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A Weekend IRL Ch. 01

By: HeCallsMePrettyGirl



It promised to be an interesting evening. So many preparations, so much anticipation, and very few inhibitions had come together for what did promise to be a very interesting evening, indeed.

The weather forecast had temperatures plummeting with cold winds moving in during the evening, and storms overnight. It definitely felt like winter when she arrived an hour ago. The chill had wrapped itself around her legs, uncovered below the black leather skirt she wore, and permeated her leather jacket and the silk blouse beneath. She really must remember, she thought, leather is not ideal for cold weather. Although, the chill created some interesting protrusions in her blouse that immediately caught the attention of the clerk when she checked in. 

The poor clerk behind the registration desk had a hard time finding the reservation and looking at her at the same time. Of course she hadn't helped him any, when she leaned over the desk, her white silk unbuttoned to the point directly between her full breasts, revealing enough but not too much. She reveled in the attention. 

With her key in hand, she looked straight into his eyes, lightly tracing her red nails into the folds of silk. "Thank you," she purred. "Other than my companion, who will be arriving this evening, I expect to be left alone and undisturbed. No calls, no visitors. Understood?" As he nodded his understanding, she turned and left.

She needed no direction to her cabin, but knew exactly where she was going. Nothing was going to be left to chance this weekend. She had visited more than a few areas, and checked out every cabin available. This one was perfect, and she knew it when she first saw it. Secluded, with a rough natural look in its setting of thick trees, it was just what she had been searching for, she was reminded as she pulled to the front steps. She carried boxes of groceries, luggage, and a few other things she brought for the weekend, to the front door. She stopped there for a moment to close her eyes and enjoy the sounds of the surrounding trees creaking in the winds and the rustling of the fallen leaves on the ground. Finally, the cold rushing through her, she turned her key in the lock to open the heavy oak door. The wonderful aroma of the pine floor mixed with the smokey whisper from the stone fireplace and the rich scent of the leather furnishings enveloped her as she walked in. 

For a moment, she allowed herself to drown in her surroundings and in her thoughts.

This encounter, this tryst, had a rather strange beginning. They were two people who had never met in real life, never shared a glance, never been in the same place at the same time, and yet had developed a bond that defied logical explanation. But what had logic and feelings to do with one another? 

Their relationship wasn't the only thing that defied logic in this moment. Usually so cautious, she had agreed to this, this assignation. She still was amazed at herself and even questioned her own sanity. Then, slowly, a smile played across her dark red painted lips, and a glint of delight caught in her eyes at a memory. 

She met him in a chat room, well OK, an erotic chat room. He came in and ambled over to the bar, where he sat and propped his feet up, lounging back in his chair. He poured himself a drink and watched what was going on around him. She'd noticed him immediately, had noticed his self-confidence, his composure, his ease. He was dominant, a dom, a top. She was sure of that, as she cyber-strolled over next to him.

"Is there room for me here?" she asked, and sat down with her own drink in hand. From that easy meeting the relationship grew. They just seemed to click, two friends who just met. They could talk about absolutely anything, and did.

Although they'd never met, they'd had sex at least a dozen times. She felt her own warm, wet response as she recalled those times. They were so intense, so tender, and simply incredible. 

She had been quite adept at phone sex when she was still in high school, some twenty years ago, but the power of cybersex was a completely different animal. The anonymity of it allowed a higher degree of response, a considerable lack of inhibition, and a greater use of imagination. They had spoken on the phone several times, but both preferred the cyber world. It was just different, perhaps more intimate, and definitely more freeing. However, each deeply longed to actually meet, face to face.

How many times, she wondered, had they talked about this. In how many hushed conversations, hidden chat logs, or secure e-mails had they discussed this very possibility? She couldn't count them. Now it was real, at least it would be if he ever got there.

Shaking off those thoughts, she busied herself putting things away downstairs. Her heels echoed on the pine floors as she crossed the rooms, sprinkling candles and a few books from her erotic collection around the room, until she stepped onto the deep fur rug in front of the fireplace, when they fell silent. Kneeling there, she lit the tinder to start a warming fire. Heavenly, she thought as her mind raced with plans. With the candles scattered about, she undertook the task of putting the groceries away. The wine came last, as she filled the ice bucket, settled the bottles in to chill, and gently stood two crystal glasses alongside. She stood for a moment and ran through a mental checklist. The candles were out, and the lighter was ready. The wine was chilling, and the glasses were ready. A fire was started, and the room was warming. "OK," she whispered, "onward and upward."

Upward was right. She lifted the leather bag and moved up the stairs and into the bedroom. As she unpacked the bag, she silently ran an inventory of its contents, making sure she actually packed what she intended, as she put her clothes and lingerie in the top drawer, toys in the second. "Let's see, oil, fur cuffs, blindfold, but no saran wrap . . . " She giggled. He had been so curious when she first mentioned saran wrap in one of their 20 questions type chats. 

"What do you do with that?" he had typed, so she explained sensory deprivation. "Huh-uh. Not for me. Too claustrophobic." He was adamant

After putting the empty bag in the closet, she gathered the empty boxes, and took them back to her car. Finally, feeling comfortable with the preparations, she melted into one of the big leather chairs and lost herself in waking dreams. 

***

They were so close as they stood there among the trees, and she felt the need to touch him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. His response was immediate as his arms encircled her body, tenderly enfolding her within them. His lips touched her neck, slowly planting kisses down toward her shoulder. She gasped as his touch evoked a shot of electricity through her. His hands slipped from around her to rest at her waist, sliding beneath the fabric of her shirt. The contact of his hands on her flesh brought another gasp. He slowly moved them up just beneath her breasts, and she moved almost imperceptibly to position his hands directly over her erect nipples. Just the touch of his hands on her brought a wave of orgasm over her. Her knees went weak as a tremor overtook her. He held her, supporting her, savoring his effect upon her. 

She raised her face to meet his, her lips to encounter his own, and lost herself in his kiss. She felt suspended in time and wanted it to go on forever. His tongue searched her mouth, playing along her teeth and withdrawing again. Her teeth captured his lower lip, biting tenderly, and releasing. 

Her hands slid up his chest, flesh to flesh, to find his nipples. They hardened at her touch as she lightly brushed her fingers over them. Then taking them between her fingertips to gently squeeze them, roll them, and finally catch them between her nails to send a subtle jolt of erotic pain, quickly gone even before the whimper escaped his mouth.

They sank into the grass, arms and bodies entwined, hands searching, touching, stroking, exploring. There on the soft ground, he lowered his mouth to her breast, eagerly taking in all he could hold, hungrily sucking. Then taking only her nipple, teasing with his tongue, nipping with his teeth. 

Her legs tensed and her back arched as he lowered a hand, allowing his fingers to explore and probe her. His hands stroked just so, gently and patiently. 

With her eyes closed she felt his body upon her, spreading her legs and finally entering her growing heat.

*** 

To Be Continued...

A Weekend IRL Ch. 02



The drive was taking much longer than he expected. The high winds tried their best to push the truck off the road, and the clouds threatened rain. He was glad he had put his bags in the cab with him, rather then having thrown them in the back to get drenched if he didn't start making better time. He picked up his cell phone to give her a call. He just wanted to let her know he was running late and not to worry, but the display showed those two words no driver wants to see: NO SERVICE.

"Oh, well," he muttered. "Probably a sign to keep my eyes on the road anyway." He tried to concentrate on the road, he really did, but his mind wandered. It drifted to the beginnings of their relationship, a connection born in a chat room in cyberspace. 

He hadn't really noticed her until she stood beside him at the bar. "Is there room for me here?" she'd asked. 

"Sure," he replied as she took a seat next to him to watch the show going on in the room. She intrigued him. She was a dominant, a domme. He could hardly look at her screen name and not know that. For that matter, he could hardly look at her and not see it, either. Female dommes were a rarity there.

Their conversation was benign that night as they discovered their birthdays were only days apart. Both had been born under the sign of passion, and it quickly showed itself. Greetings went from hey there, to hello kindred, to hi sweetheart, deepening in meaning as their feelings deepened in intensity. He shook his head, laughing to himself. It usually took him a long time to get to know people, and for them to get to know him. With her it had been different. The connection happened so fast that it left both of them wondering. 

He'd never actually met her face to face, but he felt like he'd touched her, held her, kissed her. Now he questioned himself, his decision to do this. He questioned the rationality of the meeting they had planned for so long. Would he be disappointed, would she? How would this change their bond? Could a friendship, although it was really much more than that, forged in a fantasy medium survive in the real world? He hoped so, but the questions left him uneasy. 

Yet, with the questions haunting his mind and the tension growing in his shoulders, he drove on. He shifted in his seat, trying to ease the muscles in his back, and rocked from his head side to side to stretch out his neck. 

"What I need," he thought, "is a good massage." A warm memory touched him, moved within him, and eased him as he felt her fingers working down his neck and along his shoulders. 

*** she: you're tense tonight he: yeah . . . work's been rough lately she: you work too much. you need a break. I worry about you. he: I know she: here, take your shirt off and sit in front of me he: *taking shirt off . . . sitting down* she: *pouring sweet almond oil into palm* she: *begins to rub neck, working thumbs along your muscles* he: purrrrrrrrrrrrrr she: you're really tight *working down your neck and on to shoulders* he: I like she*continuing down thumbs kneading along spine between your shoulders* she:*adding more oil and beginning down your back* she:feel good? he:un-huh she:good *leans over to nibble your neck* she:take off your pants and lay down he:*laying down* she:*kneeling beside you...concentrating on the muscles in your sexy butt* she:you carry a lot of tension here, don't you? he:*loud purrrrrrr* yeah I do she:you need to relax ***

Lost in the fantasy, he didn't see the turn until he'd past it. Braking hard, he turned the truck around and started down the twists and curves of the road to the lodge office, visible only by the lights showing through the windows. He pulled into the small parking area in front of the building and fought the wind to open his door. As soon as his foot hit the ground, the razor sharp gusts sliced through the jeans and shirt he wore, invading the warmth of his jacket and driving him quickly into the shelter through the office door.

He breathed into his chilled hands to warm them as he entered the room, redolent with the scent of its rustic pine floors and walls. The registration clerk greeted him pleasantly.

"I think my companion is already here," he said to the man at the desk, and he gave his name. 

"Yes, sir, she is," the clerk replied as he tried to control the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"From the look on your face, it seems perhaps you know something I don't," he said, his stare direct and his eyebrows raised.

"Oh, no," the man answered with a self-satisfied smile. "I'm sure you already know the whole shootin' match. Here's your key, sir. It's cabin 13." The clerk gave him brief directions, and pointed down the narrow lane. "It's not far, just down and around that curve to your left. Have a good weekend sir."

He took the key and started toward the door, but stopped. He turned back to catch the clerk's eye, holding the stare for an uncomfortably long time, until the poor man behind the desk hurried off to find something he could appear to be doing. Satisfied, he opened the door and made a dash back to his waiting truck and drove on toward his waiting lady. 

The swirling leaves all but obscured the road in places. As the clerk had assured him, it wasn't far, only distant enough to be completely out of sight of the office and of the other units. The gravel crunched under his tires as he pulled up to the front door and parked. He grabbed his bag from the seat next to him, steeled himself against the cold, and once again opened the door. 

He started to dart quickly toward the door of the cabin, but the light from the front window caught his attention. He stopped and looked in. This was it, the first time he'd ever truly seen her. Pictures didn't really count, he decided. She was curled into one of the big leather chairs by the warming fire. She had flooded the room with candles, and their dancing light cast a shimmering glow over the room and its occupant. He stood for a time, almost forgetting the cold, and watched. Her eyes closed and her lips parted. Softly, with one finger she traced them and smiled. He knew what she was doing, and the knowledge warmed him.

"Sometimes, when I'm alone," she'd told him, "I close my eyes, part my lips, and brush over them with one finger. When I do, I feel your kiss."

"I want to be your finger," he had answered.

"I want you to be."

Finally, the cold penetrated his consciousness. He pulled himself away from the window, walked to the door, and slid his key into the lock.



A Weekend IRL Ch. 03-04



Chapter Three

All she could do now was a wait. She had lit the candles, checked the fire, assured herself the wine was cold, and settled back into the chair to wait for him. 

She was never very good at being patient, had never even claimed to be, but now there was really nothing else to do. She sat, nestled deeper into her chair, closed her eyes, and listened to the howling winds beyond the safety of the walls around her. Her breath deepened as she floated into a memory. 

***

She lay naked on the bed, the phone pressed into her ear, listening to his voice led her through their fantasy. Her body responded as he guided her hands, heat building within her as she followed his direction.

"Our fingers entwine, as I hold your hand, moving your fingers to just the right spot. Do it for me baby. Make it feel so good. I love to watch your hands move, making tiny circles there on your swollen clit." His voice was so smooth, so sexy with his whispered words. "Slowly now, barely touching. Mmmm, yes baby. That's what I want." Her breath quickened. "I want to taste you, baby. I want to taste your pleasure. Lowering my mouth to your wet pussy, my tongue strokes slowly along your folds. Teasing your clit, flickering of my tongue on it, feeling quiver under my tongue. You taste so good baby." His voice continued as she felt his every movement. "My fingers stroke your wonderfully erect nipples, I move my mouth to suck them, gently nibbling, nipping. Pausing to kiss you, devouring your lips. As my cock slips easily into your wetness. My tongue moves deeply into your mouth as I enter you." She hung on every word, living it out as though he were there with her, touching her with his hands rather than his words.

***

Alone in the flickering lights, she thought of him. Almost unconsciously, she raised a finger to brush against her parted lips. She smiled as it brought the feel of his kiss to her as she almost lost herself again in fantasy, but a movement past the window caught her eye.

She quickly jumped from the chair and nearly flew to the door. Just as her hand touched the knob, she heard the metallic click of a key in the lock. Before the lock was turned, her hand twisted the knob, opening the door to the man she had yearned to touch.

Her smile glowed as she threw her arms around his neck and reached to kiss him. No cyber kiss this, but flesh to flesh, passion matched for passion. Pulling close to him, she felt his reaction to her, and savored it and pressed closer into him. She felt his arms around her waist and her feet leave the floor as he lifted her, crushing her to him, holding her there, and finally setting her down again inside the room. 

Gently pulling back, she really saw him for the first time. He was dressed in black, just the way he knew she liked, and stood a full head taller than herself. She took her time looking at him, beginning at his shoes and slowly working up his beautifully sculpted body, taking the time to relish the conspicuous bulge in his well fitting jeans. She enjoyed, too, his well-shaped arms and the outline of his chest visible beneath the black knit shirt he wore. She noticed the stubble on his chin, knowing how far he had driven just to be there with her. Finally, she met his eyes, knowing him instantly and intimately, and the vague doubt that had plagued her earlier disappeared. 

A grin touched her lips. "Hi, handsome," she said. "I guess you made it."

***************

Chapter Four

He hadn't even had a chance to turn his key before the knob moved in his hand, and the door opened in front of him. As quickly as he could step inside, her arms were around his neck and her lips were pressed to his. He leaned into her kiss. Encircling her waist with his arms, he dropped the bag he carried and lifted her off of her feet, holding her close, leaving no space between them. With one foot, he kicked back, closing the door to the cold and shutting out the rest of the world. He held her there for a time, enjoying at last the reality that had been only imagination. With his arms wrapped around her, he discovered that, true to her word, she didn't like to wear a bra. Her breasts crushed against him sent a jolt through his chest that traveled straight to his groin. She pressed more tightly against him. He knew she understood the affect she had on him, and he knew she would take full advantage of it. He was certain of that as she swayed her hips against his hard erection, uncomfortably constrained by his jeans.

When he finally set her down and released her, he stepped back to take the time really look at her. The tall heels she wore gave extra height to her small frame, and almost melted into the black silk covering her legs. He smiled as his eyes found the top of one of those black stockings, just visible below her short black leather skirt pulled slightly askew in their greeting. He admired the shape of her full breasts and erect nipples, obvious beneath the white silk blouse covering them. He lifted his eyes to her face, meeting her eyes in a soft gaze.

"Hi. I guess I finally made it, huh?" he said, with a roguish grin.

To Be Continued...



A Weekend IRL Ch. 05



They spoke together, their words tumbling over each other, and giggled at their timing. They had always joked about it never being quite right.

"God, I can't tell you how glad I am to see you!" she managed to say when their laughter ended. "I thought you'd never get here."

"I was beginning to wonder myself. Took a lot longer than I thought." The grin that melted her returned to his lips. "Sorry." His eyes and his smile softened, and his fingers grazed her cheek. "Pretty girl." 

They stood for a moment, lost in nervousness, not sure what to do next, and she asked, "Want some wine? I have a wonderful Riesling chilled." She started toward the table holding the wine and glasses, but his hand caught her arm and brought her back to him.

"No, sweetheart. I don't want any wine just now. All I want right now is you." His face overflowed with feeling, and his eyes burned into her. 

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her across the room to the rich softness of the waiting couch. Gently, he lowered her there and sank to his knees on the floor beside her. He brought his face close to hers as he leaned to kiss her again, softly and sensuously this time, the rushed expectation of their first kiss lessened. She reached for him, for his face, to caress his cheek and touch his brow, but he pulled away from her. He gently took hold of her hands, crossing them at the wrist and laying them together, above her head.

"Hu-uh," he whispered, "It's my turn now."

She whimpered, but left her hands where he wanted them, submitting to his desire. 

His lips brushed hers, and his tongue softly entered her mouth. Her response was the quivering breath he had hoped for. His kisses wandered across her cheek and to her ear, where he stopped to nibble, planting small, warm licks. Every touch of his lips and his tongue brought a new wave of pleasure to her waiting body. Lost in the rapture of his kisses along the curve of her neck and his warm breath against her skin, she closed her eyes to savor each touch. 

His hands and his lips wandered down her throat, tracing its soft lines to her partially open blouse. He nosed it back just far enough to tease her newly uncovered skin with his tongue, moving oh so slowly toward her breasts. As his hand cradled one breast through the thin fabric, his teeth teased the other until the wet silk clung to show every detail. He blew a stream of cool air across her erect nipples, making them as hard as pebbles. He smiled as her whimper urged him on.

"You torture me," she moaned.

"No, no torture darling," he whispered, though he knew it was.

"Yes it is . . . beautiful torture."

Drawing one breast free of its confines beneath her blouse, he lowered his mouth, taking in her breast. His tongue circled her tender flesh surrounding her nipple, stopping to gently bite the bud itself. His teasing nips and flickering tongue brought ragged breath to his willing victim. Lost in the feelings, her hands reached for him and fell onto his head.

"Ah-ah-ah." He raised his head to look at her in mock indignation "Guess I can't trust you to lay still, can I?" He quickly rose and crossed the room to where his bag had landed. Opening it, he withdrew a length of rope. "Didn't think I'd need to use this," he said.

The sight of the rope in his hands lit a moist fire between her legs. "Oh, no. Please. You don't need to do that. I'll be good. I promise." She couldn't hide the smile as she begged him not to do what she so wanted.

"But, you leave me no choice, sweetheart." He pulled the soft cotton of his rope around her wrists, knotted it loosely, and secured it above her head. "Now you'll have to be good, won't you?"

She nodded and promised, biting her lower lip and gazing at him through her long, black eyelashes. She knew the look would affect him. 

He smiled. "You're cute," he said. "You know that?"

"So are you." A smile crept to her lips.

"I know what you're doing. You're trying to distract me, but it's not going to work." In feigned innocence she assured him she would never do such a thing, but he didn't believe her.

He kissed her lips, sliding his hands down her neck and shoulders to find and slowly unbutton her blouse. He spread the fabric wide and let his hands roam freely over her. His fingers softly squeezed and rolled her nipples, and she arched her back to get closer to his touch. Gradually, his touch became rougher, building with excitement. She whimpered and moaned until her sudden gasp let him know he'd gone too far. He lowered his lips to kiss her very tender and slightly ravaged flesh.

His hands moved on to slip beneath her skirt, brushing the softness of her thighs, bare above the stockings she wore. She trembled at the stroke of his hand and squealed as he pulled back and popped one of the straps from her garter belt. She met his eyes with a playful glare, pursing her dark painted lips but soon forgot the offense when his fingers grazed her mound. His caress was warm and intensified her need for more. 

He began to stroke her outer lips, lightly tracing from one side to the other, but straying not even a bit within them. She moved to part her legs, willing him on to more, but he ignored her efforts, preferring instead to take his time and heighten her frustration. He caught her eye with a wicked grin, and she knew this was only going to happen at his pace. Her eyes begged him for more, and his smile softened. He pressed farther into her to brush his fingertips against her inner lips, already wet from the fire he built within her. Each stroke he made increased her sensitivity until she felt not only his fingertips, but each fingerprint ridge as well.

She was nearing the point of tears when his tongue touched the tip of her swollen clit. She gasped at the touch, feeling as though she might explode. His hands slid beneath her hips, pressing her to meet his mouth. His tongue ambled slowly along the side her clit, coaxing it to even fuller view, until finally settling directly on the pulsing bud. She cried out as the waves of orgasm shook her. Her scent and her taste overcame him until she begged him to stop. 

Finally, his pace slowed and his touch lightened to allow her descent. When she became still and quiet, he reached to slip the rope from her wrists and laid his head on her belly. Her hands free, she stroked his hair, and caressed his face. 

"That was fantastic," she breathed. "You're amazing."

"Naw, just wanted to please you." He laughed softly.

He rearranged her skirt and slid his body alongside hers. They lay facing and cuddled into each other. There was no talk, only the sounds of slow breath, until she wiggled out of his grasp to stand. She held her hand out to him, and when he took it, pulled him up to stand, and led him upstairs.



A Weekend IRL Ch. 06



They walked silently together, up the stairs to the loft bedroom above. The wind had turned to rain, and the rain to ice, which now sounded against the windows over the bed. The light from the fireplace below spilled into the loft over the railed edge open to the lower floor, casting a warm glow into the room. 

She led him in, stopped to face him, and easily shrugged her open blouse from her shoulders to allow it to fall to the floor. She reached back to unzip her skirt, but stopped. The knowledge of her far from perfect rounded belly and full hips, hidden beneath, made her suddenly uncertain and ill at ease. She didn't think she could stand to see disappointment in his eyes.

He watched her blouse drop, his anticipation rising, and he caught and understood her hesitancy. Placing a finger beneath her chin, he tilted her head to look up at him and met her lips in a kiss. His hands fell to her waist and slid around to meet hers. With slow control, he held her hands to ease the zipper down, releasing her skirt to land at her feet. He moved back to look at her and smiled, and in that smile she found the acceptance she needed.

She stepped out of the puddle of clothing at her feet, leaving her shoes in its center, and began to unfasten and remove her garter and stockings.

"Oh, no. Leave those on for me?" he asked catching her hands. His eyes sparkled in the fire's glow.

She smiled up, suddenly shy. "OK," she said softly.

Her hands slipped beneath his shirt, following and enjoying the contours of his chest. He purred as her fingertips brushed across his nipples. Pulling the shirt over his head, he tossed it aside. Her lips planted soft kisses across his bare chest, and her teeth playfully nipped at his hardening nipples. His eyes closed and a sigh escaped his lips as he drowned in her touch. One hand firmly planted over his heart, she pressed him back to sit on the edge of the bed, its soft down coverings turned back in anticipation. 

One by one, she pulled the shoes and socks from his feet, dropping them where she stood, unfastened his jeans, and stripped them from his legs. 

She straddled his lap and holding his head in her hands, kissed him deeply. Her fingers wrapped themselves in his hair, and she pulled him closer to kiss him harder. Her teeth caught his lower lip, gently nibbling there. Pulling his head back to expose his throat, she grazed his neck with her lips, settling her kisses in the hollow of his throat. She slowly slipped from his lap to kneel at his feet, and her lips softly moved from his throat to his chest, traveling down to circle one of his nipples with the tip of her tongue while one long red nail gently teased the other. 

She laid her hands on his chest and slowly brought them down, leaving ten red stripes from his chest to his waist marking the path of each nail. She smiled at the sight of his growing bulge, barely contained by his dark red bikini briefs. Hooking one finger beneath the waist band, she lowered them, freeing his cock, and leaned close to lightly trace the swelling with her tongue, flickering across the sensitive tip.

"Oh, god, baby. That feels so good." His moan of pleasure let her know she was making the right moves. 

"Mmmmmmm," was the only response she could give as she took him slowly and fully into her mouth, savoring his taste and the effect she had on him. Her tongue swirled about his shaft within her mouth as she drew him in and out past her lips. She quickened her pace, cradling and massaging his balls in her hand to judge his excitement level. 

His breath was quick and shallow as he focused on her movements. He gasped as she pulled away to blow cool air on his moist skin, only to cover him with her warm breath and take him back to her mouth. As she pressed deeply into his lap, he felt the back of her throat and shuddered. She looked up at him and grinned, her lips wet and shining. Her hand wrapped firmly around the base of his cock and followed her lips along his shaft as she slid him in and out in a steady rhythm. Again and again, she found the responsive gasp she wanted. As his gasps and groans became ever more intense, she slowed, allowing him only long enough to relax before finding her rhythm again. She watched carefully, easing when his release was closer, intensifying as he relaxed.

"Please don't stop," he whispered.

"No? Don't stop?" Her tone taunted him as she took her mouth from him to answer, knowing that was exactly what he did not want. "But maybe I should. You sound like you're in pain, and I certainly wouldn't want that, now would I."A devilish grin appeared on her face.

He whimpered, "Oh, please no. Please."

She was still grinning as she lowered her mouth again. Her warm breath teased him as she exhaled down his shaft, taking his balls into her mouth, and nipping at the insides of his thighs. Up his shaft, she breathed again, finally taking him deep into her throat, wrapping her tongue and lips about him, engulfing him. She slowly drew him in, and slid him out again, over and over, returning his hunger to a peak.

When he thought he couldn't possibly take anymore, and the intense pleasure verged on pain, his body was finally overwhelmed with sensation. He shuddered and moaned as the spasms overtook him, and his taste flooded her mouth. Her rhythm slowed and softened, until the wave he rode played itself out, and she laid her head in his lap.

His body quivered in response, and he reached for her to pull her body up to him. He kissed her, his tongue searching her mouth, finding his taste still there, and finally laying back, pulling her down with him. She wiggled out of her stockings, kicking them to the floor, and curled up next to him, her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and feeling the heat radiating from her body. 

She looked up at him and smiled. "Mmm, that was wonderful." Her voice was soft and sleepy. 

"Uh-huh," he agreed, "We should do it again sometime." 

She would have loved the idea, but nestled there in his arms, she was asleep. He held her close, trying to count the times he'd wished for this before deciding the number didn't matter. He had it now.



A Weekend IRL Ch. 07



She woke the next morning to find his arm draped over her and his body spooned against hers. She tried not to move for fear she'd wake him, but the coffee in the kitchen was calling her name. As quietly as she could, she slipped from under his arm and out of the bed, and padded softly across the floor to the bathroom. Her feet were cold against the tile floor, and a glance out the window above the tub told her why. During the night the ice had turned to snow, and the ground was covered in a thick, white blanket. The window had frosted almost completely over, an array of crystals working their way along the bottom and up the sides of the glass. She stood for a moment enjoying the beauty of it all, until the chill raised goose bumps across her bare skin. She grabbed her robe, pulling its soft fleece tightly around her, ran a comb through her hair and a brush over her teeth, and made her way noiselessly down the stairs.

The coffee was ready and she whispered a prayer of thanks for the man who invented coffee makers with timers. The rich aroma and the smooth taste brought her a little further out of sleep's fog. She carried her cup to the table, where last night's unopened wine now sat in what had been ice hours before. She turned to enjoy the view of the snow through the window and noticed his bag in the middle of the floor, just where it had fallen when he arrived.

"Well, he'll need that," she whispered to herself. She picked up the bag and started for the foot of the stairs when she looked up and found him leaning over the railing, naked, watching her. "Well good morning, handsome!" A smile lit up her face. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Oh, long enough," was his groggy answer. "I was just coming down for my bag."

"That's OK. I've got it. Wait a sec and I'll bring a cup of coffee with it." She knew from his sleepy eyes that the coffee would be most welcome.

She poured a fresh cup for him and finished off her own before starting up the stairs. When she reached the top, she found him back under the covers, propped up on one elbow looking at her. He grinned as she handed the steaming cup to him. "Here's your bag," she said, setting it down on the bed beside him. "I found this down there, too." She winked at him as she tossed the rope into his lap. 

He laughed, and took several slow sips of his coffee before setting the cup on the bedside table. "Hmm, wouldn't want to lose that, now would I?"

Her curiosity was piqued. "So what else you got in there?"

"Oh, just the usual stuff, my jammmies, a robe, couple of shirts, razor. You know, ordinary stuff." He grinned at her.

"That's not the stuff I'm talking about, and you know it." With her hands on her hips, she tried hard to act annoyed.

"Gee, I can't imagine what else you could be talking about," he teased.

She plopped down on the bed next to him. "Come on, please tell me. I'll make it worth your while." Her tongue slowly moved to wet her lips. She smiled, coyly biting one fingernail, and looked up at him through her lashes. 

"Hmm. Well, let's see. I have four of these," he lifted the white rope from the night before. He delved into his bag and poked through the contents. "And I have these." He pulled his hand out, dangling a set of steel handcuffs from one finger.

"And just what do you propose to do with those?" she asked, one eyebrow arched in mock indignation. 

"Maybe I'll let you decide." His hand disappeared into the bag again. "I also brought this." An evil grin crossed his face as he withdrew a black handle, followed by the strands of a wicked looking whip.

"Don't even think about coming near me with that thing, unless of course you bring it in your teeth and offer it to me." Her tone clearly said she wasn't kidding. The domme in her was shining through.

He giggled, "I know. Just had to bring it, though." He moved the bag to the floor next to him and looked at her. "Hey. No fair fixing your hair before I saw you. Now I'm just gonna have to mess it up again." He moved closer to her.

"Think so, huh?" she teased and wiggled away from him.

"Uh-huh. Definitely!" He grabbed at her, but she darted off the bed. "You're a tease. You know that?" he laughed.

She demurely batted her eyes. "It's what I do best."

"No, it isn't." He grinned and raised the covers, patting the mattress next to him in invitation. "Plenty of room in here." She bit her lower lip and smiled, giving thought to her choices before dropping her robe to slip in next to him. 

"Mmm, you're warm," she purred, easing into his arms and cuddling in next to him. "Feels so nice here." Her hands ran lightly over his body as they lay side by side.

"Oh, hell yeah. It does that." He grinned at her, pulling her closer.

She moved her leg to drape over and wrap around his hips, pulling her own hips closer still. Bringing her mouth close to his ear, the words fell softly. "I want you."

His arms tightened around her, and a hand cradled her head to pull her face to his. Their kiss was neither soft nor gentle. He pressed his mouth hard to hers, his tongue probing, searching. Her teeth caught his lip and held it firmly before letting loose. 

He pulled away, "I want you more." The words fell between shallow breaths. 

With her eyes locked to his, her answer taunted him. "Show me," she whispered, and crushed his mouth to hers again. Her kiss was demanding, provoking, carnal, and it touched him. More accurately, it reached out and gripped him, shook him to his core, and held him fast, until she pulled away to let him go. 

"Show me." She pressed him further, her eyes smoldering as she held his gaze.

In a motion, he reached out to grab her hair, entwined his fingers in the silk strands, and kissed her hard again. Her response was intense as his tongue thrust into her mouth, searching, penetrating, longing. She felt his hands roam roughly along her body, finding her breasts, round and soft in his hands, the nipples hard and red with excitement. His teeth raked down her throat and across her chest, halting at her breast which he firmly gripped, eliciting a moan. His lips and teeth teased and nipped her until she wrapped her fingers in his hair to pull his lips back to hers, their heavy and panting breath melting together. 

He pushed his weight against her, pressing her back to the mattress, and held her there with his body atop hers. As he raised himself on his arms, she slid her hands along his chest and around his back, finally gripping his well-defined shoulders. She pulled herself up to meet his lips, and raised her hips up to meet him, parting her legs in invitation. 

A devilish smile crossed her face, and she whispered into his ear. "Show me." 

Their eyes locked, and the fire between them flared. Her head fell back, and her eyes closed in intense pleasure as he plunged deeply inside of her. Far from gentle and tender lovemaking, each stroke exuded an animal urgency as he crashed repeatedly into her swollen clit. Her nails scraped down his back, her legs wrapped around his waist to pull him harder into her. Her gasped breath came out in a deep moan. 

The tension swelled within her, and she reached for the orgasm that was so close. She drew her breath in hard as it took her, rolling with waves that shook her. He moved more gently, watching her body tremble, feeling the undulations as she clenched him within her. Her breath was ragged and her head reeled as she slowly quieted. He grinned.

"My turn," she said as she pushed him over, straddling his hips, a knee firmly planted on either side. She lifted her body up from him, almost releasing his cock from her, but settled quickly back down, burying him again. With one hand, she reached back to stroke his balls, gently squeezing, just enough to make him wince slightly.

Her tempo increased. She watched his face, loving every movement, every detail, delighting in every whimper and moan. Her breasts bounced as she moved on him, and she reached up to hold them, rolling her own nipples, wetting them with her tongue, teasing him. He grabbed her shoulders and brought her down to him, taking her breast in his mouth, hungrily devouring her. She pulled away and bent to kiss his lips, before moving her mouth to his nipples. Her tongue circled each hard bud, her teeth nibbled, and her lips covered them, making him gasp.

She looked up at him, narrowed her eyes, and gave him a thin smile. She quickly moved her hands to take his wrists, pressing them down to firmly hold them against the mattress. "You're mine now," she whispered. 

"Oh my god." He breathed his words. "So hot. Oh god, baby, yes!"

"Come for me, baby. Come for me now." Her voice was commanding. "I want to feel you." His eyes opened to meet hers. She held his eyes there, whispering again, "Come for me, baby."

Holding his wrists with her hands, and his hips with her knees, she moved deliberately, quickening and slowing, matching his breathing. He filled her and she held him, tightening her wet walls. Again and again she rose and fell on him, until the release he craved took him. His body trembled, and this breath deepened and his chest rose and fell. She slowed her pace, gently and lovingly riding down with him, letting him glide softly, never falling. 

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, pulling her into a deep kiss. She relaxed her body on his, melting into him, her head on his chest to rest safely there. In time, she moved off, nestling beside him.

"So what do you want to do today, sweetheart?" she asked him.

"Oh, I kind like what we've been doing so far." He grinned at her. "I guess we can't stay right here all day?"

"I don't know about that," she giggled, "but how about I grab a quick shower, and then I'll make some breakfast. Sound good?"

"Mm-hmm." His eyes were closed and his answer sleepy.

She smiled, slipped out of bed, and headed for the shower. "Guess it won't have to be that quick," she whispered, looking down at him. She kissed his forehead, and let him sleep.



A Weekend IRL Ch. 08



His eyes reluctantly opened, just a hair at a time, and he tried to bring the numbers on the clock into focus. It was nearly noon. He turned over, expecting to find her curled up next to him, but she was gone. A cold alarm shot through him. She wouldn't just leave. He knew that in his heart, but convincing his mind seemed something else entirely. He leaped out of the bed, the cool of the room a rude interruption from the warmth of the down cocoon he'd been in seconds before. Her car was still in front of the cabin when he looked out the window, and his breath began to slow. He shook his head at himself and picked up the coffee she'd brought in earlier. His face contorted in disgust as a sip of the icy liquid hit his tongue. Grabbing his jeans from the floor where she dropped them the night before, he pulled them on and grabbed his bag before heading into the bathroom. 

It didn't take long before he was standing in the kitchen with a cup of hot coffee in his hand. He still hadn't seen her, and it puzzled him. Through the front windows, he looked outside at the blanket of white on the ground and saw them. There were footprints in the snow, little footprints. 

When he finished his caffeine fix, he pulled on his jacket and opened the front door. The small porch was drifted with the snow, a thin valley running through the middle where she had made her way through. He followed her path across the front and around the side of the cabin, enjoying the silence of the cold, crisp air and the sunlight sparkling off the crust of the snowfall. He called her name, but only silence met him.

"Hey," he yelled out when the force of the first snowball hit him in the back, squarely between his shoulders. He wheeled around just in time to see her duck behind a carefully constructed wall of snow. Her laughter carried through the trees. He took two long steps toward her hideout before his chest caught her second shot. 

"You have had it now, girl." he tried not to laugh, but that was a hopeless effort. 

"Hu-uh," she called back. "You have to catch me first!" 

She darted out from behind her protective wall, several more rounds of ammunition in her arms, and ran through the trees, only occasionally turning to fire another cold shot. He scooped up snow as he ran, molding balls in his hands and throwing them roughly in her direction. He was quickly closing the gap on her when she fired her last shot. No longer needing to duck for cover, his stride lengthened and his pace quickened until he was within reach of her. He grabbed at her, catching her in his arms. Their laughter mixed with the labored breath from the chase, and she collapsed on the ground taking him with her.

"I heard you come out," she giggled. "Been waitin for ya!"

"Yeah, I noticed." He tried to sound stern with her, but her giggling was contagious. "How long have you been out here, anyway?" He touched a finger to her bright red nose, and he cupped her flushed cheeks in his hands.

"Oh, I don't know. A while. I came out to walk through the snow and got sort of sidetracked." She looked toward her ambush cover.

"You're ornery, you know that?" he laughed.

She laid back spread eagle, moving her arms and legs to make a snow angel. "Uh-huh, I know, and you love it." When she was satisfied with her creation, she sat up and looked at him. He saw a spark of something different in her eyes as they softened. She smiled.

"Yeah, I do." He stood and took her hand, pulling her up beside him. "Come on, let's get you inside and in front of a fire." He took a step toward the warmth of the cabin.

"Not yet," she said, holding him back. "Let's walk out here. It's so pretty." 

She slipped her glove-covered hand into his and pulled him along through the bare, snow covered trees. It was quite a change from the howling winds of the previous night. Now the air was still, and the trees that had groaned in protest to the wind's relentless force now stood silent. Few birds remained, only the slate juncos scavenging for food and, somewhere in the distance, a cardinal and his mate trilling their distinctive song. They walked for a time without speaking, enjoying the companionable silence that might have been awkward with anyone else.

"Is this all real?" She finally spoke. It really wasn't a rhetorical question. She honestly wanted an answer, some reassurance that this wasn't just a dream that she might wake from and feel the loss of. 

Something in her tone caught his attention, and he turned her to face him. "Are you OK, sweetheart?" He wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer, but something inside his head forced the words from his mouth. 

Her smile was small and soft. "Yes. I'm really more than OK. It's just," she searched for the right word, "just frightening sometimes." She put her arms around his waist and pressed close to him. 

He held her there and leaned down to gently kiss the top of her head, her face buried against his chest. "Nothing to be afraid of, pretty girl. It's just me." 

"I know that, I really do, but I'm finding things inside of myself that I didn't know were there, and it scares me." She struggled to reign in her swirling emotions. "See, I've been living half in and half out of this fantasy world for so long, wanting to touch you instead of a keyboard. Now I'm all the way in, and I want to know that it isn't just fantasy, that it's all real this time."

He smiled down at her, but her hidden eyes didn't see. "I understand you." His voice was incredibly tender as he held her closer. He brought his hands to her cheeks, tilting her face up to look at him to meet her lips in a soft and gentle kiss. A shiver coursed through her body. "You're freezing out here, my dear. Come on. Let me take you inside." As he took her hand and led the way, she followed, if somewhat reluctantly.

Once inside, they stomped the snow from their shoes and left them by the door. He pulled off his jacket and then hers along with her gloves, hanging them on pegs by door. He looked at her and shook his head. "Your clothes are soaked. Your hands are nearly blue, and I'll bet, under those wet socks, your feet are too. Probably can't even feel them, can you?" 

She shrugged her shoulders like a little girl and shook her head. "No." Her socks quickly joined her shoes on the floor.

He sat her down in the chair where he first saw her (my god, was that only last night?), covered her with a blanket, and tucked it in around her. "Stay here. Please," he asked as he turned to go up the stairs. She nodded. 

She snuggled into the warmth under the blanket and smiled. It felt good to be taken care of, cared about, wanted. She heard him rustling around upstairs and wondered what he was up to, but she was sleepy and didn't want to think. Her feet began to tingle as the feeling started to come back. Then came the stinging and finally the burning of her thawing nerves. She was rubbing them when he came back down. He held his hand out to her and motioned for her to follow him, before leading her up the steps, across the bedroom, and into the bathroom with it's full and waiting tub. 

She was still shivering as he pulled the wet shirt over her head and then the wet jeans covering her trembling legs. She tried to help him, but he wouldn't let her. When all her clothes were lying in a heap on the cold tile floor, he held her shoulders to guide her into the steaming water. She blushed at the attention, but allowed herself to sit back and enjoy it. 

"Be right back. Just sit there and get warm, OK?" He lit the two red candles perched on the rim of the tub and stepped out of the door. 

The strains of soft Celtic music floated through the air, and she smiled. "Thought of everything, didn't you," she chuckled, sinking further under the warmth.

The tub was large, long enough for her to stretch out and deep enough to cover her to the neck. She closed her eyes and sank further still. She was there, relaxed, and covered to her chin when he came back into the room. 

"Join me?" and she held out her hand. "There's plenty of room."

His answer was obvious as his clothes joined hers on the floor, and he settled into the water behind her. She leaned back against him, enjoying the closeness. She felt his arms circle around her, pulling her closer, as his lips met her hair. She inhaled deeply, trying to memorize everything, the scent of the soap, the warmth of the water, the feel of his body pressed to hers. She wanted to remember each detail, knowing the time was flying much to quickly. 

Placing a hand behind her neck, he slowly lowered her head back into the water, and cupping the water in his palm, gently poured it through her hair. Total relaxation crept into her body, knowing she was safe in his care, and she chose to do something usually very difficult for her. She chose to take.

He smiled at her as he poured a small puddle of shampoo into his hand and began working it into a thick lather and through her long hair, gently drawing his fingers through the strands. A deep sigh of pleasure escaped her lips, and she luxuriated in the sensual feelings he conjured with his touch. Warm water poured through her hair once more until it ran clean and clear. With a sponge of thick and richly scented lather, he worked along each arm and leg, not missing a single toe or finger or tiny spot in between, enjoying pampering her as much as she enjoyed being spoiled by him. 

His hands glided over her skin, slick with soap, as he took his time exploring her body. They slid easily along the lower curve of her breast just beneath the surface of the water, up her chest as it rose and fell with her breath, across her collarbones where water pooled in their hollows, and down along the slope of her shoulders to her hands. She turned to face him, watching his eyes and his face. As he looked into her eyes, he felt she was seeing deeply into his heart and his soul. He brought her hands up to kiss her fingertips.

She moved her hands to cradle his face, drawing her fingers slowly along his brow, down his nose, and across his flushed cheeks before reaching for the sponge to indulge him in the luxury he had given to her. Each finger and toe was gently bathed and rinsed. She then rose to her knees before him, and taking more soap into her sponge, she began to work the back of his neck and across his shoulders, washing away burdens and tensions both. As she continued to his throat and down his chest, his arms wrapped around her and held her close. She dropped the sponge and slid down along his suds slick chest, to meet him face to face. 

Their wet bodies moved easily against each other, buoyed by the warm water around them. She felt him harden and moved her hips against him, hoping to excite him more. A soft moan, or was it a whimper, told her she had been successful. She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull herself closer, and raised her face to brush his lips, ever so softly, with her own. She smiled as she looked at him and felt like she was seeing into his soul.

"I get lost in your eyes," he whispered.

When she finally stood, the water ran from her body in a flood which lessened to streams, which in turn lessened to tiny rivulets trailing seductively down her breasts and thighs. She stepped from the tub and wrapped a thick towel around her, tucking the end between her breasts to hold it. She held her hand out to him and, when he rose, watched the water run from his body as he had watched hers. She feel the heat between her legs build as she watched each drop fall from the tip of his erection, and the sparkling droplets clinging to the dark hair surrounding it. She held a towel for him, but didn't hand it to him. Instead, she knelt at his feet and began drying his calves, working to his thighs and hips. She rubbed the soft cloth over his arms and chest and down his back. Finally, when he began to think she wouldn't, she gently folded the towel between his legs, carefully drying the remaining moisture between his cheeks and along his cock.

"All done," she said with a smile, "except for this." She held his hand close to her heart, then slowly, holding his eyes with hers, pulled it to her lips to gently suck each finger into her warm mouth, one at a time, past her lips and over her tongue, leading his mind exactly where she wanted it. "Want some lunch?" she asked as she turned and left him standing, holding his towel. "I'll see you downstairs."



A Weekend IRL Ch. 09



It wasn't long until they were in their robes and sitting together on the floor in front of a crackling fire, enjoying steaming bowls of rich, creamy soup. 

"Wonderful fire," she said. "Thank you."

"I'm very serious about my fire building, you know. Very serious. It has to be done just right." A smile stole onto his face. "Warmer now?" 

"Mm-hmm." She moved to sit between his outstretched legs, closed her eyes and leaned back against him. "I love it here. I wish it could go on forever." She wiggled back farther, pressing close to his body. 

They sat for a time, both enjoying the quiet moment of silence, neither feeling that words were necessary or even appropriate. Simply being was enough. Simply being, here in the present moment, enjoying the warmth of the fire with its smoky aroma; enjoying the sunlight filtering through the thin curtains now pulled across the windows; enjoying the companionship of one another and the sound of soft breath. Simply being.

His breath on the back of her neck began to stir her again. She turned to see his face, her legs draped over his. Her robe, loosened by her movement, fell open at the neck and slid from her shoulders and partially down her arms. She grasped it just as it exposed the top of her breasts, pulling it close but not bothering to pull it back up. She caught his eye and leaned only slightly toward him, parting her lips to encourage his kiss. 

He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, taking her face with his other hand, and drew her to him. She relaxed into the crook of his arm, allowing her head to fall back to expose her throat. His kisses wandered down along her neck to find the hollow of her throat, and his hand slipped within her robe to brush her hardening nipples. A whimper escaped her lips as he pushed the cloth from her body.

"You're incredible," she told him, her voice only a whisper. 

His only response was a smile as he lowered her to the floor, and stretched his body out next to hers. She laid her fingers on the knot at his waist, opened it, and slipped the robe from his shoulders to expose the body she craved. Her hands stroked softly down his chest, enjoying his smooth skin and defined muscles, and loving the effect of her touch on his nipples as her fingers slowly circled them before taking hold to softly tweak the sensitive skin. He moaned in pleasure at her touch.

"You absolutely drive me crazy. You know that?" He asked, although he knew she knew it, and he knew she loved it, and if he had any doubt of that the grin on her face would have erased it.

He felt her moving closer to him, pressing the length of her body against his, enjoying the feeling of her breasts flattened against his chest, and her mound pressing into him. His hands slid along her hips. Moving his hand between her legs, he slowly and gently slipped one, and then two fingers into her wetness. Her eyes closed, her breath became ragged, and her body flushed with excitement. He loved it that he could turn her on so easily, so quickly. His fingers probed deeply, and he brought his thumb down to circle against her clit. Her sigh of complete pleasure delighted him. 

His yet free hand slipped beneath her, cupping the curves of her behind, kneading and stroking. His fingers, wet from her juices, tentatively moved down between her cheeks to brush across the tight hole there, pressing gently as if asking permission to continue. He watched her face. She shivered in excitement, smiled at him and moved against his finger to encourage him. He pressed further, sliding through her anal ring and as deeply into her as his long fingers would reach. He moved with gentle strokes against the soft tissue, watching her face for her lead. She wasn't shy about telling him what to do.

"More, baby, give me more," she whispered to him, and he slid another finger within her. The minutes passed, and he loved each one, responding to her direction, seeing her wiggle under his touch, knowing what he did to her. It excited him, and the more he watched her the harder he became.

She wanted him. She wanted to feel him move within her, but . . .

She crooked her finger to call him close. When his face was close to hers, when she could feel his breath, she moved her mouth close to his ear and whispered. "What do you want?" 

He was silent for a moment, then answered, "You know what I want."

"Oh? Do I?" She teased him.

"Yes, you do. Please." He had trouble finding the words.

"Nope. Some things you have to ask for." She giggled at his reluctance, enjoying watching him squirm.

"We've talked about this before, sweetheart." He tried to ask without asking as the color crept into his face.

"Come on. Gonna make you say it." She wasn't giving in, not for love nor money.

"You are so bad." The words came out, but so did his smile. "OK, I want you. I want to slip into your ass. I want to cum with you there, and send you into the hardest orgasm you've ever felt, finally collapsing on top of you."

Her eyebrows rose into her hairline. "Oh, my, the way you talk!" She smiled at him and her eyes laughed as she turned and pressed her back to his chest and wiggled her hips closer. 

She felt his cock behind her, hard between them, and she felt his breath grow shallow. Reaching between her legs, she took his cock in her hand guided him into her wet slit. He moaned in pleasure at being inside her again, and they moved together, his hands grasping her hips, pulling her back onto him. 

He whimpered in surprise when she suddenly moved forward, pulling away from him. She pulled herself up to her knees, her arms folded against the rug and her head resting easily against them.

"Now," she whispered with a smile. "Come here."

He moved behind her, taking time to allow his hands to travel along the curves of her body, the slope of her back as she waited for him, and finally gliding across her cheeks raised toward him. His hand shook slightly as he grasped the base of his cock, slick with her own wetness, and guided the tip to the tight opening of her ass before him. He pressed firmly into her as she closed her eyes to relax further. Just as he entered, he heard a gasp as a moment of sharp pain caught her. He stopped, allowing her time to slowly adjust. Bit by bit, they came together, until she could feel his hips pressed tightly against her own. 

With long slow strokes, he moved into and out of her, enjoying every moment and marveling at the softness that enveloped him. She raised herself on her hands so that she could move with him, match his tempo, heighten his pleasure. With one arm wrapped around her waist, he pulled himself into her, the other hand finding its way to her pussy. He stroked her aching clit, lightly touching and firmly rolling it between his fingers, and wandered in and out of the hot and wet opening below it. She moaned her pleasure as the combination of sensation nearly drove her wild.

Their bodies shone in the light of the fire as moisture beaded on their skin. She raised her head, shaking the hair from her face and turning toward him as far as she could. She could barely brush his lips and run her tongue over them. 

Murmurs, sighs, and moans hung in the air around them as they were both lost in pleasure. Whispered words passed between them. An 'oh god, yes' and a 'feels so good' mixed together with 'oh, baby' and 'so close'. Their breathing shallowed and raced, becoming more of a pant than a breath. His fingers dug into her hips as hers clutched fur below them.

At the point he believed he couldn't hold back a second longer, he felt her body tense and her breath stop. 

"Now" she groaned, "Come with me now."

With a final stroke, he pressed into her again, sending them both tumbling over the edge, with trembling hands and shaking limbs. Wave after wave passed through them, until neither had any strength left and they collapsed onto the floor, together. 

As their breath slowly returned, to normal, and the shuddering of their bodies finally passed, he brushed the hair from her face and purred softly in her ear. She giggled quietly, and, curled into each other, they slept.



A Weekend IRL Ch. 10



When he opened his eyes again, the sun was making its way down to the horizon. The reds, golds, pinks and purples were just beginning to show themselves reflected in the low and wispy clouds. He raised himself onto one elbow, looked at her lying there next to him and decided that nothing outside could look any better than the lady sleeping there beside him. Her hair fell softly across her face, and her lips were parted and barely moving, hinting that she held a secret she wanted to tell but didn’t want to let out. Her hands laid beneath her cheek, palm to palm as in prayer. The robe draped over her body did nothing to hide her silhouette, but only accentuated it with a hint of mystery. 

He leaned down to kiss her neck. Her eyelids fluttered at his touch and a smile crossed her lips. She looked up at him through sleepy eyes, and her smile widened.

“Oh, good,” she said with a yawn. “I was hoping it wasn’t all just a dream.” 

She stretched her arms above her head, her body in fluid motion as she stretched each muscle awake. As she moved, the robe fell away from her, the sudden air on her nipples bringing them erect. He watched her, enjoying her movements, her body, her aura. She rolled her head toward him and found him staring at her. Her nose wrinkled as she grinned at him. "What?" she asked with a giggle. 

"Nothing," he replied. "Just enjoying the view."

She bit her lower lip and blushed. "Thanks."

"Oh, no," he said. "I meant the sunset." He pointed out the window behind him and laughed.

She glared and stuck her tongue out at him. He quickly leaned over to capture that little pink tongue in his mouth, sucking gently on it while his hands brushed along her body.

“No,” she whimpered. “Please no more. I can’t handle it again right now. You’ve worn me out, and I’m starved.” She laughed as she chided him. 

“Hmm, I have something you could eat,” he said, but she was already up, had scooped up her robe, and was headed into the kitchen, throwing a look at him over shoulder.

In the kitchen, she pulled out the makings of an Italian dinner. “Wanna help?” she called to him. 

“Sure. What can I do?” She was surprised to hear his answer coming from immediately behind her, but not surprised to feel his mouth against her neck, nuzzling back to the tender spot hidden beneath her hair. He planted kisses there, and she felt her knees go weak and her juices begin to flow. He pulled her closer, pressing his body to hers. “I like this,” he said. “Lets me get right at that little spot on the back of your neck.”

She tried to wiggle away, but he held her firmly to him as he nibbled in just the right place. She gasped as he found her hot button hidden there. “I never should have told you about that,” she whimpered, although she nestled back closer into him.

Knowing he didn’t have to hold her there any longer, his hand slipped down between her legs. “But, my dear, you seem to like it.” He didn’t even try to hide his amusement.

“Oh, no. Please stop.” Not that she really wanted him to stop, but she really was hungry.

He chuckled in her ear and whispered, “Just wanted you to know what I was thinking. Wouldn’t want you to feel ignored.”

She laughed at that thought. “I don’t think you need to worry about that. I have no doubt in my mind as to what you’re thinking. Now, will you wash up and make the salad?” She handed him a knife and pointed toward the brightly colored vegetables on the counter. 

He winked at her as he took the knife from her hand and began doing as she asked. While he was busy with that, she sliced a french loaf, buttered and wrapped it and slid it into the oven along with a foil wrapped pan. 

“What’s that?” he asked. 

“I told you I make a mean lasagna,” she grinned at him, “but I didn’t want to spend that much time cooking, so I just made it at home. I’d much rather do other things with that time.” He liked the sound of that. She opened the refrigerator and removed the bottle that didn’t even get opened the night before. “Want some wine?”

With all the prep work done for the night’s supper, all that was left was the waiting. They sat together on the couch in front of the fire, renewed by his addition of more wood, and shared the bottle until the timer signaled that dinner was ready. 

Over good food and soft candlelight, they talked more than they had since they both arrived. They spoke of jobs and families, dreams for the future and interests of the present. They shared day to day happenings and frustrations, and they laughed. Oh, they laughed. They watched each other’s eyes, touched hands, listened to voices and caught nuances. It was the one thing they had wanted from this weekend more than anything else. 

When the table was empty and their stomachs were full, they moved back to the fire. She relaxed against his chest, his arms circling her shoulders and his lips grazing her neck. Their glasses were refilled and, as the bottle slowly emptied, the mood in the room grew deeper with an undercurrent of emotion, until they found themselves staring silently into the flames, each lost in their own thoughts. Each was wrapped in the ponderings of what was and what wasn’t, what could and couldn’t be, of things said too soon and those left unsaid for too long. She felt his thoughts as he felt hers, each knowing the essence if not the substance of the other’s musings. And then he felt a tear fall gently on his hand, as something touched her soul.

She turned in his arms so that she could face him, see his eyes again, watch his mouth move with each word. Putting her arms around his neck, she brought her lips up to his, brushing gently at first, barely touching, then softly slipping her tongue between his lips. Softly, slowly, tenderly she allowed her lips to wander along his jaw and down his throat before moving back to kiss his lips again. She pressed her cheek to his, raising her mouth to his ear. Only her breath was heard.

He held her to him, watching her emotions play out on her face. His own conflict rose within himself as heart and mind clashed, catching soul between them. His eyes darted back and forth as he searched for answers, but cast down when he found none there. Despite the cacophony inside of their minds, all in the room stayed silent, save for the crackling and popping of the flames dancing across the logs. It was enough, just then, to simply be together. 

He leaned his head back, relaxing, his eyes closed, until he felt her move. He thought at first that she was getting up, but instead she stood for only a moment, just long enough to reposition herself to straddle his lap. When she sat, her eyes level with his, she searched them deeply. 

“You know,” she started, “there are a lot of things I’ve wanted to say when we were finally together in the same time and space.” She gave a small smile, her eyes turned down, suddenly shy. “Sometimes, when we were apart, I’d think of all sorts of things I wanted to talk to you about, but when I got the chance, it seemed they all just flew out the window. I guess just being cyber-together was enough sometimes.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean, baby,” he answered. “I do that too.” His smile melted her heart.

She laid her head on his chest, thoughts drifting past, some floating slowly, other dashing.

He leaned his head toward her. “You’re thinking. I can feel you.”

“Uh-huh.” She didn’t say anymore.

“What are you thinking about?” His voice was warm and soft.

“Oh, nothing in particular. Just hopping from thought to thought, kinda like stepping stones in a stream.” She kept her head against him and her eyes hidden, but she knew it wouldn’t work. The clock ticked off its seconds and soon she felt his hand beneath her chin, raising her face to his and watching her eyes.

“Talk to me, sweetheart. We’ve always been open with each other. That’s important to me.” His voice coaxed her out of her shell. He knew she retreated there when she was afraid, but she was safe here.

She blinked slowly, averting her eyes and biting her lower lip to end its trembling. After taking her breath deeply in and letting it go in a tightly controlled, steady stream, she raised her lips to his ear and whispered, so softly he had to strain to hear her.

“I love you.” The words finally left her lips. 

She held her breath, waiting for his reaction, afraid to look into his eyes for fear of what she might find, but needing to see every subtle bit of thought that crossed his face. Time stopped moving for her, while she waited and wondered and forced herself to meet his eyes. She didn’t have long to wait, although to her it seemed like an eternity. His strong arms pulled her close, crushing her against him, holding her tightly.

“I love you, too.” His lips captured hers in a deep, hard, soul-searching kiss. Her head began to swim and she felt the flood of emotion work its way through her, threatening to burst out and drown her. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to quell its rising, to force it back into its box only to let it go when she was ready. She looked into his eyes and saw a mirror of her own, and smiled.



A Weekend IRL Ch. 11



They stayed there together as the fire slowly waned and died, holding on to each other as if afraid to let go, neither wanting to allow the moment to come to an end. They held tightly, kissed softly, and all but melted into one being. Finally, with one mind, they rose. He quickly nabbed the remaining bottle of wine and their glasses and followed her quietly to the bedroom.

This would be their last night together. They both knew it, were both saddened by it, but both treasured it as a priceless gem. 

He brought the red candles from the bath, setting them on the dresser and lighting them before starting the music, the soft strains of a lone Celtic flute. She stood and watched, warming and smiling at the smallest details that he remembered and tended to: the candles, the music, the wine. He was making it perfect for her . . . for them. 

Returning behind her, he wrapped his arms around her, slowly loosening the knot at her waist to allow the soft fabric of her robe to fall open. His hands brushed against her belly and traveled gently up to her breasts to softly caress her trembling flesh. He took his time, allowing his warm breath to wrap around her throat, nuzzling through her hair to find that sensitive place on her neck, and gently nibbling at her ear, and all the while whispering his love again and again.

She had no strength to stand on her own, but leaned against him for support, allowing him to take her anyplace he wished. She trembled at the touch of his hands, sighed at his breath so warm against her throat and shoulder, shuddered at the feel of his lips, and grew dizzy at the words he whispered in her ear.

They moved together, swaying to the gentle melodies in the air, as he held her to him, his chin on her shoulder, pressing his head to hers. She turned in his arms to face him. Her hands flowed across his chest through his robe, coming to rest on its knotted belt. Her fingers worked easily to release it. Her arms slid around him, pulling his bare flesh close against her own. He looked down at her, and his heart filled with tenderness as his fingertips gently brushed over her lips, traced the contours of her face, and eased through her hair. Her head fell back as she became lost in sensation. Holding her face in the palms of his hands, he pulled her lips toward his, meeting them in a deep and sensuous kiss. His tongue slipped between her lips covered by his own. 

Releasing his hold of her face, his hands moved slowly down her neck to her shoulders, pushing the robe to fall to the floor at her feet and shrugged off his own to land with hers. His arms around her swept her up as he carried her to their bed, breaking his kiss only when he softly set her down, and joined her where she lay. 

She moved against him as he eased in beside her. Her fingers trailed across his chest, playing against his nipples as her fingertips passed over them, traveling on to stroke down to his belly and back up his sides to his shoulders. He felt every movement she made, each touch moving him, thrilling him. He smiled. She always knew just how to get his full attention. 

She moved from his side, crawling atop him, her knees resting on either side of his hips. He closed his eyes, his mind filling with images. He inhaled and was surprised by the heady aroma of almonds as she poured oil into her palm, warming it between her hands before smoothing across his chest. 

He relaxed under her touch, enjoying each movement of her hands, each brush of her fingertips, as she worked along his body, coaxing tension from each muscle, drawing stresses out. Her hands traveled lovingly down his arms to his hands. She lifted each hand and held it close to her heart, massaging his palms and fingers, kissing the tip of each finger as she finished it. She worked deeply, softening her touch as he relaxed, until only the tips of her fingers whispered across him.

When he opened his eyes, he found her staring at him, a slight smile at her lips. He reached for her, pulling her down, holding her close, pressing her to his chest, still shining in the candlelight. She reached to touch his face, running her hands lightly over his closed eyes, his lips, learning to see him by braille to better remember when he was gone. He felt her nuzzle against his neck, felt her kisses along his jaw, felt her nipping beneath his ear. He felt the red silk of a blindfold cover his eyes.

"Oh my," he purred. "I like that."

"Really, what else do you like?" She felt his response under her hips. 

She raised herself onto her knees and moved back just enough to bring herself over his shaft, and slowly lower onto it, engulfing him within her. She moved slowly, deliberately, rocking back and forth on him. With his sight momentarily taken away, his attention was channeled into his other senses. The fragrant almond oil smelled sweeter, more intoxicating. The sound of the music and that of their breath mixed more fully. The touch of her body on his burned deeper into his consciousness. Every move of her hips stroked him with softness. She bent her head and swept her hair across his chest, following it with light kisses and sending a tremor down his spine. He began to press up into her, but as he did she pulled away. He whimpered, loving her control of him. 

"Huh-uh," she whispered. "Relax." She pressed her hands once again to his chest, stroking in tempo with the movement of her hips. Her movements grew more intense, and he moaned in pleasure. She leaned down once again, close to his body, and gently nibbled his chest. He was lost in it all and felt his excitement level build with every touch, as she focused everything on his pleasure. He felt her breath, hot against his skin raising a chill as it passed. 

His hands stroked gently against her thighs, brushing along her hips and up the sides of her body. She took his hands and pulled him to sit with her as her legs wrapped around his hips and her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. 

He pushed the blindfold from his eyes to fall to his pillow, blinked to readjust his eyes to the soft light, and smiled at what he saw. He looked at her face, caught in the candle's glow, and watched the subtle changed in the shadows as the flames flickered around them. She moved a hand behind his head and pulled his mouth toward her own, barely brushing her lips over his. His hand slipped through back of her hair to pull her closer and bring their kiss deeper, heightening the torrid craving between them. They moved together with building need, holding each other close and warm, as their hips rocked faster and harder. 

She leaned hard to one side, pulling him down onto the bed and onto herself, giggling as they fell. She loved the feeling of his weight on her and of his swelling inside her. He laughed with her, until he lowered his mouth to her throat. She felt his teeth against her skin, nibbling along her throat and up the side of her neck to her ear. His tongue slowly traced the outline of her ear, seductively nipping along the way. 

They moved together, letting their lovemaking heighten and calm as their natural rhythms converged. They took pleasure in the sometimes hard and even rough fervor as it swept over them, the tender and soft rapture of complete fusion of body, mind and soul, and the moments of rest and simple closeness.

Late into the night, they finally curled up together, still and spent. They lay facing each other, neither wanting to sleep but rather hold onto the seconds slipping away. Whispers, soft words, and giggles past between them until neither could hold their eyes open a second longer. Then, in the stillness of what had become for them a microcosm of existence, an island of refuge from the real world, they held each other close and slept.



A Weekend IRL Ch. 12



Saying goodbye had always been the hardest part of their time together. Neither ever wanted to be the one to end it, but life and its obligations always pulled them apart and back to reality.

"I don't want to go," he whispered.

"I know. I don't want you to either." Her voice shook as she held back the first tear. She laid her head on his chest, enjoying their last few moments before pulling away and meeting his eyes. "I want to hold you and stay here in our fantasy." Her words edged past the lump growing in her throat. "But we can't, can we. We have to go back to the real world, don't we."

"Damn," he muttered. "There's just never enough time for us." She saw the raw emotion across his face.

"Go. You have to."

Standing together at the door, he wrapped his arms around her one last time, and their lips met in a final kiss. She melted into him, letting herself simply dissolve. When they finally, and very reluctantly, parted, she held on to the door to steady herself as he picked up his bag to leave.

"I'll be on-line tomorrow night if you can be there," he said, stopping just beyond the door, his voice overflowing with feeling.

She smiled with trembling lips. "I'll look for you."

"I'll find you. I promise." He threw his bag into the cab, but looked back a final time, turned and rushed back to her. 

He held her tight and whispered, "It isn't goodbye, pretty girl." His voice caught in his throat. "It's just until next time. We will be together again. I promise you." He tenderly kissed the top of her head before walking away. Finally, he climbed into the truck, closed the door, and pulled away. 

She listened to the gravel crunch beneath his tires, although muffled this time by the blanket of snow. She held tightly to the heavy door to anchor herself in place, afraid she would run after him, beg him not to go, to stay with her, or to take her with him. But she knew that would not to be, even could not be. When she could no longer see the red of his tail lights, she quietly shut the door and walked with careful steps to the chair where she had waited for him only 36 hours before. She gripped the arm of the chair, her nails digging into the leather, for fear that her knees would give out, before she finally collapsed onto its cushioned seat and allowed the arms there to replace the ones she just left. Overcome with the knowledge that nothing would ever be the same, she began to cry. She cried for loss she felt in her heart, for the pain she knew she would carry in the days to follow. 

The tears spilled down her face and into her hands and her lap in a seemingly endless stream until they finally ran dry. She scolded herself, knowing that was just the opposite of what he would want. He would much rather she spend her time celebrating the hours they were together rather than mourning the moment they had to part. She looked around the room, which seemed so bare now that everything had been packed up and loaded, to count the memories made in such a short time and to ponder the cherished moments. Her eyes stopped on the rug by the fireplace, her body responding to the memory of excitement as he knelt behind her. She smiled as her eyes traveled to the couch, and she again felt his rope around her wrists and again heard his whispered words of love. She could have spent hours just sitting there and remembering, but as they had agreed, it was time to go back to the real world. She mechanically pushed herself out of the chair, her legs suddenly feeling so tired, and gripping the rails for assistance, pulled herself up the stairs to do a final check for anything left behind. 

The flickering of a single red candle beside their bed caught her attention as the entered the room. She was puzzled, certain that she hadn't left it that way, and moved across the room to put it out, but stopped. Her heart raced and her head swam as she understood. There on her pillow, she found two perfect and dark red roses laying side by side. She reached her hand out to brush her fingertips along their velvety petals, and lifted them to inhale their fragrance, and a smile captured her face even as a tender warmth flooded her heart.

And so softly that even the spirits surrounding her could barely grasp the one word as it left her lips, wrapped in a smile and glow from within she whispered . . .

"Soon."