1 comments/ 32210 views/ 12 favorites Two Souls By: WFEATHER Cuddling in the grass beside the tall campfire, the sound of the nearby river soothing our souls, the moon and the stars gracing us with their light, only the occasional crackling of the burning wood interrupts our touches and our kisses as we lay naked in the warm glow. Your passion coats my knee as it is pressed firmly against the base of your torso, your breaths quickening as you hump me and your carnal need grows. You groan with sadness when I finally remove my knee, laying beside you, my dripping length pressed against your thigh. As I slowly caress you between your breasts, directly over your heart, my eyes connect with yours, silently instructing you to be still, and seconds later, you are. I close my eyes, still stroking you over your heart. My face contorts as I groan softly with a strong ache, and you know from previous experience what is about to happen..... You look down my body to see six reddish tentacles slowly emerging from the sides of my ribs. Even as they emerge from my body, they pulse with sadistic need, their penis-like tips oozing a clear natural lubricant which is likely not of this planet. Yet you continue to hold me, caress me, calming me through the necessary pain of the tentacles emerging from my body, watching with fascination as they continue to lengthen, continue to pulse as they dance in the air above us. When the tentacles reach their full obscene length, I roll to my back, pulling you along with me so that you lay atop me with my manhood trapped beneath your gentle weight. My arms wrap around you as the tentacles converge upon your backside, leaking upon you and gently stroking you while your lips seek mine... You align your clitoris with my thick sex and begin to rock upon me, lifting your lips away from mine and burying your face in my neck. I allow you to use me again, to increase your arousal, to increase your pleasure, and as you begin to whimper and breathe harder into my neck, my arms tighten around you. Gently, a tentacle presses against your tight rosebud, oozing its clear lubricant upon you. Your gasp is beautiful, and you instinctively stiffen for a few seconds before you finally begin to relax. Slowly, carefully, the tentacle prods, oozing to ease its way inside you, trying not to hurt you more than absolutely necessary. You hiss into my neck, clutching me tightly, trying to relax against the anal invasion, pressing your clit with more force upon my hardened length so that pleasure might counteract the pain... Your soft cry is music to my ears as the bulbous tip of the tentacle at last is fully embedded inside you. Your breathing is faster than usual, your body trembling slightly. Yet you are wet, the pain and the friction upon your clitoris both conspiring to arouse you. A second tentacle brushes along your womanhood, and you mew softly as I stroke your lengthy hair. I whisper a soft encouragement, then fall silent anew as the second tentacle slowly presses into you, filling you, causing a long needy groan to escape past your lips. The other tentacles all ooze upon your back, slowly coating you in a clear thick fluid through which my hands glide easily as I caress you. I spread the fluid across your skin, my hands moving down your back, ultimately gripping your lower cheeks and helping you to move upon my strong erection. Working together, a rhythm is established. You move upon me, your hardened nipples pressing into my chest, as the first two tentacles move inside you, each probing deeper and deeper, filling you, seeming to gradually expand to stretch you to capacity. The gentle breeze causes the fluid upon your back to warm upon your skin, adding another level of eroticism to this strange coupling. The sounds which escape your lips are unintelligible, but I need not be able to understand any words to recognize that your kinky sexual needs are being satisfied. My hands reach for your wrists, then draw your forearms behind you, where a third tentacle slowly wraps around them, binding your forearms together. Two more tentacles wrap firmly around each of your ankles and snake up your lower legs, pulling gently to slowly stretch you and subtly increase your vulnerability to my kinky desires. I spank you, hard and without warning, and your body stiffens instantly as you cry out softly into the night. My hands roam your fluid-slickened body again as the tentacles inside you continue to thrust, continue to gradually swell, continue to fill you and stretch your sacred passages. The tentacle in your rear passage slowly burrows deeper and deeper into your bowels with each careful thrust, making its way further inside you than you had ever dreamed possible. I spank you again, hard, which causes your body to involuntarily bear down upon the tentacles inside you. I can feel it, and I groan softly at the sensation, at feeling you squeezing me, at feeling your body milking me. With both hands, I spank you repeatedly, playing your body to constantly achieve the same pleasurable result for us both as you continue to writhe upon me and groan and whimper softly. When the spanking stops, my arms wrap firmly around you, yet the tentacles continue to restrain you and move within you. Still the sultry sounds escape past your lips. Still your body moves upon me. ...and the final tentacle slips around your neck. It is simply a presence at first, a stark reminder of your vulnerability. You stiffen, even as your body continues to clench around the invading tentacles. Of your own accord, you stop breathing, clearly expecting your neck to be constricted, but it is not. Not yet. Only when I feel you ultimately exhale onto my neck once again does the sixth tentacle tighten, almost completely cutting off your flow of oxygen. Your lungs already empty of oxygen, your chest heaves futilely, your writhing turning quickly into true struggling as the tentacles inside you move with greater purpose. "5... 4... 3... 2... 1..." Only then goes the tentacle around your neck loosen, allowing you to breathe once again. My hands cradle your head briefly, stroking your hair, as your body returns to continuous writhing upon me. Slowly, the tentacle around your neck retracts, then slithers between us, wrapping around your chest and your upper arms. With a secure grasp, it lifts you carefully until you are kneeling, forcing you to straddle my legs. You look so wanton and obscene, your naked body on display for me, the tentacles impaling you and restraining you. The expression in your eyes is exquisite, at once a testament to your growing desire and your wish to submit to my kinky whims. The sixth tentacle unwinds from your body, oozing upon you in the process. Slowly, it slithers back and forth across your shoulders, your chest, your stomach, coating you in the same thick clear fluid which gradually warms upon your flesh. You sway in response to the thrusts of the tentacles within you, the expression of your eyes indicating that you are lost in the bizarre pleasures... I slowly rise, sitting before you as you straddle my legs. My hands glide over your coated torso, moving upward, pausing briefly to knead your hard-tipped breasts before gliding higher. With my own hands, I choke you, trapping a large inhalation in your lungs and forcing you to release it slowly. Further thwarting your ability to exhale, the sixth tentacle moves to slide into your open mouth, exploring with the respect of a loving tongue and oozing its sugary fluid inside you. After a few moments, my hands remain on your neck but no longer compress your throat, allowing you to swallow the sweet copious fluid so you can again breathe normally. The tentacle in your mouth begins to truly thrust somewhat insistently, and the other tentacles inside you move with greater need. I groan softly as I hug you tightly, your body continuing to bear down upon the tentacles within. You writhe with greater sensuality, the tentacles which restrain you preventing you from reaching for me and holding me. I pull you closer so that you can move directly against my hard erection, giving me even more pleasure as your body reacts to the plethora of stimuli. Then, one by one, the tentacles release my seed in copious amounts. It begins with the tentacles surrounding your lower legs, and you can feel the surge rocketing through their inhuman lengths before splashing upon your feet, the moment of release ripping a powerful groan from my throat as I clutch you fiercely. Then the tentacle around your forearms succumbs to the same carnal need, with my seed launching upward into your hair and upon your back, my grasp upon you tightening even more. The tentacle in your mouth suddenly lunges forward, raping your throat and stilling itself, spilling my essence straight into your stomach as you gag uncontrollably around the unexpected blockage. After several jets have been volleyed directly down your throat, the tentacle retracts, spewing its white-hot desire upon your face as you sputter over my shoulder. At last, the other two tentacles inside you each make a final, swift lunge, the tentacle in your ass burrowing even deeper before both appendages erupt inside you, the blasts of my passion triggering your own release as you clamp fiercely upon the tentacles, renewing my groan as it joins with your impassioned voice. At last, unable to succumb any longer, my manhood releases its spray of warm white seed, splattering your stomach and your mons as we tremble together in the night. When at last our strange coupling has ended, I release you and fall to my back upon the dewy grass. Slowly, the tentacles retract from your body, allowing my seed to slowly seep from you and anoint the ground. The tentacles around your arms and your legs loosen and permit your renewed freedom, and you sag against me almost instantly, sated, mewing and whimpering from the strange onslaught you have just endured. I groan from pain as the tentacles retract into my body. Clutching you tightly to me, my grasp loosening as the pain subsides. ...and there we sleep, two souls slumbering in the night... Two Souls Into One (Edited) You have made up your mind. After many weeks of deep thought, you finally decided to let down your hair, open up your heart and body to me. I have been a wonderful friend. We have confided in each other about needs, wants, and desires. I know more about you now than your "best friend" of many years. Sitting in the darkened hotel room, the soft flickering light of a sweet scented candle romantically fills the room. You are anxious and nervous, but this is right for you at this point in your life. An exciting escapade with your wonderful man has been a long time coming, having dreamed of this moment for years! Arriving early, taking a long hot bubble bath, wanting to smell and taste extra special for me tonight. You neatly trim your soft and curlies to give me a pretty sight. I had promised to do what it took to bring you the erotic pleasures you have been missing all of these years. Your slinky black nightie hangs down around your crotchless panties, exquisitely accenting your breasts and voluptuous curves. You gaze at yourself in the mirror, 'You look Great!' Confidently smiling, and thinking ‘I’m Hot! I'm going to let loose on him; he won't know what hit him!' The bed turned down, soft jazz playing in the background, waiting on the arrival of your secret Lover who will sweep you off to the Wonderland of Love. Your heart races with anticipation, blood rushes to your loins. You feel your love juices begin to flow within. You jump at the knock at the door. 'Oh, My God, he's here!' You leap towards the door, open it, and feast your eyes on your handsome friend, and now finally, very soon to be your Fantastic Lover with wonderful pleasures in store beyond your imagination. Our lips meet, electrifying every sensitive nerve in your body. We melt into each other as we deeply and softly kiss. You happily feel my hardness and press into it. This is also my long awaited moment. With a loving hug, I ask, "Hi Beautiful., may I come in?" "Yes, please do, Welcome to our Love Lair!" This is an absolutely perfect night. You and I have planned and dreamed of this for a long while. We met many times for coffee or drinks, have gotten to know and respect each other, and became true friends, very fond of one other. We have two whole days together, we don't plan to see the light of day. You close the door and give my tight little ass a pinch. I spin around, reach out my hand and ask, "May I have this dance little lady?" We slow dance to Miles Davis, like two magnets stuck together. Cheek to cheek, breasts against my pecs. Your eyes mist with true joy, your heart pounds with the thrill of excitement. I kiss you gently; you part your lips and invite me in. My tongue explores your soft mouth. Your tongue playfully darts in and out. You feel my rod harden against you as you feel your love juices ooze out between your thighs. You grind into me for a little relief. You are on Fire and lead me over to the edge of the bed. You have a special surprise for me. You sit me down and perform an exotic stripper's dance for me. Your top swings off, Your Lovely Breasts bounce freely. You look in my eyes as you run your fingers through the slit in your panties, into your bubbling love cauldron, bring your glistening fingers to your mouth. Your tongue darts out and licks your sweet love juice. You offer me a taste, "MMMmmm! So heavenly sweet!" You reach down and unzip my pants, pulling them down to my ankles. You grab my hard cock through my shorts, sending shockwaves through my swollen balls and sending a swell of blood engorging my Love mast. You feel it swell and throb, splashing a wave of yearning from your heart into your loins. You push me back on the bed and slide off my shorts. I stand at full attention, my cock waving back and forth with each pulsing pump from my heart. You feast your eyes on my clean naked body, muscular and furry. Your mouths waters for a taste of me. I feel the same, "Please let me taste your sweet nectar." You crawl up over and around me; I watch your lovely breast swing across my sight as you get into position, your Love slit directly over my face. I am faced with your neatly trimmed bush, and pink moistened pussy lips. I bury my face in your nest as you lick around kiss my swollen cock head, plunging my tongue deep into your fiery hole. I am in Heaven! Your thick overflowing juices ooze over my face and chin. I suck out a thick plug of your Love Nectar, 'Tastes like "Nilla 'n Honey!' You grind into my mouth as I nibble, lick and suck your love button which is hard and erect like a mini cock. I moan as you wrap your lips around my rod and plunge down to the back of your throat. Slowly and pleasurably you suck and lap my hard rod up and down, pulling off to lick around my plump balls aching to be emptied. We are both in Pure Ecstasy, my tongue flicking your clit at the perfect spot, you grinding with just the right pressure as you bury my steel hard cock deeply into your throat. You position yourself at the spot, "MMmmm, that feels Great, Don’t Stop!" I increase my rapid tongue flicking and slide my finger into your slit. "That feels soooo goood! Ohhhhh! Ahhhh! Yessss! Keep going! Here it Comes!!!" Your love tunnel flexes around my finger, your cute pink asshole pulsates right before my eyes, as you explode with an electrifying orgasm. Your cum juices flow out of your lovely pink hole onto my tongue, face and chin. You collapse on me. You shiver as I take one last lick, savoring the wonderful flavor. My mustache is soaked with your boiling hot cum juice, which I won't wash so I may keep your sweet taste and erotic smell with me for days. You turn around to concentrate on my Cock, reaching under the bed, you pull out a small covered bowl, and pour warm fudge on my cock, running down my shaft over my swollen balls down into my butt crack. You lick the tasty fudge off my pulsating Cock, pop each ball into your mouth slurping them gingerly, whispering to me, "Now I need your creamy topping!". You suck and swallow up and down from my cock head to the base while tickling my nuts with your long hard fingernails. You bring me to the edge, you feel my sack tighten, and pull off. I blast off a thick hot stream of creamy white cum "topping" into your wide open mouth and outstretched tongue. You smile, as the second, third and forth pulsating shots of jism spurt onto your chin, cheek and nose. You smile as you go down for a final slurp of the last drop. You look up into my eyes as you lick my sensitive cock and say happily with your fudge and cum creamed face, "MMM mmm, now that's good to the last drop!" I laugh, happy at the sight of your joyful face, "You Babe are a Wonder Woman!" We doze off happily in each other's arms. What a pleasant warm feeling to cuddle with the one you Love! We fit together perfectly. We feel secure, not a care in the world! Our dreams are sweet. Hours later, we wake up. The dried fudge and cum sticking us together, I lightly kiss your forehead and suggest a bath. We fill up the garden tub with bubble bath and hop in giggling like teenagers skinny dipping. We take turns cleaning each other and talked about things we have not mentioned to anyone for years. You grasp and massage my fleshy rod under the water with your soapy feet. I begin to come back to attention. I stand up. Your one-eyed friend has a little white bubble beard. You kiss it, and stand up with your own cute bubbly bush. We laugh and slowly dry each other off with tender loving care. I pick you up in my stung arms, kiss your lovely breasts and set you on the edge of the vanity. Your Love Tunnel is positioned at the perfect height for my hardening rod to easily penetrate as you wrap you arms around my shoulders. We become aware we can see our clean naked bodies from all angles in the bathroom mirrors. I deeply kiss you as I slide my finger in your lovely warm and wet Love Canal. I pull out and taste your moistness, "You are so warm, sweet and tasty!" You smile, "Oh, you are so crazy!" "Yeah, Crazy for you!" I move forward. You reach down and guide my fully erect, rock hard Cock, into The lips of your Love nest. You shudder and whisper as you nibble on my ear, "Give me all of you Baby!' We kiss as I enter your tight hole, slowly to the hilt, gliding us to the Ultimate. I pop my hips forward plunging deeper, your vaginal muscles open, welcome me and contract gripping me tightly. "Ahhhh!" I stop cold, you feel me flex my cock deeply inside you. Your strong muscles grip my cock lovingly in response. I pull my cock out to the head, we look down and can see your creamy love juice glistening off my blood filled Love Muscle protruding from below your cute bush. I hold you tight, and plunge down inside and back out. Your breasts slapping against my furry chest, you moan with pure pleasure on your face. You see my tight ass muscles flexing in the mirrors, as i slam into you, causing you to climb higher and higher towards your summit. You scoot into me; I lift you up, stand, and spin you around and around. The bright bathroom lights spinning in the sparkling mirrors. Your legs tighten around my hips. I repeatedly raise your firm ass high pulling my pulsating cock out to the edge and let gravity and the weight of your body smack back into my loins, as I pop my hips forward slamming my Cock to the deepest parts of your Steaming Hot Hole! "Oh, MY GODDDDDD!!!" You scream! We spin and plunge deeper and deeper. You scream in Ecstasy, "AAARRRGGG! Digging your fingernails into my back as you violently grind into me each time our loins slam forcefully together. "Ohhhh!" "MMMmmm!" You are suddenly hit with a giant, bone shattering Orgasm, Your vaginal walls flex and pulsate around my Hardness, which swells to the max, and squirts a big thick Hot Load of Creamy Sperm deep into your belly. We sink to the floor, lying in a loving embrace. You can still feel me pulsating in your creamy cum filled pussy as you lovingly flex and grip my Cock. We look each other in the eyes, smile, and lovingly kiss, our passion-fires still burning, our bodies pleasantly exhausted. Our Souls have become One. Two Souls Online James clicked the Sign On, settling back in his black leather chair, staring at the monitor on his iMac as the internal noise and sound of the telephone connecting to the Internet played through his speakers, James all the while thinking about who he was to be this evening. He had been using the Internet for nearly 6 years now, and had a pretty good understanding as to who people really were when he talked to them. Fit, young, single blond cheerleaders usually meant teenage boy or married men, not that he criticised them, hey, he had been his fair share of blond single cheerleaders lusting after a 'normal' man to satisfy 'her' desires. He tended to avoid the School Girl rooms as that just lead to trouble, and usually just sat in the chat rooms watching the world pass by, reading profiles, occasionally sending a message out but rarely getting a message from anyone he cared to talk to. A sad fact was, he thought watching the connection finish and the welcome screen come up, was that he tended to spend 70% of his time talking to single guys, probably a good 20% talking to single 'girls' and if he was as smart as he thought he was, that last part talking to actual women. And more than once he had thought if all that time talking to men was making him a bit odd; He smiled, he was odd anyway. James saw known of his friends were online and shook his head, another night alone for him, he thought. He clicked on the chat room key and followed his way through to the private chat rooms, basically, an area for people to talk about their sexual kinks and desires. It always brought a smile to his face seeing the amount of guys who wanted to be dominated and led around by women, peed on by women, treated like shit generally. If the feminists groups could only spend more time in here, they would know they had won. Still, AOL was a place to escape reality, he felt like being a school girl tonight, see if he could tease some bloke into revealing himself to her, then maybe report him or just wind him up. The BBW room, he saw scrolling up the room names, single unhappy people, he thought. He had never visited this particular room; Neither Big, not considerably beautiful and certainly not a woman, well, not tonight anyway. He clicked on it anyway, bored and desperate for a chat and entered, staring at the names scrolling down the screen. It took him by surprise the colour and first, and general atmosphere of the room, all these women so happy and greeting, sending those xxx kisses and hugs, so accepting of others. James usually split those on AOL into two groups, perverted men and others. Despite trying to be part of the others, he was a male and had been called perverted on here more than once but never tried to be that way, to him, he couldn't see the point on lying on here if he was ever to meet them. He wasn't a good liar and felt this reflected when he talked to people. Most called him a decent guy they'd like to meet. But the sad fact was that all his life, he had only had one long-term relationship, and that had ended badly. James, to coin a phrase, wore his heart on his sleeve, he went into all relationships with the intention of them being the one, not content or satisfied with short term flings or casual sex. He knew it sounded clichŽd, and had been told that when he had said that to people online, that the idea of casual sex was a turn off to him. And that was partly true, he did have needs he had to satisfy, sadly relying on his hand now to please him, but despite the possibility for several one night stands and flings, he couldn't bring himself to go through with it. Fear, perhaps, fear of the consequences, that they would consider him a let down. But in his heart and soul, he knew there was more to it than fear. To James, sex was special, despite peer pressure from those around him to just do it, get more sex, he didn't want to. He wanted to be with someone special, some one who meant something in his heart he could share himself with that person. Which was why he had only been in one long-term relationship, he thought to himself, his head leaning on his hand, watching the numerous conversations going on in the chat room. He looked at those entering and leaving quickly, and those that stayed for a while before leaving. Most were male screen names like, BIGDAVEBIGCOCK or STUDSTEVE, typical names but ones that probably had met and slept with a lot of girls off here. Would that help him? LARGEONEJAMES perhaps, did women really like that. He reached for the glass of water on his desk and stopped, his eyes looking at the screen name that had just entered, XXXLINDA44XXX. A woman, he thought, ok, but why had that caught his attention. He moved the mouse and clicked on her name, bringing up a message box and typing in hello, hoping she wouldn't be turned off by his rather colourful? Youthful? Profile, one he had created through boredom. The lady replied a moment later, 'Hello to you'. James read over her profile. Like those in the room, she was a BBW that declared you either liked her or not but asked not to be offended because of her size. James understood that, as a kid he had been a bit on the larger size but thankfully had grown upwards, his body shaping out nicely. He wasn't thin, but wasn't large, what he considered medium size, sadly, not one that attracted girls when he went out. She loved cats, had a daughter and was single. A single, older mother, in 6 years of Internet talking, he had never spoken to single mothers, well, not honest ones anyway. Most single 'mothers' desperate for an affair turned out to be married fathers in search of porn. But for some reason, she seemed genuine, he considered for a moment that large woman normally didn't lie; he shook his head. One thing he had always been taught was to be tolerant of others, show them respect if you expected to be shown it. She was a large lady, but she was honest, loved cats, which he himself did, and seemed like a nice person. James began to speak to her, not as his usual flirty self, the one that he guessed most girls on the Internet had seen and read before, and from guys much better at this than him. She asked his age, he gave it and she was hesitant at first, there was a sizable age gap between them, she told him she was 44, he was 20, and normally he might have walked away then but something was drawing him to this woman, her honesty, her personality. He considered these his best qualities, his honesty and, not charm, but he knew in general he had a decent personality, one which people felt they could trust. When he saw this in others, he was drawn to that, he connected to those qualities in a person. And despite being a BBW, a married mum who was twice his age, he felt himself being drawn to her, a connection developing he had only felt once with Kelly his former girl friend. When he glanced at the clock at the top of the computer screen, he realised he had been talking for over 3 hours, and it was now 1.16 am. But when she continued to ask him questions about his past, he couldn't help but notice, finding out facts about this woman. Aspects about her he couldn't help but find cute or alluring. If it was possible, he felt he was falling in love with this single mother, despite his pre-conceptions at the start of the evening about her size and personality, she was a decent, ordinary woman, he was a decent, ordinary woman, and then the big question came. DO YOU HAVE A PICTURE she asked. Ordinarily, James sent out a fake picture unless he felt he could trust them. He felt he could trust her, and for only the third time in 6 years, sent his picture to her, the one taken a month earlier, one he felt showed the best side of himself. She would now either walk away or like it, but for the first time, it was out of his hands. A few second later, he received an email with a picture of her. She was a BBW he thought smiling to himself, she was indeed larger than him but she had a radiating beauty he was drawn to, it was a picture yes, but one showing a confident, happy lady who was satisfied with who she was. He looked at her, and his feelings grew, thinking of that woman sitting at a desk somewhere speaking to him, accepting him, accepting his strange kinks and feelings. There was a pause in their conversation as the two strangers looked at each others real image, both having the same feelings and questions, were they accepting each other, was this perhaps more than just a one night conversation. James reached for his keyboard. YOUR BEAUTIFUL he typed, pressing the return key and waiting. Linda had heard those words before, 'Your Beautiful', usually followed by do you want to meet me and go to bed; although she hadn't spoken to a guy on here before for such a long time. He was younger than her, considerably younger, but seemed to be genuine in how he talked and felt, and the sudden realisation began to hit her that perhaps she was starting to feel something for this younger man in London, this very cute guy. That's when the doubt hit in, he was cute, more so than usual. It was hard for her to accept that he had only been with one girl, and that he wanted to talk to her, maybe he did want more, she was certain of that, but would he turn around after and laugh at her, hurt her. YOUR CUTE TOO she typed, realising she hadn't replied in a few minutes. James was relieved, he had spoken to a couple of what considered, real women before, and when they saw his picture, most turned around telling him to go somewhere. He didn't think he was ugly, but if women didn't find him attractive, there was little he could do. He wasn't vain, didn't spend a lot of time in front of mirrors preening his looks, but he did like to think he had a certain rough charm going for him. Linda said she had to go to bed now otherwise she wouldn't be up for her daughter in the morning. He said goodbye and signed off, thinking of what had just happened, leaning back in his chair as the computer signed off and shut down. He had just met a beautiful lady who considered him cute, her beauty between her looks and personality, one he found himself being drawn to. He was going in with his whole heart, he realised, was this really a wise course. He held her body in his arms, the two lovers of distant ages staring into each others eyes, the sound of thunder and rain falling around the hotel, the curtains open, the pale moonlight reflecting off their two bodies. He lent in, his lips meeting hers, their hands connected. His body was now on top of her, pressed closely to her body giving her soft kisses on her lips, his penis penetrating her body, moving slowly, the two lovers in unison. Both hungry for the moment, shared in the desire they both felt. To her, he was the first man inside her body for a while, to him, she was his first after his only, moving slowly, deliberately and gently, holding her hands in his as he moved back and forth. The orgasm he felt was greater he had felt in a long time, staring into her brown eyes as his sperm moved up her body, the woman, impassive, cold, still. Releasing his hands and her mouth opening, laughing at him. The figure shook his head, standing and walking away from the bed, the large woman now laughing at him with such intensity, pointing at him. The figure turned and saw a mirror, a roll of lightning illuminating the room briefly, James seeing himself in the mirror. He was no longer in the bedroom with the naked woman, finding himself standing before her on bank of a lake, once more looking into those eyes he had seen, somewhere, but he couldn't remember where. She was smiling now, looking at him, speaking but the words not reaching his ears. He held her hands once more in his, clasped in front of him. "I love you" he said quietly. She smiled, falling backwards into the white light forming around them, James no longer holding her in his arms, the woman falling backwards, moving away from him, her clothes gone but no longer naked, no longer any type of person, just a white light that phased outwards. James woke, his eyes watery, the morning sunshine pouring through the window, unusual for a May morning. He felt the sheets sticking to his body, realising now how damp he was, the blue cover sticking to his naked body. He peeled them off, staring down at himself, reaching down and touching his penis, realising how damp he was, realising that some point during the night, he had ejaculated in his sleep. Memories from his dream flooded his mind, that woman, Linda, he remembered, her hands holding his, her body heat warming the two lovers up. It was the most erotic dream he had had in a while, his mind creating her body for him, dreaming about the first time they had, may, he corrected himself, the first time they may make love. Would it be like that? Why had she been laughing after him after he had cum? James spent the rest of the day looking at the computer on his desk, stroking his cat who now slept on his bed, scratching one of the animals ear or rubbing his belly with his fingers as the cat rolled onto its back, stretching its four legs, purring contently. He could bring comfort to at least one being. It had always been a fear of his, of any guy, he guessed, that moment after orgasm, of that sense of bliss to have the recipient laughing at him, at them. The act that brought such joy to the male of the species rejected, not enough for the woman, not enough for Linda. In reality, Linda didn't know of course, hadn't been laughing at him, but she was experienced in the world, if they did meet, if they did make love, would he be enough for this woman. It struck him then how bothered he was about how he felt for her, if he was enough for her, if he could provide both emotionally and physically to this woman he hadn't known for more than 12 hours, but was rapidly developing feelings for, willing at this moment to give her his heart and soul. He couldn't resist it any longer and started up his computer, the agonising moments it took for it to start up a life time, time Linda might be online waiting for him, deciding he had just been another 'man' wasting her time. He ignored the usual stuff that opened up and kicked on AOL, urging the program to start up and pressing the Sign On key, the computer beginning its Internet connection. What was he going to say to her, hello, I had an erotic dream about you last night, our first time together that would work wouldn't it. She would go right off him there. The welcome screen came on, and she wasn't online. His heart dropped for a moment, he sat waiting for five minutes, ten, and still no sign of Linda. He shook his head, the sudden realisation that maybe his feelings had been very one-sided striking home. He moved up to sign off when he saw her screen name come up, waiting, hoping he wouldn't have to make the first move. He didn't. HELLO CUTEY she said. James smiled, replying in kind and all those negative feelings washing away, feelings of passion. WHEN WE SPOKE LAST NIGHT, I WAS STARTING TO FEEL A LITTLE, WELL, IT GOT ME GOING Linda said in a message. James sat staring at that screen, got her going? Hope, desire and passion burned within him at that moment as he considered the stark reality that maybe his feelings were shared, that what he felt for Linda was the same as what she felt for him. I'M SORRY IF I WAS TO FORWARD;I DIDN'T NO WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN. I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS GOING TO FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU he typed, pressing return then silently wishing he hadn't, his heart and soul exposed to her, his feelings suddenly there before him, in love, in love with this single older mother, this large and very beautiful woman. He was in love with her, a passion burning in him to be with her, to hold her close to him like in his dreams, to kiss those soft lips, run his hand through his hair, hold her close, that physical contact he missed. WHAT? She asked, that one word on the screen, open to numerous possible meanings that ran through his mind. I'M SORRY, CAN I TAKE THAT BACK. AS I'VE SAID BEFORE, I HAVE THE TENDENCY TO BE WAY TO FORWARD James tried to joke off replying, his mind like a roller coaster of thoughts, doubt she loved him, hope she did. This was crazy, he had known her for such a short time but was quickly growing into feelings he had only felt once in his life. He loved this woman, he wanted to hold her, but was this just a crush to her? A come on from a desperate fool, he thought wishing she would reply. DO YOU WANT TO? She asked back. I WANT TO BE HONEST WITH YOU, AS I SAID BEFORE, ABOVE ALL THINGS IM JUST AN HONEST GUY. WE'VE ONLY TALKED FOR A SHORT WHILE BUT IN THAT TIME,I THINK YOU NO ME NOW, AND I NO YOU. I THINK IM IN LOVE WITH YOU he replied, staring at the text then pressing return, the message sent along the phone line to Linda. She looked at the screen, the cursor flashing, those words typed by a young man, a man in love with her. Did he really no what he was saying? She knew she wasn't beautiful as he kept proclaiming, wasn't a model but was comfortable with who she was, her strong minded daughter with her mum and her size, but no man had said she was beautiful in a long time. But James was right, they had talked now for a short time, and she considered herself a good judge of character, he seemed the genuine deal, a normal, fairly level headed guy who had strong feelings towards her. Did she feel the same? She opened his picture up, staring at that face frozen in time staring at the camera, his cute smile, his normal, healthy sized face and body. He was physically thinner than her but just a normal sized, one, which ordinarily she might have looked twice at, did he really love her. DO YOU WANT TO TALK ON THE PHONE? She typed, if they were to ever meet she would like to hear his voice, on the very remote chance he wasn't a married man just leading her on, or a kid winding her up. It was easy to be a rich doctor or a stunning super model on AOL, harder to carry that illusion forward on the phone. OK, HERES MY NUMBER James typed sending his mobile phone number a moment later, the ball once more in her court. His eyes were fixed on the Motorola phone on his desk, the sound of a signal echoing through his speakers until the small phone began to vibrate. He picked it up, his arm almost shaking, as he opened the cover of the V.66, staring at the unknown number flashing, and answered it. "Hello James it's Linda" she said to him, her voice carrying a northern accent, he hadn't spoken to and didn't no any northern women, a curious fact that popped into his head as he spoke to her. They talked for nearly half an hour on the phone, both at their computers, both starting to open up more, sharing their fears of how this might develop, the fear of the unknown, of broken hearts and dreams. But both began to realise this wasn't just an Internet conversation, a brief thing they could say do from time to time, but emotions and feelings both shared and had a desire to see through, to meet, to go beyond the Internet world to the physical one. Hence the next move was agreed upon, a meet in a public hotel halfway between Linda and James, a small restaurant beside a mainline station in Ipswich, the easiest place James could reach and not to far from Linda by car. James agreed he was looking forward to the meeting and said goodbye, storing the phone number in his phone book, they would meet in two days time, a meeting that would perhaps change his life. James was noticeably distracted as he sat on the train up from London, staring out at the rolling country side of the UK, the brief conversation between a loving couple in the seat behind him echoing through his head, James eventually plugging his iPod in and selecting a song from the film Donnie Darko, the music suiting his mood as he sat still. Two Souls Online He took a sip from the can of coke, reaching into his Nike bag and staring at the picture of Linda he had printed out, those eyes, those lips. He needn't of printed it out he knew, her features were printed in his mind, the every curve of her beautiful face, the slight bend of her lips as she smiled, those eyes staring at him. He wished she had sent the whole picture of her body, his mind creating her figure, again images from that dream he had had, so distant now as it always was, lying beside him on that bed in that hotel, their hands together, their breathing steady, both nervous to commit to the act despite their position, until in his dream, he had kissed her. "Next stop, Ipswich central station" the feminine voice on the train's intercom said, James pushing the picture into his bag. He stood shouldering it, dropping the empty can of Coke into a trash bag at the end of the seat and walked towards the doors. It was a grey overcast day in Ipswich, the sound of everyday life passing by him as he left the station, his eyes spotting the small restaurant across the street beside a Glass shop. He crossed the street, his mind trying to focus as the realisation of what he was doing flooded over him. Meeting a woman off the Internet, something he had never done, he was a net virgin, he thought smiling, almost a dead net virgin as a lorry rumbled by, its horn blaring, James frozen in his tracks. He crossed quickly, stopping at the door to the restaurant, realising he was shaking and walked in, the headwaiter glancing up at him. He realised how he must look, dressed in his black jeans and grey Bon Jovi Bounce t-shirt. "I have a reservation with a Ms. Smith" he said. "This way sir" the waiter said taking a menu and walking around several tables, approaching The booth from behind, James walking into eye site, finally seeing the woman he had been thinking of all this time. She was how she appeared in her picture, a large but very beautiful woman, friendship, loyalty and trust radiating off her. He sat, smiling, taking her hands and leaning across the table, kissing her upon her lips. "Hello James" she said staring into his eyes. "Hello Linda" James replied, realising one of her hands and raising it to her head, running it through her brushed soft hair, cupping the side of her head with it before dropping it back down, running the back of his finger across her cheek, smiling, emotions crossing between them. "I hope I'm everything you wanted" she said, that smile dropping a little. James tightened the grip on her hands, holding her face in his right hand now. "You are, as long as I'm al-right for you, you deserve nothing but the best" James said releasing her hands as the waiter returned with an order pad. The lunch was light, or it could have been the way the two felt at this moment, the tension both had been feeling as they waited for each other, that first contact now gone, both finding they not only enjoyed each other's company, but the realisation that maybe this was the real thing, that despite the age difference, the distance between them, that maybe they could make this work. As lunch came to an end, the next hurdle raised its head. They had arranged to meet, and so far it had gone okay, but Linda had suggested that first time they had talked of a possible night in a hotel, staying, testing those emotions James had pro-claimed to her. It had been a passing remark, a fleeting comment, but one which both had guessed had more truth in it. Where would they go from here, their separate ways to meet once again at some point, or to the main hotel only a few doorsteps away, then what. "Well Mr. Smith" Linda said using the false surname she had booked them in under at the hotel, just how many Mr and Mrs Smiths stayed at these hotels close to stations and motorways? "I certainly could do with a shower, it's a bit hot in here. Do you, if you want, maybe like to come up with me" Linda asked dabbing a little bit of sauce away with her napkin. "Well Mrs. Smith, it would seem a bit weird if your husband didn't come up with you" James replied handing the waiter his card and watching him walk away before turning back to face Linda. "And you're a very beautiful wife" James continued winking, the waiter returning, James signing the top copy of the bill and taking the receipt and card, standing and waiting for Linda to stand. The two walked out of the restaurant, James close but sharing no physical contact with the woman, he was prepared to wait for when she was ready; Dinner with an attractive lady and now returning to their hotel room, for what, sex? Now was the moment he had been thinking of for a long time, meeting a woman who he loved, sharing this intimate moment, this intimate action with, so different from Kelly, his only experience. Suddenly, that fear she would laugh at him passed through his mind, a small knot in his stomach building up. The room was a decent size, a king size bed facing a T.V in the corner, a welcome note on top, the shower room off beside the main room close to the main door. He took a seat, noticing a few of her things around the room, she had already checked in, he realised. She set her purse down on the desk, staring at herself in the mirror, a noticeable silence growing between them. Now was that moment, crossing beyond friends to lovers. "You said something about a shower" James said standing as she turned to face him, kissing her on the lips smiling. He reached behind her and unfastened the buttons on her dress, pulling it open. She straightened her arms out at her side as the dress fell to the floor, Linda standing before him showing her large body to this man who had completely accepted him, dressed in her most sexy underwear she owned. What did she look like to him? Desperate? Sad? James took a step back from Linda grinning, looking at her in her underwear, completely at his will. "Your more beautiful than I could imagine, now hurry up with that shower" James said picking her dress up off the floor, opening the dressed and hanging it on one of the wooden hangers, the large material still damp. He raised it to his knees, breathing her smell into her nostrils, intoxicated now with lust to be with her, to love her. As he closed the dresser, she had moved off into the bathroom, the door ajar slightly, her white bra and knickers lying across the chair. James walked forward, hesitating slightly, then lifted her knickers to his nose, very damp and moist to the touch, James instantly raising the crotch of the panties to his nose, sucking and tasting the material with his nose and tongue, the very first of knickers he had ever smelt and tasted fresh from the source, the mixture of sweat, a few droplets of pee, even some white secretion on the material staining the fabric, James eagerly licking it with his tongue. When he looked down at the knickers in his hand, he realised three things. Firstly, he had grown hard, secondly his mouth tasted of the fabric of the panties, her juices in his mouth. And thirdly, the panties were now a lot more wet than when he had picked them up. He replaced them, removing his black denim jacket and trainers, walking to the door, pushing it open slightly, Linda standing in the shower block, hot water cascading down her body. She stood moving a washcloth over herself, small, yet intimate touches, a perfect viewpoint for James to study her. She was large, bigger than normal but to him, she really was beautiful. His lust and desire for 'fashionable' girls with a waist smaller than his cat gone, suddenly realising the beauty in this woman before him. She had folds of flesh, now soaked with water, large legs, a nice round rear, and James wanted to touch and kiss every single part. He walked into the bathroom, removing his jeans and t-shirt, pulling down his skids and hanging them over a towel rail, standing naked behind her, his semi-hard penis between his legs. He wasn't huge, but he wasn't tiny, he hoped the size was enough to satisfy her this night, the night they made love. As she reached around to try and clean her back, she took her hand, Linda's head turning quickly, smiling at him. She gave him the cloth and James began to wash her back, moving it softly over her skin, following its path with a kiss from his lips, water falling on him now as he fell to his knees, the cloth handing over the curve of her rear. He moved it down over her cheeks, holding them open slightly as he washed along her anal crack, her hole tensing slightly at the touch from this man and his cloth, moving down between the back of her thighs and the area near her sex. He stood, handing her the cloth as she turned, staring now at his naked body, the warm water causing him to loose his erection and size. They were exposed to each other completely, all past truths and tales, all those descriptions of each other, even the faade of wearing their best clothes for their first meeting gone as they stood looking at each other naked in the shower, the hot water rolling off their relatively large bodies. James stepped into the crowded shower block, the door open, water falling onto the floor. He pulled her against him, his penis growing once more, pressing against her legs nestling into the flesh of her thighs. He held her there, his eyes telling hers she could trust this man holding her naked body. He lent in and kissed her, their mouths opening, kissing with a passion and love neither had felt in a long time, James holding her tightly from behind, his fingers rubbing against her anus, shifting down her back crack towards her crack, Linda's holding onto him, pressing his crotch against hers. He released the kiss, the two standing holding each other, his penis stiff and angled up slightly at her outer vagina lips, teasing the opening to accept it without going any further, their hands full of each other's bodies, holding each other, caressing, those gentle touches and motions both crazed from each other more than words and looks could express. "I'll be in the bed room" he whispered into her ear, stepping back and out of the shower, taking one of the towels and dabbing his body, but leaving his clothes in the bathroom, walking naked into bed room. This was the first time he felt confident enough to be naked with a woman, to willingly expose his body and be accepted to this woman who had crossed that line for him. To see him when erect, ready to penetrate her, to her seeing him soft, in its natural state. He trusted this woman, loved this woman, wanted this woman. James lay on the bed in an almost dream like state, playing with his semi-hard cock, his eyes shut thinking what his life had been like before Linda. Like most blinded by love, he couldn't imagine his life without her, but also knew that at one point, his fears and attitudes would have scared him away from ever doing anything like this. It was a complete change in life, embracing what was making him happy, beyond sitting at home alone on the computer, this was his life, he was taking control of it. Like Bon Jovi said, 'Live when I'm alive', well he was living. And almost lived to much when he heard the shower stop, Linda stepping out wrapped in a white towel around her hair and body, walking over to the bed and lying down beside James, turning the small twin lights on beside each of them, the warm glow pleasant against their damp wet skins. They lay in silence, again memories of that intense dream he had had not so long ago passing through his mind. He knew her now she had shown him her body and soul, exposed before him like he had done to her. She had challenged him, this is me, this is who I am, either accept me or don't but please don't hurt me. He had responded in kind, and now lay with her, on this bed, in this hotel, Linda staring at his naked body, James wondering about hers beyond the towels. He reached forward and opened them up, the material falling down to the side of her bed, Linda lying on her side, facing him. He felt the urge to, and lent forward, touching her right breast with his hand, stroking the tip of her nipple, something he had read in numerous erotic stories but never having the chance to actually do. Was this pleasing to her? Or was it just a man stroking part of her body. It was pleasing to him, his cock stiffening as he touched her, Linda just watching and feeling his actions, shifting on the bed until she lay on her back, her head rolled to her side staring into his eyes. She raised her legs, parting them, looking up at the ceiling. James sat up and moved around them, still for a moment seeing her vagina for the first time. It was like he had imagined, although a little more hairy. Not like the pictures, porn, he corrected himself porn he downloaded and looked at. Those girl's were young, had perfect breasts and a smooth, shaved crotch. Most likely air brushed, and obviously staged. A nasty thought occurred to him that unlike those girls, Linda probably couldn't raise her legs to her head like those girls did, but he didn't want those fake women. No, he didn't want the lie, he wanted a woman who was comfortable to expose her body, her sex like Linda had done to him. The vagina before him not perfect, but natural, and it's natural beauty overwhelming him completely. James moved up the bed on his knee's between her legs, leaning forward and coming to rest on top of her, his wet hair dripping a few drops of water onto her face, the towel around hers having falling off, the imprint of a wet head now on the pillow. He smiled down at her, and moved his erect penis against her vagina, finally stopping as it teased the entrance to her lips. She just looked up and nodded, James leaning down and kissing her on her lips as he pushed his penis up into her body, not all at once, at first only a little way in until she relaxed, pulling it out then easing it forward, a little more. On the third time, he held his breath and pushed it all the way into her body, his testicles resting against the bottom of her sex, the hairs on them itching her slightly although she wouldn't comment. Linda could feel him inside, a sensation no one would ever feel unless they like to be taken in their bottoms, she thought, but this was different. Her ex-husband had once tried anal it was very different from that. She could feel the warmth and strength of his penis inside her body, the muscles in it tensing and relaxing slightly before growing stiff once more as James brought it out and pushed it into her body. She could feel her own natural juices moistening her passage, her body's way of accepting the thing inside her. James pushed himself in and out of her, their hands together at the top of the bed as he lay on top, arching his back slightly to move his lips over her lips and face, Linda bending her neck slightly as he angled his, kissing her along her neck and chest, brushing the skin of her breasts with his tongue, enjoying the feeling of them pressing against his chest as he penetrated her, the slow and steady movement. It was different, more, slower, more relaxed, and very enjoyable, his penis moving into her. She enjoyed everything about her lover, the way his hairy balls slapped against the soft skin of her ass crack. The way his kisses moved around his face and neck, how he held her hands in his, tensing his grip as he pushed up into her, relaxing it as he withdrew. This wasn't sex, she thought, she had had sex, this was love, this was James, making love to her, not rushing, not desperate to cum into her, to feel him moment of bliss, but eager, and very willing to make sure they both shared that moment together, to make sure she received her moment of pleasure. James, sweat dripping from his forehead looked down into the eyes of her lover. With his shower erection, brief contact with her sex, then the light masturbation on the bed, he could feel his balls beginning to tighten, the muscles in his stomach tense, the first signs of his orgasm approaching. When he looked at her, she was happy, very happy but she wasn't ready to cum. James released the grip of her hands and eased his penis of out her body, crawling backwards, resting his face between her thighs. He could smell a mixture of fresh, treated shower water, soapy bubbles, his pre-cum and her, own juices around the entrance to her sex. He flicked his tongue out, rubbing the area around her cunt with his fingertips, the stimulation of the flesh with his tongue and hand certainly having a reaction as she began to juice a little more, Linda unable to surpass a slight moan as he licked her cunt. He stiffened his tongue and moved it up her passage, feeling her outer vagina lips part with his lips, wriggling it around the area of her passage his cock had just been, searching for that sweet spot he heard woman had, their clit he had read about. More than anything he wanted to bring Linda to orgasm. He pushed deeper into her cunt, his tongue now all the way in, his mouth pressed firmly against her sex, touching her, feeling the silky smooth passage with his most sensitive organ, his hands gripping her large cheeks and touching her anus, playing with it gently. Linda looked down at the head between her legs, he was young, from what he said, he was inexperienced, but he seemed to no what he was doing with a passion, the small thing inside pushing against the right nerves and areas of flesh, Linda pressing against him, closing her eyes, desperately trying to hold back the feeling moving inside her. She reached down, grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up her body. James took the hint and crawled back up, rubbing his slightly softened cock back to hardness and pushed it up into her, the sensitive passage he entered now more moist and ready for his cock, sliding in and out with and ease he hadn't felt with, Kelly, that time and place flashing into his mind and out, they had been young, na•ve, not now, not with Linda, now he was ready. He had lost his virginity to Kelly, but that had been his sexual virginity, this was his first time making love. James came first, ejaculating up into her, short intense thrusts from his penis shooting more of his seed up into her, not withdrawing first. The sudden thrusts pushed her over the edge and she came to, bending her head back shutting her eyes, biting down on her lip as she pushed herself against him, trying to gain as much pleasure from his shrinking penis, James pulling it out of her body, a slimy sticky trail of semen following it out. He looked at her, wondering if she had, and then fear came over him as she looked at him smiling, fear that turned slightly to humiliation as instead of laughing at his performance, she smiled in lust, her body on the high of an orgasm, unlike the intense sudden pleasures of the male, her reaction lasting a while, her mind in a state of euphoria, of bliss. She suddenly came back to reality as James reached for a tissue on the bed room table, dabbing away at the semen dribbling out of her body, clearing up the mess with the moist tissue, dropping it into the bin beside the bed. Such a simple action, one which none of her other lovers had ever considered or done, enjoying the bliss of the moment then cleaning up the mess left behind. Of course, it would take something more than that to fully clean up his semen but that was a problem for another day. Instead she lay still, her body starting to come down off her high, James rolling against her and leaning on her to an extent, dropping his arm over her chest, pressing against the under side of her breasts. This was bliss this was happiness. This is based on a semi-true experience in that I have met a lovely lady and this is written for you. Hope you like it, may write another bit, see how it turns out.