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A Fantasy for James by Moonlite
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A Fantasy for James
~By: Moonlite~
I couldn't believe it was finally happening. At last, I was
going to get to see James on my end of the country. There were
so many things I wanted to show him here. The breathtaking
splendor of Yosemite, the waves crashing against the cliffs at
Big Sur, the green hills in the Napa Valley, a cute little
restaurant in San Francisco and most of all MY bedroom! See I
believe in cutting directly to the chase.
It's been almost a year since we met on a bbs and since then we
have spent countless hours on the phone and had two actual
"dates". He flew all the way to Atlanta to meet me and help me
celebrate my birthday, and he even brought me my favorite
perfume, Shalimar, as a gift. I remember how nervous I was when
I went to meet his plane. But we soon got over that.
The next date was in New Jersey where he lives. I was there on
business and he spent almost the entire trip with me. If was
great. No matter what we ended up doing together it felt nice
just to be able to do it with him. We kiss and cuddle a lot and
he's very strong with long arms that wrap around me and make me
feel very safe and secure.
It's hard to explain how we came to be so close, long before we
ever met in person. I wasn't really receptive to him the first
few times he tried to make the phone calls more "personal". I
remember he kept making me laugh a lot. Originally we comforted
each other, mostly concerning our other relationships. I
remember when he was going to New Orleans and thought that
learning to cook would help him score with a lady friend of his
down there. I helped him plan a menu and then we got down to the
actual ingredients and preparation. I knew this would never fly
when he wanted to know if the onions for the French Onion soup
should be peeled first!
There was also the time that Snuggles almost broke his heart.
That required some repairs to the garage wall after he hit it. I
know how upset he was. I could hear it in his voice and I wanted
so much to be able to hold him close and comfort him. And I know
it made him feel insecure when we would be talking on the phone
and call waiting would interrupt us. He'd say "tell Tom I said
Hello". And true to form it was often Tom calling.
I was thrilled when he called me after his niece was born. He
was so drunk and excited and happy. And I remember how worried
he was before he went to court in April. And then again in July.
I was pleased he chose to share those moments with me.
We are very different in so many ways. He's logic and I'm
emotion personified. He's New York and I'm California. He's
very hard and demanding on himself and yet very forgiving of
others. I'm not hard enough on myself and certainly need to
learn to forgive. We argue social and political issues
frequently. His concept of how a business should be run and how
to effectively manage people frustrates and confuses me. But he
was always there to listen to me complain and moan about things
at the office.
And when I would feel so lonely and unlovable after an episode
with my Mother he would talk me into believing that there are
still rainbows and magic left in my life.
He's let me see so many different sides of himself. I know the
stubborn push-ahead-at-all-costs side, and the warm and gentle
side, the one that gets confused and worried, and the forceful
side as well. He thinks out loud and considers the most far
fetched possibilities at times. But he also goes to the limit
for his friends. He's strong and open and honest to a fault
almost. I'm closed and hide my true feelings frequently, but he
manages to make me see it's really alright to tell him how I
honestly feel about things.
At times he's an enigma to me. He has very definite ideas about
family and children and relationships. He'd like to ball his
way across the country but his need to have an emotional tie
before being intimate prohibits that from ever being a reality.
I've never know a man like him before.
We've shared so much in the last year. There have been tears and
laughter, jokes and problems, distance and dancing, hugs and
love, software and cards, stories and lyrics, pictures and
movies, beer and fondue, phone sex and real intimacy, philosophy
and dreams. sight-seeing and dinners.
Now that you know more about him and how I love him you'll
understand why I'm so excited to know he's finally going to be
here. I have planned an incredible week for the two of us. The
only scary part is the plans in the past have usually had to be
amended due to circumstances. We work better spontaneously. But
I want to take him to Sausalito, the Cholesterol Free Zone, and
have drinks at the Spinnaker. We'll watch the sun set over the
City and then drive back over the Golden Gate Bridge. Maybe a
walk on Ocean Beach so we can watch the waves and hear the seals.
A visit to Coit Tower Look-out so he can see how pretty the wharf
is at night, and the loneliness of Alcatraz. Definitely a stop
at the top of Twin Peaks so he can appreciate the lights on the
bridges and see the Bay in all it's splendor. It's much
different from the view at Windows on the World.
Then we'll head back to my place. The cats will regard him with
suspicion but that's fine since he's allergic to them. He'll
open the wine while I fix the salad and heat up the Stroganoff I
prepared earlier. We'll eat by candlelight and talk about how
the day went and what he liked best. (The sign declaring the
Cholesterol Free Zone will probably rate high on his list.)
Dessert will be Cherries Jubilee over French Vanilla Ice Cream
and finally a little Hennessey served in the living room, with
some soft music playing.
We'll cuddle on the couch and share long loving kisses. I'll
explore his lips and teeth with my tongue and feel him do the
same. I'll run my fingers over his back and shoulders and kiss
his neck and ears. He'll play with my breasts and we'll kiss
some more, with more passion this time. Finally we'll blow out
the candles, turn off the stereo and head for the bedroom. He'll
comment on the frilliness of the dust ruffle and tell me it looks
like a girl's bedroom. I'll remind him that it is and then
we'll hold each other and murmur soft words before undressing
each other and climbing in between the crisp sheets.
We'll move close to each other and cuddle and kiss some more
until I move to suckle on his chest. I love the way the hair
goes in a straight line toward his navel. I'll kiss my way down
that line and playfully put my tongue in his bellybutton. Then
I'll lift the blankets and tease his big thick shaft with my
tongue. I love to make him quiver and squirm. Our time together
is always limited but for now I'll pretend I have forever to
explore his wonderful body. My lips will close on his hardness
and I'll use my hand to keep it steady as I kiss him softly where
he likes the attention the best. His sheer size never ceases to
amaze me. I want to make love to him slowly and let him have any
and all pleasure it's within my power to give him.
He's very quiet while I begin to suck on him. I know he likes
this and words aren't needed now. His hands will softly play
with my hair as I gently touch his balls with my left hand and
stroke him with the right. My lips close on him taking him
deeper inside my wet warm mouth. As my tongue moves over him and
my mouth pulls him further in I press my head down to take the
limit of his manhood into me. Finally establishing the rhythm
and suction that feels best I begin to please him in earnest. A
little faster and deeper and harder. I want to taste him, I want
to make him pass the point of magic and explode in my mouth.
I've never wanted to do this with a man before Bernie but I want
it very, very much with him. I continue loving him in this
fashion as long as he wants and until there is no stopping. I
hear his breathing pattern change and know the tension is
progressing up from his balls and he will feel all the power and
beauty of my actions very quickly now. And then, it all happens
for him. Every fiber of his body will be momentarily changed in
a sudden rush of energy and passion. Feeling the flood of his
semen fill my mouth will please me tremendously as I swallow.
When he has concluded his moment of climax I'll move back up and
lie in his arms and kiss him again, whispering "I love you".
He'll respond with something wonderful and we'll kiss gently and
share the special moment with our minds and our bodies and our
hearts. Being in his embrace is the most perfect place now. I
want only to be held and kissed and to feel his love. He'll
taste his seed in my mouth as I have tasted my juices in his.
And all will be right in our lives if even for a brief time.
He'll want to touch me and make sure that I too know the
specialness of being loved. And I'll respond quickly to his
fingers and his kisses. As soon as he's ready again I'll press
against him and whisper that I want to be on top. He'll move
closer to the center of the bed and I'll move to straddle his
hips. Centering his hard shaft I'll press against it lightly and
move to take him inside my wanting cave of desire. His size will
make entry difficult at first but I push down further and feel
him spreading me apart. Slowly descending on his spear I feel
the fullness expanding as he slides further inside of me. Lifting
up briefly I again press him a little deeper this time, repeating
the process until I'm firmly pressed against his hips and have
all of him filling my most intimate need. My insides will quiver
and tighten and he'll respond by placing his hands on my hips and
helping me stroke up and down until I can press against his
straining hips unattended. My hands will move on his upper
thighs and my breasts will invite his fingers to touch them very
sensuously. My first wave of pleasure will come quickly and my
hands will move to his hips as I quake inside and out. He'll
take control again and together we will move in the dance of
love. Lifting and pressing and squeezing and feeling the
intensity of the passion. My body will belong to him and I'll
only be able to move as he directs me too. Another wave will
take me to the place where fireworks explode in my head and I'll
become even tighter on him as I continue to feel the magic he
provides.
Finally as I am almost unable to breathe he'll push into me
harder than ever and I'll feel his climax again as his seed flows
deep within my body, making the experience complete for us both.
Almost ready to collapse on him I move to his side and rest my
body against every part of him that I can touch. I love the
feeling of total satisfaction that engulfs us both and the warmth
of his arms. There will be a few soft, loving kisses and then
sleep will claim us. A very restful and now much needed sleep.
A rest I will welcome knowing he will be there when I wake. At
least for a few days he will be there. Thank you God, for
allowing me to know this special man as my lover and my friend.
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