked the vaginal lips and then tongued her clit and licked and licked. With my other hand I raised her bum a little high and penetrated her deflowered anus, feeling my sperm. She began to come ":MMMAaaaaaaaammm," I removed my face and with my fingers continued rubbing her cunt, raised her legs higher. I pulled out my finger and tongue-fucked her anus, licking and worrying the puckered aperture till my tongue got in a bit and tickled her to a heightened anally induced orgasm. As she came, her anus contracted and clamped hard on the tip of my tongue, enabling me to taste the mixed flavor of her juices. We lay still and then I rose and we embraced and fell into a post-coital sleep. My Love For a Female Pro Wrestler It was 1987. I was in Indianapolis for business and in a bar next to my hotel. It was a week night and not very crowded. Even if it had been crowded, these two young chicks would have stood out. One was very tall and thin, maybe 6'1", with curly black hair and a huge rack. The other was much shorter, about 5'6", a little curvier with a similarly impressive chest and dirty blonde hair, which was teased and feathered in that '80s style. Both were wearing heavy makeup and drinking and smoking. The shorter one was wearing shiny gold spandex leggings, tucked into high heel, thigh high black leather boots and a black leather jacket. Definitely a sexy outfit worn by a girl who wanted to be noticed. I didn't make much of an attempt to hide the fact that I was interested in them, and much to my surprise, I actually got a cute little wave a smile out of the blonde girl. I had the bartender send them over drinks and made my move. The tall one was named Susan and the blonde one was Teri. Teri had a pack of Salem 100s on the bar in front of her, while Susan had Virginia Slims menthols. We made the usual uncomfortable small talk and asked each other what we did for a living. To my amazement, they proudly reported they were wrestlers. I was at first incredulous but they convinced me. They wrestled for a new promotion called POWW which I had not heard of. They asked me if I had seen GLOW, which I had and told them I liked a lot. POWW was started by the same guy who created GLOW, David McLane, and had some of the same talent. About this time, a couple of other girls that Teri and Susan knew came into the bar. Teri greeted them but seemed to be interested in continuing to talk to me. I learned she was 20 years old, wrestled as "Paisley," and was supposed to be from San Francisco, although she was really from Dayton, Ohio. Her pal Susan wrestled as "Liberty," who was from Philadelphia although Susan was from Indiana. Teri had been in the promotion for three months now. She had undergone a few weeks of training in Miami and said it was grueling. She had never been an athlete and the training wore her out, but she stuck with it, really wanting to be a wrestler and maybe make it into the movies. The training was mostly defensive, like how to properly take a punch, take a fall, get tossed out of the ring, get body slammed, etc. She had six matches so far and lost all of them. She made sure I knew that it was all scripted and that her role was to be a "jobber," to just take a beating from the bad girls. Teri continued to seem interested as we talked and didn't move away when our legs brushed up against each other. She allowed me to light her cigarettes, which she smoked one after the other. She told me that tomorrow night they were taping for the TV show in a small convention center and that she would be wrestling Peggy Lee Leather. Teri was a little nervous because Peggy Lee was very big and strong, and she was a veteran so her matches were not as scripted as those between the less experienced girls. Teri knew that she was supposed to lose, of course, but didn't know all the moves to expect and her job was to just let Peggy Lee "carry her" through the match. Peggy Lee was also not the friendliest girl in the locker room and often seemed annoyed to have to work with rookies. Teri was however excited that tomorrow night was her first match in a new outfit, a light blue one piece suit and a matching cape. Maybe I was smooth, maybe Teri was loose, but most likely it was the alcohol for both of us. Whatever the reason, Teri stayed with me as Susan and the two other girls left for their hotel. Teri and I had one more drink and then walked hand in hand to my hotel next door. I had already secured an invitation to the matches tomorrow evening. Almost as soon as we had entered my room, Teri's fingertips were down the front of my pants. Our lips were locked tight and our hands were frantically searching for buttons and bra straps. I tried desperately to get underneath her jaw with my lips and tongue, but Teri was focused on my neck. She gnawed on my jaw bone affectionately while my hands caressed her leather jacket and her spandex covered ass. Teri's fingers, still inside of my pants, swiftly released the front button. My cock came into contact with her hand as soon as the zipper was undone, and I nearly came from the excitement. My entire body shuddered as her lovely red fingernails gently grazed the tip, causing an electrifying pulse of energy to course throughout my body. I felt like I was going to explode in her soft hand. She slowly made her way down to meet my cock head-to-head, and as she came down on her knees, she lit a cigarette from the pocket of her leather jacket and inhaled deeply. I moaned as the smoke emerged from her mouth and wafted over his hard dick. I was getting a smoky blowjob from a sexy professional wrestler! I knew that I couldn't last long like this, so I grabbed hold of her hair and gently lifted her up. I plunged my tongue into her smoky mouth and our tongues began wrestling. We struggled to disrobe each other, Teri being careful to not burn me or herself with her cigarette. When her amazing breasts were unleashed, they were as amazing as I thought they would be. Natural D cups with awesomely responsive nipples. I kissed those nipples and took them, one by one, into my mouth, playing with them with my tongue while I massaged her breasts. Teri put her cigarette in the ashtray and her hands drifted down to my open pants and my still throbbing cock. My dick was yearning for release. But not yet. I put Teri on her back and ran my tongue down her body to her crotch. I ran my fingers gently down the inside of her thighs and followed my fingers with my tongue. Then I began to gently lap Teri's shaven pussy. Her back arched and she moaned with pleasure. I started to lick faster and then slowed down again. My tongue shallowly penetrated her love hole. Then I took her erect clit in my mouth and played with it with my tongue. Teri's soft smooth legs were twitching. I quickly got my shirt and shoes off and got naked myself. I put Teri on her stomach on the bed. I first used my tongue, running it up her whole body, up her leg, over her pert ass, up her back and then teasing her earlobe. I ran the same route up her other leg. Then I licked and gently bit her neck. Teri was moaning with pleasure and reached over and got her cigarette for a drag. I massaged her neck, her shoulders, her upper back, the small of her back, her ass, and the back of her thighs. Her perfect young skin felt like butter in my hands. I paused, laying on top of her, my erect penis resting on top of the crack of her ass. With one hand I felt how wet she was, so I entered her from behind. She was so wet it slipped inside with ease, despite the tightness, and her pussy took in my dick inch-by-inch. I grunted and she whimpered as my penis grazed against her insides. My fingers gripped her cheeks as my pelvis moved back and forth. "You're so sexy..." I said, and leaned in closer to her back. I inhaled deeply and captured a whiff from the cigarette snuffing itself out in the ashtray. I turned Teri around on to her back, leaned over on top of her, and slid my cock back into her lubricated, steaming hot canal. My chest was up against her beautiful tits and erect nipples. I cupped my hands under shoulders and pulled her torso down on me, so my dick was up against the farthest reaches of her insides. I plunged my tongue yet again into her mouth, drinking in her smoky breath. I gyrated my hips ever so slightly, so my dick was banging back and forth against the back of her pussy and my pelvis was grinding on her clitoris. Teri pushed up against me. It was as if we could not get close enough to each other and she could not get me deep enough inside her. Her breathing was labored as my weight lay on her and my mouth covered hers. I pushed myself up on my hands. While staring down at Teri's gorgeous face, I pounded her pussy, slowly at first, then speeding up, then pulling out almost completely and slamming myself back inside her hard. Teri felt my long dick at the back of her canyon and was hit by electric like waves of pleasure when I slammed into her clit. My throbbing member kept ramming against her insides. Then my hand flew down to her clit to keep her riding on the edge, but she slapped my hand away. Teri grasped my neck and pulled me down closer to taste my lips again. I rammed my tongue inside of her just as my penis was ramming deep down inside of her pussy. She tasted delicious. I felt as if she was getting close. Her legs were quivering beneath me, and I did my best to hold out, grunting and shivering. We reached a perfect rhythm, with my arms underneath her shoulders embracing her closely. I felt her orgasm start to rise and heard her gasp, "Oh!" as her sensation began to spill over the top. Teri's orgasm affected her whole body. Her legs wrapped tightly around my ass and the small of my back, then straightened out. Her fingernails dug deeply into my back. The muscles in her magic pussy convulsed around my cock. Her breathing stopped then started again. I was treated to another burst of her smoky breath coming out of her lungs. As the tension in every one of her muscles began to ebb, she once again became soft in my arms. I had only to hold her tight, and cover her mouth with mine, in order to finish my work. My tongue met Teri's, and then my balls let loose, sending a huge load of my come through my cock and into Teri. I squeezed her very tight, and my legs crawled up on the bed a little bit so I could get even deeper into her as my jism filled Teri's pussy. When I finished coming, I went limp but continued to embrace her. We were both panting. I pulled my cock out of her slowly; the head of my dick was extraordinarily sensitive. I rested there for a few seconds, my head on Teri's wonderful chest. I finally got up and went to the bathroom, where I ran the warm water. I washed myself off then wet another washcloth. I took it to Teri and gently washed her pussy, where my come was still seeping out of her. I lay back down on the bed and pulled her over to me so her back was resting against my chest. I reached over to her pack of Salems, took out a cigarette, grabbed her lighter, gave her the cigarette and lit it for her. Teri took frequent, deep post-coital drags, and held the smoke in her lungs luxuriously. I was even more attracted to her, looking at her perfect skin and wonderful body, amazed and turned on by the fact that this perfectly feminine creature would be getting into a professional wrestling ring. And then I fell asleep. We both woke up bleary-eyed the next day, at about 10:00 a.m. Teri got up and used the bathroom; what an awesome body she had. She climbed back in bed and got in the spoon with me. She reached for her pack of Salems and lit up a cigarette. She smoked while I held her soft, curvy body and it wasn't long before I was right back at attention. I rolled her on to her back, took her cigarette from her hand and put it in the ashtray, and entered her. We both came to orgasm quickly. Teri got dressed again in her spandex tights, boots and leather jacket, and her hair was sexily messy. I bought her a very unhealthy hung over brunch at a diner. She confessed she was pretty nervous about that night's match. She had to be at the gym at 4:00 and I would be allowed in at 6:00. I dropped her off at her hotel so she could get some more sleep. Man was I excited as I went to the convention center. I really had liked GLOW, and was very turned on by the sexy jobbers like Tara the Southern Belle and Americana. I was still in awe that I had just had sex with one of those girls! When I entered the gym at 6:00, production people were working on lighting and cameras. There were not many fans as these were to be "dark" matches, just for TV. Teri came out from the back, waved to me and came over. She looked awesome, her hair really teased up, her makeup even heavier than last night. She was wearing her new blue one piece spandex suit and shiny tights, with her black leather wrestling boots and her black leather jacket to keep warm. The suit really emphasized her awesome cleavage. She was smoking a cigarette and had her pack of Salems and lighter in her hand. We hugged warmly and I kissed her, getting a wonderful fresh dose of her smoky breath. Teri said she could hang out with me until the match right before hers. We were seated outside the view of the cameras. Her nerves were really getting to her and she was chain smoking her Salems. In addition to her losing to Peggy Lee, the Terrorist, who she said was a wild-woman, was going to do "run in" and attack Teri after she was pinned. Teri would then be carried out of the ring. The first match we watched was Hot Rod Andie vs. Destiny. Teri said she liked Hot Rod, and that although Destiny was one of the good girls or "faces," she didn't know her very well because the black girls and white girls didn't hang out together much. Teri told me about some of the moves as the match went on. Both Hot Rod and Destiny had a lot more experience than Teri. Destiny took a pretty good beating in the beginning but scored the victory in the end. Next up was Sasha the Russian vs. Shannon O'Brien. Teri said Shannon was nice but quiet. She too was fairly inexperienced and a jobber. Sasha was very strong and a very good athlete. Teri told me that this would be a squash match, like hers would be. Shannon was a very pretty red headed girl, with another great rack. I was beginning to see a pattern here, where the good girl jobbers were young, pretty and very well endowed! I liked this McLane guy's tastes! Shannon arrived in the ring first and took off her shiny gold jacket, revealing her green one piece suit. She wore green leather wrestling boots and had an ace bandage on her knee. Teri explained that there was an angle where Shannon's leg had been broken. She had been in a tag match with Liberty against Sasha and the Terrorist, and the bad girls had destroyed them, double teaming Shannon at the end and using a chair and a milk crate to "break" her leg. The leg had not really been broken, of course, but she was injured and had to take a few weeks off. Teri said that the veterans had explained that injuries were just part of the job and that it was impossible to fake all this violence without sometimes getting hurt. Sasha entered to some pseudo-Soviet music and had a USSR flag with her. She entered the ring, strutted around, and then attacked Shannon, getting her in a choke with the flag. Shannon's face was in distress and turning red. Sasha got her over the ropes and continued the choke. She finally let go of the choke and flung Shannon to the mat by her hair. Sasha then went to work on Shannon's injured leg, twisting it, dropping her weight on it, and kicking it. Shannon looked to be truly scared and hurt trying unsuccessfully to protect her vulnerable leg. Sasha pulled Shannon on her back over to a corner, hopped out of the ring and grabbed Shannon's bad leg, then banged it against the ring post. Shannon's back reared up with every blow. Sasha twisted that leg around the post. Finally, Sasha re-entered the ring and tried to pull Shannon up. Shannon couldn't put any weight on her injured leg. Sasha dragged her to the middle of the ring and got her in a figure 4 leg lock. Shannon immediately screamed her submission but Sasha would not release the hold. More and more time went by with Shannon trapped in that hold. The ref had signaled for the bell but Sasha would not stop. The ref finally had to forcibly rescue Shannon's leg. Another ref rushed into the ring. Shannon looked to be truly hurt. Certainly she was not faking that she was gasping for air. McLane was announcing as if Shannon's leg had been broken again. I asked Teri what she thought and she assured me Shannon was fine, "At least I hope so!" The two refs gingerly helped Shannon out of the ring under the bottom rope and then used their shoulders to walk her to the back. She did not put any weight on her injured leg and it certainly looked real to me. Teri gave me a quick smoky kiss and left for the locker room before the next match. I managed to get a quick grope of her ass and her chest and she smiled suggestively: "Are you going to take care of my injuries after my match?" I told her that was exactly what I was going to do. Next into the ring were Bambi and Devila. Bambi was a very, very experienced veteran. Devila was less experienced, but was very big and strong and wore a black mask. She was accompanied by Genie Beret. This match was fairly short but had some good technical wrestling in it. I could definitely see the difference between how comfortable somebody like Bambi looked in the ring vs. the discomfort of a rookie like Shannon. Genie Beret tried to interfere at the end but ended up hitting Devila instead of Bambi, and Bambi got the pinfall. David McLane then announced the next match, my girl's match, and Peggy Lee Leather entered first. She was indeed a massive woman, very tough looking in black, sunglasses and a black leather jacket. Ironically, Peggy Lee wore leather for her in-ring persona, while Teri wore it in her real life because she liked it. Peggy Lee took off her jacket and glasses. McLane then announced Paisley and out came Teri. She looked adorable, and had traded her leather jacket for a shiny blue and pink cape. She went up the steps and through the ropes. Almost immediately, Peggy Lee attacked by wrapping Teri's cape around her throat. Much like Sasha had to done to Shannon with the Soviet flag, Peggy was choking Teri with her cape. Peggy easily flung Teri around and it was clear how powerful she was. Teri was gagging, gasping and it appeared she was genuinely fighting for air. It dawned on me that although I found Teri's heavy smoking habit sexy, it probably wasn't a good thing when she was in the ring. Peggy scooped Teri up, as if to body slam her, but then dropped her throat first on the top rope. Teri's head snapped back and she hit the canvas hard, her hands at her throat, her legs weakly kicking. Peggy took the cape off of her and threw it out of the ring. She then stood with one foot on Teri's neck. Peggy then picked Teri up by her hair and threw her into the turnbuckle. Teri was limp in the corner and Peggy charged her, slamming all of her mass into Teri's chest and midsection. Before Teri could slump to the ground, Peggy scooped her up again, but this time draped her over the top turnbuckle, Teri staring up at the ceiling. Peggy then jumped up and landed a two-handed hammerfist to Teri's chest. Again, to Teri's midsection. Peggy was just pummeling the prone Teri. Peggy stepped away and paraded like a peacock around the ring. Teri was left holding her chest and her throat, gasping for air, her chest heaving in that tight suit. Peggy returned for one last hammerfist, this one landing very low, under Teri's belly button and perilously close to her crotch. This blow sent her to the mat hard, where she crumpled in the fetal position, trying to protect her midsection. Peggy strutted around some more before again picking Teri up and leaning her up against the ropes. Peggy managed to pull the second rope up and tangle it around Teri so as to somehow trap both of Teri's arms between the second and top ropes. Teri was prone and vulnerable. Her chest looked awesome, though, her massive boobs sticking out. Peggy kicked Teri low, between the legs, but all Teri could do was scream. Peggy then pulled on Teri's left arm, wrenching it further against the ropes. Peggy left her alone to scream into the camera and the ref untangled Teri from the ropes. Teri slumped to the ground and looked to be in legitimate pain. Peggy pulled Teri to the center of the ring, pulled her injured left arm, stood on her wrist, and dropped her other knee on Teri's upper arm. Teri let out another scream as Peggy ground her knee into Teri's arm. Peggy finally flopped on Teri's chest for the pin. Teri gave no resistance as the ref counted to three. My Love For a Female Pro Wrestler After the pin, Peggy got off her, and Teri was left on the mat, one hand at her crotch and the other hand at her throat, rolling a little from side to side, trying to get air to her smoky lungs. Then the Terrorist came flying toward the ring and slid under the bottom rope. Her wrists were taped and she wore bracelets that looked like they were entwined with barbed wire. She was on her knees, over Teri's head, and began raking the bracelets on Teri's forehead. Blood, or what at least looked to be blood, came pouring out of Teri's head. The Terrorist then rolled Teri over on to her stomach, straddled her back, and put her in the camel clutch. The Terrorist reared back as if really trying to hurt Teri's back. Teri's face was a bloody mess and she was crying real tears, and screaming. Her chest and her gorgeous cleavage were bright red as the Terrorist put the strain on them. I was on my feet. If this was fake, it was the most realistic fake I had ever seen. And Teri's tears certainly looked authentic. Two security guys ran into the ring. One chased the Terrorist off while the other bent beside Teri. He rolled her over on to her back. Both her hands were on her forehead and now her hands were dripping with blood. She was hysterical and it was obvious they wanted to get her out of there. The security guy pushed her to the ring apron, where the other one cradled her in his arms and carried her away. Teri was screaming, gasping for air, asking "Why? Why?" over and over. McLane had been commentating the whole time on this real, vicious attack, and the bloodied Paisley. I left my seat and ran to the back, determined to get in whether I was allowed or not. As it turned out, there was nobody to stop me. Teri was laid out on one examining table, with the two security guys over her. One was wiping the "blood" off of her. She was still hysterical, crying, coughing, her chest heaving. They were explaining to her that the blood was fake. Evidently, the "barbed wire" on the Terrorist's bracelets was actually rubber, and she had some blood capsules underneath the bracelets. So Teri wasn't actually cut after all. But she had not been warned of this angle in the hopes that she would panic as she did to enhance the realism. An ingenious plot, but Teri wasn't really appreciating it right now. She had the fake blood all over her and couldn't stop crying. When the security guys stepped away, I came in and held her hand. When she could get a breath of air, she asked for her cigarettes. I got her Salems from her leather jacket, took one out, put it between her lips and lit it for her. The nicotine seemed to calm her, although she did cough frequently. Only then did I notice that Shannon O'Brien was on the other table, visibly in pain, her knee wrapped heavily with ice. Teri was still upset and visibly shaking, barely able to hold her cigarette, but was able at least to talk. She explained that when she got back to the locker room, Shannon was there and in bad pain, and the good girls concluded that Sasha had intentionally hurt Shannon's leg. So Teri was even more nervous than usual heading into the ring against Peggy Lee. Then, whether intentional or not, Peggy Lee truly hurt Teri's arm and her crotch, and she was having trouble breathing, so she was very relieved when Peggy Lee finally pinned her but wasn't sure she could get out of the ring and was holding back tears. Then the Terrorist was on her, and she remembered that was supposed to happen, but when she saw the blood, she panicked. She started crying and really couldn't breathe. The Terrorist had pulled her back too hard in the camel clutch, and her back was killing her and she wasn't able to breathe with her chest being stretched and the Terrorist's hands on her throat. This made her panic even more. She thought she was being strangled to death when the Terrorist finally let her out of the hold. She now had a lot of pain in her arm, between her legs and at her throat. She had bad welts on her throat from where Peggy had dropped her on the top rope and a massive bruise on the inside of her upper arm from where Peggy had dropped her knee. She and Shannon talked a little bit and concluded that Sasha and Peggy Lee had been really trying to hurt them. I was an outsider and foreigner to this world, and hell, I'd known this girl for only 24 hours. I wanted to protect her, to do something, but I was essentially powerless. She assured me she would be alright and that I should go out to the gym while she cleaned up and changed. Teri came out during the last match, Nina vs. Essence, and said she had gotten permission to leave early with me. She was carrying her bag and had changed into skin tight jeans tucked into knee high leather boots and her leather jacket. She was walking gingerly, as if she was in pain. I asked her if she was okay and she replied, "I don't know." We got in my rental car and went to a Mexican restaurant. Teri started powering down margaritas and continued chain smoking her Salems. She was still shaken up by her match and her conclusion that Peggy Lee intended to injure her. Her neck was glowing red and she showed me how nasty the bruise on her arm was looking. Her back was terribly sore and she said was really concerned about between her legs. Peggy was supposed to leave some room between the ring post and Teri's crotch on that move, but had pulled her up tight and pulled really hard on her legs. Peggy was too strong for Teri to get herself the room she needed to not be hurt. Teri was very tipsy from the margaritas and we headed back to the room. We made out passionately, her breath strong with the taste of tobacco smoke and tequila. She asked me to help her out of her boots and her skin tight jeans and I did so. I made love to her, but had to be very gentle and soft. She was in real pain. When we finished, I got her two aspirins, then again fell asleep as she smoked her post-coital cigarette in my arms. My Love For A Man At the age of 37 I never thought that I would become a widow, but I did. I also never thought that I would meet and fall in love with someone over the Internet. But I did, and I ended up flying halfway across the world to see that same person, despite vowing never to board an airplane. So on a very warm August day in the year 2000 I set out from Connecticut's Bradley international Airport. It was a very long flight and I was scared to death. I didn't talk to anyone I met along the way because I had heard about all sorts of terrible things happening to unsuspecting travelers. Finally, the plane landed and I was happy just to be alive. I hopped on a bus and headed to the hotel that Dave (the man I had met online) said he would be waiting for me at. In Sydney Australia, I met him in person for the first time. I had only seen old photos of him that he was able to scan and send to me so I really didn't know who or what I was going to meet but I knew the very second I laid eyes on him from across the hotel's lobby floor that it was him. I immediately said, "Dave," put my arms around him and held him tight. I am still holding him tight to this day. We went down to where he was having breakfast and he introduced me to his friend. We quickly excused ourselves and he brought me to our room where I would spend the next 2 weeks with him. We immediately landed in the bed; we knew all along that this was where we would be so it was to no surprise to me that our clothes were off in about 5 minutes and we were making love for the very first time. His cock was hard and throbbing, and I had to taste it. I took him into my mouth and sucked him for a few minutes until he was about to explode, but I wanted him inside me, so I did not allow him to cum yet. My cunt was wet and waiting for the man that I had until this moment only masturbated over. My dream was about to come true as I climbed on top of him and slipped his waiting cock into my warm and wet cunt. We fit together as though we were made for each other, and the waves of our first orgasms together came quickly as they had been building up for months. After a quick nap from the long flight and our first ever fuck together it was time to get up and take a look around; see some sights. But first I had to take a shower. As I was soaping myself up, suddenly from behind there appeared Dave. He climbed in, grabbing the soap from me, and started washing me all over. It felt wonderful to have his strong hands on me. He brought his soaped up hand down to my cunt and started to wash there. Then he reached down and started to lick my tits clean with his hot tongue; I was in heaven. I love to have my tits sucked, and my knees were getting weak. I wanted to stay here forever, but I seemed to be pretty clean, so I took the soap from him and returned the favor. I soaped up his back, turned him around and began to soap up his chest working my way down. When I got to his cock it was rock hard and sticking straight out in front of me, just begging for a thorough cleaning. I gently ran the soap bar from top to bottom then went to his balls (the biggest set I have ever seen on a human.) He was getting pretty clean from what I could see and there was a drop of cum hanging off his cock. I had to have a taste, so I stood up and put my arms around his neck and we kissed while the soap rinsed away. I soon let go, grabbed for his cock, and started kissing my way down to it. Once again that beautiful cock I had only dreamed about was starring me straight in the face. I reached my tongue out and took a quick lick. I heard Dave gasp for air; I opened my mouth and let him guide it in. I took it all the way down my throat and sucked as though my life depended on it. He took hold of the back of my head and started fucking my face. I thought I would gag, but I didn't. I was playing with his balls and had his cock in my mouth when I felt his balls start to tighten up. I knew he couldn't hold out much longer and all I wanted was to taste that wonderful cum of his. He reached down a little bit and started to pinch my tits. My cunt was wet and I needed to cum, but that would have to wait, for all of a sudden Dave let out a loud moan, pushed my head farther on his cock – if that was possible – and that was when I felt it: spurt after spurt of his cum. I drank it all, swallowed it all, and never missed a drop. When he was finished, I stood up and kissed him again, the flavor of his cum still on my lips. He reached his hand down and started to finger me. It wasn't long before I was fucking his hand like it was the last day on earth, and I quickly came all over his hand. He brought his fingers up for me to lick clean, and from that point on I knew I wanted to stay with Dave forever. Suddenly as though nothing had happened, I felt something really warm along my legs. Dave was pissing all over me. (That was a fantasy of his, but that is another story altogether.) When he was finished relieving himself, we stepped out from the shower, dried off and got dressed, and the tour of Sydney began. From one side of the hotel we could see the Sydney Opera House. What a beautiful site it was. From the other side there was a view of a bay (I can't remember the name of it) and lots of very tall buildings, which were quite new to me, considering the small Connecticut town I had come from. I was amazed and wanted to see everything. Dave being a bit older than my 37 years (turning 59) and not as able to get around as I am (and having been here a billion times already himself) set me out on my way and showed me where to go and what to look for if I was to find myself lost – which could be very easy in this big city. The 2000 Olympics were only a few weeks away and I could see where they were beginning to build the Olympic rings on the harbor bridge, something that I will never forget. To be continued.... thank you Lego_man for your editing My Love for Bondage I have been interested in bondage for as long as I can remember. I can remember back to when I was just 6 or 7 and tying up my grandmother with string. When she would get home from work and after supper, she would sit on the couch and let me tie her. She always had a dress on and nylons. I guess that is were I got my love for nylon clad legs too. As I got older, we graduated to ropes and some times gags. My grandmother never said no to me when I wanted to tie her. At the age of 10, we moved to a new home and my grandmother moved in with a friend of hers that she had known for a long time. This ended my fun. I had to content myself with playing Cowboys and Indians with the neighborhood girls and tie them as prisoners. It wasn't the same because they would always have pants on and never wore nylons. I soon found a store that sold the old detective magazines. I would buy the one with the girls on the covers tied up. I had quite a collection of them. My parents didn't know about them. Let me tell you a little about my mom. She stood about 5' 10" tall in her bare feet. She had long blond hair and green eyes. She had a little bit of a stomach, but that is what having 4 kids will do to you. One day while my mom was cleaning my room, she found them. When I got home from school and saw all my magazines on the kitchen table, I thought I was in big trouble. My mom looked at me and then the pile of magazines and said, "You enjoyed tying up your grandma didn't you?" I nodded my head yes. "You still like tying up girls. I've seen you playing with the girls." Again I nodded yes. Then she dropped a bomb shell on me. "I'll tell you what. Ever since I watched you tying up your grandmother, I've been trying to get your father to tie me up, but he thinks it is perverted. If you keep it a secret between us, I'll let you tie me up. The only rule is nothing sexual. You can run your hands up and down my legs like you did with your grandma, but that is it." I said, "Will you wear a dress and wear nylons for me too?" She nodded her head yes. "When can we start?" I asked. My mom said, "When you get home from school tomorrow. Your father has to work late and we'll have plenty of time. Right now I have to get supper ready. Remember, not a word to him." I said, "OK!" The next day couldn't go by fast enough for me. I thought the school day would never end. Finally it was over and I rushed home as fast as I could. I couldn't wait to see how my mom would be dressed for our first time. I walked in the door and my mom was in the kitchen wearing a white blouse, black skirt, brown hose and black high heels. I could see the outline of her bra through the fabric of the blouse and knew it was white also. What was under the skirt I didn't know? She looked at me and said, "How is this? She did a quick spin around and I said that it was great. She said, "I suppose the ropes I found in your closet along with a few of the scarves I am missing are your supplies?" I nodded my head and said I was sorry for taking them. She said it was ok, that she didn't wear them any more any way. Then she said, "Well let's get started. Go get your stuff. Your damsel is waiting for you." I quickly went to my room and got the box I had my supplies in. I went back out into the kitchen to find that my mom had pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and was sitting in it. "Let's start with something simple so I can see how good you are." I took out the first piece of rope and looked at her and said, "Are you sure you want to do this?" She said yes and put her hands behind the back of the chair. I quickly tied them together. She said to me that I must have had some practice at this. "The knot is tight and secure. I won't be able to get free of that." I took a longer piece of rope and wrapped it around her body and the chair tying her securely to it. The next piece went around he knees, and then finally the ankles. I picked up a scarf and said to her, "Last chance to back out. Once I gag you, you're bound for the duration." She replied by opening her mouth. I had tied a knot in the middle of the scarf and this I put into her mouth then tied it off tightly around her head. Then with another scarf, I blindfolded her. I stood back and admired my work. My mom, sensing I was done tying her started to struggle to get free. She had been right about me practicing. Every chance I got, I has tying different thing together and had even practiced tying my legs together. She was caught and couldn't get free. As per our agreement, I knelt down in front of her and ran my hands up and down her legs. I wasn't surprise to find she was wearing stockings and a garter belt since pantyhose had just come out. I sensed that my mom was really enjoying herself. After about 15 minutes, I untied her ankles and untied her from the chair. I made her stand up and then tied the rope around her body going under and over her breasts. Then I took the blindfold off and made her walk to the living room. I had her sit on the couch and blindfolded her again. I tied her ankles together again and then lifted her legs onto the couch so she was laying on it. This made her skirt ride up a little and the tops of her stockings were visible. I kept her tied for about an hour all together then released her so she could get supper and the rope marks would be gone by the time my dad got home. She looked at me after I untied her and said, "You really know how to tie someone up. I really enjoyed that. We'll be doing it when ever we can." I was in my glory. It turned out that my dad had to work late on Thursdays and Fridays so it was those 2 nights I tied her up. She would always try to have a different outfit on each time, but she would always have nylons on. My Love for Master Scene setting: It is a Friday, I have sent the kids to my parents house for the weekend, and Master is walking in the door after work...(kneeling on floor, naked except for my prettiest pink collar) "Sir, how may I make your life happier?" I say, looking into His eyes. I see the hard days work on Master's hands and face. I crave to make Him happy, knowing that working all day, Master need a release that only I can provide. "Oh, little one, come to me" He says, walking over to the couch and sitting down. Looking at me, crawling behind closer, knowing how much effort it took for me to sit and wait for Him, not being available at all times is something I'm getting used to. "Sir, I have dinner ready, and I have the bedroom set up the way you like it" I say softly, sitting at His feet, laying my head on His leg, "I love you so much, and it is so easy to serve you. I love to make you happy, and I am trying my hardest to do it tonight." Master leans down towards me and gently traces my lips with his tongue. He whispers gently towards me before kissing my lips, "Cum". Amazingly, just from the simple spoken word, cum gently eases down my leg as Master kisses me harder and deeper on my full lips. "Oh master" I exhale softly, as He releases his lips from mine, "I am yours for the night, for life, and forever." I am blushing, seeing the mess I made on Master's work shoes. I bend down and begin to lick it off, my tongue cascading down the patent leather. Master gently puts his finger under my chin and pulls my face to his, interrupting my licking. "No, little girl, not now." "Yes master, what may I do for you now?" I say back to him, softly and enthusiastically. "Lets eat dinner, I am starving." Master says, while slowly rising up. "Yes sir." He has already begun tugging on my collar as I answer, and I quickly fall in line behind him. Upon entering the dining room, Master politely pulls out my chair for me, momentarily confusing me. "Sir, I can do it myself" "No little one, you are mine, as much as I am yours, a master needs his slave, and a slave needs her master, just as the sun needs the sky and the sky needs the sun. Just because I am you master and you are my slave, doesn't mean I am not to be a gentleman." Master's words are eloquent and heartfelt. "Yes sir" We sit, and dinner is on the table, I have made a steak, salad, and corn on the cob. White wine is chilling. The flickering candles illuminate the meal, making it seem far grander the simple meal we are eating. We eat in silence, but each of us silent for different reasons. My silence, as a slave, is a direct result of Master not having spoken to me. Master's silence, as my owner, seems to be His need to test me, to test my obedience and servitude to Him. He looks at me every now and then, seeing me shift nervously, not knowing if dinner is good or not. I rise, go into the kitchen and get dessert. "No, love, not tonight." Master says, breaking the silence and relief spreads across my face, to hear His voice. He smiles at me, and grabs my hand. Masters lips gently kiss my hand, the back and then the palm, each fingertip; soon kissing up my arm, to my neck. Undoubtedly, Master can sense my arousal and excitement from his advances. He then kisses my neck and right behind my ear, leaning in and whispering softly, "knees", and I quickly drop to my knees beside Him. He motions for me to follow Him as he heads towards the bedroom. Turning on the light, and walking over to the bed, saying nothing; I look into His eyes, and immediately know what He wants. I crawl on to the bed, and get into position for inspection. My butt is in the air, legs spread, face down, I am open for Him to see, all of me. Master slides his hand up my legs, and then to my shaved lips, flicking my clit and feeling the instant wetness it causes. He slides one finger between the lips and slowly into my hole, I moan and grow even wetter from the touch. He pulls it out with a laugh and continues, reaching my ass, and I thrust it back welcoming the touch. "No!" He says firmly and smacks my ass, instantly reddening it. I whimper and apologize. He pulls his pants down, and tells me to turn. Thrusting his dick into my mouth and I begin to suck, as he takes off his shirt. His shirt sliding across my back... the smooth cotton sends chills down my spine. Every nerve in my body is awakened in Master's presence. Using a sleeve, Master wraps my wrists together, binding them tight I am balanced on my knees. Teetering with his cock still in my mouth, his hand gripping my hair tight holding me up and causing his cock to push deeper into my throat. Master's pelvis grinding hard into my face and my throat tightens on the head... the gag reflex tightens snug, pushing deeper into my throat. Then out slowly. His pace quickens as he uses my slut face like a wet pussy taking what is his, giving me what I crave. I feel his cock grow, and I know he is about to cum; pulling out, he cums all over my face. I smile up at him, seeing the happiness on his face, even as mine is covered with his cum. "Thank you master," I say, licking my lips, never losing contact with his eyes. I know how he loves facials, and I can feel his cum running down my face. It tickles and I start to giggle. He puts his hand on my forehead and pushes me back on the bed. 'Slave, you are mine for the night, answer me, but do not speak until I tell you to." He says while looking at me, with the control and power that only a true master has, and I nod my head yes, never looking away from those eyes. "Good girl, now, open your legs, so I may enjoy my dessert, since you have had your's already" I spread my legs, and watch as he crawls between them, licking slowly at first, to savor the taste of my cum. Master licks around the clit, sucking it into his hungry mouth, biting softly until I start to squirm on the bed, it is hard not to talk, I want to scream out his name, proclaim him to be the best Master, I want to say something, anything! "No little one, no talking." Master says, while looking over at me briefly, as if he can sense my urges; I nod my head, as a tear slowly comes to my eye. He starts to lick me, harder then before, licking and sucking, getting every bit of my juice into his mouth. I start to grind on to him, whimpering, knowing I cannot cum unless I beg, but unable to talk, I must suffer with the pleasure. Master can feel me about to lose control, and stops to look into my eyes. "Yes love, speak to me, what is it you need?" His voice so sincere, so loving. "Oh please master, please, may I cum now?" I cry out, breathless and aching. Master returns to his licking, and I start to cry, I am so far into subspace, I can't think about anything but what he is doing to me, and I am so close to losing it, I bring myself back down, try and focus on anything at all. "Yes" Master says, and I explode. I cum so hard, my whole body begins to shake... My Love for Natalie Every once in a while something happens in a man's life to give him hope. Hope! I smile just looking back at those days when one could just kick back and relax. Today, everyone seems to be in such a big hurry! Then one day a man finds himself old, reflecting on his life and how quickly it went by. Then we all hang on to the stories that made a difference in our lives and if there ever was a story that made a difference in my life, then it was this one. Last year I went to surprise an old friend of mine who was used to living out the winter skiing in Aspen, Colorado. He had made a fortune on some stocks that skyrocketed overnight, literally and decided to retire young; young being in his late forties! He had immigrated to the US just after finishing school in our country and went to university in California and then got his MBA and went into business. He struggled for a few years and then struck gold. I arrived at his house in Aspen after driving from New York. I had come to visit him from our home country and decided to rent a car and drive out and surprise him. I knew it was a very long drive but I had time to burn and thought that it was a good way to discover The States. I knocked on his door after admiring his house from the outside; it must have been around 8pm. A gloomy looking woman opened the door. She was in black and had obviously being weeping for a while. One look at her and I got the shivers. "Yes?" she enquired from behind a slightly opened door. "I'm here to see Ash," I replied with pessimistic anticipation. "Mr. Ash passed away last night," she said and began silently weeping. I stood there in shock for a long while saying nothing. "Ash is dead?" I asked in horror. "He was fighting cancer for a year and passed away just last night. Are you a relative?" she wept. "Once I was his best friend," I said, a solitary tear rolling down my cheek. She invited me in and told me the whole story. I stayed for an hour, freshened up and left feeling empty. I decided to drive back to New York, starting immediately as I had no wish to stay in this part anymore. I stopped and bought a few things to eat along the way should I become hungry and started off. I had also decided that I wanted to take my time and drive on the side roads, and since it was early April, the snow had melted in many areas. Two hours into my drive and I was on a very dark road running through what appeared to be a dense, mountainside forest. I looked at my GPS and I must have been at least 80 or 90 miles away from the nearest sign of civilization and I was exhausted. I decided to make a stop at the first place that offered lodging. And as I was thinking that to myself, I saw a car on the side of the road about 500 feet ahead of me. It looked like it had swerved of the road so I slowed down and pulled up right next to it. It was very dark so I wasn't able to see if anyone was in it or not so I decided to take a closer look. I pulled up ahead of it and got out of my rental and walked over to the car. I looked inside through the window but no one was inside it so I got back in my car and drove off. Two miles down the road and I could see someone walking on the side of the road. It was too hard to see if it was a man or a woman or a child, for that matter and as soon as that person realized that there was a car coming on the road, the person turned around and suddenly and unexpectedly jumped off the side and disappeared behind the trees. So I pulled up to where I believed that person had disappeared and stopped. I rolled down my window and looked out for any signs of life. "Hello," I called out. No reply. "Hello, is anyone there?" I tried again. "I saw you a few seconds ago." Again there was no reply. I figured out it must be a terrified woman with all sorts of things running through her head. "Look, I'm going to leave you something to eat on the side of the road in case you're hungry and I'll be leaving. This is your last chance," I said as I got out of the car and pulled out some of things I had bought for the road and put them on the side. I got back into the car and slowly drove off. I think I heard a muffled call so I stopped and got out of the car. "Look, you have nothing to worry about. If that's your car back there then you might want to hitch a ride with me till the next gas station or something," I called out into the dark. A dark figure appeared from behind a tree. It was a small figure. "Hello there, no need to be scared," I said and walked back into my car and waited. I waited for a few moments but the door did not unlock so I just sat patiently until it did. The figure slowly and very reluctantly got into the passenger seat. The person was dressed in a heavy snow jacket and had a hood covering the head. The person was obviously of small stature. "Hi there, I hope I didn't startle you. It's just that this isn't exactly the place you want to be wondering around alone in at this time of the night. Are you OK?" "Yes," she said softly, her face still hidden by the side of the large hood. "Good. Any place in particular?" She shook her head. "Anywhere." "Car broke down?" I asked. "Yes," she replied, obviously not in the mood for a conversation. "OK, I'll drive until we find a place you can get some help." "Thank you." I drove off very slowly as there icy patches on this road so I had to be extra careful and as I began to drive, I slowly started to have memories of my friend Ash. I began to remember how he was so full of life. He was a hilarious man who could just walk into a room and moments later everyone would be on the floor kicking with laughter. I remembered some of the stuff he used to pull and began chuckling with tears running down my cheeks. I felt the person next to me looking at me so I looked away and wiped my face with my hand. "Is everything OK?" the woman softly asked, prompting me to gently park the car and swiftly get out. I got out and walked towards the back of the car to where she could not see me and I began sobbing. I had an intense outburst of sadness and quickly recovered from it and got back into the car. "Listen, I can walk if ..." she began. "Sorry, I'm just having the worst day of my life," I interrupted, looking straight ahead as I started the car off again and slowly drove off. "That makes two of us," she softly said. I looked at her but could not make out her features in the, almost, complete darkness. The only light we had was that of the headlights of the car beaming onto the road ahead of us as well as the few buttons and gages on the dashboard. "I'm sorry you're having a bad day too." "You aren't American, are you?" she asked. "No." And with that we sat in silence for about ten minutes when we saw a light ahead. We both sat up and looked at the new object of interest which turned out to be a nice looking little motel in the middle of the forest. "Look, I'm exhausted and I've been driving for God knows how long and I really do need to get some sleep because I've got a hell of a long drive ahead of me tomorrow, so I'm going to see if they have a place for me to sleep. You can make a phone call and make arrangements to get out of here. Is that OK?" I said. "Yes," she replied. "How come you don't have a phone with you?" I asked. "I do but it's a long story," I could sense the bemusement in her voice. We got out of the car and walked right into the reception where a nice young girl was sitting at the desk. "Hi there," she happily announced, "can I help." "I need one single room ..." I began. "Make that two singles, please," the woman interrupted. "Two singles it is," said the girl and with that she checked us in to our rooms. I walked into my room and it was a nice and cozy little nest that you would think belonged in a skiing resort. I was glad that the day was over and to be here so I undressed, jumped in the shower and had a nice long hot shower. Then I got out, put on my shorts and T shirt and turned the TV on. A few moments later there was a knock on my door. I opened the door and saw the most exquisite young lady I have ever seen standing there with a grateful smile. She looked very familiar but there was no way I could have met her before. "Hi," she said, "I just wanted to say thank you for everything." "I am glad I was able to be of assistance," I replied, "and I'm sorry for that episode out there." "I understand." "I lost my best friend today," I blurted out without wanting to do so; I was never the one to go into feelings and stuff like that. "I'm so sorry." "It happens ... look at me, aren't I the polite one! Please come in." I said. She slowly walked in with both her hand behind her back. She brought out one of her hands with a bottle in it, "care to join me for a night cap?" she smiled, "got it from the bar in this place. It's not too shabby, you know?" "No it isn't. I haven't had a drink in ages but if there ever was a time I needed one it would be right now. Let me look for glasses in the bathroom." I came back with the two glasses and took the bottle from her after checking it out. "Cognac? I'm impressed. Must have cost a bit though," I said. "Just something to keep us warm." I poured two glasses of the finest Cognac and shut my eyes relishing the sensation of the heat going down into me. "So," I began, "what brings you here, or are you from here?" I asked. She smiled an all too familiar smile which really made me wonder where I saw her before. "I was on a set somewhere around here and was on my way back to wherever I was supposed to go and ... " "Set?" I asked. "You don't know who I am, do you?" she softly chuckled. "Oh my God," I said in complete horror. "So you do know?" she teased. "Oh my God," I repeated. "Don't be too hard on yourself. I practically covered my face. Even the reception girl didn't recognize me." "You're ... Natalie ... Portman ..." I stumbled. "In the flesh." "This is such ... an ... honor ... I ... I ... " "Actually, you saved my day," she blurted out. "Come on," I said, "I think you just saved mine." I took her tiny hand into mine and kissed it while jokingly making a somewhat royal bow. She chuckled. "I'm glad I could make you feel better." "I'm sorry for that silly display back there," I apologized, "but if I may ask, why is you day so bad?" "I had a horrible argument with the crew back on the set and I'm so weak; they just walked all over me. I was supposed to fly back with them to New York today but instead I decided to be stubborn about it so I bought this stupid car from one of the local helpers and ... voila ... here I am." "Well, aren't I the lucky one?" "If you think all this makes you lucky!" "Oh, it does!" I laughed. "But you're probably in a hurry to get back," I said. "I have three days to be in New York. How about you, how long do you have?" she asked. "I can be anywhere anytime I want." "But where were you originally going?" she asked "New York!"She raised her eyebrows jokingly in response to my reply. "I have to fly back to my country. By the way, I don't think you'll be very happy to know where I'm from!" With brows raised even more now, "And why is that?" she asked. "Egypt! ... and you're originally ..." "I see ... Israeli ..." she laughed, "so if you had known it was me from the beginning w.." "I would do it all over again and again ... I am one or your most avid fans, "I interrupted. She looked at me and smiled like she genuinely liked me. "Look," she began, "I don't want to sleep in that room by myself, so do you mind if I sleep on your floor?" "Yes I would," I replied somewhat confusing her. "You will sleep on this bed and I will sleep on the floor and if you so much as make one sound of objection I'm sending you back to your room, young girl." I smiled. We sat drinking for a while and then we said our good nights. We must have been so tired as neither of us uttered a word. Seconds later I could hear her breathing heavily, the way someone sleeping does and that was the last I heard that night, too. When I woke up she was sitting in the bed reading a piece of paper. She looked at me and shook her head in disappointment. "You snore, did you know that?" then she smiled lighting up the whole room. She was a sight in the morning. "So my ex always told me," I replied, "divorced last week," I continued feeling that I owed her an explanation. "My husband filed for divorce yesterday," she said. "Look," I found myself saying. "Drive with me to New York. I know we don't know each other but I really would appreciate the company. We can help each other over these miserable times and ... well ... to me this is going to be an experience of a lifetime ... I mean ... you're Natalie Portman, for God's sake ... what else could a man want ... and I promise ... no monkey business ... no bad manners ... " "It will be my pleasure. But I have one condition." "Name it," I said, all too fast. "Since I don't want to sleep in a room by myself, I insist that I take the floors," she smiled. "We'll see about that," I must have been beaming. "Nope ... you tell me now." "The floors are all yours ... but I can't promise you anything with regards to my snoring!" We left around 10am that morning and decided to drive till we couldn't take it anymore. We took some ready-made food from the motel with us and we had a couple of picnics along the way and the further away we got from Colorado, the warmer it became. She didn't want to make any stops in inhabited areas because of the hassle that she got from the people who recognized her and that was just fine with me. After driving on and off for about ten hours, I decided I had enough so we agreed that the first decent looking hotel we found would be our sanctuary for the night. We did find a nice looking motel and we checked in. This time I went to the reception and she stayed in the car after which I came to pick her up. We went into the room and it was exactly what we had hoped it would be. It had a nice fireplace, big TV, comfortable chairs and nice food. When we went in and after we ordered the food, Natalie jumped in the shower and I went to the bar and bought two bottles of wine. When I got back to the room, Natalie was getting out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a large towel. She had exquisite shoulders, sexy legs and cute, tiny feet. I tried as hard as possible not to look but my eyes just couldn't resist a few peeks. When she turned around and put one of her feet on a chair to dry it with a smaller towel, she had her back to me and I couldn't resist staring at her. "A .. a .. a .. peeking are we?" she jokingly warned. "No ... " I said not realizing she was joking. "Well ... you should be," she laughed. "I'm 49 years old ... you think I haven't seen a thing or two in my life?" "Have you seen Natalie Portman almost in the nude before?" she teased. "I must admit ... you do have a point," I decided to play along. "Well now you've seen the soon-to-be Miss Natalie Portman semi-nude, care to go in and shower till the food gets here? And by the way, you don't look 49" I went into the shower and came out in my shorts and T shirt. Natalie was wearing one of my T shirts. It was funny because apparently in her rage she left without taking her stuff with her. "I hope you don't mind me taking one of your things," she said in anticipation. "Mind?" I said as if she had made a ridiculous statement. It made her look as sexy as hell and if that was going to be my view for the night, then who was I to argue? The food came and we ate and drank wine and ate more and drank more wine. We put the food tray on the bed and we sat with our legs folded opposite each other. I couldn't help notice her underwear and her thighs and couldn't help sneaking peeks every once in a while. "Do you think I don't notice you peeking?" she teased when we were just about finishing our food. "Natalie, look, I'm a bit tipsy now and I don't think I can maintain being polite at this stage. So, please lay off me and give me a break." "Or what?" she teased further. "You're asking for it, aren't you?" I blurted out. "Asking for what?" she laughed. Her attitude was beginning to cause a stir in my groins for the first time since we met. "Please just let it rest," I pleaded. Her eyes settled on my groins. She smiled and got up and took the tray off the bed. She walked into the bathroom and started washing her hands. I followed her into the bathroom and stood behind her waiting for her to finish so as to get my turn to wash my hands. When she finished and as she turned to leave, she intentionally brushed against in a teasing way. She left and I looked at myself in the mirror. Here I was, in my late forties, recently divorced, best friend just dead and I am spending the night with who I thought was the hottest woman in the world! SHIT! I got back into the bedroom to spot her taking a huge gulp of wine. "Need to gather up your courage for something?" I teased, being quite tipsy myself. "Nope ... just getting drunk ... having fun ... " "Do you smoke?" I asked. "You mean, do I get high?" she understood my intentions immediately. "I was in Holland before coming to the States and I have a sweet smoke." "Role me the meanest joint you can," she challenged. "That, my friend, is a bold statement." I rolled the joint and we shared it. It was powerful and we immediately began cracking up in hysterics. By now, my eyes were all over her and she was playing me like a violin. I must have been slobbering all over her but I was being playful yet respectful. We sat and laughed for an hour or so before the fatigue began to creep in. "I'm tired and I think I want to sleep," she said. "Same here," I said. "But listen, let me get the floor ... please ..." I pleaded. "Look," she was serious, "this bed is huge ... it can take us both easily with miles between us and I promise I won't jump you," she laughed. "Well ... if you promise ..." I said but I the wine and weed were making me adventurous. I jumped into bed She got in and covered herself leaving a hefty space between us but we were facing each other. I decided to tease he a little bit before getting some sleep. "I noticed you have tiny feet," I began, "what size shoes do you wear?" I felt a stirring in the bed and then her foot appeared right in front of my face. "Take a guess." I took it in my hands and slowly began to rub her foot. I then kissed it. "I feel I can take it all in my mouth!" I joked. "That should be my line!" she replied and cracked up laughing. "Point your toes towards me," I demanded and she did. I took all five of her toes in my mouth and licked them slowly. I took her foot out of my mouth. "See ... told you ... now ... about your line ... care to use it?" "So there is a monster somewhere inside that soft spoken, decent gentleman I'm sleeping with?" she teased. I moved in closer to her. I could hold off no more. My penis was at full alert and I needed her to feel it. And as I moved closer she reciprocated and she too moved closer. My penis slammed against her body and lifted up the covers. She looked at my swollen groins hungrily. Her hand immediately went for my bulge and she released my penis from my boxers. I gasped as the warmth of her hands engulfed my penis. She slowly stroked me then shifted her look from my penis to my eyes. I immediately planted a huge kiss on her gorgeous lips. Now I know that I am a good kisser. Not one I have been with failed to mention that. My kiss took her by surprise. I took her lower lip between my two lips and sucked it into my mouth and licked it, my tongue slowly licking that juicy lip. She gasped in ecstasy. Her hand was still stroking my penis but now she was also rubbing it against her inner cunt lips and her clit. The kiss was long and lustful and very, very wet. My Love for Natalie P.02 Since we parted in New York, I had thought about nothing other than her. I knew I had to go back and see her but my intentions were not that of a hungry teenager. I Was angry at myself for letting my feelings get in the way of things. After all, was she not a superstar? And who was I to want anything from someone of her status? I made arrangements to fly back to the States and called her the night before the trip. "Hi, Natalie?" I said over the phone. "Hello there," she replied casually. "I'm flying in tomorrow," I announced. "Well, I'll see you when you arrive," she said somewhat coldly. I felt chills run down my spine. Obviously, she was not so excited to hear from me. But was it not her that called to tell me that she had called? I few seconds later, I received a text message saying "In a meeting ... can't talk much ... just get your ass over here and call me when you arrive." I must have thought about a thousand different scenarios on the plane of how our meeting would end up. But in the back of my head I know she was only in for a quick fling and nothing more. I psyched myself up for just that and decided to settle for whatever it was she was offering. I mean, can a man really complain about this situation? I arrived at JFK and called her. Again, she casually answered me and gave me directions to her Fifth Avenue penthouse. This time I had geared myself up to be casually brushed off in a telephone conversation. Of course she had people around her all the time and she definitely couldn't be seen too excited talking to anyone on the phone. I arrived at her apartment around 6pm. It was early June and it was quite warm in New York. She opened up the front door herself and immediately pulled me in and planted a huge kiss on my lips. I was in heaven and all my fears of rejection melted away. She even dragged what little luggage into her apartment herself. Then she stood back and looked at me with a grin that I would, and usually did, pay money to see! "I've been waiting for this," she announced softly. "And I've been dreaming about it," I said and moved in and hugged her, lifting her off her feet. I simply stood there hugging her for must have seemed as an eternity. "Dream no more," she softly said. I gently put her down on her feet again and moved a step back to admire her. She raised both her arms to her side and twirled. "Well ... here I am. What do you want to do?" "Right now, I want to freshen up and slip into something comfortable," I replied. "Then, I just want to sit down and look at you." She softly smiled and showed me the way to the shower. Her apartment was stuff dreams were made of; a Fifth-Avenue penthouse overlooking the park. Her bathroom was luxurious yet very elegant; not loud and vulgar like many rich people love. I showered and dressed in my usual hoe attire of shorts and T shirt and looked for her. She was seated in her living room. She smiled at me as I came into the room and sat down next to her on her giant, cozy couch. "So, how long do you plan to stay in the States?" she asked. "Well ... that all depends. I have all the time in the world, so I think I'll stay until I start turning into an inconvenience for you," I laughed. "That long?" she chuckled. "No really, until you need me out of your life," I chuckled back. "I have to be in LA next week, so why don't we drive cross-country?" she said. "I really am all yours. " "So, that's OK with you," she asked. "Anything's OK with me as long as I'm going to be with you. So tell me, do you have work coming up, or are you going for meetings and stuff like that?" I asked. "Meetings," she confirmed. " I'm signing for another movie so I have to go and meet the producers and make all the necessary arrangements," she explained. "I just don't want to be in your way," I said. "You won't be. I want you here. I want you with me ... have you forgotten that I called you?" "It's just a little hard to understand, that's all," I said. "I'm only a woman," she said softly and reassuringly. "And you're a man." "You're not just any woman ... you're THE woman ..." I blurted out. "I have a favor to ask you," she said. "Please ... anything ..." I said. "I want you to stop looking at me like a superstar," she sweetly said. "That's not it, Natalie," I sincerely said. "I look at you as THE woman; THE woman. You could be washing dishes in a restaurant for all I care. It's not about you being a superstar; it's about you being you. " She looked at me for a long moment then shifted closer to me, held my face in her hands and planted a huge kiss on my lips. We must have kissed for at least fifteen minutes before she released my face from the grip of her hands. "I see," she said. "You have to understand that I'm not exactly a player when it comes to women," I said. "I mean, I married at a reasonably early age, had kids and lived the typical life that's expected of me. Don't get me wrong, I have had my share of play, but that was a long time ago. I did very well for myself throughout the years, though. I piled up some cash and invested in some stock that did well for me. So ... yes ... I'm doing well ... but ... you're so much different from what I've been used to all my life. " "You're a man," she said, giving me a real sense of honor. "There are billions of men on this planet." "Oh, not really, you know: Males, yes; men, no." "Can I ask you a question?" I asked. "I can feel where you're going with this," she replied. "So I'm just going to go ahead and say what I think I want to say." "OK," I said in anticipation. I wanted to know if she really understood what I wanted to know before I even asked her. "I don't know what you are to me at this point. All I know is that I wanted to be with you ever since the moment we parted. And believe me, it's not about the sex or anything. I feel safe with you. You carry yourself with a sense of dignity. You're a kind man. You're soft spoken and considerate. I genuinely like you. I thought about you a lot when you left and found myself wanting you to come back. You see, I have an issue with trust. I just can't let myself open up to people because in my business everyone is out to get something. I always have my guard up and it's exhausting. When we met, I was just so tired of holding my guard up to the point I just said to hell with it. That very day I had a huge argument with my co-workers, like I told you and I was just fed up. I wanted to be myself for a change. I just needed to be with someone that doesn't want anything from me. And don't get me wrong, I'm no fool, I am an excellent judge of character. I never get a good feeling about someone who turns out bad and I never get a bad feeling about someone who turns out good and I'm talking first impressions here. I observed you when you went into the reception of that secluded hotel and asked for a room. Immediately the girl warmed to you. She gave you a huge smile. The kind of smile a person gives to a person they trust. She instantly liked you. I hadn't seen you properly till that moment. But her reaction to you gave me a good feeling about you. Then when you found out who I was and when you jokingly bowed to me, I kinda liked your sense of humor ... the way you almost kicked yourself for not recognizing who I was. Women feel these things, you know?" I was looking into her big beautiful eyes entranced by her words. "I'm not here because I don't want anything from you," I said sheepishly. "Oh, I know, I know ... but I AM sure you're not here to take advantage of me. You ... you ... you're nice and I like nice. I never liked the arrogant pretty boys or arrogant power players who think they can have anything they want. Of course there women out there who lust after pretty boys or powerful men but I'm not one of those women," she said. "So what do you think I want from you, Natalie?" I asked with sincerity. "Me. You want to be with me. The way you look at me just melts my heart. You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen and I don't mean they are pretty eyes, I just mean that you have a very meaningful look. I feel you appreciate what you see. When we were driving down to New York you just seemed in tune with everything. You're a foreign man who came to meet his friend who turned out to be dead. I could see the appreciation of life in your eyes. You appreciated me," she concluded. "And here I was, wondering what to say to you when I saw you." "Does that answer the question you wanted to ask me?" "I've been thinking about how our second encounter will turn out to be. I've been thinking about things to say to you. I wanted to come up with things that will make you feel OK about me without being pushy," I said. "Exactly, and I feel that of you. Bottom line is: now you're here, I know you make me feel happy. Now, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let's just enjoy each other's company and see what happens. Let's just play along," she said. "I honestly don't think I've ever been happier to see someone in my life," I said. "Actually, I don't either." "When do you want to start off to LA?" I asked. "How about right now? I can pack some stuff to eat and we can start off tonight. Let's stop at a hotel on the way and just lose ourselves in the moment. How does that sound?" she said. "Let's go." We prepared some things for the road; a few clothes and some food and we took off in her car. Of course I drove. I told her I wanted to see Chicago so we decided we would start off by driving towards Columbus, Ohio and maybe settle in a hotel or motel in that area. We also decide we would, later on, drive to the same hotel we first made love in and then the other hotel we first stayed in together in Colorado. It must have been around 2am when we decided to call it a night. We found ourselves a nice hotel in the outskirts of Columbus and we had been driving for nearly seven hours with only two brief stops to use washrooms. We didn't talk much but we did hold hands throughout the whole drive. Holding Natalie's hand was like holding on to the secret of life! It was so satisfying. I loved her tiny, warm and exquisite hands. She briefly dosed off a couple times throughout the drive. We checked in and as usual, and to avoid the unnecessary hassles of fame, she would stay in the car until I finished all the paperwork. The room was cozy and comfortable. We both took turns showering and jumped into bed after that. Oddly enough, we were both exhausted to the point that within seconds we were both fast asleep. We did not make love our first night; something that I had not considered possible. But the next morning I woke up to something rubbing against my back. I was sleeping face down and she was massaging me. She was sitting on my butt rubbing my upper back with her delicate hands. I didn't bother to open my eyes, but smiled enough to make her realize that I was awake. "I don't want you to move. Just enjoy," she softly commanded. I let her rub my back for about fifteen minutes then I said: "I want to turn over now." "Ok," she said as she raised herself enough to give me room to turn over without pushing her off me. She was completely naked. Her beautiful small breasts fully exposed; her pink nipples fully erect. She sat on my erection, still my briefs intact. Again she lifted herself and this time she moved my briefs down exposing my fully erect penis. She then sat on my shaft, not taking it inside her but more so the shaft rubbing against her moist lips. And as she moved to rub my chest she would rub against my shaft, slowly and softly. I raised my right hand to her breast and very softly squeezed her left nipple with my thumb and index finger. She closed her exquisite eyes to savor the sensation. Her movement became a little more vigorous and I could feel the moisture of her cunt intensify as my pubic hair began to receive her dripping moisture. Then, when she was leaning forward to rub my shoulder I retracted my pelvic bone in then pushed forward as my penis became aligned with her cunt. It entered swiftly and fully and she opened her eyes to look into mine as she collapsed her whole body on to mine. I raised my hands to hold her buttocks and lifted them ever so slightly to give me some room to pump her. Her facial expressions were just too much for me to bear and I came with an explosion of semen that I had never encountered before. My orgasm was so intense I honestly thought I lost myself for a second. But the funny thing was that I felt no awkwardness for cumming before she did. So she just let me enjoy the sensations while holding my face in her hands. "This is my present to you," she said as she looked deep into my eyes. "Thank you," I said, breathless and fell into a deep sleep. I woke up again after a while and she was still on top of me, her sweet breath brushing against my shoulder. I slowly moved her off me resting her on her back. She stirred a little but did not fully wake up. I moved under the sheets and headed for her pussy and slowly worked it. She was already moist. Her tasted was something new to me. I had never tasted a cunt that was that delicious. So I basically licked off the moisture and gave room for more moisture to come out. Within a couple of minutes she came with a vengeance. Her orgasm was long and intense and she was purring rather than moaning and after it subsided I pulled myself up to the level of her face and looked into her drowsy eyes. "Let's not drive today," she said. "I want to stay in bed all day. Do you mind?" "Mind?" I asked. "I would like nothing more in the world right now other than being in this very same spot. I ... I ... think ... I ..." I hesitated. "Say it," she said. "I want you to say it." "I am falling in love with you Natalie ..." She hugged me and we fell into a deep sleep." When we woke up, we were both entangled in each other's arms. She smelt so good; naturally. She had a natural aroma of something fresh and desirable. I looked at her for a long while, not believing that this was actually the famous Natalie Portman. She opened her eyes and again smiled in a way that I was becoming accustomed to -- no; addicted to. "Hi there," I said. "Hello ... my love," she said and fell asleep again. I continued watching her, my heart pounding with joy. Then after about fifteen minutes she woke up again; this time refreshed and ready to get out of bed. "We should be looking for something to eat," I said. "Let's see what we have here for room service. We got out of bed and ordered some lunch. Natalie was in the nude and stayed that way. Her body was outrageously sexy and as an extra bonus she had two sexy dimples above her butt cheeks. She noticed my eyes following her every move and smiled to herself. "You said something to me when you briefly woke up there for a second," I said. "I said: hello my love ... I do remember," she confirmed. "Good," I said, relived. "I have a strong feeling about where this is going," she said. "So do I," I replied. "Now, I want to ask you a question," she said. "Ask away," I replied. "What do you think of this whole thing if we really do fall in love?" she asked. "I actually thought about this," I began. "I believe we will have to let your life dictate what will happen. I can, in no way, ask you to give up anything. You have way too much going for you right now, so whatever is suitable in assuring you that you get the best out of life is what I would definitely want to happen and will make sure happens. As for me, I'm at peace with myself. I don't have to do anything for now. I did what I set out to do and I think it's about time I started relaxing a bit. So, I will leave that up to you. You see, falling in love has a way of changing things. So the best I can do as I go along with this is help you make sense of things if you start losing focus. Besides, I think you are a little too early on to fall in love." "Why do you say that?" she asked. "Because you have to know that you are vulnerable right now. I'm sure you enjoy my company, or else you wouldn't be here with me, but try and stay focused," I smiled. "Are you encouraging me not to fall in love with you?" she laughed. "I would like nothing in the world more than to have you fall in love with me. My God you are so beautiful. Everything about you just drives me crazy. I love how you are so small and delicate. I love how your eyes are soft and understanding. I love how smart you are. I love how vulnerable you are. I love how you look at me and understand how I feel. I wanted to tell you this but thought I'd appear to be pushy or needy. And above all, I love how I feel about you and in such a short time, too and I love how you are taking all this without making me feel pushy or needy and how you're just letting me enjoy this," I said with a sincerity I didn't know I had in me. "I think I'm mesmerized by you," she said. "When you talk I feel that I'm floating, or in a trance or something. I've never felt this way before," she added. The knock on the door interrupted the moment. She got up and went into the bathroom while I answered the door. It was our lunch and it was being sent over by a young woman in her early twenties. As she put the service cart next to the table in our room, Natalie came out of the bathroom, still naked thinking that the room was clear. The girl took a look at her and raised her hand to her mouth. "Oh my God," she exclaimed in an overly excited manner. "Please," I said. "Can we have our privacy?" "It's Natalie Portman," the young woman squealed in delight looking at Natalie's naked body. "Look," Natalie began aggressively. "Everywhere I go, I get this. I'm just a lookalike so please just go away." "You are ... " the woman began. "She's just my girlfriend and she looks like her, that's all," I said. "Nope ... that's Natalie Portman and nothing can tell me otherwise," insisted the young woman. "Please leave," I insisted and virtually had to push her out of the room. We ate quickly and we had to leave immediately after finishing our lunch. Natalie was a little annoyed by the ordeal so the first hour of the drive was quite unpleasant. I continued driving for a while in silence then I had to say something. "Look Nat, I think this was about to happen sooner or later. What do you make of this?" "The problem is once the world gets to know about these things, it spoils everything," she sadly said. "But we're in the middle of nowhere and I don't think anyone will believe her even if she does talk about it to anyone," I tried to be reassuring. "But this is how rumors start," she explained. "So let's enjoy it while it lasts," I tried to be comforting. "And then what?" Natalie said. "And then we will figure things out and play along as we go on. Please let's just forget about it and try and enjoy each other's company and if things do get ugly then I'll respect any decision you have to take." "But I wanted this to last for a while," she sweetly said, sending shivers of joy throughout my whole body. "So let's make it last," I said. I parked the car at a very secluded and not very visible area. I took her hand into mine and just sat there for a long while until she cooled off. I was looking at her but she was miles away, consumed in thought. She looked at me after a long while and wanted to say something, but hesitated. My heart sank to my feet as I waited for her to say whatever it was she was about to say. Then she looked at me again. "I ... think ..." she hesitated. "Let's make love," she blurted out. "I need you right now." We got out of the car and found a somewhat hidden spot and took our clothes off. I held her to me and kissed her deeper than I had done before and began to ravish her more than make love to her. I was rougher than usual and my kisses were more aggressive. I pinned her to the ground and licked out her whole body, almost not missing a spot. I even licked the rim of her asshole and she resisted at first but I held my ground. I circled it and circled it and I felt she feared I would attempt to penetrate her from behind but I didn't. I then moved up to her cunt and licked on her but this time not so softly. She moaned but I sensed a bit of pain as I did so, even though she was as wet as can be. And after about fifteen minutes of licking her cunt I decided to play it differently this time so I raised my face to face hers and lied on my side and penetrated her with my middle and ring fingers and looked for her G spot. I found the rough bump and immediately began to rub it hard and fast. She didn't last twenty seconds and she came with a vengeance, her cunt dripping cupfuls of liquid. I let her rest after her orgasm subsided, for about a couple of minutes, my fingers still on her spot. Then I rubbed again, very violently and she came again. Then I did it again and again until she seemed to fall into one continuous long orgasm that lasted for minutes. My Love for Natalie P.02 I carried her to the car, both of us naked and me with a full erection. I put her in the back seat and dressed myself and drove off. Two hours later she woke up. She looked at me solemnly for a few seconds then said: "What was that?" I smiled, "That was a road-trip special," I chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood should she be angry; I didn't know how she would react to what happened. "That was the single-most violent orgasm I ever had. I think I passed out!" "You did," I confirmed. "Thank you so much for that. I was feeling as if I was about to explode and needed something to calm me down. This did the job fine," she smiled. "I'm sorry I got a little rough with you back there," I said. "Every once in a while a woman needs to get ravished. I guess it was my time," she laughed. "Did you enjoy it?" "Did I?" her eyes widened and she shyly laughed. "I think I was going to fly off and land somewhere else ... I don't even care about today's incident anymore ... but that's why you did it, right?" "Yep," I proudly responded, playing along and claiming credit for her sudden good mood. "You know," she began, "I'm not a very sexual person! I mean, I do love sex, but I'm not one of those nympho freaks that can't keep her legs closed but with you it's just right. I can't help it and for the first time I really do enjoy myself and I have no inhibitions." I just sat there driving and smiling ... I mean what does a man say to that? "He thinks he's the man, now, doesn't he?" she joked. "Oh ... he's the man alright! Care to argue?" I joked back. "Who am I to argue?" she laughed. "Well ... just making sure," I, too, laughed. "Don't get cocky on me now," she said. "Oh, yeah?" I responded. "Oh, I see. Is that how it's going to be from now on?" she laughed again. "We'll just have to find out, won't we?" For the first time in my life, I really was having the time of my life. I was laughing, joking, making silly gestures and just being myself. I hadn't been able to be myself since God knows when. It was a joy to be around this woman and even more so seeing that she was obviously having a great time, too. We arrived at the motel we first made love a couple of days later. I asked for the same room and it was luckily available. After I checked in and she joined me we immediately began kissing and making passionate love; everywhere in the room. Once, twice, three times and who's counting. Then the next day we spent the night in the same room we stayed in together for the first time and we did the same. It was one long drive of discovery and pleasure. Then we arrived in LA and we drove to her Beverly Hills mansion. She had not informed anyone that she would be coming so that only the necessary staff would be there to greet her. I parked in front of the entrance and she went inside to clear the way for me. I had insisted that, and to her objection, no one knew she had a guest with her. She told me that the few people there were her trusted staff but I insisted that Hollywood will always be Hollywood so she gave her staff the night off after we check in. She had a beautiful bathroom with a large Jacuzzi with powerful water jets in all the right places. And as she was slipping into her usual routine of showering after we arrived anywhere, I came into the bathroom turned the Jacuzzi on and grabbed her from the shower. She didn't object, so I carried her into the Jacuzzi. And instead of simply releasing her to be seated, I maneuvered her so that her front side was facing a strong water jet and spread her legs, her cunt a very few inches away from the powerful force leading to instant orgasm, then another orgasm then another until she tapped my forearm to release her. I sat facing her and she just looked at me, her eyes still dreamy from the triple orgasm bounty. "I don't think I've ever had so many orgasms in a week in my life," she tiredly said. "Is that good or bad?" I chuckled. "It's exhausting," she shut her eyes slowly and said resting her head on the side of the Jacuzzi. "But it's also great. I never knew I had it in me. I hope I don't get used to this pace," she smiled; still her eyes shut. "And I don't think I've ever talked about sex so much, either." I admired her gorgeous features. "I'm just happy you're so happy." "I actually tried counting how many times we fucked since you came and lost count somewhere around fifteen to twenty," she laughed. "Is that all?" I was being playful again. "Yep ... he's the man again!" she chuckled. "Yep ... and you'd better start getting used to it," I said. She opened her eyes and looked at me. I was waiting, in anticipation, to hear what she had to say. "I think I already am starting to get used to it," she said, in a serious tone. My smile faded as my happiness turned into extreme joy; the kind of joy that doesn't warrant a smile but rather fills your whole body with a feeling of complete contentment. "Nat ... now we're here ..." I began. "What's going to happen?" I asked. "I've been so selfish," she began surprising me. "All we've been discussing is ME this and ME that what will happen if who finds out about ME ... ME ... ME ... ME ..." "Nat," I interrupted. "I'm fine with that. Like I said, we will base this whole thing around what your priorities are. No need to change that." "Look at you," she began, "still trying to defend me even though I'm being a total Hollywood brat!" "No , no, no," I said reassuringly. "You have more riding on this." "Really?" she said "You left your home, your country, your family and your whole life and I'm the one with more riding on it?" "You know what I mean," I said. "You've still got a long way to go. I've done my thing and if I go cruising for the rest of my life, nothing will change for me." "Do you know how much I'm worth?" she asked and I shook my head. "Then I must say that if I, too, went cruising it will have no bearing on me either. Yet, we're sitting here weighing things on my priorities. I really don't care who thinks what or who says what, anymore. I don't think I've had a better time in my life and to me that's something. So ... you're staying as my guest and I won't allow anyone to ask questions. How does that sound?" "Putting it that way makes sense. But please, whatever happens, don't jeopardize what you have going for you for my sake. The moment I see that happen, I'll be out of here," I said. "Come here," she said and pulled me from the back side of my neck towards her and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. My Love for Natalie P.03 The first few weeks in Los Angeles were really nice. But after that I began to feel that I needed to be doing something new, for myself. Natalie was everything I dreamed she would be, and more, but she was constantly in meetings with her people for preparation of her new movie. I always stayed out of sight when she had people in the house because once the press got news she was hosting a guy, the press would go crazy and we both didn't want that. On the morning of my birthday, I was sitting on one of the various verandas of her Beverly Hills home. I was simply reflecting and thinking about various businesses I would like to experiment with. I good real estate development experience from my early years working on various projects before I got into the stock-market back home; so, since I didn't want to jump into the market in the States without thorough knowledge, I decided developing a small housing project would give me something to do. And since the market was down, I was sure I would be able to secure a piece of land with a good price. "Someone's looking quite intense out there; are you OK?" Natalie's voice sucked me out of my process of deep thought. I smiled, immediately, looking at her as she came onto the veranda wearing the skimpy bikini I had bought her a week ago. "Yep ... just exploring possibilities," I replied. My words made her feel uncomfortable but she controlled her slight anxiety. "Planning on going anywhere?" she asked, still smiling. "NO, not at all; I was just thinking about ways to invest ... you know ... I need to be doing something," I said. "Am I that boring?" she laughed. "You know I didn't mean it that way. It's just that I'm not used to sitting around doing nothing," I said. "You're doing plenty; at least for me you are," she said. "I'm glad I could be of service," I said and grabbed her buttocks and pulled her towards me and planted a huge kiss on her lips. "It's your birthday today," she said after we broke the long kiss. "Happy birthday ... don't go anywhere ... I have a huge surprise for you this evening." "Hmmm ..." I said, feeling a somewhat vigorous stirring in my groins. "Any hints?" "I guarantee you'll love it," she whispered excitedly. "It's going to blow your head off," she naughtily chuckled. "Everything you do blows me away, Nat," I said and planted another huge kiss on her lips while squeezing her buttocks. Her lips parted when I squeezed and we kissed passionately. "Let's save it till tonight," she said, fighting the urge to kiss more. "What about this?" I asked indicating my huge erection. "As much as I'd like to suck you dry, I'd rather it waited till tonight." I spent the whole day wondering what my present would be. I just genuinely hoped that it wouldn't be something expensive as I was particularly sensitive to the fact that accepting anything of value may be interpreted as gold-digging. So, I just wondered. Of course, she had her usual parade of guest to the house to discuss her upcoming movie that, luckily, was to be shot in LA. I was dreading the moment that one day she would tell me that she would have to travel for a few months to do a film. So in fact, I found myself worrying a lot about the nature of this unusual relationship. And although this relationship was primarily sexual in nature, it was obvious that we were both developing feelings that were growing stronger by the day. So to secure my position, I decided to go out and buy her a present, too and after a good three hour hunt I found her a pair of gorgeous emerald earrings; after all, anything green looked beautiful on her. However, I also decided that I would not give her the present until I saw what her present was. So if it turned out to be something of monetary value then I would return the favor as an exchange of gifts but if not, then I could always hand it to her on any other occasion as a token of love. I had a late lunch and decided to go back to her house for a nap, I couldn't wait to see what she had in store for me. As I went into her house I noticed that she was still in her meetings so I went straight up to the master bedroom, where I was staying with her and went to sleep for the afternoon. It must have been at least 8pm when I woke up. I was feeling adventurous so I rolled myself a huge joint and had a freezing cold beer with it at the risk of going lazy on her should she decide that we were going out. But then I started wondering where she was. Usually, when I napped she came to join me after she finished her meetings but today it was different. The intercom next to my bed rang so I answered. It was her and she was ringing room one of the other bedrooms. We had a favorite room to make love in and it was from that room the buzzer originated. I got the hint. Her present would be pure sex till the next morning and I began to congratulate myself on the joint and beer. I headed for the room and walked in to find her spread on the giant bed wearing a new set of lingerie that made her more of a sex goddess than she already was, Sinatra playing in the background. I developed an instant hard-on. This was the most seductive I had seen her in a while and it was obvious she was out to play. She had a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and it was open and ready. I was then a little disconcerted that I had had that beer but decided what the heck. I walked over to her and smacked a huge kiss on her lips and poured us a couple of glasses of the bubbly. We didn't say much but I observed she was drinking faster than she usually did. Her eyes were glossy indicating she, too, had been smoking. Great! I thought to myself; she was obviously anticipating a mega-fuck, as she loved fucking while high. After quickly consuming the bottle, she looked at me with one of her "I'm going to melt your heart" smiles and said: "I want you to trust me tonight ... can you do that?" "Do you even have to ask that question?" I smiled back. "Then lie down on the bed and don't ask any questions." I did as I was told, anticipating the ride to come. She went to a drawer and brought some things out and came back to me. It was a bundle of straps and cuffs! First she blind-folded me than tied my hands and feet to their corresponding bed posts. The excitement almost made me cum before any contact. It was unbearable! She then proceeded to tear my pants and boxers off using something sharp. Then, she began to slowly lick my feet, slowly and softly. She took her time then slowly began moving further and further up. She then teased me by letting her hair fall over my dick and she flicked it about causing to fly into a frenzy of ecstasy. Then she slowly began to suck my dick; very slowly. Then she made her way down to my feet again and sucked on my toes, again. Then as she sucked my toes I got the shock of my life as someone got on the bed and began licking my dickhead. Whoever it was knew what she was doing. She licked expertly and then took my dick into her mouth deeper and deeper then back up and licked again. I wanted to speak up and ask what was happening but decided to play along and enjoy. I then felt her crawling up to me and she began kissing me as the other person continued to work my dick that was on the verge of exploding. I did everything I could to control myself but it was becoming harder and harder by the second. Then she released our locked lips and sighed as if something stimulated her, too. She began breathing heavily and resumed the kiss and as she was about to do so I felt a movement on the bed and then ... the most beautiful sensation ever engulfed my dick as it entered a pussy that I had no clue to whom it belonged! But this pussy was different. The person riding me moved expertly; slowly at first then picked up the pace. Natalie was also in a frenzy of ecstasy and was breathing heavily; the warm air of her breath hitting my partially covered face. I began responding and pumping faster as I closed in on the orgasm. The third person also began panting. Natalie was the first to cum. I could hear the familiar voices of her orgasm as wave after wave hit her. Then I grunted loudly as I exploded into the cunt that was riding me at about the same time I began to feel the spasms of orgasm as she came. Then I felt her body collapse on me, then kiss me on the lips as if to thank me. There was silence for about a minute then I felt the blind-fold being lifted off my eyes and I saw one of the most beautiful faces in the world just a couple of inches away; wide eyes gazing into my own. She brought her hand up to my face and stuck her middle and ring fingers and into my mouth and I sucked on them without question. Her fingers unmistakably tasted of Natalie's juices. "Wait a minute," I said in complete surprise. "I know you," I continued. The two girls giggled, "Really," the woman chuckled. "No fucking way ... you're ..." I began then stopped in awe of her. "Yes? .... I am? ..." she teased waiting for me to finish the sentence. "She's my best friend," Natalie said proudly. It was Mila Kunis! I had just fucked Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis! My dick stood to full alert in a split second and Natalie saw it. She then got up and decided to take her turn riding it. She too felt good and began riding me hard and fast as Mila got to work tonguing me. Her kiss was different than Natalie's but it was beautiful. She tasted different and kissed different. Natalie was a more soft and romantic kisser while this one was a wild cat. Mila then got up and sat close to my face so I could lick her, her back to Natalie. I obliged immediately but I was rougher than I was when licking Natalie and she loved it that way. Mila tasted different, too. Her cunt was muskier than Natalie's. It was also slightly darker than Natalie's pure light pink and she was a lot more of a dripper; her juices flowed in abundance -- all over my face. Again, we came all at once! I was still tied up but asked to be released and the girls both untied me each taking a side to do so. After I was untied, I got up and went to the master bedroom and rolled a huge joint. I came back into the room and found the two young women giggling. I lit the joint and took a few giant puffs, then passed it around and then jumped in and lied down between the two. Each one sucked happily on the mega-joint and the effect was immediate. Their giggling became a little annoying as I felt there was some kind of inner joke between them that I was unaware of. "What's so funny?" I asked, the irritation showing on me. "Nothing," replied Natalie. "No," interrupted Mila. "Something," she teased further, her wide eyes looking divine. "What then?" I snapped irritably. "It's just .. you're so .. ordinary," Mila giggled. "I was expecting some sex god or something .. the way Natalie made you out to be." They giggled again. "Well the joke's on you then," I snapped again. "You're the stars and you just fucked some sloppy foreigner. They giggled even more, annoying me further, so I extinguished the dying joint and sat up on my knees, facing them. I then inserted the middle and ring fingers of both hands into their wet cunts and located their swollen g spots and rubbed hard. They both shut their eyes and began moaning loudly. Ten seconds later Natalie was shaking violently but I didn't stop. Then, a few seconds later Mila's cunt contracted and she pushed my hand out of her as she began squirting with a vengeance. Natalie came again and again I didn't stop. So after Mila stopped squirting I inserted my fingers again and rubbed again until she squirted again. By this time, Natalie had slipped into an extended orgasm; then she shut her eyes and fell asleep. I then mounted Mila, taking her feet and placing them on my shoulders and penetrated her violently. I pumped hard and fast and just as I was about to come I withdrew and moved up so I could cum in her mouth. However, the intensity of the orgasm was too much for me so i started dripping over her body then I moved up so that the remaining few squirts squeezed my cum on her hair instead. Mila was also convulsing; she then fell into a deep sleep, too so I got up and went back to the master bedroom and slept, too. I woke up the next morning, Natalie next to me. She was awake and gazing into my sleepy eyes. "So ... had fun last night?" she asked. "I guess so ... but ..." I hesitated. "But?" Natalie was surprised to see me hesitant. "I didn't want to fuck anyone else," I replied. "I thought you'd be happy," Natalie was disappointed. "My dick was in another woman's cunt and you think that that's ok?" I was a little angry. "You know, if I wasn't so drunk and stoned and blindfolded, I never would have gone for that." "Why not?" Natalie asked, as if hurt. "Because ... I guess I really am in love with you and only you and although fucking two stars is better than one, it's not what I really wanted." "But I just did it because I thought you'd be thrilled," she explained. "How did you convince her to do something like this?" I asked. "She was telling me how she hadn't gotten laid in a while and she was depressed a little so I thought this would help her ... but before that I was trying to figure out what to get you for your birthday and it dawned on me that you might be bored and needed something different," she said. "Different?" I sarcastically asked. "Yes," she seemed worried. "Well ... this is, as sure as hell, different," I smiled, deciding to let it go and be pleasant. "But please understand," I continued. "You're more than I ever dreamed of." She kissed me on the lips, "I'm sorry if I did something to bother you, but I really thought you'd love it!" she said. "Oh I loved it, don't get me wrong but ... nothing gives me more pleasure than just knowing that you're the one that's with me," I sincerely said. "I am in love with you, do you know that?" she said and rested her head on my chest. "That's all I want," I replied and fell into another deep sleep. The next few days, life went on as normal. Natalie would go into her meetings and I would just wait for to finish and then we would fuck like there was no tomorrow until we slept. Then I decided to really do something that would keep me busy so I began looking for some land to buy and start the project I was thinking of. I also decided to study a little for a contractor's license. Natalie also started working on her movie. She would leave very early and come back home very late most of the time. During that period I found a nice piece of land that was suitable for building a nice little five home settlement in the suburbs of LA. I had been able to secure it for a fabulous price due to the recession and was sure to make a lot of money out of it after I had developed it. I had also taken my test and got my license so work was good and although I had to dig into my savings, I was still well off. Then one evening, I found Natalie back at home relatively early. I was happy to see her because it was some time since I had been with her. However, she looked a little worried. We talked for a while and had a nice homey dinner and I asked her about what was troubling her. "Mila wants to come and visit," Natalie announced. "Why?" I was curious if she needed another fuck, or what. "I think she would like a repeat episode," Natalie said. "Then tell her that we can't do that again," I said. "I did but I think she's really depressed and needs some company or something," she said. "Tell her to come over and we'll nicely explain things to her, the two of us together." Two nights later, Mila came for a late dinner. She looked ravishing! She was giggly and bubbly and she looked like a sex goddess. I couldn't help staring at her throughout the dinner to the point that I felt Natalie was not too happy about it. "Well," she said as we were at the dinner table. "I guess you guys want to know why I wanted to see you guys again." We both nodded. "Yep," we said in total unity. "I haven't stopped thinking about our night together," she said. "Mila," Natalie said, interrupting her. "No, no, no, wait," Mila, in turn, interrupted. "Mila," I said gently. "Will you just give me a chance to finish," Mila was excited. "OK, go on," I said. "Nat, you know how I was telling you I hadn't gotten laid in a very long while?" "Natalie nodded, "Yes." "And I haven't gotten laid ever since that night we had together, either," Mila continued. "Mila," I gently tried to interrupt but she wouldn't have it. "Well," Mila began, then paused. "I'm pregnant." "What," I said, a little too nervously, my heart skipping a beat. Natalie's eyes shifted downwards towards her plate. "I'm having your baby," Mila said excitedly. We were both silent. I looked at Natalie and noticed her eyes were filling with tears. "Nat?" I said. Natalie weakly smiled then looked at me sadly. "Aren't you guys happy for me?" Mila asked happily. "Nat?" I said again trying to get a response from her, ignoring Mila. Natalie began to talk slowly and hesitantly: "Are you planning on keeping it?" "Keep it? That's What I always wanted," responded Mila, still very happy about it. "Can we just focus here for a second?" I said. "Aren't you guys happy for me?" Mila said her tone changing. "Happy about it?" I snapped. "You're carrying my baby and I hardly know you." Mila became angry, "Well, it takes two to tango," she almost screamed. "Mila," Natalie tried to cool her down. "What?" Mila screamed. "What's your problem?" "I'm pregnant too." My Love for Natalie Then I went down under. I took off her panties and looked at her beautiful pink cunt before slowly and softly licking her. Slowly, I licked up one lip and slowly down the other, just purposefully missing her clit. Then I licked back up the lip I licked down on and up the other, again missing her clit. I did that for long until she was grabbing me by the hair and pressing my head against her, her moans breaking the silence. Finally, I hit her clit and softly circled it. Her moans turned into cries of joy as I circled and circled until she stopped moaning and began screaming as spasm after spasm rocked her. Her juices were flowing in abundance and I drank every single drop of extra juice that came out of her. Then her orgasm subsided but her breathing was still heavy. I then began licking my way up to her belly button taking her thighs on my shoulders as I went up. By the time I reached her face her feet were on my shoulders. The head of my dick was properly centered on her cunt and I felt her moisture. I slowly entered her and she gasped loudly. I then began pumping slowly at first but picked up the pace. I soon began to feel the all too familiar tingling so I increased my pace one by one until I was frantically pumping in and out of her. She was now screaming and I was grunting loudly. I began to feel her spasm and I erupted with a vengeance. I felt myself pouring and pouring my cum into her. Then, I lay on her naked body, by dick still inside her cunt. Her cunt was still clenching, but not frequently. Every few seconds I would feel a clench tightening around my dick. I eventually got off her and lay next to her. We then simultaneously faced each other and became entangled in each other's arms. We woke up the next morning in exactly the same position. I opened my eyes first and a few seconds later she opened hers. She smiled the most beautiful smile I had ever seen in my life. I gave her a slight peck on the forehead and then on the lips. She kissed me back. It took us five days to drive to New York. Every few hours we would stop and fuck. Sometimes she would suck me as I was driving and other times I would stop the care in an isolated area, pull her seat back down, go down on her until she came and drive off without exchanging a word. When we did get to New York I drove straight to her house. We decided that we would not say our good-byes. We agreed that I will go back home and wait for her to finish that movie she was on and then I would fly back. Exactly one month later she called me. She finished her shoot, got her divorce and was ready to play. My Love For You Is In In Your Blood Based on the movie Oz The Great And Powerful, with Mila Kunis as Theodora (the Wicked Witch of the West) and Rachel Weisz as Evanora (the Wicked Witch of the East). Theodora was troubled. No matter how many tributes the munchkins brought them or what new tricks her big sister Evanora had taught the flying monkeys, she couldn't help but think of their middle sister, Glinda. Glinda, who'd been adamant that it was wrong to take the Emerald City under their benevolent stewardship. Glinda, who'd refused to help them defend themselves from the assassins of Ozma. Glinda, who would not hear of extending the benefits of their peaceful reign to the Winkies and the Quadlings, who abandoned them to fly off to Lurline knew where, who even now was plotting against them according to Evanora. And yet, what could Theodora do but worry that her sister had been captured by those barbarians in Ix, or found herself turning magic tricks for coin in Mo, or even fallen into the Deadly Desert? She took to long walks through the countryside, up and down the Yellow Brick Road, as if she'd just stumble across Glinda. It was a foolish notion, she knew, the kind Evanora and Glinda herself would've teased her for back when they were children. But, Theodora recalled with a smile, as soon as Evanora had left, off to study her spell books again, Glinda would've dried the tears Theodora had been driven to and tell her it wasn't silly, not really. It was imaginative. She came to rest under an apple tree, who had been put in a coma by a woodpecker and couldn't bother her. She'd brought a small satchel of lunch with her, and ate it while saving the oranges and wine for Glinda, in case she came down the road. But she didn't and Theodora felt a little jab in her heart. She ate the oranges and drank the wine herself. They were so tasteless she started to cry. She fell asleep that way, curled up under her wide-brimmed hat, and didn't wake until a band of Nomes had surrounded her. She, of course, set them on fire immediately. So annoying. She quickly flew back to the Emerald City, hoping the episode hadn't been noticed, but of course, Evanora knew whenever she got into trouble. "Well, aren't you in a state?" she asked derisively, seated neatly in the throne of their chambers. It wasn't as elaborate as King Pastoria's down in the throne room, but she'd insisted on having another for when she retired for the evening. Evanora liked to sit in it and have Theodora down in the throne room, hearing the complaints of the citizenry before ignoring them. Evanora wore the timeless trappings of a ruler, a dress woven by the royal spinners and a simple tiara that shone more than other jewelry ever could. Although Theodora wore the latest fashion, with a jacket, trousers, and hat that any of the Gillikinese would've killed for, Evanora's sparse elegance made her feel like a pauper. As did the memory of Glinda, with her witch's white dress, her understated jewelry, her diadem. They both put Theodora to shame. She still lived in loving envy of their beauty. A click of Evanora's fingers and some Tinmen came up to take Theodora's sooty outerwear. One handed her a wet cloth for her tear-stained make-up. Theodora took it gratefully, thanking the Tik-Tok under her breath so that Evanora couldn't hear. Once, she had, and had quickly taken Theodora to task for how gracious she was to a wind-up toy and not to her own sister for taking care of her and giving her her own kingdom. "Some Nomes attacked me. I'm fine. I handled it." "Nomes?" Evanora launched herself out of her throne, stalking down the twenty feet of immaculate carpet between her and the door Theodora had just come through. "Filthy Nome hands on my sister--?" "They didn't touch me—" "Looking at you, then! How dare they. Come here." That was Evanora's way of warning Theodora that she was about to be grabbed by the throat. Tilting Theodora's face from right to left, Evanora scrutinized it for the slightest marring. She found a bead of disturbed make-up on Theodora's cheek, a bit of eyeliner she'd missed as she wiped herself off. "Tears, I see. And what cause does a Queen of Oz have to cry?" "I was just—" Theodora stared at the floor. It sounded stupid now. Things always sounded stupid in front of Evanora, her oldest sister so smart, so sophisticated. "I miss her." "Glinda," Evanora huffed. "That traitor. She probably sent those Nomes. I saw the whole thing in my crystal ball. Those filthy rock-eaters. How they leered at you, Theodora. I had dispatched the monkeys. They were going to tear that scum apart before you woke up." Still looking at the ground, Theodora mumbled "You could've come yourself." Evanora hissed and turned away, stomping on the carpet as she took a few steps from Theodora. "Is that what you want? More of my attention? And yet, when I give it to you, all you can do is pant and moan for dear, sweet Glinda. Who left you, left us! Have you considered that I just had faith in you, lovely sister? That I had hoped you could deal with a few pitiful Nomes by yourself? Maybe hearing a few snippets of their disgusting gutter-talk could've made you grow up a little! It's a fearsome world out there, Theodora, and all I want is to make it safe for us. Perhaps you'd like to go wallow in it alongside Glinda." Now she stepped close, almost crashing into Theodora and sending them both to the floor, she moved so fast. "Why do you think my looking crystal can't find her? She hides herself, out of shame. She always acted so high and mighty, but we know how she degrades herself. Who do you think's been in her cunt last? The Winkies? The Quadlings?" "Stop it!" Theodora begged. "They hate us! Because we have magic. Because we're better than them and we know what's right for this land. And instead of allowing us to better their lives, they're tear us limb from limb so they can go on fornicating in filth and muck!" Evanora calmed down, deep breaths pushing her breasts nearly out of her elegant dress. She was always so beautiful, never more so than in her rage. She became exotic and terrible, an otherworldly goddess, but she always managed to calm herself with Theodora. Glinda had been the only one who could drive her to screaming and destruction. And, suddenly smiling, Evanora put her hand on Theodora's cheek. Her thumb lovingly wiped away that speck of make-up. "And yet, we do so care for them. They are our children and pets, and no matter how much we must discipline them, Theo, we always remember that it's for their own good. Someday, they'll be as sophisticated and civil as us." "You're always so confident," Theodora muttered, simpering a little. Now that Evanora was softening, she could whine a little, let Evanora play nursemaid and soothe her. It was their way. "You give me confidence." Evanora put her other hand on Theodora's face, cradling it like something precious. "Haven't I taken good care of you, when everyone else has left us? Glinda? Our parents?" "Yes," Theodora admitted. Smiling generously, certain now of her own power, Evanora flounced back to the throne, holding her skirt primly away from her sweeping legs. "And haven't I ruled Oz with justice and propriety," she turned about to drop into her seat, looking back at Theodora, "and you at my side?" "Yes," Theodora said, adding, "my Queen." "Then come." Evanora rolled her hand down her leg, spreading it to the side. "Sit on your loving sister's lap. We'll talk so no others can hear us. Whisper our secrets." Smiling herself, under her downcast face, Theodora approached the throne. She giggled as she dropped onto Evanora's leg, and Evanora smiled lovingly at her. It seemed as good a time as any to broach the subject of Glinda again. "I can't help but miss our sister. It's like a part of my heart is gone. How can I not miss my heart?" Evanora pouted half-heartedly, part of her mocking Theodora and part of her genuinely agitated by the support for her traitor sister. "Am I not enough for your heart?" "You are more than enough," Theodora said, a thought coming to her. The kind of thing Glinda would've liked. "You love too much. Like that bird we tried to nurse back to health as girls. You remember? You so wanted to help it that you gave it food it couldn't eat and it got sick." Glinda had had to cast a spell to make it better. Theodora didn't think Evanora had ever forgiven her for that. "You love me so much that you can't tell when it's... hard for me to love you back. But Glinda, she stayed in between us. When I'd had too much of your love, she was there to take it on herself. Remember? We were so happy..." "We lied and simpered at each other to get along!" Evanora barked. "That goody little two shoes... why should I have to put up with her cloying sentiment?" "She went too far," Theodora nodded. "When she left us; she shouldn't have given up on this family. She's part of us. But when she comes back... when she comes back, knowing she was wrong, you won't hold it against her? Like the bird? You'll let her back in?" Evanora turned away, pretending to consider it. "And is that what you want for your birthday?" Theodora kissed Evanora's offered cheek, as sweetly as Glinda ever had. "And Lurlinemas. All I want is for my two favorite people to love each other once more." "Mmm." Evanora turned back to Theodora, her lips parted. "I think you can try harder to convince me." "Mustn't try too hard," Theodora sighed, moving in for their kiss. "If you gave in too quickly, you'd be cross with me." "Oh. I could never be cross with you." Evanora's fingers tugged Theodora's blouse from her belt, exposing the expanse of her belly, the soft flesh that tempted Evanora more than gold or rubies. The most precious gem in a city of emerald. "My soft-hearted sister. My favorite sister." "Don't say such things," Theodora chided gently, kissing Evanora constantly now, barely pulling away more than an inch to speak. "You love Glinda. You know you do." "She is very naughty," Evanora replied. Her fingers spiraled around Theodora's belly button, tickling her before moving lower, with wicked swipes of her fingernails. "And she never apologizes. Never makes restitution for her offense." "I'll make her," Theodora promised, shuddering as Evanora's hand disappeared beneath her trousers. (Evanora had hated the fashionable modernity of them, but she did love how easy they were to get past.) "We'll both plea for your understanding, just as we did on your last birthday. You remember? She couldn't find a proper gift like I did, so I joined with her and we both let you have us." Evanora growled now, her fingers moving quicker, harder, almost hurting but feeling far too sweet to be called pain. "She let me do whatever I wanted. You both did. You couldn't sit down for days. And she pretended she regretted it..." "She loved it," Theodora confirmed, eyes closed, rocking on Evanora's leg as she let those skilled fingers steal control from her. "Every minute of it. She told me that if she weren't so proud, she would've been back in your bed the very next week." Evanora cried out, her lust too much for her. Glinda could bring out her rage like no other, but Theodora owned her love, her passion. She was the eldest sister, but she had no control when it came to her younger siblings. She grabbed Theodora's hand and brought it to her mound. Theodora squeezed, already feeling how hot she was, how wet, right through her dress. As Evanora's head fell to the side, her climax already rising, Theodora kissed her neck desperately. "Please. Tell me she'll come back soon. I want us to be a family again. Tell me." Evanora stared at the ceiling. She spoke breathily. She knew she was going to come soon, and in her pleasure, she was magnanimous. "Of course. Just think. You and I miss only her, but she misses both of us. Misses our warm embraces and our sweet kisses and our questing fingers..." Theodora collapsed against Evanora, pressing her to the throne, all of their bodies meeting. Moaning heavenly, Theodora threw Evanora's dress nearly over her head, ripping the skirt before finding her bloomers. They were shredded instantly. Evanora wailed as she was penetrated, her orgasm barreling into her. She was coming now, now, now... "Together!" she gasped, her other hand pulling Theodora's trousers clear to her ankles, exposing her supple ass and its hidden darkness. How Evanora had loved having that hole entirely to herself on her birthday. She slipped a finger inside and felt Theodora's pleasure. "Like a family!" Theodora was too far gone to reply. She just kissed Evanora, and kept going until their mutual orgasms had wrung too much energy from them to continue. She heard Evanora's satisfied screams go quiet, and felt Evanora's arms wrap around her. Already collapsed in Evanora, she truly let herself go, Evanora's strong grip pulling her up so that she was lost in the folds of Evanora's ruined dress. Opening her eyes at last, she saw Evanora was staring at the Tinmen by the door, standing so still they might've rusted in place. "There's a lesson for you," Evanora mused to no one. "Flesh and bone may be weak, but they're so much more fun than the alternative." With a little of her customary cruelty, she pinched Theodora's hair in her hand and guided her head to a pillow of Evanora's cleavage. Theodora already felt herself falling asleep. "I love you, Ev." "Yes. Why wouldn't you?" Evanora smiled and stroked Theodora's pretty face. "Now. Before you go to sleep, tell me I'm your favorite sister." "You are. But don't tell Glinda?" "Of course not. You're such a good sister." Theodora was already asleep. Even after her run-in with those dreadful Nomes. She got to sleep so easily after Evanora comforted her. Let's see Glinda do that, Evanora thought. "A better sister than Glinda deserves." With a curl of her finger, Evanora summoned the quietest of the Tinmen, to take Theodora to bed and tuck her soundly in. Evanora still had royal business to attend to. Glinda's little uprising had yet to be dealt with. "She deserves me." My Love I Give To You I had all the plans made for a evening that he would never forget. As time neared I knew he should be arriving from work soon. I made sure everything was set. I met him at the door with a kiss and hug, he could tell by the smile on my face I was up to something. Supper was already on the table with the room lit by candles. I had made his favorite meal. This special night was for him. It was our 1st anniversary together and no gift on earth could show him how much I loved him. Sitting at he table I had slipped off my shoes quietly and began running my foot up the leg of his pants. I pulled my foot away and brought it right up between his legs, feeling him slide down in his chair a bit I began massaging him through his pants. I could feel him growing under my foot. I looked over at him and smiled. I felt his hand on my foot pulling me to him harder. I pulled away, thinking, by the time this night is over he will be begging me to make love to him. Getting up from the table I walked over to him, standing behind him I slowly bend and kiss his neck, gently sucking. Moving my lips to his ear,I hear him gasp as I gently suck on his earlobe. I whisper "Oh Ken, do I have a night planned for you". Taking his hand I guide him to the bathroom and slowly begin undressing him. I hand him a towel and tell him to go ahead out to the hot tub. The candles are already lit sitting around the edge. I gather my thoughts and smile as I can't wait to join him. I slip a robe on and head out there. I walk over to the hot tub and watch his eyes as he watches my every move. I step up on the step and slowly letting my robe fall to my feet exposing my naked body. Stepping in as the warm water surrounds my body I walk over to where he is sitting and kneel right at his feet. Pushing his legs apart I nestle right in, laying my head against his chest. Moving my head slightly my lips fall on his chest. Kissing so lightly I work my way over to his nipple, finding him already hard I close my lips around it and gently nurse. I feel his hands on my head guiding my mouth to him harder. I kiss my way to the other one, gently sucking it into my mouth, flicking, licking, teasing. I can feel his manhood against my belly growing as I suck harder. Bringing my lips up to his mouth I ask him to hold still. Gently taking my tongue and tracing his bottom lip I feel him growing harder and harder between us. My tongue glides across his top lip, softly my tongue slips inside working circles as I taste his mouth. Feeling his tongue slowly reach out to touch mine, I draw him into my mouth by sucking it. I ask softly for him to sit on the edge. Watching him stand I see just how hard he is. Sitting on the edge I push his legs apart and ask if he is ready for this, I hear him whisper "OH god yes". Wrapping my fingers around him I gently lower my mouth to him. Kissing the tip then slowly running my tongue against him I feel him jump. My tongue slides back and forth across the tip feeling the heat from him. I tilt my head and kiss down his shaft, sucking the side of him leaving marks along the way. My fingers tracing his balls as I suck my way down. Cupping his balls my lips slide to him kissing what's in my hand. Sucking softly on his balls I feel him throbbing against me. Holding him up I lick and suck underneath working my way back to the tip. As my tongue slides across the rim I linger there, teasing, sucking the rim into my mouth and swirling my tongue back and forth across it. Hearing him moan I bring my lips to the tip. My hand at the base beginning to stroke, I pull my head back and watch as I stroke a drop of cum to the tip, I lower my head and lick it off. Feeling him arching his hips to me I open my mouth with the tip of him and let him push his way in. Taking him deep, I moan. Sliding him in and out I feel him throbbing more. I slide him to the tip and suck the head, drawing more cum from him drop by drop. Taking my mouth from him I hear him moan. I lean back up and kiss him lightly whispering "this is just the beginning". Sitting back and watching him lower himself down in the water I take his hand under the water and guide it to my parted legs. His fingers tracing my swollen lips I leave my hand on his as he traces my every fold. I feel his fingers as they slowly caress. slipping inside my lips, stroking up he brushes against my clit, sending chills throughout my body. I take my hand from him and let him play. Long slow strokes between my lips making me swell even more under his fingers. Stroking back to my opening I feel him slip one finger in, I gasp with pleasure, slipping two fingers in slowly then taking them from me is almost to much to handle. His lips are at my ear whispering " it's my turn baby" Sitting me up on the edge I instantly open my legs exposing myself to his kisses. Kissing lightly I feel his lips nearing my clit, I shudder as he licks up touching it. Closing his lips around my clit he begins to suck, making me harder in his mouth. I feel his fingers tracing my smooth lips where I had just shaved. Sliding 2 fingers in as he sucks my clit is to much, I can't hold back any longer, moaning out " Oh GOD KEN, I'M GONNA CUM" my pussy squeezes his fingers as I cum. Bringing his fingers out I feel his mouth on me, drawing the cum from me, drinking my soul. I slide back down in the water and instantly reach for him. his cock so hard in my hand throbbing, I whisper" Do you want me ken?" I hear him answer " OH BABY, YES" I bring him to his feet and whisper " Take me from behind" I turn and bend over the edge, legs apart, I wait patiently as he nears me. Taking himself in his hand I feel him begin to rub the head of his cock against my slick, swollen lips. Reaching down between us I push him down to my opening. I feel his hands on my hips as he plunges into me, I gasp, he pulls back out to the tip and takes me deep again. His cock buried in me, I can feel his balls up against me every time he plunges back in. Moving faster and faster I can feel him throbbing in me. Laying my head back he places his hands on my shoulders holding me into place as he pumps wildly in me. Squeezing his cock with my pussy I hear him moan " OH GOD BABY I'M GONNA CUM IN YOU" hearing him I push back against him hard each time he thrust in. Making him take me harder and harder. His hands move down to my hips again as he thrust one last time and buries his cock deep. Jerking wildly in me, feeling his hot liquid filling me up I cum with him, squeezing every last drop from him. Pulling away and turning to him, I melt into his arms and whisper breathlessly, "I love you Ken." My Love is Your Love Remy La Croix parked his snow mobile in front of Jackie's Diner, cutting the engine. He smiled catching sight of the decorations in the windows, while getting off his machine, and tucking his helmet under his arm. Jackie always went over the top whenever a holiday came around, Valentine's being no exception. Small metallic cupids graced the corner windows and hand-cut paper hearts lined the largest of the glass displays. "Hey Sheriff," Le Roy called Remy out of his thoughts. "Le Roy what in the hell are you doing over here tonight? You aren't sneaking out on that pretty little wife of yours are you?" Remy smirked, knowing full well Deputy Le Roy Hudson was as devoted to Georgia as the snow was to winter. Le Roy rolled his large brown eyes, tucking a stray gold hair under his hood, "Gia sent me for some of Jackie's red velvet cake, said it wouldn't be a good night for me without it. And I will be having a good night, you feel me?" Both men laughed hard, their breath smoking in the winter air. Remy giving the larger man a slap on the back, "Yeah I feel ya big guy." "You got any plans tonight? Is there a special someone waiting at home?" Le Roy elbowed Remy in the side with waggled brows. Remy kept his smile plastered on, hiding the slight tug of loneliness inside. "Nah, I wouldn't be having dinner here if I had some hot guy waiting for me at home," He winked, leading Le Roy out of the frigid outdoors and into the sweltering heat of the diner, with a chime of the front door. "Well I'll keep my eyes peeled for ya..." Le Roy bellowed with a chuckle. "Thanks buddy, but I think I'll do my own scouting," Remy chuckled. No way in hell was he having his straight married deputy trying to find him a husband. Remy moved out the way for a couple trying to squeeze past them. The place was packed tonight, every red vinyl booth filled, and all the barstools taken by laughing, happy customers. He kept his frown from getting the best of him, grabbing a menu from the busy hostesses stand to look at take-out options. "Aw hell," Le Roy muttered behind him, "Gia is gonna pitch a fit if she don't get that damn cake. From the looks of it, we'll be awhile." He plopped into a small chair next to Remy with a grunt, causing an audible groan from the plastic under his much larger ass. Remy smiled, patting the big guy's shoulder, "Jackie will put her daughter on the cake priority list for sure." "I hope so Remy, cause if she don't...Well I don't need to tell you..." Le Roy laid his massive body against the back of the chair in thought. The Sheriff gave his deputy a knowing smile, turning to focus on the scene before him. The chime of the bell on the front door, the smell of fresh coffee, and the chatter of hungry people made him feel a little less alone. That's why he always ate at Jackie's. It was warm, inviting, and better than eating another dinner for one in front of the television. He pulled his fur trimmed hood back when he caught sight of Jackie approaching. Her charcoal hair was tied up in a bun and her blue eyes sparkled like it was her sixteenth birthday. Jackie's thick cable knit sweater was patterned with red hearts, making Remy smile. The woman always did know how to dress for the occasion. "How's my handsome Sheriff this evening?" The petite woman perched onto her tip toes, giving the sheriff a kiss on the cheek. "I'm alright Miss J, how about yourself?" Remy's green eyes smiled. "Oh my stars, tonight has been wonderful! Got this new kid working the back, and Lord is he a God send. Just came in yesterday looking for a job. I had no idea he was that good. Oh speaking of..." Jackie excitedly pulled a box from behind the hostess station. The pink dessert box was wrapped with a red taffeta bow and Jackie held it out to Le Roy, "Chris made it special for you guys." "Red velvet?" Le Roy eyed the box skeptically, knowing the consequences if it wasn't. "Oh please child, like it would be anything else. Now take it and get, Gia isn't gonna wait all night," She shoved the box into his eager hands, giving him a kiss with a good squeeze around the waist. "Thanks Mama J. I owe you one." Le Roy kissed her forehead, "Later boss." He winked at Remy and moved out the door like the place was ablaze. "That boy...I swear..." Jackie shook her head with a smile. "Now where are we gonna put you?" Jackie peered around the diner, scouting for a free seat in which to put her favorite customer. "Nah, Miss J, it's alright. I'll just get something to go, place is too packed to sit anywhere," Remy tried and was given a scowl. "Nonsense, I think I know where you can put that butt of yours," She smiled, "Follow me..." With no other choice, as Miss J didn't take no for an answer, Remy followed behind Jackie, nodding to folks he knew as he passed them. His brows went up as Jackie came to a stop in front of a booth. Sitting there was a man so engrossed over his phone, that he had not a care in the world that two people were standing there staring at him openly. Remy didn't want him to look up either. He too was engrossed, but not over a phone. The man before him was as beautiful as they came. He was a little clean cut for Remy's normal tastes, but he had something about him, that was just too good to look away. The stranger was slender, but not skinny, having obvious muscles working under his grey thermal tee. His hair was cut shorter, with a little length on top and shaded a sandy brown. Darker brows gave way to a profile of darker brown eyes, and Remy was lost at the sight before him. "Excuse me sir?" Jackie cooed in her smoothest tone. The man looked up with a start, shifting his eyes between the two of them. "Um yes?" He cleared his throat, placing the phone screen down onto the white plastic table. "I'm Jackie and this is Sheriff Remy La Croix," Jackie gestured at Remy. "I'm sorry, am I in trouble or something?" He looked at Remy, obviously startled. His voice was like silk across Remy's skin and he shifted to his other foot under the guy's surprised gaze. "Oh heaven's no child. I'm so sorry to bother you, but seeing as we have a full house and you have this big ole' booth to yourself...Well I was wondering if you wouldn't mind sharing with the Sheriff here. He don't bite, I promise," Jackie smiled sweetly and the man looked Remy over once more. Remy stayed perfectly still as the man in the booth raked his gaze over his body. Did he like what he saw, Remy thought, God he hoped so. "Sure. That's alright," The stranger gestured to the seat across from him and Remy slid into the booth. "Well that was nice of you honey. Thanks for helping us out there," Jackie gave the man a squeeze on the shoulder. "No problem." The man smiled and Remy felt his dick harden under his jeans. Where was this coming from? Never had Remy La Croix been attracted to someone so suddenly in his entire life. Maybe it was that smile, with those pearly white teeth, and supple rosy lips that would look amazing wrapped around his....ah shit. Jackie winked at Remy and went to fetch his usual black coffee. "I'm Finn by the way," The man offered a hand across the table. "Nice to meet you Finn," Remy returned the hand with his own. A shiver stretched over his skin as they made contact for the first time. Finn's hand was warm, with fingers that fit perfectly into Remy's larger palm. "Sheriff huh? That's sure to be a big job," Finn smirked, checking his phone once more. "Not really, this is a small town and folks keep quiet most of the time," Remy managed, his sweaty palms gripping his thighs. "Uh, so what do you do Finn?" "Nothing at the moment, I just moved here from Chicago," He replied never looking away from his device. "That's quite a change. Why in the hell did you come to Bermont?" Remy leaned forward, his head starting to speculate the many possibilities to Finn's true identity. As a cop, it was always in his experience that when people didn't look you in the eye and offered evasive answers...something was not right. Finn looked up this time and Remy saw something close to sadness flicker behind those chocolate eyes. "My grandmother passed away a little over a month ago. She left me her cottage over on Green's Road and I figured it was time for a change anyways. So here I am," He murmured. Remy felt his heartstrings tugged. "I'm real sorry Finn. I didn't mean to upset you." Remy offered and Finn smiled slightly. "No, it's okay. It's just a little fresh that's all. Maybe you knew her? Maiva Caldwell?" "Ah she was your Gran Mama? That woman made the best lemon bars in the entire universe," Remy smiled. "I used to take her to church when the snow got too bad. No way was she about to drive with her vision being like it was." "That was nice of you," Finn was staring directly into Remy's eyes. There was a connection here, Remy thought. A spine tingling one if you asked him. "It was nothing. She helped me out once in a while too. I mean that's what small towns are for, helping each other out," Remy drawled, trying to get past the duel pools of milk chocolate looking through him. Jackie chose that moment to place a cup of coffee in front of the Sherriff, bringing a refill for Finn, "You boys know what you want yet? Or do you need another minute?" She smiled, looking from Remy to Finn, with that meddling twinkle in her eye. "I'll have the usual Miss J," Remy grinned. "Boy, I swear to the heavens above...one day you will turn into a chicken pot pie," Jackie laughed, clapping her paper pad against her thigh. "Is it that good?" Finn looked at Remy curiously, a killer smile gracing his lips. "Hell yea," Remy grinned, wanting nothing more than to rub his self all over that grinning body. "I'll have the same then, oh and thanks for the refill," Finn nodded. "Nothing to it baby, I'll be back in a jiff," Jackie winked, disappearing swiftly into the crowd of people. The two men sat in silence for a few moments. Remy played with the edge of his napkin, twirling the ends between his fingers, and trying to come up with something to say. He glanced through his lashes, watching Finn play on his phone once more and feeling like he was more of a nuisance to the man than anything. "So, um what did you do back in Chicago?" Remy looked up, attempting to make the first move. Finn glanced at Remy with a distracted expression, "Sorry what?" "Must be real important, whatever's on there," The Sheriff pointed to the phone, making Finn squirm. "Are you always this nosy?" Finn cocked a brow. ~~~ In the Kitchen~~~ "Orders up," The newest cook shouted, pushing another jiffy ready meal through the window. Chris grinned at the dishwasher, who had been watching him all night long. Guess the guy had never seen real skills in the kitchen before. Chris shook his head and started mixing up batter in a large ceramic bowl. It had been a while since he'd graced one of these rural small towns with his presence, making his work tonight feel all the more special. 'Chris' as he was known during his day jobs, was not really all that met the eye. No, his curly blonde locks and big blue eyes had another identity entirely. He started to hum as set down the batter and started to stir a pot of chili on the burner, feeling those eyes on his back yet again. "Hey Don, why don't you take ten, those dishes can wait a few minutes. Take a break man," Chris called over his shoulder, already knowing about a beautiful red headed woman out back just waiting for company. "Uh, yeah...that sounds good," Don replied gently, picking up a pack of smokes from the top shelf. Chris heard the other man walk towards the back, muttering 'something strange about that guy' under his breath. Don had no idea, Chris grinned. The blonde set to work again, snatching another paper slip from the window, and pulling two already made pot pies from the fridge, to set them in the preheated oven. He smiled as he closed his eyes, feeling for the people they belonged to. Images came to his head, and he chuckled as he found yet another perfect match. This is why he loved small towns. So much love in the air, it made his job real easy. ~~~Finn~~~ Finn was so nervous sitting across from the Sherriff. So much so, he felt the sweat building over his skin. In all his days, never had he seen a more beautiful man. Remy was taller, bigger, and more handsome than his normal taste, but there was something about him that pulled Finn to him. He concentrated on his phone to make his body calm a little, but the images on the screen were more upsetting than calming. Joel's smiling face looked back at him, mocking Finn none too subtly. Next to his ex-boyfriend was Joel's new fiancé Jacob, the Latin God he had met at the gym. The happy couple was pictured holding each other in front of a stunning tropical backdrop and Finn was on the verge of tears. He took a deep breath remembering that night. He was so excited, the candles were lit, and a soft jazz cd was on in the background. Finn fluffed another pillow and with a giggle straightened the silly little cupid centerpiece on the table. He had worked all day cooking and cleaning, so that when Joel got home he would be in for one hell of a surprise. Finn glanced at the clock, biting his lip because Joel would be home any minute. He looked in the mirror one more time and chuckled. The little cupid outfit that he had bought at the sex shop downtown looked good on his slight figure, the small loin cloth fitting perfectly, and hanging sensually off his hips. Finn adjusted the little wings on his back and rubbed in some more oil over his chest. Joel would not be able to resist him. It had been a while since they had been together and Finn was almost to the point of begging, but he had a feeling that tonight Joel would be more than up for it. He gasped in delight as keys could be heard in the lock and the door opened. Finn raised a brow from his hiding spot behind the corner as Joel left his coat on and looked from side to side before shutting the door. Joel always took his coat off and tossed his keys on the side table when he got home. Finn also noticed, furrowing his brow, that Joel wasn't wearing his usual scrubs. Joel was always so tired after wor,k that he never even bothered changing before he left the hospital. His suspicious thoughts continued as Joel walked over to the set up table and groaned, shaking his head, and blowing out the candles. Finn's heart started to race and he wanted to just cry right there. Joel wasn't even going to give him a chance tonight, leaving him high and dry once again. A tear slipped down his cheek as he saw his boyfriend go to the front coat closet and pull out a rolling suitcase. Finn couldn't take it anymore, something was wrong, very wrong, "Joel?" He stepped out from the shelter of the wall, forgetting about his sultry outfit. Joel's eyes widened, looking him up and down, before sighing and clutching the suitcase closer to his person, "I was going to leave you a voicemail. I had hoped to avoid all of this," His tone was flat and dry. "Avoid what exactly?" Finn quivered and sucked in a sharp breath. "Just listen to me Finn," Joel rubbed his face with his free hand, "Things between us aren't great. You and I both know that and it's come to the point where we're drifting apart, going our separate ways." "Joel you can't be serious. I try to be with you every night and you're too tired or not up for it or some other excuse. As for going separate ways, what are you talking about? I always do what you want to do or hang out with your friends. I support your career, I moved in with you, and now I don't understand where this is coming from," Finn started to cry. Joel made no move to comfort him. "Maybe what I should have said is that I'm going down a different road, a road that doesn't include you," Joel looked him straight on, his voice even, void of emotion. Finn's mouth gaped open, his eyes were wet, and he sputtered for a response. Joel was leaving him. "I've met someone else and it feels right. I'm sorry about all this Finn, but I just can't live a lie anymore, I love him and I have for some time now. I wish that you wouldn't have been here, so this would've been easier on both of us, but what's done is done. I wish you the best Finn, I really do." He started towards the door; the sound of his suitcase against the hardwood was like a knife ripping into Finn's gut. "Why?" Finn sobbed. "Because he's who I'm meant to be with. You should really focus on finding someone who loves you like he loves me," Joel flicked his green eyes to Finn one last time, "My sister will be here on Tuesday to grab my things and give you the key." Joel looked over the condo one more time, "Good bye Finn." With that, he rolled his suitcase out the door and shut it behind him. Finn couldn't speak, move, or think, he was in shock. The numb feeling waned and the anger rose. Finn wiped his tears on the back of his hand and ripped the wings from his back with a scream. He continued by throwing everything on the beautifully set table across the room, reveling in the shatter of glass, and the ruins of his cooking. He came upon the silly cupid centerpiece and spent the next hour, ripping it into teeny tiny pieces. Finn shivered and irritably glanced at the familiar cupid that was taped to the wall next to him. It had all become too much after that night, living in the big city, and being so alone with only his sick Mother to provide him with any encouragement. So when the lawyer had produced Gran's will to Finn, granting him full ownership of the cottage, he jumped at the chance for a new life. Now here he sat, in a room full of happy couples, on the day he hated the most, mourning all over again. A mumble came from the man across from him, startling him from his darkened thoughts, "Sorry what?" "Must be real important, whatever's on there," Remy pointed to his phone. "Are you always this nosy?" Finn shot back, trying to hide his overwhelming urge to confess his depression to this stranger, too anyone. "I'm a cop. It's what I do..." Remy chuckled, obviously not deterred by Finn's blatant attitude. Finn studied the man before him, taking in the clear green eyes, and dark stubble around his jaw. Remy's messy black hair ran to his chin in a rugged back woods male kind of way, and it suited him, furthering Finn's strange attraction to the man. Finn couldn't help but run his eyes over full lips as they parted, taking in a sip of coffee. The Sheriff's tongue darted out and wet his bottom lip, placing his cup back on the table. This man was sex personified, and Finn shifted in his seat, discretely adjusting his bulge. He hadn't been in this town five minutes, and here he was lusting after the town's lone ranger, who was most likely straight and had a hot girlfriend waiting for him at home. Then again, why would an attached man be out dining solo on Valentine's Day? "Right," Finn finally replied, noticing the grin on Remy's face. Was he gay, or was he just being nice, Finn wondered. "You hear about the storm coming in tonight?" Remy asked casually and Finn watched his lips move once more. "Uh huh," He managed then cleared his throat, averting his eyes to his own coffee, not knowing anything about a storm. "Gonna be something brutal. You got the heat turned up in that place yet? Don't want you to freeze on your first night here," The Sheriff replied. "How did you know this was my first night?" Finn asked curiously. "For starters, if it wasn't, you'd be wearing something a little warmer," Remy gestured to the leather jacket next to Finn, "Secondly, no one who has been to Jackie's more than once wears a frown like that. Lastly, I noticed all the folks looking and whispering your way, meaning their curious. You don't last twenty four hours without playing twenty questions with the locals. If they knew ya, they wouldn't be so interested." My Love is Your Love "Makes sense I guess," Finn looked around, finally noticing the stares and muted conversations directed his way. "So why the frown, you look like someone rained inside your living room," Remy studied him. Finn could blame it on his Gran's passing, but they would find out the truth eventually. This was a small town after all. What could it hurt to tell? Finn took a deep breath, "It's just one of those days I try not to remember." "How in the world is Valentine's a bad day? I mean look around you...all these people smiling and having a good time. I only wish I had someone to share it with like that," Remy had a far off look in his eye that made Finn feel like sighing. "Well for some of us, it's rotten. Nothing more than a Hallmark nightmare," Finn countered, causing Remy to frown. "Oh come on. Don't you feel the love?" Remy teased, taking a sip of his coffee. Dreamboat was starting to irritate Finn. Why did everyone just love this damned day? "When you spent all day cooking a meal for your boyfriend, only to have him come home, and break it off with you for another guy, it kind of ruins it," Finn blurted and sat back in awe that he had really just said that. Remy slowed his smile, setting down his coffee, with pity looming behind his eyes. "I guess it would huh?" The big man murmured, looking down at the table, "I'm sorry Finn. I didn't mean to make ya angry." Remy looked like a sad puppy while he fidgeted with the napkin again. Never once did he mention the fact that Finn's ex had been a 'he'. That was a start, Finn thought...at least the guy wasn't a homophobe. "So you see, I have no fondness for this day, nor will I the next year. You can dangle the little hearts and roses in my face all you want, but it won't change my opinion on the matter," Finn sat back in the booth, crossing his arms. He felt like a complete ass guarding himself from Remy, but he had no idea what this man's intentions or status was, so he kept up the dwindling front. Normally, Finn was an easy going and caring individual, but today brought out the worst in him, and he felt pity that Remy had to endure his dark side. "Hey man, it's alright, I completely understand. You've had a rough go of it, what with your Gran and an ex to boot. That's rough. I wouldn't care for today either if I were you," Remy smiled gently. If Finn was standing, his knees would have given out over the lopsided grin from the man across the way. He understood? That was a first. Normally people thought him a crazy person for hating the holiday of love, but Remy wasn't normal he guessed. Finn could already tell Remy cared for others; he loved his town, and had a way of making Finn's cock throb. He wished Remy were gay with all his heart, because he was already perfect to Finn. Wait! Perfect? Where did that come from? Finn felt like he was tripping acid, feeling anything more than curiosity was insane. "Uh thanks. So about this storm..." Finn tried to change the subject away from his frigid love life. "Oh yeah, we're supposed to be getting a hell of a blizzard tonight. Wouldn't be surprised if I'm on dig out detail tomorrow," Remy laughed easily, putting Finn into a calmer state. "Dig out detail?" Finn chuckled. "Yeah, we go around and check to make sure folks aren't stuck inside their own homes. Sometimes the snow piles up so fierce, you gotta dig em out." "Holy shit," Finn muttered, blushing at his own exclamation. "Sorry, I meant that's crazy." "No worries city boy. We do tend to swear out here now and again," Remy grinned wildly. "I'm a city boy huh?" Finn bit his lip for a second. "Well maybe you're right on that one. I mean I know about snow, but not like this. Oh hell, what if I get snowed in?" He started to panic at the thought. "Calm down, if you like I can make sure your place is set up, before you turn in for the night," Remy replied, nervously tapping against the side of his mug. "Um..."Finn wasn't sure what to say. Actually it was more like he didn't know what he would do with the sexy Sheriff in his house, "Sure." Finn raised his dark brows at his own reply. Oh great, if he wasn't nervous and aroused before... "Yeah?" Remy looked up for some kind of reassurance. Finn was surprised to see Remy looking as nervous as he felt. Jackie swept towards them, holding two steaming plates of pot pie in her hands, "Here we are boys. Best pot pie in the whole damn world." She winked and blew a stray hair from her face. Finn took one whiff of his plate and felt like he had found home. Without waiting for Remy to dig in, he picked up his fork, breaking open the crisp golden crust. A delicious aroma hit his nose and he shuddered, narrowing his eyes in hunger, not at his food, but at the Sheriff. ~~~In the Kitchen~~~ Chris pulled a batch of gooey brownies from the oven and Don was in the corner with a dreamy smile on his face, a smear of pink lipstick on his cheek. The golden blonde took the tray over to the free counter space to let the sweets cool. Don stopped what he was doing, sniffing the air in Chris' direction, "Damn that smells good." "You want one?" Chris turned with a cheeky smile. "I bet we could set Kara one aside too." "Ah man. Kara deserves a whole plate of those brownies," Don sighed. "Oh really?" Chris beamed, "I bet I could arrange that. You guys could take a batch home after work." After planting the spark in the couple's thoughts, the food sealed the deal. Chris was not one to mess with fate, never starting something that wasn't already there. The couples were always meant to be, they just needed a little push towards each other. Soul mates deserved to be found, and Chris was always happy to help. "You think she would take me home?" Don gaped, but excitement was in his dark eyes. "Take her a dozen of these and I have no doubt my friend," The cook returned. "Ah thanks man, I owe you one," Don smiled and started humming along with the radio, going back to the dishes. "You don't owe me a thing," Chris whispered, piling the brownies into a pink box. He could feel a strong connection taking place in the dining area and grinned, Gods he loved his job. ~~~Remy~~~ Remy watched Jackie leave the table, turning back to see Finn staring at him. The man's dark eyes were heated and full of hunger. Remy had to clear his throat, shift in his seat, and take a sip of coffee to avoid looking back into those dangerous eyes. His stomach beckoned for the food before him, so he broke open the delicious pie. The second the smell reached his nostrils, he was a goner. The aroma did something to his body that he had never felt before. Remy's eyes shifted towards Finn, raping the city boy's very soul to the core with his stare. Remy shivered at the intensity their connection presented, all of his control slipping away. He watched as Finn brought a bite of pie to his lips, slowly blowing on the food, his gaze never leaving Remy's eyes. The newcomer slipped the bite in between his lips, pulling the fork from his mouth at an agonizing pace. Finn's tongue licked the fork like it was the best thing he had ever tasted, causing Remy to picture the guy's tongue licking his... Remy's breath left him in a shudder. This was coming along too quickly. Maybe this was all his imagination. No way would this guy be coming onto him, he was heartbroken and alone, no way would Finn be so trusting so quickly. To keep his mouth from saying something stupid, he forced a bite of pie inside his mouth. The taste made him close his eyes with a small groan. He had eaten Jackie's pot pie at least three times a week for the past month, and never had it tasted this good. It felt like coming home with a single bite, and Remy let the wonderful taste roll around his tongue. "Remy?" He heard a husky voice ask, forcing his eyes to open. That voice made his heart do back flips, his name like a poem from Finn's lips. He wanted to reach across the table and slam Finn's lean muscled back against the surface, taking him right here, for the entire world to see. "Yeah?" Remy managed. "Are you alright?" Finn looked worried, but Remy just smiled. "All good," The Sheriff braced his hand against the table to keep from touching the fingers that were so close. Finn was about to reply, when Remy's radio went off. The Sheriff grunted, pulling the damned annoyance from his belt to answer. "Sherriff La Croix, do you copy?" Henrietta's voice came over the line. Remy pressed the radio, "Go ahead Henny." "We just received a call from Mason, the highways have just been shut down, with whiteout conditions, and it's heading this way. Sheriff Calhoun wanted to give you a heads up for the barricades, I 98 and 124 are down. They're losing power in the farther out residences and already have their deputies checking the roads. I ain't about to bother Le Roy neither, so who do you want sent out to set 'em up?" Remy sighed, fate had awful timing. The forecast had predicted the blizzard conditions, but a full on whiteout and highways shutting down was bad news. He was going to have to clear out the diner, to get people home safely in time. "Call in Briggs and Carrow, tell em to set up the barricades for all four main roads leading out of town. If it's as bad as Mason says, were gonna have to do a lockdown for the night. I'm gonna shut down Jackie's and you call over to the bar and tell Luke to do the same. I want everyone off the roads before this storm hits. Do me one last favor and call J.R. and tell him to send a warning out on the air, some folks tune in this late, and word will get around," Remy replied, wracking his brain for anything he was forgetting. "Oh and go out and check the gates for the generator and make sure they aren't frozen shut again please. That should do it Henny, thanks doll." "No problem Sherriff. You stay safe out there and I'll let you know if we got any trouble," The cute old bird's voice returned. "I will. Night Henny," Remy chuckled, clipping his radio back onto his belt. "Oh my God, I live out there. If they put up a barricade, how will I get home?" Finn started to panic, causing Remy to smile. "Don't worry city boy, I won't leave you sleeping in this booth. Besides, you drive yourself all the way back there and you're sure to be stuck until the plows hit you up. That could be a couple of days," The Sheriff assured. "A couple of days? What am I going to do Remy?" Finn groaned and Remy had the sudden urge to comfort him within his own arms. "Well you can always stay with me. I'm just up the road, got plenty of room," Remy heard himself say with shock. ~~~~In the Kitchen~~~ The radio above the fridge was detailing the latest weather reports, causing Don to worry, "Oh man, this sucks. We haven't had a storm this bad in years, should probably close down early and get folks home. Oh shit, Kara! I hope she hasn't left yet, the roads are icy and she shouldn't drive that piece of crap in this." The dark haired man rubbed his eyes with his forearm, throwing the sponge in the sink. Chris looked up from his latest dessert creation with a grin, "Why don't you take off Don, I'll clean up, and you get Kara home. Here..." Chris held up the aforementioned brownies to Don. "Ah man, thanks so much. I really do owe you one," Don squeezed Chris' shoulder, taking the offered box. "You owe don't owe me a thing. Happy Valentine's Day Don," Chris winked at the dishwasher. "You too bro, see ya later," Don murmured dreamily, slipping on his thick parka, before stepping out front. "There won't be a later Don..." Chris murmured to himself and went back to boxing up the last of the baked goods for the night. ~~~Finn~~~ "You want me to stay with you? I mean not to sound ungrateful or anything, but you don't even know me Remy. I don't think that's such a good idea for either of us," Finn was flabbergasted, broken out of his lustful reverie. "Boy, you wouldn't know the first thing about camping out in a blizzard. Consider it a simple favor and don't make it out to be anything more than that," Remy replied flatly. Finn noticed the man's eyes shift to the table with a hint of disappointment. Finn felt like an ass. Here this gorgeous, not to mention compassionate man was, offering him safety from the storm, and he was looking for the first way to escape, by throwing up that damned guard again. He exhaled slowly to try that comment again. "What I meant was...are you sure that's alright with you?" Finn rephrased and the big Sheriff looked up with a little life back in his eyes. "I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure," Remy's voice came husky. "Okay then..." Finn whispered feeling like this man owned him suddenly. Remy's deep rumble was soothing to him and his simple presence at the table made Finn forget everything else that bothered him about today. It felt like a weight had been lifted from him, his Gran, his Mom, and Joel seemed to float away with Remy here. He wasn't sure what would happen tonight, but Finn was sure it would end with Remy. "Let me go talk things over with Miss J and I'll be back. Sit tight Finn..." Remy winked, the sexy gesture making Finn want to crank his shit right there at the table. Finn was suddenly alone in the booth with nothing more than his blasted phone. An idea occurred to him as he flicked the silly cupid decoration on the table and grabbed the phone next to him. He didn't know what was coming over him, but it felt right. Pulling up the photos that he had saved to his downloads, he selected them all, and with a deep breath, hit delete. Every photo of Joel, every photo of Finn and Joel, and every stalker like download of Joel and Jacob, gone. Finn stared at the empty screen that was blinking, anxious for new photos to store, and smiled. It took one rugged cop and a pot pie to do it, but his heart felt cleaner and ready for something new. Finn took in Remy as he slung an arm around the tiny Miss J, a genuine smile across his lips as he chattered to Jackie and the young hostess. He couldn't find a single fault with this man so far, and every minute he felt the pull towards Remy growing stronger. If someone would have told him last night that he would be sitting in a mom and pop diner on Valentine's, with a sexy Sheriff, swirling a fork through a homemade pot pie, Finn would've laughed until he threw up. Less than twenty fours later though, he couldn't imagine it any other way. His eyes watched Remy take a generous wad of cash out of his pocket, stuff it at Jackie with a laugh, and walk back towards their table. Remy's gaze was already on him within seconds, a look that was meant only for Finn. The Sheriff gave him one of his lazy grins and turned to face the restaurant. He whistled commandingly and every head in the diner turned, eyes on Sheriff Remy La Croix, "Excuse me folks, I have some bad news. Looks like the blizzard is less than an hour from sweeping through Bermont and at this time I'm asking all of you to get on home. All the highways have been closed down, as well as all of the connecting routes. So if you live anywhere off there, Mrs. Judge has kindly offered the motel up to all of you with no way to get home," A few groans were mingled with some knowing smiles, "Now, give us a few minutes and we'll get all your leftovers boxed up, along with some of those amazing baked goods to take home for all the trouble. Thanks folks and have a Happy Valentine's Day..." Remy nodded, making Finn think on how good he would look tipping a hat. God, this man was a sweetheart, Finn smiled thirty minutes later. Within minutes Remy had orchestrated a plan, had everyone on their way safely, and was currently helping Jackie wash down a few tables. Finn rose from the booth, looking around for a way to help, when a charming, blonde teenager came out of the back kitchen. "Oh Chris! Good your still here," Jackie pulled herself from the vinyl booth she was washing down, "I wanted to introduce you to the Sheriff. Remy, this is Chef Chris," She said with a laugh. "Chef Chris huh? Has a certain ring to it I guess," Chris hugged Jackie from the side lovingly. "Then there you have it, once you get a nickname like that, can't let you leave," Jackie giggled. "Well it's nice to meet you Chris, heard wonderful things about you, and might I say, that was hands down the best damned pot pie I have ever eaten," Remy shook the young man's hand eagerly. Jackie playfully elbowed Remy in the side, "Mind your tongue boy." "Aw Miss J, you know I adore your cooking, but golden boy here has the touch. You wouldn't happen to have anything sweet back there would ya Chris?" Remy glanced over the counter looking for more pink boxes. "Actually I have something special for both of you," Chris' eyes were warm, but his words were strangely powerful to Finn. Finn couldn't help himself as he walked forward to stand next to Remy, wanting to feel his body heat close by. Chris disappeared into the back, only to reappear with two large pink boxes. Remy shifted, noticing Finn next to him with a grin. He shivered as the bigger man moved behind him slowly. The Sheriff seemed to like their proximity just as much as Finn, so he smirked, and leaned back, meeting a hard chest. Finn felt the body behind him stiffen, and he stepped forward in shock. What the hell was he doing? It was like he was magnetized to Remy. Oh no. Did he read the man's signals wrong? Finn suddenly feared that Remy La Croix was not gay at all and he was just another hopeless fool. ~~~Chris~~~ The cook took in the couple as he approached from the kitchen. The flow of heat between them was strong, making Chris radiate with joy. It had been a while since he had seen sparks fly so quickly between a couple and knew the fates were smiling down upon them. The smaller man seemed taken with the Sheriff, but also guarded, afraid almost to let his heart be captured. It had become apparent through the images Chris had seen, that Finn had been hurt before, not only with his heart, but with every fiber of the man's being. He watched as the poor guy jumped away from the warm body snuggled at his back, completely misinterpreting the situation. Finn was obviously conflicted with the Sheriff's preferences and more importantly his intentions. Finn nervously leaned against the counter while Chris came to stand in front of the two with the pink boxes. The cook handed one to each man, both of them held a certain excitement in their eyes. Chris awaited the unveiling, watching the two men curiously peer inside the treat containers. His heart soared when Finn gasped, the lid to his box flipped open, unsaid emotions blatant on his face. "This is...How did you? There's no way you could've known..." Finn stumbled through his speech. "Known what?" Chris smirked, slinging an arm around Jackie. He knew alright, but he kept mum. "These are cinnamon tea cakes...I would know them anywhere," Finn's eyes filled with tears and he turned his head to hide his face. "What's wrong?" Remy swooped in and squeezed the smaller man's shoulder. The Sheriff set the box he held next to him, bringing his free hand to turn Finn's face to his. "We'll be in the back closing up," Jackie smiled knowingly, grabbing Chris' hand to lead the way. Chris got one more glimpse of his latest success and followed Jackie into the back. By the end of tonight, those two were going to be madly in love. ~~~Remy~~~ He felt something tug in his chest, watching Finn's eyes fill with unshed tears. Whatever those cookies were, they meant something to him. "Hey, come here..." Remy pulled Finn to his chest. He just needed to comfort him, make the guy smile for a change. My Love is Your Love Finn sniffled against him, nuzzling his face deep within Remy's open parka. Remy breathed in the scent of Finn's green apple shampoo, tightening his arms around the smaller man. Whatever had scared the guy away earlier was lost. He smiled, feeling leaner arms wrap around his waist, under his thick coat. "You can tell me Finn, it will be alright," Without another thought he bent his head down, laying a tender kiss on his city boy's hair. Finn looked up at him. His chocolate eyes glossy and his cheeks tinged a rosy pink, "My mom made them for me all the time. They were my favorite. Gran taught her to make them when she was little." "That Gran of yours sure knew her way around a kitchen," He paused and smoothed Finn's hair away from his brow. "What about your mom?" He knew what was coming just from reading Finn's expression. The guy's eyes clouded over, a frown on his lips, and his arms tightened around Remy's hard back. "She passed away about ten months ago. Breast cancer," Finn looked down, once again hiding his face. "I'm so sorry Finn. I lost my own Mama about two years ago, I know how hard that is," Remy murmured into Finn's hair. "Everything is falling apart Remy," Finn suddenly looked into the Sheriff's eyes, "I have no one, nothing to turn too. That's why I came here, to get away from it all, but I just feel more alone. First Joel, then my Mom, and now Gran, it just isn't right. What did I do Remy? Where did I go wrong?" Finn started to sob. Remy had the feeling that this poor man had been suffering in silence for too long. He had no one to help him through, and Finn had been dumped on by a shit storm. Remy wanted to punch that little bastard Joel in the face for leaving such a sweet creature all alone. He took a deep breath to calm himself before replying to the fragile man in his arms. "You did nothing wrong baby," Remy whispered, gently rocking his hips, while holding onto Finn, "Death is just a part of life. There is nothing we can do to stop it, no matter how hard we try." Remy tilted Finn's face to him once more, "And as for the being alone part, Joel was a fool to leave you. He don't deserve an ounce of what you have to offer, but with that said...you aren't alone anymore Finn. I'll do everything in my power to make sure you're never alone again." Remy's heart swelled, realizing there was no going back from that kind of declaration. He might be all male, but inside his stomach was full of butterflies. He was possessed by Finn, hopelessly and utterly lost to him. He didn't care that it was just dinner and small talk that got them to this place. Remy just knew in this moment, that Finn was his. "Yeah, right," Finn surprised him, the smaller man wriggled out of his grasp, "That's what they all say. This day is fucking cursed I swear it! Fate decided that this day was meant to mock me, throwing my pain in my face. How can you promise me something like that Remy? You don't know me at all! We've known each other for a whole three hours and you've offered me your home, you paid for dinner, and now you promise me something like that! Do you know I'm gay Remy? As in homosexual, lover of men...Do you want a gay man trotting around your home?" Finn had finally broken and Remy saw it in every move the guy's body made. He was so tense, all his muscles vibrating with this meltdown, his chocolate eyes wide with exclamation. Remy started to laugh. He let his head fall back and laughed so hard, he had to clutch his stomach. "What the fuck is so funny?" Finn screeched. "Oh...oh my lord boy," Remy gasped, "Do I want a gay man in my house?" He couldn't help it as he let loose another stream of laughter. Finn's look of despair made him quiet down, taking in deep breaths to cool off, "Finn, I'm sorry, but that was a good one. I guess what I should of said is yes. Yes, I want a gay man in my house." "Why?" Finn obviously needed to hear it from Remy's lips. Remy took a step forward, prowling his eye's seriously over the smaller man, "You sure you want the answer to that boy." Remy couldn't help it as he straightened himself to his full height, straining his muscles, and showing off his entire body like the leader of the pride. "Yes," Finn whispered, clutching the glass case behind him. Remy stalked forward, putting his hands on either side of Finn. His face was inches away from those deep brown eyes, "Because I want to see your beautiful body in my bed and watch you writhe, begging me for more. I want to hear you say my name over and over until you can't breathe. I want to wake up tomorrow with your warm skin beside me, listening to your satisfied breathing. I want...well hell I want you in my damned house and that's all there is to it." Remy watched Finn's eyes, shock and lust battling for first place. The Sheriff didn't give him a chance to decide, he slid his thick arms around that small waist, pulling Finn tight against him. "Oh my, I am so sorry to interrupt Remy," Jackie covered her mouth, stifling a wide smile. "I don't believe that for a second," Remy recovered himself, regretting the loss of Finn as he brought his arms back to his sides. "Yeah well, we need to get this place locked up, unless you two are planning on sleeping here tonight," Jackie grinned, raising a brow, "Besides there's already snow shin deep out there, you boys best hit the road. Oh and Finn honey, why don't you let Sherriff La Croix here take you to the motel, those roads are already too dangerous to be driving on." "He isn't staying at the motel..." Remy huffed, "I already told him he's staying with me Miss J." Jackie raised both brows, but a grin crossed her lips, "Well that takes care of that then. You need anything before you get out of here?" Remy nodded, "Yeah, you mind if I take a coat from lost and found? City boy here thinks this leather thing will keep him warm," Remy chuckled, lifting Finn's thin leather jacket with a finger. "I got just the thing, be right back," Jackie sang, running to the back once more. Finn was as quiet as mouse. Remy turned back to him, "I can hear your mind whirling over there." "You're gay?" Finn whispered. "I thought that was a given," Remy chuckled. "But you're the Sherriff...I thought..." "Well what you think and what really is, aren't always one in the same," Remy replied. "So you want me to..." "You really aren't good at finishing sentences are you?" Remy laughed, "Don't worry Finn, I'm gonna take care of you..." Remy smiled, looking his city boy in the eye. Whatever Finn saw there caused him to shift from foot to foot, anxiety creeping over his face. Remy frowned. He had been so sure Finn was into him. He had seen it with his own damned eyes. Now though, he felt as nervous as Finn looked. Had he crossed a line? Had he pushed the guy away? "Look Finn...I didn't mean to make you feel so..." Remy tried. "Just stop it okay? You're only making this worse. Let's just drop all of this and you can take me to the motel. I'll pick up my car in the morning and you won't have to 'take care' of me anymore." Finn crossed his arms, eyes downcast. "No," Remy growled. "No?" Finn looked up in disbelief. "That's what I said and it just so happens, my word is law," Remy narrowed his eyes and Finn took in a sharp breath. Remy smiled internally, Finn was so his. ~~~Finn~~~ No fucking way! There was no way Finn felt like this after three hours with Remy. He couldn't do it. He licked his lips, his eyes hidden, and he could almost taste Remy in his mouth. Those things the Sherriff had said made his body quiver, but his brain felt like it would detonate at any moment. Not only was Remy gay, he was really gay for Finn. "What about what I want?" Finn stared into green eyes. "I already know what you want," Remy chuckled. "Oh yeah, what's that?" Finn's voice choked. Jackie had a way with timing, her quick steps echoing in the all but empty diner, "Found something for ya." She held out a dark blue parka to Finn. He blushed with Remy's penetrating gaze upon him, wrapping his nimble fingers around the coat offered to him, "Thanks Jackie." "No thanks needed baby. Now you two get yourselves out of here and right on home," The petite hellion commanded with a smile. "Tell Chris thanks for us. That was really nice of him to save us some sweets," Remy grinned. "Hey it's what I do," A smooth chuckle came from behind the trio, and Chris appeared with his own parka wrapped snuggly over his boyish frame, "It's thanks enough when you enjoy the goods." The angelic blonde winked at Finn. Finn averted his eyes from the uncomfortable watch of Chris, pulling his arms into the warm sleeves of his new coat. He zipped up the heavy parka, following up with the multitude of buttons that would increase his shield from the wild rural elements. Remy grabbed a shiny black helmet from the waiting area, holding it out to Finn, "You put this on. I won't need it." Finn stared at the object offered, wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into to. He had thought surely the Sheriff had some fancy, snow rigged truck, but now he knew otherwise. Finn looked from Remy to the helmet in contemplation, his fear of things without doors suddenly spiking. "I thought you had a truck or something," Finn gulped, causing Jackie and Remy to laugh. "What part of 'it's too dangerous to drive' didn't you get baby?" Jackie giggled. Finn thought it over, realizing those words had indeed been said, but he hadn't thought anything of it until now. "I promise you'll be safe, been riding sleds since I was old enough to walk," Remy purred with comfort. "Hold up! Sled..." Finn gaped. Visions of a small red sled popped into his head, followed by children riding down hills at Christmas. "Not that kind," Remy read his mind "A snowmobile and a really fast one." "I dunno..." Finn was unsure, but he took one look at Remy's confident expression, and grabbed the helmet. "Fine, but take it slow alright? I don't like motorcycles or jet skis..." Finn murmured quietly. "Guarantee you'll pick up a love for it around here," Jackie gave him a reassuring squeeze. The woman had a way with making you feel right at home and suddenly he was reminded of the void that Jackie somehow seemed to fill, the space where his Gran had left open. Finn took a deep breath, controlling his straying thoughts and nodded, perking his body up and setting himself up for the ride ahead. "Yea, guess I'll have to..." Finn smiled slightly, noticing Chris' dazzling grin. There was something about the guy that made Finn feel uneasy, but at the same time relaxed. If Chris had been a little older, he might have made Finn blush from head to toe with his starling beauty, but as it was, the boy was barely legal, and didn't have his heart. His heart...Where did that come from? Chris winked at him again, as if reading his thoughts, and Finn turned away to look at Remy. The Sherriff was watching him carefully; probably contemplating Finn's next small crisis before Finn even arrived there. Finn knew he was a fragile mess, but somehow Remy seemed alright with that, maybe even took pride in the fact he could comfort Finn so effortlessly. "I think I'm ready now," Finn found himself saying, and wondered in what context he meant for that simple statement to be taken. Remy smiled warmly, letting his green eyes sparkle, "Good." They said their goodbyes to Jackie and Chris, before venturing out into the ensuing winter pandemonium. ~~~Remy~~~ Remy rubbed his gloved hands together, turning to the shivering man holding two pink boxes, a helmet strap around his wrist. Rapid clouds of hot air hit the cool night and Remy knew the guy was slightly frightened by the storm that surrounded them. Wind whipped at their bodies from every angle, bringing forth gusts of fresh snow that ended up piled around their legs. "You alright?" Remy shouted over the howling storm. Finn did little more than nod, confirming Remy's suspicions of the city boy's fears. The Sherriff pulled the boxes from Finn's shaking hands and went to the storage compartment on his ride. After securing the packages in the weather proof box, he turned to Finn, "You need anything from your car?" Finn shook his head, walking towards him. He was shaking as he came to stand before Remy, even the chattering of Finn's teeth could be heard above the wind. Remy saw the guy's eyes were glassy, his nose and cheeks red from the cold, and he melted a little. Poor thing had really never been in a storm like this before. Remy couldn't help himself and wrapped his thick arms around the smaller man, running his hands up and down Finn's back quickly to gain some heat. "Put the helmet on and I'll strap you in. You sit in the back and hold on to my waist tight, like your hugging me. Lean with me when you feel me turn, it's just easier to glide in the deeper snow like that," Remy pulled back and smiled. Finn nodded, pulling back his hood to reveal his now messy locks. Remy chuckled as Finn tugged the black helmet onto his head with an audible huff. The Sheriff secured the strap around Finn's neck and clicked the latch soundly. He patted the top of the helmet softly, pulling Finn towards the rear of the sled. Finn slowly climbed aboard, seating himself against the small backing with his legs spread apart. If it wasn't frigid as hell out, Remy would've been seriously turned on at the sight. His city boy looked right at home on the back of his sled, he thought with a chuckle. Remy pulled a pair of goggles and a thick wool scarf out of the utility bag on the back of his rig. He threw on his gear, pulling his hood down over his head, and buckling the protective covering over his nose and mouth. He settled himself into the driver's seat, putting the key into the ignition, and immediately felt slender shaky arms encircle his waist tightly. Finn's smaller body cupped his back nicely and Remy grinned as the sled roared to life. "Hold on baby," He laughed, taking off sharply into the night. ~~~Chris~~~ Although he loved his job, he always felt a bit saddened this time of year. After thousands of years helping others, he had yet to experience true love for himself. It was a matter that he kept silent; playing off that the thought alone was selfish, when he brought such love into the world already. Chris sighed, watching Jackie count the till and get ready to close up. He picked up his pack from his feet, peering inside to make sure the contents were still there. Chris grazed his fingers over the jar of golden dust longingly. It was in that jar that desire began and soul mates were found. In the olden days, he had used a more ridiculous means of fulfilling his duties. He shook his head, remembering the golden arrows and the ridiculous loin cloth that left little to the imagination. It had been Chris that came up with the idea of the dust. Using his powers to transfer the desire from the arrows themselves to a fine glittery substance, that when consumed had the same whirlwind effect of all encompassing love. Every year on this day, he watched the humans go about their joyous couplings and deep rooted bonds over small gifts and chocolates. Chris wanted more than anything to dip his finger in that jar and taste desire upon his lips, to know the love a man so true, that it made his toes curl. A clearing of a throat interrupted his thoughts and a tingle went up his spine. Chris turned with wide blue eyes to see a beautiful strawberry blonde female standing before him. Her long wavy hair glittered under the fluorescent lighting, setting off her ocean blue eyes. The woman's lips were set into a thin smile and she nodded at Chris. "Mother?" Chris whispered furiously, "You can't be here! What if the human sees you?" "Oh darling, do calm down," Venus sashayed over to her son, throwing a glance towards an unaware Jackie, "She can't see me, besides I'm not here to make you angry, I have a message for you." Venus straightened her white wool coat around her tight body and Chris huffed," What kind of message?" Receiving a message via his mother, or any of the others, was usually a bad thing. Chris cringed inwardly at what he could have possibly done now. "You have until the sun rises to bring love to two others in this place. If you succeed...the thing of which you desire the most is yours," Venus stated warmly and Chris shook his head. "Mother! That's impossible...the storm is raging, and there are no more humans left here to pair. I've felt no other connections or been given any other images to go on. Is this another of Zeus' tricks? Are you here to torment me...my own flesh and blood?" Chris felt tears prickling the corners of his eyes. The others knew of his greatest ironic desire and mocked him mercilessly for his lack thereof. He looked into the bluest eyes he had ever known, searching their depths for a truth of some kind. Would his mother be so cruel? "Cupid, I speak nothing but the truth. Your father and I, along with Zeus and the others, have seen your sadness grow with strength, and we are compelled to bring you happiness. The Fates have spoken of things to come...things that come your way my son. If you do this one last thing, your future will be set before you and love will be yours." His mother's skin started to glow like a star and she brought her warm fingers to his cheek, "I love you Cupid and I only wish to see you smile. Hurry my son..." Venus smiled and the light increased under her skin, swallowing her from this world. Chris blinked a few times, readjusting his eyes to the now empty kitchen. He gasped, remembering Jackie, and turned to peek out the server's window. Jackie was still hunched over the cash register, writing away in her records, and finishing up her last minute duties. Chris sighed in relief, leaning against the fridge, when a sudden realization hit him. Jackie! ~~~Finn~~~ Finn held onto Remy with every bit of strength he had. He felt the monster mobile vibrating underneath him as they whipped through the open field at high flying speeds. When Remy had said he lived close, Finn thought he truly meant right up the street, but that must have been small town lingo. They had covered at least three miles of stormy terrain, passing through thickly forested wood, and over building depths of compacted snowy landscape. The scenery would have been breath taking, had it not been for the flurry of whirling snow raining from the sky, blocking views of every angle. Finn snuggled deeper into Remy's broad back, resting his helmet between inviting shoulder blades. He began to feel that pull inside of him again, begging to be nearer to the Sherriff he held. Finn bit his lip inside the helmet and pushed his hips deeper into Remy's ass, tightening his grip around the Sherriff's waist. He felt Remy scoot into him, pressing his backside against Finn's rapidly building erection. Finn groaned...the sound bouncing around the confines that covered his head. He subtly ground himself into Remy, hoping the vibrations of the sled, covered his small movements. Remy's head flicked back for a second and Finn swore he heard the Sherriff's laughter. Heat crept over his cheeks with humiliation, no doubt he had just been caught humping his host. He cringed silently as the sled started downward and a large home came into view. The details were marred by the storm, but the golden light that spilled from the windows looked warm and inviting, and that was enough for Finn. Remy slowed to a stop next to a huge black truck that was rigged with a plow and cut the engine. Finn didn't want to let go when Remy patted the small hands around his waist, signaling Finn they had reached their destination. He felt Remy's chest vibrate with laughter and reluctantly let his hands go. Remy swiftly hopped off the sled, extending a hand to Finn like a gentleman. Finn took the hand and the larger man helped him from his seat, steadying his stance as he plundered into the knee deep snow. My Love is Your Love Finn could feel the icy powder soaking through his jeans, chilling him to core. He chattered his teeth while strong hands guided him up an icy set of stairs, to the back entrance of the house. He was beyond freezing as he wrapped his arms around himself, waiting for Remy to unlock the door. A barking on the other side startled Finn from his mindless thinking and he almost slid across the icy wood. Remy's massive arms caught him around the waist, bringing him up right once more, "You alright?" "Yeah, I'm good," Finn managed, loving the feel of those strong hands on his back. "Don't let George scare you. He's just a big teddy bear," Remy laughed, pushing Finn through to the cracked open door. Finn hesitated for a second, opening the door slowly, and waiting for the barking beast to attack. The door opened and Remy nudged him inside, revealing the wolf-like creature to his eyes. Finn gasped, the large white and grey husky pattered across the floor, letting out a slow growl. "George, that's enough. Don't scare the poor guy," Remy boomed, shutting the door behind them. He went to the dog, kneeling before George, and scratched behind his ears. George leaned his head into his master's touch, searching him out with sky blue eyes. Finn stayed glued to the spot, not sure how he felt about the beast, but he seemed to listen to Remy, and that was what mattered. Looking around the cheery kitchen, he noted the masculine grey's and blues, but also the coziness the place exuded. Stainless steel appliances, light cabinets, and gleaming hard wood flooring made it stand out from its small town location. He caught Remy staring at him and smiled. "Not what you expected?" The Sherriff grinned. "Not really..." Finn smiled "Why don't you get out of those wet shoes, and I'll go grab the packages. Don't want that stuff going to waist," Green eyes smiled at Finn. "Uh, yeah alright," Finn perused the kitchen, shuffling out of his parka, and slowly kicking off his soaked shoes. Remy stood, disappearing outside for a minute. Finn placed his wet socks inside his shoes and padded forward to the large opening in the dining room. He shivered at the sight of the living room. He envied Remy. This house was so beautiful and homey. It was nothing like the small cottage he owned, currently devoid of charm and that special touch that it once held. Large chocolate leather sofas took up one half of the room, placed perfectly in front of a fire place. Finn's toes curled around a thick yet soft area rug while he took in the picture window and all the perfectly spaced black and white photos on the wall. He moved forward to see the pictures, when he heard Remy come back into the kitchen. Feeling like he was intruding somehow, Finn stepped back into the kitchen. Remy was pulling the lid off a glass cake display, carefully transferring the treats into their new home. "You want one?" Remy turned around, with a red velvet cookie in his mouth. Finn tried not to laugh at the boyish look on Remy's face, "In a little while." "You sure? They're really good," Remy almost moaned around a bite full of cookie. "Yea I'm sure," Finn chuckled. "Alright, how about we find you something to wear?" Remy brushed cookie crumbs off his plaid button up, gesturing for Finn to follow. Finn stepped lightly behind Remy, following him up a polished wooden staircase. Pictures of what Finn assumed were family, dotted the navy blue walls, and he sighed at his lack thereof. They came to a stop at the end of a wide hallway and Remy pushed open the door to a bedroom. Finn stopped dead in his tracks. This room had to be Remy's, it even smelled like him, warm and male. A king sized bed done in creams and browns was the focal point of the room. Large windows sat to either side of the bed, and a unique iron light fixture hung from the peaked ceiling. Remy tapped his shoulder, handing him a pair of sweatpants and a soft long sleeved t-shirt. "They'll be a bit large, but they should be comfy," Remy winked, "You can use my bathroom, or I can go ahead and show you your room." Finn had the urge to just strip right there and crawl under the covers of the monstrous king size bed, but he could never be so bold. He exhaled, "If you don't mind, I'd like to see my room." "Right this way," Remy chuckled, noting Finn's flustered state. They walked about four feet, before Remy opened another door in the hallway. Finn wondered why Remy would choose the room closest to his, but kept his mouth shut. Remy had been nothing but helpful and it would be rude to question his kindness. Finn smiled as he was led into the cozy blue room. A smaller bed was set up against a window with a little fireplace on the opposite wall. Built in bookshelves took up the adjacent wall, stuffed with novels and references of all sizes. It was clean, warm, and very cozy. "There's a bathroom right there," Remy gestured to a door Finn hadn't noticed, "I'm going to go downstairs and fix up something to drink, want anything in particular? I got coffee, tea, or my favorite Chai..." Remy murmured, watching Finn as he sat on the bed. His favorite was Chai? Finn smiled, of course they had the same favorite, why wouldn't they? Finn smiled wider, wondering where the heck this man had been his whole life. "I'll take Chai," Finn blushed. Remy looked at him, captivating Finn with those green eyes. The bigger man's fingers twitched and Finn felt the same way, each wanting to touch the other, but too scared of the outcome. He stood from the bed, flicked his lashes up to Remy, and smiled gently before going into the small bathroom. He closed the door, cutting Remy off to think. Yeah, it was kind of rude to leave the guy hanging like that, but Finn needed to sort this situation out. What he was feeling in this moment went beyond desire and lust. He looked past Remy's good looks, seeing stability and compassion there. Even when he had been with Joel, never had he felt such warmth from the other man. Looking back now, the relationship had always been one sided. It was Finn that offered real love, trust, and companionship, not Joel. Finn shook his head thinking about Joel, that asshole would never have taken a complete stranger into his lavish little condo, not even under the direst of circumstances. Finn wondered now if Joel hadn't become a doctor for the money, because it certainly wasn't to help people, in fact he was more in the business of hurting rather than fixing. Finn sighed, rubbing a soft towel over his hair, and inhaling the comforting scent of laundry softener. He had to give the Sherriff credit; even the little bathroom looked more like home, than his condo with Joel ever had. Cute little French milled soaps were placed by the sink, a claw foot tub took up most of the small room, and it was lined with various gourmet bubble baths and frou frou gels. He smiled, running his hands over a black and white picture of a forested landscape and wondered if it was somewhere around here. God this felt like home, Finn thought, maybe not his, but it was home all the same. Finn looked into the mirror as he slipped on the sweats, tying them tightly around his small waist, and wondered if Remy had been serious about earlier. Could such a man as Remy, with his good looks, and even better personality, want him for real? ~~~Remy~~~ Remy smirked as Finn shut the door, loving how shy he was. It was now the Sherriff's personal mission to get the city boy to come around to his side, and maybe turn that little frown into a blazing smile. He had never felt overwhelmed by a man before, seeing as how he had never known feelings like these, and usually the men he caught in his basket were the kind to jump right out the next morning. Remy loved the way Finn looked just padding softly around his house and his heart soared knowing the guy was going to be sleeping in the room next to his. He swallowed thickly at the thought and went to start the Chai. His Momma had always made the kids Chai tea with a little milk and sugar on cold winter nights like this, and he was hoping it would do the trick and calm Finn down. He wanted Finn to feel safe and comfortable around him, but even he had his doubts about that. Remy poured some milk into a pan to heat it up, and scowled. Why would someone leave a guy like Finn? Sure he was beautiful, but Remy was more attracted to his innocence, his heart, and his trust. Would someone like Finn come around to a man like him? He kicked himself for being so aggressive earlier. Finn probably thought he was some he-man pervert, who only wanted him over to bang his brains out. Then again Finn could've asked Jackie to take him to the motel, but he didn't, so that was a good sign. Wasn't it? Remy poured the Chai concentrate into the pot and stirred slowly. Damn, he missed his Momma. She would've known what to do with Finn, the right words and touches, a way to make him stay. Remy sniffled and wiped a tear from under his eye. His heart went out to Finn at the loss of his Mother. He knew what it was like to need someone so badly, only to have them gone for good. Remy shuddered at the thought of going it all alone, a death so tragic that it rocked your world completely, and to experience it without the love and support of brothers and sisters, and more importantly your father who held it all together, even though he was falling apart inside. Finn had to have some kind of strength to still be standing here today. To live through a horrible break-up, the passing of your Gran, and your Momma all in the same year. Now there was a real man. Remy took a deep breath and steadied himself by gripping the sides of the stove. More tears fell slowly down his cheeks. He didn't hear Finn come into the kitchen and almost jumped out of his skin when a hand wrapped around his shoulder. "Christ on a cross. You almost put me in the ground boy," Remy turned to see Finn, staring at him with concern. The Sheriff shuddered and sniffled, remembering he had tears on his face, and turned back to the stove. "The Chai is almost done. Go ahead and take a seat in the living room, I'll be there in a minute." He wiped his eyes on his flannel sleeve. "Hey, you okay?" Finn spoke softly, stroking a hand up and down Remy's back. He didn't know how to respond. The slow touch on his back felt so good to his heart and his body. When was the last time a man had ever just taken care of him? Uh that would be never, well, excluding his Dad. "Yeah, I'm good," Remy struggled, keeping a fresh set of tears from falling. He took in a sharp breath, when small arms encircled his waist from behind, gently hugging him to Finn's chest. "I know that look, so you don't have to hide from me," Finn whispered, rubbing his thumb in small circles around Remy's stomach. "I ain't about to dump my problems on you. Tonight was about taking care of you, so let me do that okay?" Remy leaned back, loving how Finn didn't budge, and the smaller man's lean chest merged with his back. "Remy...I am an adult. You know that right? I may be new around here, but I've lived enough to know that people need to take care of each other. It sucks when you have to be alone all the time, to suffer in silence. I know that." Remy turned the stove off, moving the pot to the back burner, and turned around to face Finn. He looked down into those chocolate eyes and cupped the side of Finn's face in his large palm, "You wanna take care of me?" Finn was silent for a second, then smiled, lighting up his whole face, "Well it's only right to return the favor." Remy thought his heart was going to explode, but he kept his expression to a minimum, a sparkle of the eyes and a small grin, "You don't owe me anything city boy." "It's not about who owes who Remy, I feel this, and you feel this. I don't have an explanation for what's happening, but I do know that I'm done running from a good thing. I'm done living to please someone else and getting hurt. You're a beautiful man Remy and I'm not talking about just your looks either," Finn bit his lip then smiled, "This was not a coincidence. You and me; all of this, is something else." Remy couldn't take it anymore, he wrapped his hands around the back of Finn's head, reveling in the baby soft skin of his boy's neck, his fingers running through sandy hair, "Yea it is." He bent down slowly, watching Finn's eyes for some hint of fear. His mouth descended, closing in on awaiting lips, and finally they connected. Remy pressed against Finn gently, but firmly, feeling those pouty lips push back. One of Finn's hands snaked into Remy's hair, wrapping it in a fist, but not aggressively. This kiss was meant to be sweet, to show each other trust, to symbolize letting this fear of hurt dissipate between them. Finn sighed against Remy's lips and before tongues could be involved, Remy pulled back. Finn seemed lost as his eyes readjusted from the chaste kiss. Remy chuckled and brushed a thumb over his city boy's lips, feeling the slightest bit of moisture come away on his finger. "You still want Chai?" Remy grinned and Finn nodded, "Go into the living room and I'll bring it to you." "Okay," The smaller man nodded, going back towards the living room, but not before he smiled over his shoulder. Remy wanted to pounce on him, but taking it slow was the right thing to do. Finn deserved that much. He pulled out the mugs with the little hearts on them from the cabinet, holding in a laugh as he poured the Chai. He slipped his fingers in the heart shaped handles and stepped into the living room with a grin. ~~~Chris~~~ "Well damn Sug, this old baby ain't looking too hot." Jackie pulled her coat closer to her body crouching in the snow. Chris wasn't much of a mechanic, but he knew that with a touch to the engine he could get the thing working. Something inside him said not to though and he went with his gut. "Miss J, how about we go back inside and call a tow. There's got to be someone that can at least give us a lift to your place." He replied innocently. She peered out from her hood and laughed, "Baby in a storm like this, I'm not sure even the deputies are trucking around much, let alone a tow." "Wouldn't hurt to try though right?" Chris grinned, this had to be the answer. There were only so many ways he could bring two people together, one being two people had to actually be in the same vicinity, and hopefully the tow would be the answer to his prayers. "Yeah I guess you're right, can't be bothering the deputies with a little sled problem no how. Them poor things are probably run ragged by now." She exhaled a burst of hot air, which was quickly swept into the gust of blasting snow. "Come on Miss J, let's get inside, it's too cold out here to be chatting," Chris extended a helping hand and hauled Jackie to her feet. They waded through over a foot of snowy drift and by the time they reached the diner door, they were both out of breath. Being in human form had its limits. The cold was proving that pretty clearly. Jackie unlocked the diner, heading behind the front counter in the dark, knowing every step by heart. Chris flicked on a few small lights to the front and the door to the kitchen. He turned when he heard a thump against the counter, watching Jackie flip through an ancient directory, trying to find someone to come to her rescue. Bright headlights shone through the front windows and Chris held up a hand to shield his eyes at the sudden onslaught of light. Jackie glanced up with a smile as the lights cut out, flipping the directory closed. A huge shadow made its way to the front door, standing just outside, trying to peer in. Chris looked at Jackie quickly before quickly before going to the door and unlocking it for the hulking figure. A man in tan coveralls and a brimmed checkered wool hat raised a hand in greetings as Chris opened the door. The man pulled his hat off and tucked it under his arm, revealing a head of short gray hair and giving Chris a better view of his gentle brown eyes. "Hi there, my name is Clarence Hubbard and I was wonderin if Miss Jackie might be around. Saw the light on and figured I better check on her before headin home." His thick country accent was welcoming and his manners weren't lacking. "Well hey Clarence," Jackie rounded next to Chris, motioning for the man to come inside, "Why aren't you home yet? Don't tell me you were pulling a round in a storm like this?" "No Ma'am. I was just coming back from visiting my daughter and her family. I saw your light on and thought I'd stop and see if you needed any help. Don't usually stay this late and I was a bit worried." He nodded and Jackie blushed. Oh yes! This was it, Chris could feel the pull between them. "Well that was awful kind of you Clarence. Actually we were just about to call a tow, my sled won't start up and we weren't about to walk home," She giggled and Chris felt like sighing. They were so incredibly polite and adorable. It was like watching an old black and white, where romance was still the star of the show. Not like these new films, blood, gore, and nothing but cheap sex. "Aw well then I'm glad I was compelled to stop. How about I give you two a ride on home?" The older man smiled kindly and it took everything for Chris not to hug him. This man had just answered his prayers and given him the greatest gift in the entire universe. "I would appreciate that, if it's not too much trouble of course..."Jackie glanced down shyly and Clarence beamed. "You are never a bother to me Miss Jackie," The huge man grinned like a little boy. "You are too kind Clarence Hubbard," She looked up and then turned to Chris. "Sug, would you go on back and grab another box of those cookies and heat up some coffee for Clarence. It's the least I can do." "I'm on it," Chris smiled and headed to the back. Twenty minutes later the three of them were snuggly seated in the cab of Clarence's truck. The chains wrapped around the tires gave them perfect traction as they slowly made their way through the storm. Chris opened the box of cookies and held it out to Clarence, "You have to try these, my own recipe." "Well thank you Chris," Clarence slipped a large hand into the box and came away with a red velvet cookie, stuffing it into his mouth. The large man made a satisfying groan, nodding at Chris in agreement. "Well hell, give me one then too," Jackie snagged a cookie from Chris and bit into it delicately, a smile lighting up her eyes. "These are the best damn cookies I've ever had," Clarence declared and covered his mouth with a frown, "Sorry about the language Miss Jackie, just slipped out." "Don't be silly Clarence, we all swear..." She shook her head in amusement. "But never in front of a lady. My Momma taught me that and she was a smart cookie, no pun intended of course," He winked at Chris. Jackie giggled and Chris started to relax. This felt so right, the pull between them was so comfortable and perfect. He started to wish it was him instead of them. Some minutes later, they came to a barricade, with a police truck to one side. A deputy stepped in front of Clarence's truck, waving his hands above him to halt. Clarence slowed to a stop and rolled down his window with a frown. "Deputy Carrow, good evening," Clarence tipped the brim of his wool hat and the deputy nodded. "Sorry folks, emergency shut-down. Got a drift some eight feet high about a hundred yards down. Had to barricade the road on both sides," Carrow leaned into the heat of the cab, "Evenin' Ms. J. Hope you're keeping warm." "Well Bobby I am right now, but I don't know how I'm gonna get home," She sighed and clapped a hand to her thigh in modest irritation. The woman probably never got mad, she didn't seem the type. My Love is Your Love "The motel still has some vacancies if you head on over now, I'm sure you'll get a room. Let me phone over there and tell Mrs. Judge to hold you a spot." Bobby started to back up to go to his truck. "Oh don't worry about that Deputy. I'll take these two in for the night. It's just me and Sy at the house and we got plenty of room." Clarence smiled and turned to us for approval. I elbowed Jackie with a grin and she blushed, "Well if you're sure about this..." She hugged her arms to her chest. "Of course I am Miss Jackie. I wouldn't let you freeze in those blasted rooms at the motel. Ain't got proper heat and those blankets are too darn thin." He smiled. "Well then, alright. You stay warm out here Bobby, don't catch your death," Jackie waved. "I won't Miss Jackie. You folks be careful and have a good night," Deputy Carrow tipped the brim of his hat and waltzed back to his warm truck. Clarence rolled up the window and expertly turned the truck around, heading back into town, "Sy will sure be surprised. We don't get a lot of visitors, so the company will be nice." "Is Sy your dog?" Chris tried to include himself in the conversation, instead of buffering between the two. Both Jackie and Clarence chuckled, "No, he's my son, stuck around to help with the family business, since my daughter went and became a nurse." "Oh," Chris breathed, a funny tingle settling in his stomach. "About your age too, what are you eighteen, nineteen?" Clarence glanced over at him, before his eyes settled back on the road. "Yea, uh, eighteen," Chris nodded. Yeah right. Eighteen plus a couple thousand was more like it. "Hey, you'll get along just fine. He likes to bake too, but his real love is them electronics, always fiddling with something. Got enough computers to run one of those darn mega stores and all the fixings to go with it. Bright kid, Sy is. I almost feel guilty that he stuck around, when he should be using that brain of his at school, one of them fancy ones, like Harvard or Yale." Chris' mouth went dry. This was it, that name had his heart beating against his chest, his fingers clenching his thighs. "Non-sense Clarence, that boy loves to help you and you know it. He wouldn't do anything he didn't want to. I only dream that my daughter liked the restaurant business as much as I do, instead she likes being a stay at home newlywed," The three of them all laughed. "Well can't fault her there. Being a newlywed is the first part of the ride and it just gets better from there," Clarence had a far off look as he concentrated on the road. "Yeah..." Jackie looked out her own window. Chris gathered from the things he was receiving that both individuals had lost their spouses. He hoped to the Gods that they could learn to love again. In fact he was counting on it. Love was a slow process for some and for others it was magnetic, taking only a few hours or minutes to know where they belonged eternally. This case was a slow one, but the seed had been planted, and his work was taking affect. These two had been flirting and dancing around each other for over a year, he could see that, but they were both shy at heart and afraid of losing another loved one. In time they would finally break free from their pasts and connect in a well-deserved way that made Chris warm inside. True love really was the best thing about humanity. It was precious and special, almost indescribable in its rewards. By the time the truck turned down a barely visible two track drive, Chris was sure this was what the Gods wanted. This was the couple that he was meant to help. He was still nervous about this son of Clarence's and the feeling he got every time the guy's name was mentioned. The truck stopped in front of a house that looked like it had been a barn at one time. A porch peaked out of the top of a snow bank and someone had already been kind enough to clear off the walkway and the front steps, leaving the light on behind them. Chris and Jackie piled out of the truck, following Clarence up the steps, and through the unlocked front door. Jackie slung an arm around Chris's waist, holding on for security, because she was obviously nervous too. Chris disconnected from Jackie to follow Clarence's example and take off his wet boots and parka. Jackie did the same and when she was almost finished, footsteps sounded from the second floor, walking towards the stairs. "Pop?" A deep voice called out. "Yea it's me, come on down, we have guests." Clarence called up the stairs. Socked feet and jeans appeared, making their way down. Chris forgot how to breathe. The jeans encased thick muscled thighs, like those of a football player. A red cable knit sweater was revealed, snuggly covering a tight broad chest. Finally a head came into view and a face that was more beautiful than any God he'd ever seen. Sharp brown eyes zeroed in on Chris, thick brows raised and full pink lips parted in surprise. A mop of dark hair capped off the guy's head and Chris wanted nothing more than to run his hands through it. "Well hi there Miss Jackie," Sy wiped his hand on his jeans for some reason, before extending it to Jackie. "Hey there honey," She ignored the hand and swooped Sy up in a hug, making the teen chuckle and return the embrace warmly. "My you have grown. Gonna be a big guy like your daddy," She patted him on the stomach and Sy blushed, glancing up at Chris and clearing his throat. "Oh heavens, Chris, I almost forgot, where are my manners?" Jackie smiled back at Chris. "Sug, this is Sy Hubbard, Clarence's son," Jackie introduced and Chris stepped forward and stuck out a shaking hand. "Nice to meet you Chris," Sy slid his fingers into Chris's open hand, a spark crackled between them. Chris tried his best to seem unfazed, but inside he was dancing, this was his man, his true love. "Same here," Chris managed looking into Sy's shocked face. The guy obviously felt the spark between them and pulled his hand back politely, but looked suspicious. "You boys had dinner yet?" Jackie looked between Clarence and Sy, making the moment a hell of lot less awkward, seeing as how Chris and Sy were just staring at each other. "Uh, no Ma'am, I was gonna wait until Pop got home. Didn't want it to get cold," Sy smiled. "Well how about I whip something up for everyone then?" Jackie started walking in the direction of the kitchen, waving off Clarence and Sy's protests. "Chris honey, come on in here and help me out." Chris ducked into the kitchen, avoiding Sy's gaze, to help Jackie make something to eat. Sy seemed oblivious to Chris' nerves and followed him into the kitchen. He sat at the island and watched the duo start to prepare dinner. "I can help Miss Jackie, honest..." Sy pouted, his boyish expression endearing. "No way, you boys helped us out tonight, the least we can do is cook. Besides, if you sweet talk Chris, maybe he'll make you dessert," Jackie winked at Chris, who turned his beet red face to the sink. Make him dessert? Are you serious woman? "I do have quite the sweet tooth," Sy's voice was deep and caused Chris to shiver. Oh yea. "I bet you do," Chris returned, his eyes lustful over his shoulder. Sy's gaze bore into him and Chris wanted to slide everything off the island and have Sy take him on the wooden slab. Completely primal and uninhibited, two people showing each other love without a care in the world. Alas, it would have to wait. He had to get the Jackie Clarence show on the road first. "You like chocolate cake?" Chris asked, while washing some vegetables. "Who doesn't?" Sy chuckled, ignoring Jackie's protests and chopping up some onions. "I'll take that as a yes then," Chris bit his lip and brought the other veggies to the island. ~~~Finn~~~ Finn almost spit Chai out of his nose while Remy told him of his childhood shenanigans. They had been talking for what seemed like hours and were snuggled up on the couch, a fire blazing before them. George was nestled between them, enjoying all the attention he was receiving. Finn hadn't felt this comfortable in a long time and he smiled leaning back into the sofa. "So now that we've both covered embarrassing childhood stories and our awkward teenage years, how about work, what did you do in Chicago?" Remy grinned, taking a sip from the hideous heart mug. Finn shook his head and grinned. "I was a florist believe it or not. I've always had a knack for growing things and flowers became a career for me. There's just something relaxing about arranging them and picking out the colors, I loved it," Finn shrugged, hoping it didn't sound stupid to the man in front of him. "You don't love it now?" Remy set down his mug and leaned into the couch, propping his head against the back. "No...I mean I still do, but it's not like there's a huge flower calling around here," Finn shrugged. He hadn't wanted to give up his job in Chicago, but sticking around wasn't an option, and if giving up flowers meant getting the heck out of dodge, then it was a sacrifice he was willing to make. "How do you know that? Just because we don't have a florist, doesn't mean Bermont doesn't need one," Remy smiled and Finn wanted to sigh. The man always had the perfect comeback, the right words to make Finn feel better. "For now I think I'll just look around for something to keep me afloat, live on my savings, and get the cottage in shape before I start to dream about small business opportunities." Finn wiggled his feet under the dog, receiving a one eyed glare from the ball of fur, "What about you? This house is amazing and I don't mean to pry, but how do you afford this? Even a sheriff can't make that much." Finn changed the subject, not wanting to keep digging a hole in his career depression. "Don't want to talk about it huh?" Remy smirked, "That's okay. Well this house was my Aunt's. When she retired to Florida, she sold it to me. The house was falling apart at the time and my Aunt Sharon just wanted to get rid of it. I had always loved this place, so I bought it from her outright. I've spent the past six years fixing it up. What do you think?" "I think you know what I think," Finn looked around with a smile, a twinge of jealousy and loneliness riding his back. "It's a beautiful house..." Finn looked into the fire, avoiding looking at Remy. He wasn't sure what he would see there, pity maybe? "Hey..." Remy leaned over, causing George to hop off the couch, and rubbed his shoulder, "You know I was thinking..." Finn turned, looking into Remy's eyes, "I was thinking you should stay here until you get your place set up. It could take a while to make the cottage livable. I wouldn't charge you anything and you can even pick your room..." Finn shook his head, "I can't do that Remy. That's too much, thank you though." Live with him? He wanted Finn to live with him? His heart was jumping in joy, but his mind stopped dead in its tracks. It wasn't logical, he just met this guy today, and here he is asking to live with him? No way, that was not happening. "I insist. No I demand it," Remy chuckled, scooting closer to Finn, letting their knees touch, and his arm wrap around the back of the couch behind Finn. Finn raised a brow, "You demand it? Are you serious?" Remy laughed again, pulling his body up using his arm behind the couch, and straddled Finn. This was happening, oh God, this was really happening. Finn's heart raced as the bigger man covered his body, Remy's ass touching his knees. Finn swallowed. His eyes went wide. "Yeah, I demand it," Remy brought his lips to Finn's neck, a large hand cupping the back of his head. Remy's lips brushed along Finn's skin, gently nipping, with a sneak of tongue. Finn's head fell back, exposing more of his skin to Remy, "Remy..." He breathed, locking his fingers behind the Sheriff's neck. "Is that a yes?" Remy licked a slow line up Finn's jaw, laying a kiss on his temple, before tugging at Finn's shirt. Finn moaned and sat up, letting Remy pull off his shirt. He was so lonely, Remy was so perfect; how could he say no? Remy licked his lips, running his hands down Finn's chest. Finn wanted to see that large chest for himself. He wanted to feel it pressed against him. He pulled at the Sherriff's shirt, causing Remy to chuckle and cross his arms, pulling the shirt over his head, and throwing it somewhere to the side. Remy was muscled, well defined in every sense, dark hair covered his body, and Finn immediately ran his hands over it. The bigger man closed his eyes, letting Finn explore. Letting go completely, Finn put all his worries aside, and let himself just feel. He wrapped his arms around Remy's chest and brought his mouth to a tanned nipple. "Ah yea," Remy tightened his grip in Finn's hair, pressing the smaller man closer. Finn bit gently down on the nipple in his mouth. "Harder baby..." Remy groaned. Finn bit down harder, pulling the nipple with his teeth, and letting his hand wander down Remy's chest. The bigger man caught the fleeing hand by the wrist, causing Finn to look up, only to see hungry green eyes staring back. Grabbing Finn's other hand; Remy lifted his ass off of Finn's knees, and pulled him across the room. George ran out of the room as if he knew what was about to happen, and Remy laughed, bringing Finn to stand in front of the fireplace. Finn felt the soft rug under his feet, the warmth of the fire against his bare skin. Remy leaned down and brought their lips together, slowly he meshed their mouths against one another in a kiss that even the fire had no comparison for. Finn whimpered, bringing his hands around Remy's neck, molding their chests together, as they finally let out all of their pent up passion. Remy ate away at Finn's mouth, while he lowered them both to the ground. Finn moaned as Remy laid him out on the rug, those large paws running over his sides, and down his sweat pants. Large thighs straddled Finn's smaller legs, bringing their erections together, rubbing and grinding into a rolling dance. "Remy...oh...please," Finn begged, feeling the bigger man's cock on him. Remy continued kissing him, letting his mouth eventually slide down, peppering Finn's neck and chest with tiny kisses, and tweaking his nipples between large fingers. Finn was already close, one touch to his cock and he could explode. The route in which Remy was taking was slow, but heading exactly where Finn needed him to go. Remy sneaked a peek at Finn from under his lashes once finally reaching the waist band of his sweatpants. The Sheriff laid a kiss on his waist before pulling the sweats down his legs. Finn sucked in a breath, his cock completely exposed along with his entire body. He was naked and vulnerable to Remy, the thought exciting him. Finn tried to reach for Remy, wanting more contact with his body, but the man above him shook his head with a smile, "This is for you. It's my turn to make you smile." With those words the man bent down and took Finn's cock into his mouth. "Oh God!" Finn arched off the floor, his hand snaking through Remy's messy locks. The brunette buried his nose against Finn's smooth skin, the entire length down his throat. Remy pulled up, letting a few inches slide out of his mouth, sucking hard, letting all but the head escape his wet heat. Finn let go of Remy, propping himself up to watch his cock disappear into the man's mouth again. He was only about six inches and not very thick, but Remy could take him all and watching it was amazing. Joel would rarely suck him off, so this was a treat. Fuck it, why was he thinking about Joel, when this man who actually cared was worshipping his body? Remy bobbed up and down, gliding his tongue under Finn's shaft, cupping his balls with warm calloused fingers. Finn fell back against the floor, no longer able to support his upper body, and moaned gripping Remy's hair in a vice. "Close Remy...ah God close..." Finn gasped and Remy slid off him, working him with one hand. Remy reached up and kissed him softly. "I'm so hard, if I watch you cum, I'll lose it." Remy breathed against his mouth. Finn nodded, understanding completely, "Then we come together." Remy kissed him, "You want me to..." He groaned as Finn thrust against him. "Please..." Finn begged. He wasn't above it; he needed this, needed Remy. "Okay, hold on baby, I'll be right back," Remy was gone in a flash, leaving Finn panting on the floor. Finn palmed his erection, squeezing it and sliding his hand up and down. The Sherriff appeared, ripping the condom packet open with his teeth and a bottle of lube in hand. He took one look at Finn stroking himself and dropped to his knees. Finn laughed at the look on Remy's face, a smile that seemed to break all his nervous barriers. His laughter ceased as the big man slowly shrugged out of his pants, revealing a cock the size of Finn's forearm. Dark hair surrounded the thick member and Finn wanted to run his fingers through it. Remy rolled the condom on, before crawling back to Finn, the sounds of their breathing competing with the loud crackle of the fire. Finn slid his hands through all the dark fur he could reach, splaying his fingers and tugging on it occasionally. "You keep doing that and this will be over before we even start," Remy chuckled into his neck, the bigger man's knees spreading Finn's thighs wider. "Lift up for me baby," Remy purred, slipping large hands under his knees. Finn obliged pulling his knees to his chest. Remy scooted back, parting Finn's cheeks with both hands, "Fuck, you're so smooth, and sexy..." The big man cast lust filled eyes at Finn. A finger slipped into Remy's mouth, wetting it to prepare Finn. Finn closed his eyes, writhing in torture as that wet finger slowly encircled his tight hole. Remy grinned, covering Finn's body to steal another kiss as he slipped the tip of his thick finger inside. "I...uh...uh," Finn tried to find the words to express his feelings, as Remy thrust the lone finger in and out of him, attacking his mouth at the same time. Another finger was added and Finn moaned into Remy's mouth, grinding his dick against Remy with need. After the third finger, Finn was out of his mind, "In me...oh God, please..." Remy's fingers pulled out, his slick tongue licking the surface of Finn's lips, "You want this baby?" Remy rubbed his shaft against Finn, gripping both their cocks together, sliding them in and out of his fingers. "Yes, oh fuck..." Finn arched, almost screaming in need. Remy's palm moved flat under Finn's cock, running down over his balls, to the crack of his ass, slicking the skin there with the smaller man's fluids. "Please!" Finn writhed. He was going to cum with this kind of torture. He had never been this turned on before. No one had ever lit his fire, like Remy was doing now. The click of the lube bottle had Finn running his hands over his chest, trying to keep away from his erection. He shivered as Remy applied the cold fluid to his entrance, rubbing the excess on the thick cock that would fill him. "You are so beautiful," Remy whispered, lining his cock up with Finn's entrance. The Sheriff's dark messy locks hung into his face, his eyes so sincere, he was the beautiful one. Finn's mouth parted, his head tilted back, when Remy covered his body, holding his knees against his chest. His lover pushed slowly into him until the head popped inside. Remy felt amazing, starting to fill Finn in all the right ways, "More." He gasped, looking the big man in the eyes. "You sure? I don't want to hurt you," Remy searched his eyes, a thumb rubbing circles against his knee. "Yes...oh yes more," Finn attempted to push back against the thick cock barely penetrating him. Remy pushed in, a few more inches, watching Finn for any signs of pain. It was too slow, agonizingly so, and Finn couldn't wait anymore. He had waited so long for someone to look at him like this, to want him so badly. He needed Remy in a way that was indescribable. My Love is Your Love "Fuck me!" Finn screamed, reaching down and pulling Remy's hips closer. The result was satisfying, his entrance filled with his lover's cock. Remy's fur tickled his smooth skin and he twisted in the stronger man's embrace. "Come here," Remy grit, lifting Finn under the shoulders, so that he was straddling Remy's lap on his knees, the man's length still inside of him. His own shaft was now snuggly sandwiched between their bodies, creating a luscious friction as Remy pulled Finn's hips up, then down. The new position hit the spot, making Finn moan in pleasure. They started a rhythm between them, their mouths magnetized in a searing kiss. Finn locked his arms around his lover's neck, seeking the tongue that was his owns twin, and lifting his ass, feeling that thick cock slide against his inner walls. ~~~Remy~~~ His city boy was wild with passion, dancing on top of his cock like it was the last time he would ever do so. Not if I have a say in it, Remy thought. Their foreheads were pressed together, Finn a little higher than him, and their eyes were glued to each other. He was in love, not lust. This man was it for him and it wasn't just the sex connecting them in this moment, it was something else; something that connected their very souls to each other. Remy was so tired of going it alone, never having anyone to share his life with. He wanted Finn to be that someone and he would bet all his material possessions that Finn felt the same. He felt tears come to his eyes at the very thought and pushed Finn onto his back, earning a loud moan from the smaller moan. Remy grabbed Finn's hips, the flesh fitting into his large hands like the missing pieces to his puzzle. He slammed home, causing Finn to scream his name, and damn, if it didn't sound good. Remy pistoned into Finn with all the strength he had, pouring his raw need into the other man. At some point in his frenzied rhythm, he grabbed Finn under the shoulders, slamming the smaller body into his, creating the most delicious slapping sound you had ever heard. Finn started shaking, tightening those muscles around Remy's cock, "Jesus!" He cried out, Finn's channel like a death grip on his member. His boy was gonna cum at any moment, and he wanted it to be good. Remy slowed his rhythm, sliding back and forth over the spot that made Finn gasp for air, then pushing in as deep as he would go. He tightened his grip on Finn with one hand, using his other to grasp the glistening cock that twitched in front of him. "Remy!" Finn bucked and screamed. His pace was excruciating, still moving inside his boy, while at the same time, milking the cum that shot from the cock in his hand. Remy pulled Finn's pulsing erection to himself, letting the ribbons hit him in the chest, marking him as Finn's. The smaller man's eyes were squeezed shut, his body spent and shaking. Remy's own release came seconds later, filling the condom that was still inside Finn. He braced his hands on either side of Finn's head, holding his full weight off the smaller man underneath. He dropped his forehead to meet Finn's, pausing to take some deep breath and regain his senses. His city boy stared back at him, deep brown eyes that sparkled with the reflection of the fire. Remy dropped his lips to the smaller man's, gently tracing the outline of them with his tongue before giving Finn a soft kiss. The guy was worked, he could barely move, but a smile was permeated on his face. "You okay?" Remy nuzzled Finn's neck, nibbling along smooth skin. Finn cleared his throat and snorted, "You could say that." Remy lifted up to look him in the eye, confusion meddling in his thoughts. Finn laughed and pulled Remy's head to him for another kiss, this one not so gentle. "Mmm," Finn pulled back and licked his lips. "I see you're just fine," Remy bit his lip, straddling Finn, and brushing his fingertips over the bare skin underneath his hands. "Better than fine," Finn's voice was husky. "Let me put out this fire and then we're going upstairs," Remy sucked Finn's earlobe into his mouth, running his teeth over the cartilage lightly. Finn laughed and grabbed Remy's ass, pressing them together, so the little sneak could grind underneath him. Remy pulled away, stilling Finn's hands from grabbing his chest with a laugh, "Hold on there tiger. Get your ass upstairs, while I do this." The smaller man got to his knees, while Remy removed the grate to the open fire. Finn pressed himself to Remy's back, a tongue suddenly licking along the line of his shoulder. "I said get your ass upstairs, and don't make me tell you again city boy," Remy growled over his shoulder, a grin apparent. "Or what?" Finn replied coyly. Remy raised a brow, "Fuck it." He replaced the grate over the fireplace and stood, looking down at Finn on his knees. The Sheriff hauled Finn to his feet and bent down, throwing the smaller man's waist over his shoulder and rising up again. "What the fuck?" Finn laughed then moaned when Remy smacked his tight little ass. "I said upstairs, and you wanted to know 'or what'? This is 'or what'," He slapped Finn's other cheek, heading for the stairs. "Oh yeah?" Finn giggled and smacked Remy on the ass in return. He had to grab the banister to keep from falling over. Both of them were in tears from laughing so hard by the time they reached the bedroom. Remy tossed Finn on the king sized bed, observing him in his open legged, sprawled out state. God, he was gorgeous, and that smile...mmmm. He couldn't take being so near the guy and not touching him, so he slammed the door shut and got a running start to the bed. He pounced on Finn, causing the smaller man to laugh until he couldn't breathe. ~~~Chris~~~ Chris put the last dish on the drying board, tension wracking his human form, and a heavy heart encased in his chest. Dinner had started out without a hitch, the four of them enjoying each other's company, and more importantly the soul food Jackie had whipped up. The conversation had turned to something of a touchy nature, when Clarence commented that his late wife Sarah had made chili on cold winter nights too. That had done it, the hole that seemingly sank the ship. Both Clarence and Sy retreated into their own heads after that, leaving Chris and Jackie to change the awkward topic. Jackie was a strong personality, putting off her own saddened memories on the subject, and jumping into Sy's life with gusto. The guy's face had sparkled back to life, revealing his knowledge of the technological world, and his plans to put his father's whole food supply business online in the spring. Chris wanted to share in the excitement, but he paused, thinking better of it. He didn't want to get too close to Sy, only to lose him if Jackie and Clarence continued to dance around each other without a happy ending. Both of them were stubborn, old school, and after all these lonely years, still in mourning. Even though he and his mother weren't all that close as of late, he wished more than anything for her guidance on the matter, or any advice from anyone at this point. He'd laced all the food with his concoction, making sure that everyone at the table got their share of love unbridled, but it seemed to have no effect. Sure they were still smiling and talking, but not like earlier, and it only seemed to be getting quieter from here. Chris felt a presence behind him. He threw the towel in the sink, and turned, bracing his backside and hands along the counter. "Hiding out?" Sy grinned, his arms folded over his chest. "Nope, just cleaning up and then probably going to bed," Chris faked a smile. Why did he have to be so intense? This was just going to make losing him that much harder. Chris brushed past Sy, grabbed the opened bread, and went to place it in the bread box. "Hey look man, I don't understand what I did to you," Sy kept his voice even, irritation laced in his words. Chris faced him, the cook's eyes were tired, and his body was exhausted. "You didn't do anything Sy. It's been a long day and I'm sorry if I'm not chipper, just tired is all," Chris shrugged. Just avoid him, don't say anything else. "You know what I think?" Sy took a step forward. "I think you're lying." "Sy, just let it go alright? I'm gonna go get ready for bed, I'll see ya later," Chris ran a hand through his curly hair, turning on his heel, and walking into the living room to retrieve his pack. Clarence and Jackie were sitting stiffly on opposite sides of the worn in couch. Both transfixed on an infomercial for Love Connect, the latest in online dating. Chris wanted to slap both of them silly, they were so damn close, and he could feel it. He bent down behind the couch and grabbed his backpack from under the table there. He slowly eyed the two of them, neither acknowledged his presence, and both looked to still be breathing, well sort of. The remote screamed at him from the table and he smiled. He might be in human form, but he still possessed powers far beyond anything resembling human. Chris skimmed but a finger across the channel button, the tip glowing under his power, causing the old television screen to fizz in and out of focus. Suddenly a crisp and clear picture returned, a black and white scene taking place. Chris smirked, sidling his bag on his shoulder, and Jackie let out a sigh. "I love Casablanca," Her eyes went wistful and Clarence spared her a longing glance. "Me too, one of the oldies, but goodies," He smiled. They locked eyes and Jackie ducked with a blush. Clarence scooted over the middle cushion, a bear like arm stretched on the back of the sofa. This was Chris' cue to leave. He looked up taking a step back towards the hall, only to see a wide eyed, completely freaked Sy. Chris sharply cut his eyes at the oblivious couple, and then took a deep breath, striding quickly and quietly over to Sy. The teen was in shock, no doubt having seen what Chris had just done. The cook grabbed Sy by the arm and pulled him towards the stairs. Sy was too much in shock to utter a word, following Chris obediently. He stumbled under the guidance of Chris' strong grip and let out a shaky breath, when the curly blonde pushed him into the last bedroom on the second floor. Chris let Sy go, the severing of their connected skin, immediately made him miss the teen dearly. Sy slumped onto his bed. He put his head in his hands, his breathing becoming rapid. "Hey," Chris breathed, guilt straining his thoughts. "Sy?" He whispered, shutting the door softly, and coming to kneel before the freaked out brunette. Sy lifted his head from his hands, tears of fear running over his cheeks, "What...wha...what are you?" The cook was overcome with grief, his fingers itching with the need to touch his other half and he did. He brought his thumbs under those sharp dark eyes, wiping away the moisture, making Sy shiver at the touch. Sy sniffled, wrapping a hand around Chris' wrist in wonder, the immediate spark as their skin touched was completely electric. Chris pushed a hand through Sy's hair, his other hand being held captive in the teen's grasp. "How did you do that?" Sy murmured, "You were glowing..." He leaned into Chris' touch, the whole situation mind boggling to them both. "Show me," Sy continued. "I wanna see it." Chris inhaled, and then nodded. He gently tugged his hand from Sy's and placed himself a few feet away from the bed. "Please don't be scared. I would never hurt you," Chris was terrified. This moment was everything to him. His heart, his life, his body were all about to be put on display. Everything that he had to hide from the mortals would be revealed within the blink of an eye, and it could mean Sy pushing him away forever. "Are you ready?" Chris swallowed. His throat was dry and his heart was pounding. Sy stared at him, eyes wide, but nodded. Chris unclenched his hands, relaxed his back, and closed his eyes. A warm tingle emanated in his body, flowing outwards onto his skin, a sigh erupted from his lips. He heard Sy gasp and Chris opened his eyes. Sy was on his feet, words escaping him. Oh so slowly, he made a circle around Chris' new form, a mixture of awe and utter shock weaving through his features. "Say something," Chris pleaded, feeling ready to cry. His small wings fluttered as a hand stroked the right side, gently running over the bottom feathers. Pleasure and want filled him, his wings being very sensitive to the touch. Sy had yet to say anything, or to look him in the eye at all. Chris held fast and stayed glued to the spot. The teen placed both palms flat against Chris' shimmering bare chest. Dark eyes looked into his blue ones. "Am I dreaming? Are you real?" Sy finally broke his silence, his tongue wet his lips. "You're not dreaming. I'm real," Chris circled the thick wrists on his chest with his hands, putting them on his hips. "What are you really thinking?" The large hands on his hips tightened, the pinkies straying under the red sash that topped off his white loincloth. Sy stepped into him, forcing Chris to put his hands around Sy's shoulders, desperate for more contact. "I think you are a fantasy, something too amazing to be real," Sy said in a daze. "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen. Not that I've been out of this town much, but I'm pretty damn sure you're up there." Chris couldn't help but laugh, his fingers slithered through Sy's hair, "Do you know who I am though?" Sy looked him up and down, a grin split on his lips, "I think I have an idea. Wanna see something crazier?" Chris raised a brow and almost came on the spot, when Sy stepped out of Chris' embrace, and pulled his shirt off. "Um, Sy...We shouldn't be..." Chris gulped at the sculpted flesh in front of him. Sy's abs had abs, a soft nest of dark curls dusted between his pectorals, and ran a thin line down into his jeans. Sy beamed, catching Chris' heated stare, and turned around, "Look, left shoulder." Chris stepped forward. Now it was his turned to be surprised, his fingers touched the intricate tattoo that Sy presented. Chris smiled, tears in eyes, when he realized what his mother had been trying to tell him. It wasn't Jackie and Clarence that he was supposed to help. He was supposed to help himself. Tears ran down his face and he pressed a kiss to the colorful Victorian depiction of Cupid. Detailed wings, a cherubic face, and red blooming roses sat on top of a line of black curly script. His finger traced the words and a choked laugh escaped him, my love is your love. "My mom used to say it all the time. After she passed I got that. Crazy huh?" Sy chuckled nervously. Chris walked around to face him. His wings beat a few times, tickling the backs of his arms. "Not crazy, just meant to be," Chris sniffled and pulled Sy to him. Their lips connected and the room burst into a glow of white. ~~~Exactly One Year Later~~~ Finn turned in a slow circle, admiring the living room in its newly repaired state. He smiled looking at the refurbished rocking chair in the corner. The chair had been his Gran's and her memory would be preserved now, for all to enjoy. She would love this, the cheery yellow walls, the new brick fireplace, and the new sky light. It felt like a home again, somewhere to come at the end of the day and put your feet up. Finn straightened the gift basket on the coffee table, admiring his handiwork. Red roses with silver curling branches were placed in a vase next to the basket. He sighed, grabbing his parka and slipped it on, making sure his keys and cell phone were on him before he left. He took one last look at the cottage, before opening the door and heading out into the light breeze. A sleek black Range Rover was parked next to Finn's red Jeep 4x4. A strawberry blonde woman got out of the drivers seat. A stunning white wool coat covered her body and matching pristine white leather gloves covered her hands. She smiled at Finn, who lifted a hand in greetings, and walked to meet her. "Hello, can I help you?" Finn asked, looking into her ocean blue eyes. The woman grinned. "Viola Jones, we talked on the phone," she offered a hand. Finn shook the hand offered and chuckled, a calm settling over his nerves. "Ah yes, the realtor. Forgive me, it's been a long day," He laughed. "I'm sure it has. Are you all packed up then?" Viola gestured to the brand new Jeep. "Yea, I am," Finn nodded, still saddened by leaving behind his new project child. The cottage had taken up all his weekends and spare evenings for the past few months, and it was hard to let go. "On to better things right?" "Most definitely," Viola stepped forward and looked Finn dead in the eye. "Don't be sad darling. I am positive the new owners will cherish this place as much as you have. Besides, great things are ahead, you have many blessings to look forward to." Finn bit his lip, then grinned, "You're right. Let's get this over with shall we?" Finn fished the keys out of his pocket, handing them over to Viola. Viola laid the key ring on the hood of her car and pulled a few papers from inside of her jacket, along with a pen, "Just two signatures and everything will be finalized." He bent over the hood, smoothing out the documents, signing away his Gran's cottage to the new owners. The snow made his boots squeak as he twisted his toes into the ground out of nervousness. Once it was done, a strange serenity washed over him, freedom from his past on the horizon. "All done," He clicked the pen and handed it to Viola, along with the documents. "I wish you the very best Finn," She shook his hand one more time, before stepping back and giving him a wink. "And to you Viola. Thanks for all your help, even if it was last minute," He nodded and gave her a quick wave. She waved back and Finn got into his Jeep. He put in into reverse and backed around, to face the long wooded drive. A tear fell from his eye as he drove away from the last thing that connected him to his old life. ~~~~~~ Jackie's was packed to the walls with patrons. This year the ceiling had been strung up with pink, red, and white streamers. Victorian Valentine's with hearts and cupids were spaced out on glittering strings, twisting under the air flow above the diners. A line wound around the front, all waiting to have a go at the long glass case full of fresh baked treats. It took four high school girls to man the counter, bustling out pink boxes like they were going out of style. Remy sat back in his regular booth, sipping some fancy new fluff coffee that Jackie insisted he test out. Apparently it was all the rage in the city, but he was just a black with sugar kind of guy, or Chai of course. He had to admit, he did sort of like the foam stuff on top, other than that though, the stuff was just too fancy. Remy crossed his leg over his knee, watching the door and all the people milling in and out. The bell kept chiming, the small noise keeping Remy on the lookout, tense and about out of his mind in anticipation. He glanced over at the people in the two tables in front of him. He smiled and nodded to them. Two women squealed and wiggled their brows at him. Remy rolled his eyes, chuckling, and set down his city coffee. He knew he looked very out of place in his tux, but everyone knew what today was and what was going to happen. Jackie burst out of the kitchen, looking over at him, and throwing her hands up in the air. She was wearing a red dress with a sparkly black cardigan, her hair twisted up into an unusually neat bun. "Well? You heard anything yet?" She put her hands on her hips, her face a mixture of stress and high energy. "No. Should be any minute now though," Remy started to shake his foot. He was slowly starting to become a mess, jitters getting the best of him. "Okay alright, you look about ready to combust. I'll stop hassling you, but I wanna know the minute that boy gets here, you all hear me," Jackie pointed her finger around at the two tables nearest Remy, and received a bunch of laughs and 'yes ma'ams'. My Love is Your Love "Good. I'll go update the boys, they're dyin back there," Jackie smiled, a youthful glow to her skin. She jumped, then giggled as Clarence snaked his big arms around her waist. "She botherin' you again? Sweetheart I done told you a hundred times to leave this boy alone," He kissed the top of her head. "I'm just excited is all," She turned in his arms and gave him a kiss on the lips. "Come on, let's feed the masses." She laughed, and dragged a grinning Clarence behind her. The bell chimed and time stood still. Finn appeared in the doorway, a vase of vivid white roses in his hands. He smiled and handed it to the hostess, who beamed and set them on top of the display. Finn shrugged out of his coat and Remy felt like he would have a panic attack. He rose from his seat, smoothing out his tuxedo jacket, waiting for the love of his life to notice. Finn turned his brown eyes in Remy's direction, completely surprised. He wandered over, taking his time, a blazing smile on his lips. "What in the world is this?" Finn laughed, his eyes dazzling. He looked to the other tables, "And what are you guys doing here? Oh my god, hey Susan," Finn hugged Remy's oldest sister tightly. "Hey sweetie," She kissed him on the cheek, but turned him back to Remy, who shook his hands out. "Okay, what is going on? Why are you wearing a tux? I mean not that you don't look amazing, but...I don't get it," Finn looked around, finally noticing all the people in the diner going quiet and staring. Jackie, Clarence and the boys were off to the side, smiling like idiots. Everyone knew, everyone but Finn that is. Remy took a deep breath and got down on one knee. Finn gasped and covered his mouth in shock, Remy capturing his other hand. "One year ago, I was all ready to give up on finding that special someone to spend my life with. As luck would have it though, I wasn't meant to be alone, and fate sent you to me. From the minute I saw you sitting in that booth," Remy glanced over at the booth to his side, "I knew you were it for me. You were the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on and the more time I spent with you, the more I discovered how beautiful your heart was too. Every day since then has been nothing but pleasure being at your side, and I wouldn't know the first thing about being without you now. I trust you, I respect you, and I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me Finn Caldwell?" Remy pulled the red velvet box out of his jacket pocket, snapping it open for Finn to see. Finn was in tears, looking from Remy to the thin platinum band nestled inside the velvet box, "Yes." He cried and the entire diner erupted in cheers. Remy slipped the ring onto his boy's finger and swept him off the ground in a bone crushing hug. "I love you so much," He choked up against Finn's neck. Finn slipped back to the floor, pulling Remy's lips to his, earning another round of cheers and cat calls from the diners, "I love you too. Happy Valentines Day," He stepped back and grinned. Remy pulled him close, settling his forehead against Finn's, "Coming around to the hallmark holiday huh?" "I think I could get used to this," Finn softly kissed Remy. "Well I just put a ring on it, so you're gonna have to," Remy laughed and kissed Finn harder, much to the delight of the crowd. ~~~~~~ Chris parked the truck in front of the cottage. He pulled the keys from the ignition and turned to Sy in the passenger seat. They stared at each other for a minute, before racing to unbuckle their seatbelts and get to the front door first. Sy won, slamming the front door open, and almost getting tackled by Chris. The bigger teen laughed, pulling his partner close, snuggling him against his chest. "Welcome home," Sy kicked the door shut, rubbing his hands up and down Chris' chest. "You can't wait five seconds to see the bedroom?" Chris playfully whined, squirming out of the bigger man's reach, and running with a giggle to bedroom. "Oh you're on lover boy. I'm gonna find you and make your wings curl," Sy taunted with a grin, hopping on one foot as he undid his boot and then kicked off the other. He spotted the basket and roses on the table. Sy stepped closer, inspecting the goodies arranged neatly on display. Finn had definitely been here today, he laughed as he grabbed the cinnamon flavored lube and a bottle of champagne. Hell yea. He walked to the back of the cottage, nudging the partially opened door wide, and he almost dropped the glass bottle in his hand. Chris was completely naked, shimmering in the dimming light, his body glowing with power, and his wings flapping madly. His Cupid kneeled on the large bed, waiting for Sy to approach. A moan escaped the curly blonde's lips as he stroked himself, his blue eyes transfixed on Sy. "Baby, please..." Cupid bit his lip and tossed his curls back, his neck exposed to Sy. "Hot damn, you are fucking sexy." Sy ripped his shirt off, his pants whisked away, and his briefs went somewhere, but he didn't really care. His own body responded to his partners, the glowing starting already. Sy grabbed the lube from the floor where he dropped it and crawled onto the bed. "Tell me how want it," Sy bit the back of Chris's neck teasingly, his ripped chest rubbing against soft silky wings. "Like this, oh..." Cupid was so turned on and glowing like a bonfire, he fell to his hands and knees, his ass in the air for Sy. Sy understood Cupid's need; they fed off their love for each other, always hot and raring to go. He didn't hesitate, spreading Cupid's cheeks apart, his wet tongue circling the little rosebud before him. "Sy..." Cupid moaned, pushing back against his lover's tongue. He was so horny and wanted nothing more than to have Sy buried deep within him. Sy replaced his tongue with two fingers, knowing his baby liked it rough. He shoved them deep inside, listening to Chris moan. Sy moved up the winged man's body, nipping at the base of his wings, causing them to flutter rapidly. Chris was more than ready. "Gonna fuck you good baby," Sy promised, pulling his partner's back to his chest. "Ah yea, give it to me," Cupid grabbed his own cock. Sy batted his boy's hand away, squeezing a few drops of the cinnamon flavored lube on Chris. He could already feel it heating up in his hand as he stroked Chris a few times. He was going to have to thank Finn later for the house warming gift...no pun intended. Sy laughed and pushed Chris onto his hands and knees again. "What is that Sy? It's so warm, it feels like....dear Gods...what..." Chris bucked as Sy spread the lube up and down his ass, making sure he swirled it thoroughly over Cupids tight hole. After his own cock was slick and tingling, he bent down and tasted the cinnamon flavored ass that he loved so much. "Oh fuck!" Cupid screamed. The heat from the liquid was now tingling. His cock was throbbing and Sy's tongue was pure ecstasy. "In me, please oh please Sy." Sy glanced up and gave Chris a good smack on the ass, before sheathing himself completely within his lover's hot channel. They both glowed bright, a sign of immortal pleasure, the love of the Gods. Sy pulled back and pushed back in, knowing Chris never would experience any unease or pain from their coupling, and he could be as rough as he wanted. Hell, Chris loved it rough, and truthfully so did Sy. "So good, yea fuck yourself on my cock," Sy glided a hand down the middle of Chris' back as his boy pounded back against his cock, moaning like a he was singing his own tune. Chris whined and whimpered, Sy got the hint, and grabbed his hips forcefully, "I got you baby," Sy covered Cupid's back with his chest and started to pound away. Chris was so damn gorgeous, especially in their bed, in their brand new home. This was his partner, his mate forever, his eternal love, and Sy could have never asked for anything more. He poured his love into every thrust, every squeeze, every bite and lick that he gave to Chris. His lover in turn was screaming his name, ripping into the sheets in his pleasure. It was the best Valentine's Day gift he had ever received. Sy reached underneath Chris and squeezed his hard shaft, sliding up and down, and feeling the warm lube tingle in his hand. "Come for me," Sy commanded and Chris let out one more long high-pitched scream, cum flooding Sy's hand. The screaming brought Sy over the edge, bottoming out inside his boy and filling his ass with his seed. The room burst into white light, blinding them both temporarily, before it faded into the dim natural lighting of the evening. They both collapsed onto their sides. Their breathing was harsh, but they clung to each other, still reeling from the intense release. "My love," Cupid turned and whispered to Sy. "Is your love," Sy bent down and kissed his mate. ~~~~~~ Their hands were clasped together as Remy rocked into Finn from above, a slow gentle thrusting as they looked into each other's eyes. Over the past year they had made love so many times, they had lost count, but this time was different. This was a sealing of their commitment to each other, an unspoken promise between them. Remy tried to control his breathing and his slow movements, the need to pick up the pace and lose control raging inside of him, but he didn't want this to end so quickly. Finn was lost in Remy's body, his fiancé sliding in and out him, stroking deliberately over his prostate, bringing him to closer to the edge. He moaned; the sound bouncing around his head. His body temperature rose, sweat beaded on his brow, and he pulled Remy closer. The angle of the thick cock inside of him changed, jabbing against his hotspot, making him scream. "REMY!" He let go of the bigger man's hands, grasping on his fiancés shoulders, as Remy started to lose control. Remy was consumed by Finn, he couldn't get enough of him, and his mind was trying to find a way to get closer, deeper, crawl under his boy's skin to feel more of him. His lips scorched over every possible inch of skin he could reach, licking and kissing, tasting his lover completely. Remy was close and he knew Finn was too. "I love you baby," He murmured, before he came, releasing himself deep within his lover. He pulled back to watch Finn fall off the edge, the man's face bunched in extreme pleasure, then released into pure bliss and awe as his cock drained between them. He was angelic, his dark eyes glazed with satisfaction and love. Finn's hands were relaxed above his head, the platinum ring glinting on his finger. A need to cry out of joy, made Remy bury his face in Finn's chest, tears slicking his cheeks. Fingers combed through his hair, comforting the big man. "I love you too," Finn murmured. "But you can't break down every time we have sex. You might just lose your he-man status down at the station. The boys would just have a field day with that..." Finn started to laugh and Remy raised his head and wiped his eyes. "You wouldn't dare..." He growled, a smile on his lips. "Oh I just might," Finn giggled and Remy attacked his mouth. Leaving Finn breathless, Remy sat up, straddling Finn's hips in all his glory. Finn bit his lip and ran his hands down his man's furry chest. "How about now?" Remy narrowed his eyes, rubbing Finn's release over his chest, slipping a finger into his mouth to taste him. "Maybe I'll hold off..." Finn swallowed. "Yeah maybe you will," Remy bent down, sharing the taste of Finn on his tongue. Their faces were inches apart from each other as Remy stroked the side of Finn's face, "Happy Valentine's Day baby." Finn laughed, a beaming smile on his face. He put his arms around his lover's neck, "Happy Valentine's Day my love." ~~~FIN~~~ My Love...My Cousin My love, my fantasy...but also my cousin! Fiona was just my kind of girl. Being roughly of the same age, we were obviously not only good neighbours but also good friends. I cannot recall the number of times I slept over at their home and she slept over at ours. And ever since we were very young I had a crush on her. We did the usual experimenting stuff that close friends do with each other. I mean we were naturally not shy around each other. We used to go swimming a lot together and it was only natural to us that we would change into our bathing suits there and then. Obviously we were still young and before puberty set in,but nevertheless my interest was already there. So what's the big deal I hear you say? Well,the problem was the fact that we were cousins! Her mum was my mum's sister, and that was a big issue. During our early teen years we were fascinated with each other, but innocently refraining from doing anything which we never thought of anyway. Meanwhile I had grown into a healthy big guy, while she blossomed into beautiful womanhood. She was a spectacular sight. Her chest had expanded to a large size, and with her length and lissome body, I was horny for her touch. I had taken a number of hair-dressing and body beauty courses and made my way in life quite comfortably running my own business. I lost count of the number of women who had come to my premises for a pussy trim and shaping after I had suggested that it was also our line of work. Sometimes the 'ladies', most commonly in their late forties wanted more than that. I guess they were being neglected by their husbands. I was only too happy to fill their needs. Later on I married, then separated, while she also married, to a mate of mine. Oh how I envied him. But I was happy for her since I knew he was a good guy. Unfortunately he was killed while on night watch duty at a bank robbery. Fortunately the life insurance policy covered all eventualities, and in effect left her quite wealthy. Not that she was flashy or anything. But at least she could live comfortably. What started to happen last year was beyond my wildest dreams and imagination. If I can remember correctly it was early June, just before the really hot tourist season began. We had started to go swimming together with friends at our nearby beach, and on a whim I decided to pick Fiona up a bit early. I was about an hour and a half early. Imagine my surprise when she opened the door and she greeted me wearing just a skimpy t-shirt and her lower body wrapped in a towel. 'Mark? Oh God, what time is it? It can't be six already can it?' she said. I assured her that it was only half past four and that I had decided to come over early for a chat and a cup of tea. I asked her why she wasn't wearing clothes. 'Oh, this...umm...well you see, since I have just bought this new bathing suit, I wanted to...uh...trim my bikini line....'she answered 'Oh great!' I grinned.'Do you ..uh...want some help with it? I'm quite good at shaving, I hardly get any nicks on my face anymore.' I laughed since she knew what kind of work I do. 'Well I can get the main bits out of the way easily, but since I don't have any depilating soap I have to use a razor and I'm a bit wary I might nick myself...but a lot of my friends do tell me that you're quite good.' She smiled at this last remark. 'If you want me to do it , I'll be totally professional and promise not to take too long.' , I told her, knowing there was no way I could keep that promise. 'I don't know...', she replied warily, 'I mean are you safe? Not to mention what would happen if things get out of hand. You know we're related.' She wasn't fooling me. I could see the smile in her eyes. 'Okay, I tell you what....you decide when enough is enough, and after all, it's only a job for me.' 'Alright let's give it a go.But I will tell you if I think it has gone too far.' So I went to my car and got the little body-hair trim set I always kept in the glove compartment. After all I'm only human, and one should never turn down opportunities because he isn't prepared. Closing the front door behind me, I told her that the best place for the shaving would be on the bed since it would give me access to her hair. Fiona hesitated a bit as she sat down but I assured her again that it was normal work for me. So she lay back on the bed, and removed her towel with great reluctance. In the meantime I had opened the little pouch on the dressing table, and as I turned to face her my breath caught in my throat. As she lay back on the bed with an innocent look on her face, hair fanned out behind her to dry, I thought that she could possibly be the most beautiful woman in the world, ever. She was not what you would call thin, but her curves were all in the right places, and right at the apex created by her long legs, was the little triangle I was supposed to work on. I could already feel the sweat on my brow. She noticed my nervous look and asked me whether I wanted to go on with it. Nothing was about to stop me from this job. I wet my hand with the moisturizing cream from the pouch and swept my hand along her pussy hair, massaging the oil in right through to her skin. At this touch, she let out a long low moan that had my dick springing to attention. 'You are so soft I cannot resist touching you...' I told her 'It's a good job we've got people to meet otherwise I won't let you out the door.' 'If you continue like that I would be afraid that I would let you lock me in....' she whispered back. I took her words as a hint that she was enjoying herself. I continued applying the lubricating softener to my hands and rubbing it in her mound. There was actually far more than was necessary, but I didn't let something like that bother me. I looked hungrily onto her wide open gash, and as soon as some oil made itself down into her slit I was quick to rub it in with my thumb. I looked up at her and with satisfaction noticed that her eyes were closed tightly. She started gyrating her hips ever so slightly while clenching the bed-covers in her fists. My hand was meanwhile still milking her for all its worth. Within a minute she gave a shudder, clamped her legs shut against my hand and let out a ragged scream as she came violently against my hand. I smiled to myself at the power of this mature woman. She slumped back on the bed, calm after this release. Finally I finished the rubbing in of the oil and applied shaving gel to her mound. I opened up a new pack of razor blades and started shaving. I used long bold strokes to ease the job..not that I was complaining about it. Pretty soon, I not only had removed her bikini line, but also had her bald. In my eyes there is nothing more beautiful than a woman's shaved pussy. I got up from my kneeling position with difficulty, due to my cock's confinement in my shorts. I wet a face-cloth from the cold water faucet in the sink and freshened her newly shaved pussy... By this time Fiona was gripping the bed covers tightly again, and I held her lips apart with my thumbs before lowering my face and giving her clit a long slow lick. 'Ohhh....' she moaned.'please don't stop Mark. I know it's wrong, but I've waited for this moment for years.' How could I stop? I couldn't even if I wanted to...I was crazed by the feminine musk oozing out of her fanny. I licked her again and suddenly felt her grab my hair and push me against her....I grimaced with pain and bit her lightly on her clit to punish her. I guess I must have done the wrong thing as she closed her legs right against my head and started thrashing on the bed. This nearly cut off my air supply but there was no way I was going to spoil it for her by removing my tongue from the lashing I was giving her most private parts. After she calmed down I came up gasping, while she caressed me. Needless to say my dick was still in a very aroused state, and I got up and pulled my shorts down. My cock bobbed once or twice before settling into a slightly higher than horizontal position. Fiona looked in rank admiration at my boner....complimenting me not only on its size, but also on its girth, which I think was a bit more than usual. 'Just do it Mark....just pump it in me.' she begged, as she scooted up a bit more on the bed. I obliged her by taking my dick in my hand and guiding it to her love hole. I pressed in a bit, the head being swallowed immediately, but then stopped to ask her if she wanted this to happen. 'Hell..I've want this every day since we were young.....' she whispered back, lost in happiness and emotion. I pressed in her slowly but surely, going in straight to the hilt without a pause. 'Oh my goodness...oh wow..' she exclaimed , 'just stay like that..don't move..I just want to savor your cock stretching my pussy...it's so thick...' What could I do but oblige her. Unfortunately my arms started to tire after a minute and I told her so.... 'Okay, I think I have adjusted a bit to your size by now. It's been months since I have had a cock in me.' I was amazed. How could this woman stay away from men for this time. Must have been a couple of years since her husband had died. I started pumping, and I cannot exactly describe the pleasure being transmitted by my cock, buried deeply inside her. Pretty soon I felt the first pangs of release and asked her whether she was on the pill. 'Hell no...don't you dare come inside me!! I'll tell you what to do. Gimme that big cock, stuff it to me.' Fiona got up from her position on the bed and pushed me down now. She turned round and lowered her mouth to my dick. I thought there was no way she could take me all inside her, but boy was I wrong. She wet my pole with her saliva, and ever so slowly began to apply pressure from her mouth onto it, as my dick disappeared into her face. I was already on the edge, but she pressed beneath my balls firmly and the sensations stopped immediately. This went on for another five minutes before I told her that I couldn't take it anymore. 'Mmmm...' I heard her say. I thought she was probably urging me to come in her mouth, but she pulled off me, lay on her back again and told me to shoot it all over her ample bosom. I must have cum a gallon, there was so much of it on her chest and face. I loved her boobs and spent another luxurious five minutes rubbing my semen into her skin. We must have drifted off to sleep, because the next thing I know was Fiona nudging me awake, only , to my horror, realize that her close friend Claire, was standing at the foot of the bed, with a knowing look on her face. 'I knew you would get around to this sometime,' she said in her raspy voice looking at my flaccid dick. God how it excited me. 'You better get dressed, we have a barbecue to cook.' Needless to say we had to tell Claire what happened, and she quite understood. She was actually only too happy for us. 'Just as long as I can share in your secret from time to time....' Following the first encounter, Fiona sold her house, and came to live with me in the opposite side of the city, where no-one knew her. Although we didn't especially care about what people thought, we didn't want tongues wagging. Moreover we did not date or go out with others on a long-term basis. We had each other. What more could we want? And Claire? Well that is another long story. Must find the time to tell you all about it. The End..... (or is it the beginning?)