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Fun In the Snow
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Fun In the Snow
Setting: Cabin away from it all.
Time of Year: Early Spring.
After a long day of playing and working in the snow we come
inside - you to light the fire, me to brush the snow out of my hair,
and dry it with a towel.
I hear footsteps coming up behind me as I sit towelling dry
my hair - the towel is taken out of my hands and the drying continues
at a slower speed. Your breath is warm on my neck ... a soothing
warmth filling my body as you go from drying to brushing my hair ...
so strange that such a simple thing can become so erotic when done
by someone else .. between the warmth of the fire and the sensations
aroused by your hands in my hair I become drowsy ...
I come out of my dreamy thoughts to realize that you are
attempting to remove my blouse ... I come to with a start ... you
chuckle - such a sexy sound - and reach down to kiss me lingeringly on
my upturned lips ... mmmmmm ... as I reach up to wrap my arms about
your neck you take advantage of my movement to slip the blouse off and
unfasten my bra, which slips off easily into your hands ... you come
around in front of me and kneel down, reach over and kiss me while
letting your hands roam over my skin ... my body reacts to your touch
and my breath quickens ... I reach for your shirt buttons and
unfasten each one while you continue your exploration of my body
with your fingers and lips and tongue ... you trace your tongue from
my lips across my cheek to my right ear, nibble gently on the outer
earlobe and then insert just the tip inside ... I react with a
sigh ... removing your shirt and starting on your belt buckle ...
my fingers shaking a bit .. my breathing uneven ... yours the same
... your tongue traces a line from my chin, down my neck and over
to my right breast ... ummmmmmm ... my body arches upwards in
response and you take advantage of that to remove my slacks ...
the heat of the fire on my body mingles with the heat of our bodies
as we become more and more aroused ... we finish undressing and lie
on a rug <conveniently placed in front of the fireplace> tumbling
over eachother in our play ... I look deeply into your warm brown
eyes and begin to melt ... I trace my index finger on each hand up
and down the inside of your arms and listen to your moans .. they
make me feel so good to know that I can make you react as easily as
you make me ... finally you lie down on the rug, looking up at me
and pull me down on top of you ... our lips meet, the kiss becomes
deeper and our tongues entwine in their own loveplay ... so very warm
.. I am so wet with longing for you and you are so hard against my
belly ... you look up at me and I nod in agreement - our unspoken
language as always understood - and I position my hips over you to
take you deep inside to our land of delight ... just the tip at first
touches me ... I moan and move against you to try to convince you to
take it further ... you chuckle again and tell me to be patient - the
best is yet to be ... you reach your mouth up to play with first
one breast and then another ... they harden to your touch and begin to
tingle ... I am getting so hot ... feel you begin to move deeper inside
my wet, juicy box ... I writhe against you and moan with pleasure ...
your movements become more rhythmic and we do our little love-dance
together ... our bodies getting so wet ... the heat of the fire cool
against our hot writhing bodies ... I moan your name as I start to
spiral upwards like a bird in flight ... your lips move down my neck,
your tongue like molten fire, and then I feel your teeth on the base of
my neck ... ooooooohhhh ... your strokes inside me have built up to
fever pitch and our thoughts are incoherent as we fly up and over the
edge ... calling out eachother's names ... flying so hiiiiiiii ...
Finally I collapse on top of you and try to find the words to
tell you how I feel ... the only words that come to mind I am afraid to
say ... we have promised no ties, no commitments ...
I hear your breathing return somewhat to normal and then I hear
your voice ... speaking the words I needed so much to say and hear ...
"I love you"
.el
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