0 comments/ 10511 views/ 0 favorites Storm By: Athena A storm broods over the Pacific Ocean. Black, brooding clouds fill the sky. Thunder crashes across the ocean and lightening illuminates the sky. A lone car can be seen winding along PCH. The woman driving the car does so absentmindedly. Handling its twist and turns as easily as one strolls through their home. She speeds without thought to the wet road. Her body responding to the storm as a lost lover. As a child she played upon the beaches shores, building sandcastles and waging wars; winning most and losing when it was convenient. As a young teen, she walked the shores in a sexy blue bikini; smiling smugly as she pretended not to hear the cat calls. Haughtily, she felt herself swell with pride. As a young woman she experienced her first lovemaking here; the sky as her roof, the wet sand as her bed. She remembers the weight of her lover's body on top of hers; remembers pretending it was the ocean's spirit inside of her instead of her lover's organ. She matched each thrust in synch with the waves crashing against the shore. She sees the familiar neon lights up a head, VACANCY, waving to her like an old friend. As she pulls into the parking lot and opens the car door, the salt air hits her and she feels herself weaken. She struggles to walk into the office and sees a man as old as time. He sits behind the counter and watches a TV that is even older. He hands her a worn key in exchange for a look into her eyes. He sees her lust and remembers for a moment, what desire felt like. She turns and walks out. As she reaches her room, she glances over at the storm, feeling it call to her. Upon entering, she sheds her clothes without ceremony and slides a thin gown over her shoulders in a slow caress. She stands in front of the window and stares out into the sea. As the waves swell and crash violently on the beach, her breast rise and nipples harden. At the lightening screams across the sky, her vagina contracts and moistens. She opens the window to hear the raging force around her and to smell the harsh salt air. She reaches down and caresses her burning flesh. She matches once again the oceans tempo and feels the waves wash over her. She mentally wills her lover to come to her and cries out his name in desire. She screams it loudly into the night and hears it rock against the wind. Her body tenses as weakness feels her. Without explanation, she feels his presence behind her. Leaning back against his chest, so possessively he wraps his arms around her. As he kisses the curve of her neck, she shudders in climax. As he wrapped his arms around her, he felt her desire and rode with her. He has known her from the moment of her conception, tucked safely in her mother's womb. He felt her first heart beat like an earthquake rocking his soul. He is neither man nor god, but has come to her as both. He is a force of nature, a moving, driving spirit. He calls to her in his thunderous voice and illuminates the way with lightening. He watched her as a child; giggling with her bright yellow sand bucket and matching shovel. She made endless trips to the water's edge, delicately filling her bucket with water. She lamely tired not to get her toes wet and would squeal in mock protest at the tide's return. She would run back to her spot on the beach spilling more than half of what water she managed to capture. She attempted to turn the sand into mud to build a stronger castle. Oh, how he laughed each time the waves flattened her castles. While she cried out in vain as if to stop them. Once, in a particular moment of preservation, she laid her body in front of the castle. She had pointlessly hoped to block the water's destruction. Instead, only filling her belly with salt water and her eyes with tears. He had hoped she would learn the "temporariness" of things and build a solid foundation for herself. But in the meantime, he could not help but laugh. As a young teen he had watched her and came to her many times as a sun surfer. Stealing kisses from her under the pier. He marveled at how she filled out her bikini and the firmness of her tan body. She would giggle so shyly, so sweetly. He once commanded the ocean and the wind to dance with her, the water pulling her suit off and the wind to carry it away. His delight was overwhelming, watching her scamper around naked, running for her suit. Blushing and romping about aimlessly. As a young lady she brought her lover to the sandy beach and lay with him. He entered this bumbling one and took physical possession of her for the first time. He felt her heartbeat and blood rage. Her body was swollen and ripe with desire under his weight. He felt her awaken under his touch. Her innocence and beauty exposed to him. He guided her spirit to the place of lovers and let her run free. He knew she loved him and would always love him, even though he was beyond her comprehension Over the years and into her adult life she had come to him often. She would walk the sandy beaches, searching for him. She eagerly sought him out to celebrate her triumphs or unburden her soul. She danced under the moonlight on her wedding night, sharing her joy with him, and seeking his blessing. Years later, she mourned her greatest loss here, in solitude with him. He called the wind and the sea and sky and raged a magnificent storm in her honor. Somehow knowing this would free her. He also knew she came here in search of herself. She struggled to sort out who she had become in contrast to who she was once was; struggled with her desires, torn apart by them. As her climax subsides and her brain is powerful enough to command her muscles to move, she turns in his arms and faces him. Looking into his eyes, she knows that she is home and that she is safe. He drops his hands to her waist and effortlessly picks her up and carries her to the bed. "You have not come to me in quite awhile, My Athena" he chides her gently. "I have been forced to lay havoc on the earth to draw you to me." She smiles despite herself, loving the sound of her name on his lips. "You have outdone yourself tonight, My Lord, this power I have not seen before." He laughs inwardly, but says nothing, knowing the depths of his power and what little she understands. The storm outside matches the one in her soul and tonight he will release her. He sits on the side of the bed and quiets his mind as he searches within her to pinpoint her torment. Her love for him is unfaltering but something is not right. It is as if a piece of her is missing. He lays a tender hand over her breast and cups the softness, searching for the rhythm of her heartbeat underneath it. When he finds the force that pushes her blood throughout her body; he closes his eyes and loses himself into its rhythm. It beats strong and steadily under his hand, but without pleasure. His face darkens as he feels the struggle that weighs upon her soul. He has never been able to understand her self-doubt, her needless worry about those around her. She is a woman that loves and loves completely, but has never been able to accept the hardness of another's heart. She torments herself with their actions, as if it is her failing that she can not make those she loves happy all the time. He has watched her become more like a chameleon over the years. Changing her desires to meet those around her until she no longer remembers them herself. But they lay deep within her, struggling to come out and she is exhausted trying to suppress them. It would be useless to tell her that those who love her; love her because of her desires, not in spite of them. It would be just as foolish to tell her that they grieve in her self-torment. He must find a way to show her and let her come to accept it on her own. He draws her into his embrace and holds her close to his heart. As she feels his powerful rhythm take over her own, she trembles. She only feels safe when she is in control and surrendering to him is not as easy as it once was. She sub-consciously fights against him, willing her mind to overpower her spirit. But as her blood pumps and rushes threw her veins it lends to such a peaceful feeling. She clings to him tightly, afraid to let go of him, afraid to let go of herself. This fear that haunts her, he does not understand. But he clutches her tighter into his embrace and whispers cooing words of reassurance. As the last traces of deviance leave her, her body stills and breathing calms. She is in his care and the fear evaporates. He lays her down and looks deeply into her eyes. He searches to see what she sees. He is saddened by her pain; but determined to draw it out and release it. "My sweet Athena, tell me what has caused your heart to hide, tell me if you know." A single tear crosses her lash as she looks at him in frustration. "I do not know, but I can not escape it." He lies down beside her and pulls her against his chest. Wrapping his arm around her and holding her securely, he feels her hide beside him. Even in his arms, the arms that have held her a thousand times, she can not be free. It is then that he realizes what her burden is. She is afraid of herself. She is afraid of what she might do if she allows herself to feel what she has bottled up inside her. He leans over and kisses her gently, bringing her lips to his own. As he breaths life into her with the power of the wind, she weakens instead of strengthens. He does not relent, but calls upon the wind that roams the earth to come to him. As the whirling power surrounds them she holds onto him tighter and presses her lips against his, creating a vacuum without escape. He holds her close and feels her strengthen. He lowers her head and kisses her neck, suckling the skin until she can not separate the pounding of her heart from the tonguing on her neck. Her body is alive and almost as charged as the lightening that crashes against the sky. She feels a need she can not name and a hunger that only grows. He rolls her on to her back and covers her body with his own. He is a blanket she wraps around herself that soothes and seduces, comforts and caresses until she would rather smother herself within him, than let go of him. He leans down and cups her breast within his hand, squeezing it gently until the nipple pulses with her heartbeat. She closes her eyes and rolls her head from left to right on the pillow; this trance she feels overwhelms her and tears form in her eyes. He moves from breast to breast, teasing and coaxing until his slightest touch sends currents of pleasure throughout her body. As his mouth nourishes her breast, inspiring the desire that burns inside her, he lowers his hands to her belly. Grasping her sides, he strokes her meticulously. Every inch of her soft flesh feels the strength of his hand. She is the most vulnerable here and his attention never waivers. He slides his fingers, delicately but firmly in between her ribs and glides them up and down while the tip of his tongue traces a straight line from her xiphoid to her pelvis. He feels her tensing as this pleasure pushes her too far towards the edge of complete surrender. "Athena, you must let it go" he whispers to her, "You can not have both. You can hold onto your fear and this desire at the same time." She knows his words are true and once again wills herself to be steady, but it takes the constant motion of his hands coupled with the sucking sensation on her waist to give rise to abandonment. The tears that threatened her before flow freely as the sweet release washes over her. He slips his hand in between her legs and searches for her ache. He finds it throbbing angrily, enraged at having been so long denied. His own desire grows and the world outside suffers for it as he represses it. The thunder rocks and rages across the sky without mercy, as the wind propels the rain to penetrate the ground. The ocean is the only force that is happy as it swells and swirls and crashes against the shore. Athena can hear her heartbeat in tempo with the slamming of each tides return. The warmth between her legs is now fire and the creamy offerings of her vagina simmer against her sex as if it might bubble. As he slips his finger inside her, she bucks off the bed in one violent jerk. She sits straight up and reaches for him. He sees that the fire in between her legs matches the ones in her eyes. Athena pulls him towards her demandingly, but he contents himself with his work. Pushing her back gently to the bed, he has no intent in giving into her so easily. He pumps his fingers into her and tastes of the cream she has so determinedly guarded. She lays back and writhes under his administrations. Her own hands pinching the blood out of her nipples only to find them completely filled as she releases her grip. She tosses her head back into the pillow and shakes it from side to side, while arching her back and thrusting her hips against his fingers. Her eyes closed tightly as her moans grow louder and she loses herself over and over. Her desire has turned to passion and she gives into it freely as she lets go of whom she thinks she should be and embraces who she is. Storm Humid weather had always reminded Brian of sex. Moist, humid, hard to breathe; like he always felt afterwards. Everything soaking wet, but it hadn't been raining. The air was thick enough to see. Brian loved and hated this kind of weather; he felt like the weather was reflecting his post-coital moods. Everything was slow and sluggish, but his heart was still racing, like the low beats of thunder in the distance on a humid pre-storm day. The sweat beaded on his lip; the moisture condensing on the glass windows he passed. The quiet yet determined thumps of his boots hitting the pavement; the cracks of lightning in the distance. The thunderstorm itself was the climax of a humid evening, and Brian was always disappointed when the humidity faded away without an explosive ending. The disappointment and pain of it raced through his body whenever it happened, but he knew he would not be disappointed this time. The lightning striking in the distance assured him of that. The streets were empty, the people anticipating the coming storm, and heading for shelter. Brian was oblivious to it, and stalked into the alley. It was dark and there were bottles on the ground. The thunder was coming closer, and Brian knew he would soon be seeing the display of the lightning and thunder joining together. Their dance of crackling light and explosive sound, the primal and primordial mix that instilled fear in the hearts of the ancients. Brian leaned against the brick wall, and waited for the lightning to catch up with the thunder. He knew it would be soon, it always was. And as it started to drizzle, he felt the touch of fingers, light upon his exposed neck. Soon...a tongue of lightning met the solid wave of thunder, and he felt the touch on his neck. The awe as the lightning webbed across the sky, the fingers untucking his shirt. The pain as the lightning struck something, and the fingernails scraped up his stomach. It wasn't raining, but it soon would. The cold lips pressed against the column of his throat as the ground shuddered with the crashing of something heavy. The wind started to whip, but all Brian could feel was the fingers on his hips, the lips on his collarbone, the thunder rolling through the sky. The sky began to leak its load, not steady, not trusting itself, slowly. Faster and faster until he thought he would cry out to the lightning overhead with the pressure he felt. It was growing, it was becoming more and more powerful, but it would not rain, and the lightning crackled with anger as the pressure let up slightly. The thunder subdued, and Brian shuddered with the pain of the pause in the relentless waves of pleasure and thunder. He fought to keep his eyes open, looking into the cloudy depths of the eyes in front of him. The pale streaks of lightning fanning out around the face, and the sweat beaded on his brow. And Brian looked at the storm gathering in front of him, the storm raging above him, but it was a dry storm. There was no rain, and Brian needed it to rain. The fingers wrapped around him, the face lowering. The wet warmth of the man in front of him closed around him, and Brian groaned, watching the lightning colored streaks of hair bobbing below his waist and knowing it was streaking overhead. The teeth scraped, and Brian cried out, knowing it would rain soon, god just rain already. The rain did not start slowly, it did not build up, the brain in the storm circling his body, his essence, could not know that it was about to rain, but when it did, Brian felt the release of the clouds and himself, and screamed into the dark sky with its webs of lightning, and the cracks of thunder. The ground shook, and the storm in front of him pressed against him so he would not fall. His knees were weakening, but the storm was not done. The man in front of him roughly turned Brian around to face the wall, and Brian knew what was going to happen, as did all the people in the deep purple city. The sky screamed as the tornado touched down, and the sky lightened to yellow. The tornado took everything in its path, and left behind destruction and small fires that would eventually be put out by the rain. The screaming, the thunder; it was a train coming at Brian head on and he couldn't avoid it. The lightning touched deep within him, and he screamed with the wind, growled with the thunder, and finally swore like the human he was as the rain came down faster, putting out the fires, filling the earth completely. And the tornado passed by, the men left alone in the dark alley as the people began to emerge from their houses to survey the damage. Brian turned to face the man, but he wasn't there. He was gone, gone with the storm. He would be back, he always came back to him when it was humid, and there was lightning flirting with the thunder. He would be back, and Brian would be waiting for him. Storm The day was long and hard for you. All the way home all you could think about was just relaxing. Maybe watch a movie, anything to forget the day. The muscles in your neck are tight and giving you a headache. The drive is long and the traffic is light on this warm summer night. As you walk up to the door, you see that it is slightly open. As you walk in, the smell of flowers hits you. A note leads you to a bottle of wine and two glasses with another note to follow the trail of flower petals to the back patio. A bikini is hung up, waiting for you next to the hot tub. A large platter of fruit is laid out on the deck. You strip down and change into the bikini and slide down into the hot water. The bubbles melt away the tension and the day slides away as a distant memory, fading to oblivion. The music from the stereo in the house is soft and relaxing. Suddenly, a pair of strong hands starts to rub the back of your neck and you let out a low moan. I bend down to kiss you and say hello. I slide into the water behind you and rub your neck, shoulders, and back. I work my way around to your stomach and you lean back into me. I softly nibble and kiss your neck. Another low moan escapes you. I run my hands over your breast and feel your hard nipples begging to be released from their confines. I untie the top with my teeth ever so slowly and work my hands up the front of your chest to your shoulders and rub them. I pull the strings down and free your breast. You turn to face me as I wrap my arms around you. Our lips meet in a soft, tender kiss. Slowly parting our lips with our tongues, an electrical charge sweeps through us. You trace your fingers up and down my spine as I do the same to you. Goose bumps form on our skin in the wake of our traveling finger tips. I untie the bottom string of your top and remove it. Slowly, I kiss my way down your neck to your breast. Slowly, I lick one hard nipple, then the next. Around in smaller circles, until I take it into my mouth and hungrily suck on it. You gasp at the sudden sensation of warmth surrounding your nipple. I gently rub the other and my hand gently traces down your ass. You lean your head back and arch your head back, pulling my head closer to your chest. I release your nipple and move to the other. I slowly pull your bikini bottom down and start to rub your legs and ass. You back up to the edge of the hot tub and sit down as I slowly kiss my way down your stomach with your hands in my hair guiding me to your hidden nest. You spread your legs wide, wanting me to reach your depths. I kiss my way down your legs to your calves and feet. I gently massage one foot, then the other as you lay back on the deck rubbing your nipples and tits. I slowly start to kiss my way back up the other leg, lightly licking behind your knee. Nibbling on the inside of it, and working my way back up. Your flesh is hot now and your breathing is faster. I reach your hot folds and gently nuzzle and blow on your lips. I kiss softly around your lips as you take a deep breath. I gently part your lips with my tongue and you gasp. I am careful not to touch your swollen clit. I sense you are close but I am not ready to send you there yet. I kiss my way up your stomach to your tits and then to your soft lips. I reach up and take a strawberry and place half in my mouth and offer you the other half. Your arms wrap around my neck as we kiss and giggle. The sparkle in your eyes is like a star exploding and the depth of your love shows brightly in them. I am lost in these deep pools and hope to never be found. I slowly start to kiss my way back down your stomach to another pool. Your juices glisten as I part your lips with my thumbs and slowly start to lick. A deep animal groan escapes your lips and fills the night air. It is like music to my ears. I avoid your swollen clit so I can drink your juices. They are heavy and free flowing. Your scent is intoxicating me. I want to dive in and it is harder to stay focused now. Your breath is ragged and deep now. I feel your hands pulling me closer and deeper to you. Your back is arching. Finally, I take your clit into my mouth and make small circles around it. This sends you over the edge and you scream out your passion. I drink your nectar as fast as it flows from you. Your hips are bucking wildly against my face. I let you rest and catch your breath. Your legs are trembling as I climb out of the water and lay next to you. I feed you grapes from the platter of fruit and we talk as we sip our wine. The long day has become a distant memory. We start to kiss as you roll on top of me. I feel your hard nipples in my chest as you nibble on my neck. You start to kiss your way down my chest to my nipples. Slowly, you nibble and lick them. You have a deep burning passion in your eyes. A strong storm is building inside of you, and like flood waters, takes the path of least resistance. You kiss down my stomach to my throbbing length. You lick it, up one side, and then the other. Gently you rub my balls as you lick me. Suddenly you take me deep in your mouth. Your mouth is so hot. I see explosions behind my eyes. I run my fingers through your hair. You move slowly at first, building speed, trying to coax my seed out. It is an art to you, as you concentrate. You will not be beat. It can not get away from you. I feel the burn deep in the pit of my stomach, building to an inferno. Finally, I can hold back no more as I erupt deep in your mouth. You moan in victory as it fills your mouth. You climb on top of my still hard cock and slide down slowly. You are so wet and hot. You slide up and down slowly at first as I rub your nipples. They are so hard. Like diamonds. You throw your head back as you race to the edge. So close. So elusive. I sit up and take you in my arms as you wrap your legs around me. I put your back up against the wall and slide in and out of your depths. You rake my back with your fingernails and bite into my shoulder. Harder, we stroke into one another. Deeper. The burn returns for us both as we race to the edge of existence. Nothing matters but us. Our screams echo through the night as we exhaust ourselves in our lust race. Finally, we explode, leaving us weak and trembling in each other arms. I lay you back on the deck and hand you another strawberry. Our chest heaves as we try to catch our breath. Sweat covers us. Your hair is stuck to your face and is so beautiful. Your glow lights up the night. I love you now more than I did when I met you so long ago. I take you in my arms and kiss you deeply, teasing each other on our lips... Storm Well, the story starts off in a Great Plains state. Just about the middle of spring. This time of year is notorious for its spring thunderstorms. We pack our things and leave for a romantic picnic lunch. We drive for about 2 hours arriving in time for the imminent noon-time thunderstorm. We find a remote grass field, and a lone tree. It is a warm, humid day. But there is a gentle breeze. We enjoy a little walk through the grass. And then sit down for lunch. We enjoy slowly devouring our edibles: various crackers, cheeses, fruits, and lemonade. We feed each other, often clumsily... making a mess. The warm day allows us to have less clothing than normal. I am wearing shorts and a T-shirt. You are wearing shorts and a T-shirt over a one-piece swimsuit top. After an hour or so of eating, we lay down stuffed, content, pacified, and weary eyed... we fall asleep in each others arms. I am awakened by the distant sound of thunder. Trying not to wake you, I move to get a blanket to cover you. I nestle back up next to you, covering us in a light blanket. A tiny moan escapes your mouth. As I close in on you I kiss your shoulder. Another moan escapes past your gated lips. You toss and turn and wind up on your back facing me. I begin to plant small kisses on your arm and shoulder. I can tell you are dreaming by the smile dominating your face. And I further stimulate you with my kissing and caressing as you enjoy your fantastic slumber. >> You awake to see me kissing your shoulder. You let out a sign of disappointment. But upon further thought, you see the "deeper" meaning to your dream. And your fantasy masseuse remains a mystery. Without a word from you, you turn on our side to face me. Peering deep into my eyes you ask the question... I reply only by leaning forward and kissing you. (What was the question? Did you ask it? Or imply it? Or just communicate it with your eyes?) With the lightest of touch, I trace the outline of your lips with small kisses. Then circle the circumference of your lips with my tongue. Task completed, my tongue parts your lips, and touches your tongue. Your mouth encloses my lips and tongue, drawing me close,... into you. Your arms embrace me and pull me close. Our legs intertwine. And there we lay, with a gentle breeze blowing, locked in a fervent embrace. You begin to feel moisture, but not the moisture normally associated with intimacy. It is beginning to sprinkle. The light drops of water gently cool the warmth of the day. Even thought it cools your body, it fuels your passion and desire. I see this in your eyes. I push you onto your back. You look at me with a curious gaze. I begin to remove your top... Slowly and methodically, my hands trace your breast with the moisture of the rain. The coolness striking your skin serves only to make you feel more eroticised. My hands trace small circles around your breasts, slowly working up. As my hands near the top, ... they stop. I then lightly brush each nipple with a finger. Your eyes remain closed,... you do not see me. Now you feel a different sensation on your nipples. My saliva wets your nipples. My fingers massage and titillate, sending a small shudder throughout your body. Before you can ask me to suck them, you look up to see my mouth encircling one nipple. Next you feel your nipple being drawn up into my mouth. My tongue dancing on your body. My warm moist mouth bringing you every pleasure imaginable. As your excitement builds,... you look to remove my shirt. Your hands trace through my chest hair. Your fingers encompass my nipples. With a sudden thrust, you push me onto my back and straddle me. You bend over to kiss me. Your hair falls all over my chest. You draw your lips back down my chin, throat and chest. Your abdomen notices the bulge growing. Without a word, you remove my shorts. When I begin to speak, you cover my mouth with your finger. Then you perform your oralise on me. With the greatest affections, you take me to the brink,.... and then let me back gently. You leave no stone unturned. And you bring an enormous smile to my face. It is now your turn. I lay you down, kneeling between your legs. I slowly remove your shorts. My hands caress your skin. Moving from ankle to thigh and back. I look to you and note the sheen that covers your newly shaved sex. Beads of moisture form around you clitoral hood. Lying down between you, I kiss my way up the inside of your thighs. Slowly, I approach you. The smell of your excitement fuels me. I stop just short, and look up at you. We make eye contact. Then you close your eyes and lay back, opening yourself to me. My hand begins to massage your closely trimmed pubic mound. Lightly encircling the follicles, the rain has made you quite moist. You feel my breath upon you,... causing you to quiver. Without warning, you feel my tongue. It lightly traced your clit. Your pubic muscles contract momentarily. And as they release, I do it again, this time harder. My tongue now begins to work on your clit. My moisture blends with yours and the rain. As your hood contacts, I aggressively attack your exposed clitoris. This puts you on the plateau. Feeling my lips devour your clit, you allow yourself to moan. Approaching orgasm, I sense you reaching into the depths of your soul with eager anticipation. I suck your clit deep into my mouth and send you over the threshold. With a giant breath, you thrust your hips into my face, lifting your butt of the floor. Contracting every second, your orgasm releases wave upon wave of pleasure upon you. But now you feel that my tongue is inside you. Exploring. This continuous stimulation proves to be enough to send you over the top again.... this time into multiple orgasms. As every moment passes you are captivated by another seismic event. Wave upon wave, my mouth continuing to enjoy your pleasure with you. Fatigued, you resign to the many orgasms you have just had. "I hope you don't think I am done with you yet, we are just getting warmed up." I reach to my bag and retrieve four long scarves, a large towel, and a bottle of oil. I lay the towel over the blanket. You lay back down, atop the towel. I stand and retrieve 4 tent spikes and a hammer, and then plunge them into the earth. I restrain your ankles and wrists with the 4 scarves. Then I place a bandanna over your eyes, leaving you in the dark. Next: The Oil... Sensing your heightened arousal, I smile. The air is filled with excitement, ecstasy, and anticipation. You feel my eyes exploring your body. "What are you doing?" you ask... "How about this" "Oooooohhh",.... you feel hot oil being poured on to you. A lot of oil. Absolutely soaking you. Drenching you. Now the sensation of my hands is realized. "Oh my God", you cry...... "It is the dream" Yes, it is... as if to take every page from your book of dreams. My hands go everywhere that you had dreamed. "I want you,... now". I say as I slide my body on top of yours. Feeling my manhood knocking on your door brings a new sense of anticipation. Your restrictions only serve to make your sexual plateau even higher. You want to touch me so... "I know sweetie"... but this is the way it must be. I am going to please you in a way that you have never had. You feel my manhood enter you. Your introitus parts and your wetness envelopes me. Your muscles contacting as I enter... drawing me deep into you. Ridding on top of you, rhythmically pushing and pulling, my balls slapping against you. Every time you begin to make a noise, I deeply kiss you. I feel the orgasm build inside of you. My mouth and yours, you struggle to moan. And with one huge shudder, you arch your back and release forth an orgasm of monstrous proportions. Every cell in your body explodes in harmony. Finally forcing past me you let go a scream of pleasure that rivals that of the thunder. "I hope you don't think I am done" And with those words, I take you,... exhausted,... and turn you over. Temporarily releasing your restraints. I begin to lay you on your stomach, but on top of a few pillows. Now your butt is pointed up to me. I re-secure the scarves and maneuver to devour you yet again. This time you can feel my nose,... against your butthole. My tongue covers every bit of area in you, around you. You feel your lips quiver from the literal exhaustion of the many orgasms you have had. And you are about to have one more..... when. I stop But before you can say anything to the contrary, I enter you. Deeply pushing into you. My short breaths are felt on your neck. Soon you notice that the scarves have been released. All four. Your hands struggle to grab at me. But you are still blindfolded. "You can't remove the blind fold" You comply only because you are so aroused that you feel like you alone are powering the entire storm. Clap upon clap.... the thunder builds. In synch with your ecstasy... You can feel the rain is heavier, the wind blowing harder, your orgasm welling up in the pit of your soul. And you feel my orgasm building. "I am ready my dear..." Those are the only words you heard. A deafening clap of thunder shatters the air as you constrict every muscle in absolute sexual pleasure. You thrive in a rapture unlike any other you have ever had... The orgasm echoes through your body like the lighting and thunder echoes through the air. Feeling my ejaculation penetrate the deepest recesses of your sex gives you an insurmountable orgasm. You allow yourself to release the pleasures from every direction. Screaming, contracting, bending, flexing, struggling to breathe. The only thought you have is to completely feel... this feeling, this indescribable feeling. "I have a surprise for you"... Exhausted, and utterly drained of all forms of coherent communication.... you manage to say.... "What is this?" A small yellow envelop with the words... "Go Get Packed" You open the envelope and in it is a riddle... I am the devil. I exist in the hot world where seasons differ by 180. Do you have the courage to come to my world? What am I? Where am I? Can you tame the... Devil? Also looking into the envelope, you see a little ..... what is that? It is a picture,.... of a shark. A Great White Shark. You look to me and smile. I take the various paraphernalia to the car. Then come back to you... Now dressed, you stand and embrace me. Kissing me with unbridled passion. We leave one adventure, to start another... Storm Bound Love The spring season in central Washington has a cold and wet climate that is ripe for very heavy storms and constantly suffers from power outages almost every other week and this week happened to be one of the record breaking storms of the century for this area. Amy, who is 20 and living with her twin sister Alice, was looking out the living room window to the blackened sky and saw a flash of lightning and quickly ran and hid under the table that her sister was currently sitting and shivered as another bolt of lightning flashed from outside. Alice looked down at her sister and shook her head, "You know you really should grow out of your fear of storms seeing as we live here in one of the stormiest places in the pacific northwest." she said and patted her sister's head, "Now get up here and sit next to me and have some tea." Alice added and smiled softly as she poured the tea. Amy slowly got up from under the table and sat next to her sister and snuggled close as she took the warm tea cup into her hands and gently tilted it back as she sipped the tea slowly. "Why are you all ways so nice to me sis?" she asked slowly as she lowered the cup. Alice looked at her and smiled, "Because you're my sister and I love you, that's why silly." "But I'm nothing but a scaredy cat." She stated and took another sip of her tea. As Amy sat the tea cup down she jumped as a loud clash of thunder made the whole house shake and the lights flicked off then didn't come back on. She quickly grabbed hold of her sister and found herself pressing her face up against her sister's breasts. Alice looked down at her sister who was now all shades of red and Alice could tell that she was blushing as well, "Umm...Amy...your face is buried between my breasts." She stated softly and tried to pull her sister off but her grip was just too tight. Amy nodded and kept her face pinned in her sister's ample 34-D breasts. For some reason Amy didn't care that her face was in her sister's breasts, she just felt safe at that moment and was in no hurry to leave. Alice sighed and looked down at her sister who always had the tendency of hiding her face in her chest, "You know this is just like the story our parents told us when they were snowed in huh." She said and smiled as she ran her hand through her sister's hair trying to reassure her. Amy looked up to her sister and smiled softly, "You know you're right...." she said and smiled as she put her hand onto Alice's chest and leaned up and kissed her softy on the lips and kept her smile, "Just like what mom did." she whispered and laid her head on Alice's chest and closed her eyes as she listened to her heart beat. Alice jumped when her sister kissed her but smiled and nodded, "Yes, just like mom..." she trailed off and kissed her sister back forcefully, "And that was just like dad." she said as her cheeks flushed red when she realized she had just returned a kiss from her own sister. Amy looked deep into her sister's green eyes and blushed deeply and quickly buried her face back into her sister's chest as the thunder clashes grew closer to the house. Alice just shook her head and smiled as she stood up pulling her sister with her. "You can't stay like that forever hun." She said and smiled as she took her hand, "Come on lets go to the bed room where its sound proofed so you can't hear the storm." Alice said and smiled as she started walking down the hall. As Amy followed behind her sister she started to look her sister up and down her 5'7" frame carrying her perfect weight and her brunette hair that hung just above her shoulder that showed off the nape of her neck. Amy hadn't realized it before but her eyes were glued to her sister's firm ass and she quickly shook her head and trotted closer to her and stood by her side. "Umm... Alice... you have a really nice ass." she said and blushed deeply as her brunette hair fell down in front of her face and hid her eyes. Alice looked back and smiled at her sister and nodded, "I know I do, tell me something I don't already know." she said with a small laugh as they got into the shared bed room and closed the door behind them, "See, now no more storm." she said softly and gently moved a piece of hair from her sisters face. Amy smiled and took her sisters hand in hers and gently kissed her cheek, "Thank you so much for putting up with me each time there is a storm." Alice nodded her head and gave her sister a soft returned kiss on the lips, "You know I'm always there for you no matter what happens." she said softly as she pulled her sister into a tight loving embrace. Amy returned the hug and buried her face back into her sister's breasts. Alice just smiled and softly chucked which made her breasts gently move up and down, "You really like my breasts don't you sweetie." she said in a soft voice. Amy nodded and kept her face buried in her sister's chest till Alice pulled her away, "Well if you love them so much why don't you do what you normally did when we were kids." Alice backed up and held her arms up and Amy walked over very timidly as she slowly started to lift off her sister's shirt, tossing it to the ground. Once it was on the floor she slowly unhooked her bra and again dropped it to the floor. "They are still so lovely." Amy said softly and took them both in her hands softly squeezing them. Alice smiled and nodded, "You have always liked playing with my breasts haven't you sweetie?" she said and softly stroked her hair. Amy slowly started to lick Alice's small pink nipples in very tight circles. Alice leaned her head back as she started to moan from her sister's licking. The lustrous actions coming from her sister caused Alice's nipples to quickly harden as her sister continued to lick and bite. "You're doing such a great job sis." Alice said between her soft squeals of a moan. Amy looked up at her sister and smiled and gently nibbled the soft skin around her sister's areola. "Can you also do the same thing to me Alice?" she asked in a painful moan as she ground her thighs together. Alice grinned while nodding and slid her hands under her sister's shirt and slowly pulling it off of her and drops it on the floor. She slowly unhooked the red lacy bra that held in Amy's perfect perky 34-B breasts and again dropped it to the floor. "There we go my sweet little sister." Alice spoke in a sultry tone as she pinched Amy's hard nipples and lifting them up then dropping them as they bounced softly. Amy let out a soft moaning scream and fell onto her knees and looked up at her sister before dropping her eyes and softly kissing each foot. Alice smiled and leaned forward and slapped her sister across the ass that made her jump. Alice smiled and walked over the high back chair that was in the corner of the room before snapping her fingers and having Amy crawl towards her, "You do know what I desire don't you my sweet?" she asked as she dangled a foot in front of Amy's face and smiled. Amy nodded and gently held her sister's foot in her hands and slowly ran her tongue along the undersides of her toes before gently sucking each one individually which caused Alice to let out a shudder and deep moan as her sister's tongue widely ran the distance between the sole of her foot to the end of her big toe, stopping as she reached the end to softly suckle on her sister's big toe. Amy did the same to Alice's other foot and kept making her moan till Alice snapped her fingers and made her sister lean over across her lap. "You've been a very bad girl haven't you Amy?" Alice asked as she grabbed the paddle that was next to the leather high backed chair. Amy nodded and started to wiggle her ass on her sister's leg, "I've been a very naughty girl." she said softly as she moaned gently. Alice held the paddle tight in her hand as she swatted her sister's ass through her sweats and smiled. Amy wiggled around in her sister's lap as she was spanked and looked up into her sisters eyes, "Will you please pull off my sweats and hit me harder?" she asked and wiggled her ass more. Alice nodded and started to pull down her sister's sweats as Amy lifted up to allow them to be taken off. As soon as Amy's sweats were pulled down and her soft tight ass was exposed Alice continued to swat her sister's ass till little red welts started to show up on her supple ass. Amy moaned and wiggled more frantically as her sister continued to swat her and pinch the little sore welts, "My my, your ass is always wonderful for spanking my dear Amy." Alice said with a soft tone in her voice as she watched her sister shake and moan deeply. "And it's just for you my dear mistress." Amy spoke softly and looked up at her sister and hungrily started to suck on Alice's nipples. Alice let out a deep moan as her sister sucked her nipples, the warm feeling of her mouth soothed her as she felt her sister's wetness against her leg, "Oh my, you are so wet aren't you Amy." Alice had started to get turned on herself which normally didn't happen when they played but for some reason her sister was getting to her this time and she just couldn't stand it anymore so she picked her up and threw her down onto the bed and started to quickly lap up her warm love juices. Amy ran her hands through her sister's long auburn hair and pulled her closer into her as she felt her warm tongue dart in and out of her wanting pussy, "Oh god Alice what's gotten into you?!" she asked in a moan filled scream. Alice said nothing as she continued to play with Amy's clit with her tongue. Amy let out a loud deep scream as Alice's tongue circled around her clit and caused her to go over the edge. Alice kept her face down by her sister's pussy as she continued to lick up the juices. "Mmm, you're really tasty Amy." Alice said as she got up and leaned over to kiss her sister deeply so she could taste her own juices and pinched her nipples. "Now it's your turn to do the same to me." she said as she pinched the welts on her sister's ass. The pinching made her sister quickly move down to fulfill her sister's wishes. Amy slowly opened her sister's legs very gently and slowly moved her hands up to her inner thigh, placing her thumb on her clit and gently moving in a clockwise motion while she moved in and started to outline the opening to her pussy with her tongue. "Oh Amy!" Alice moaned out which made Amy move her thumb a bit faster and slowly started to insert her tongue in her sister's pussy. In and out her tongue moved a bit faster every time Alice's moan got louder. Amy moved her tongue to the very sensitive tip of Alice's clit and moved it around in small circles as she slid her index finger into Alice's warm pussy. Alice tried not to moan but it felt too good and she had to let out a little moan, "I know you can moan louder than that" Amy said as she started to suck on her sister's clit, moving one finger in and out a bit faster. Alice gripped her sisters' hair and pulled her forcefully towards her pussy, "Don't toy with me damn it!" Alice yelled and moaned deeply as Amy continued to move her finger around. Amy added another finger which made her sister arch her back and thrust foreword causing her to let out a loud moan as her body started to spasm in an orgasm. Alice smiled and looked up at her sisters face 'her face is just so cute when she is having an orgasm' she thought to herself and pulled out her fingers....... -------------------------------------- The storm outside had just about settled to a soft drizzle as the gray clouds kept the sun from the hopefully eyes of the citizens, the twins could care less what was going on outside as they were twisted up in sweaty passion filled hug as they cuddle close their bodies pressed together without a care in the world. Their phone rings but the twins can't hear it from the room they are in so the answering machine picks it up, "Kids it's your father, your mother and I will be coming up there next week to visit you, see you two soon. Love ya, bye." the machine clicks off and the storm moves on letting the sun shine on a new problem....or new sexual expansion to come their way.......