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Meadow Fantasy - Expanded version
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Subject: Meadow Fantasy - Expanded Version
This is something I started awhile ago and posted to r.a.e.
Since that time I've edited and expanded it a little. I hope you
like it.....
It's a beautiful sunny afternoon. My lover has suggested that we
leave our castle and go walking on the grounds for a while; even
castles get stuffy sometimes. I smile and take his arm. "What a
lovely idea!"
Outside the sun has bathed our meadow in a golden glow. The
thyme is in full bloom, along with a little mountain heather
which my lover has persuaded to grow for me. There are also wild
daisies and other meadow flowers poking up through the tall
grass. As always, the sight transfixes me. My meadow, with its
long green grass, is like another world for me, a safe haven from
the daily cares of running a castle. In the midst of the ver-
dure, we come to a stop, and my lover gently slides his arms
around me and draws me to him.
"You're so beautiful, with the sunlight on your hair," he mur-
murs, and he kisses my face lovingly. As always, his touch makes
my knees melt. I lift my face to his kisses and our lips and
tongues meet, deepening our embrace. His tongue twines around
mine and he sucks at my lips. Our mouths are wrestling gently,
pulling, teasing, probing each other. His tongue fills my mouth
with delight, and I slide to my knees in the tall grass, moaning
softly. He follows me, his fingers already deftly undoing the
laces of my velvet bodice. I smile at his eagerness.
"Mmmmmmm, love," I whisper into his ear. Since my mouth is
there, I gently lick and bite his ear and blow gently into it. I
know what will drive him mad with desire and I inhale, as if
sucking his ear. Then I thrust my breasts forward, eager for the
touch of his hot tongue, and he does not disappoint me.
He thrusts his face between my breasts, kissing them, still
tearing at the laces of my gown. At last my breasts are free,
their creamy globes released into his waiting hands. Gently,
trembling, he kisses my nipples, sucking them, making them hard.
He bites into my milky flesh, and I moan with delight. I want
his mark on me, his brand showing everyone that I am his. He
bites and sucks at my skin, drawing my flesh into his mouth with
his lips and teeth. It hurts, and I gasp, wriggling under his
hands.
He becomes both more gentle and more violent; there is an intense
light in his eyes. He covers me with many little bites, laughing
as I cry out and try to move away. I try to push at him, and he
grabs me by the hair and pulls my head backwards. His teeth are
against my white throat, and I tremble, knowing that I am power-
less to stop him. I know my eyes are bright with excitement.
"You're MINE," he says, and his voice is hoarse with desire. He
kisses my neck, my face, my eyes, my lips. He lets me go and I
fall backward into the grass, pulling him down with me to kiss
him. I want him to take me now, to make me his in every way, but
even though he wants me too, I can see in his eyes that he in-
tends to make me wait. He smiles, ignoring my mute pleas, rest-
ing his weight very lightly against me. He captures a breast in
his hand and plays with it, his fingers moving very slowly over
my nipple. At the same time, he parts my thighs with one knee
and rubs it back and forth against me through my heavy skirts.
Already aroused, I am nearly mad with desire for him, but he is
taking his time, cupping my breast, running his hand down my
body, stroking my face. He kisses me, and I wrap my arms around
his neck, pouring my soul into his through his mouth. His lips
still locked to mine, he pulls up my skirt. I catch his hips
between my knees and pull his body down to mine, and we roll a
little in the grass, rubbing against each other hungrily.
He pulls a little away from me to undo the laces of his codpiece,
which he does not need to pad, and I reach forward to help him.
His cock springs free, and I take it in my hand. It is so hard,
so beautiful, so perfect, and I have to put it in my mouth. I
lay my head against his knee and begin to suck and lick his
shaft, pausing every once in a while to kiss and lick his balls.
He is enjoying the attention, becoming even harder under my
ministrations.
First I take his head into my mouth, kissing, licking, and suck-
ing gently. I love the taste of him, sweet and at the same time
faintly salty. I move my tongue over his head in quick little
butterfly movements, then fasten my lips around it and suck as
hard as I can, almost as if to pull it off. He moans quietly,
stroking my hair, his fingers begging me mutely to continue. I
engulf his head and then his shaft with my mouth, my tongue
continuing to move strongly up and down his length in counter-
rhythm to my sucking. His breathing deepens, and I feel him
begin to thrust against my throat; I cup his balls, pressing
behind them with my finger, and hear him gasp.
I know what he wants, and I increase the speed and tension of my
sucking, falling into a hard and fast rhythm. Every once in a
while I break the rhythm to bring my mouth back a little and
tongue his head, and then I suck on it fiercely before once again
swallowing his full length. I can feel my thighs becoming damp
with my own liquid excitement, even though he is not touching me
except for his fingers entwined in my hair.
His release is sudden, sending a spurt of hot semen against the
back of my throat as he calls my name out loud. Greedily I
swallow every drop and lick my way back up the shaft, tonguing
the last of it from his head, tasting him from the tip of my
tongue all the way down to the deepest part of my throat.
I look up at his face and see his satisfied smile, the look of
tenderness in his eyes. I stretch myself out along the length of
his body and we embrace, caressing each other with our fingers
and our tongues, content to lie awhile in the sunshine in our
meadow.
*
At the same time, my lover and I wake up. The sun is a little
lower in the sky, but the grass is still warm. I stretch a
little, arching my back and thrusting my breasts out.
My lover smiles, reaches out and cups my breast. Kneeling over
me, he takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks. I gasp and then
put a hand behind his head to hold him there, slipping the other
arm around his waist and pressing him to me. I feel his penis
stiffen against my thigh, and I throw my head back, reveling in
his desire for me and mine for him. He laughs at me and goes
back to sucking my nipples, his mouth alternately gentle and
rough.
His mouth trails down my body, and his hands pull aside the
material of my dress. He pauses at my navel and fills the round
bowl with kisses, swirling his tongue around it and in it. I
moan and move my hips, begging him to kiss between my thighs, but
again he makes me wait, the merciless man.
He kneels back and picks up my foot. Smiling, he begins to suck
and lick my toes and the ball of first one foot, then the other.
I scream at him, pounding my fists in the grass, for all the good
that does. He kisses and licks my feet slowly, and then begins
to move, still slowly, up between my legs. By the time he reach-
es my knees I am utterly lost, no longer sure that I can remain
conscious. His tongue on my inner thigh inspires me to try.
His mouth at long last reaches my sex, and I cry out in relief as
he kisses me there over and over again. His tongue finds my
clitoris and plays with it, while he inserts first one finger,
then two, into my wet sheath. My hands grasp him by the hair,
holding him to me, pressing him into me, using him for my pleas-
ure. He gasps once or twice for breath but otherwise bravely
endures the onslaught of my thighs and my sex. I close my eyes
and scream...
Coming back to earth, I find him looking up at me and smiling.
His face is wet, and I pull him up to lie over me, kissing him
over and over, licking my own juices off of his face. We taste
me together and agree wordlessly that it is good.
He spreads my thighs again, and I feel his penis pressing against
me. Still kissing him, I lift my hips a little, and he slides
into me. Immediately, my muscles tighten around him, and he
begins to move in and out of me while I move with him, tightening
and relaxing over and over.
It's slow at first, as we simply enjoy the closeness of making
love before giving in to the urgent need for orgasm. His hands
and mouth on my body are gentle yet insistent, his eyes full of
love. Impulsively, I wrap my arms around him and pull him close
to me, feeling his skin against mine, his breath in my hair. His
hot mouth tastes mine again and again, and I forget where I am
and who I am, knowing only that he is with me, thrusting into me
and covering me with kisses.
Everything around me is tinted with a pink haze, and I feel as if
I'm floating. I hook my legs around him and pull him deeper into
me, bucking against him fiercely, crying out over and over again.
His response is to strengthen the speed and intensity of his
thrusts, pushing harder and deeper inside my body. I arch my
back, pushing up against him with my hips, and thrusting out my
breasts; he seizes a nipple in his mouth, and the resulting
feelings push me over the edge of ecstasy. As my vagina tightens
convulsively around his penis again and again, my hips bucking
against his, he too loses control. Wave after wave of pleasure
washes over us as he pumps his seed deep inside my body.
Panting and gasping, I cling to him. He collapses for a moment,
his head between my breasts, but then he raises himself up and
gives me that smug smile that he can't refrain from every time we
make love. He kisses me again, a long, deep, kiss, telling me
wordlessly how much he loves me, and I respond with everything in
me. We lie side by side for a while, cuddling each other, touch-
ing, kissing, and talking softly, until the air becomes cool and
I start to shiver. Then, smiling at each other, we rearrange our
clothing and rise. We walk hand in hand through the lengthening
shadows back to our castle, silent, each remembering the delight
we shared in the meadow.
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