Last Volume of this Work

and she slept on, warm and snuggled deep beneath their quilt . . . and as the night came closer to ending, her sleep deepened . . . she possessed him still . . . hers to hold, to want for nothing . . . the dreaming more intense, and he would take her . . . make her his, if only for the moment . . .

she stood in front of him, her body shaking from the force of her orgasm - wrapping his arms around her, he held her hard to his chest – steadying her – felt her pounding heart, the trickle of a tear on his chest – and held still, her head on his shoulder - he whispered in her ear, something that made her smile – and hold onto his arms as he hugged her – strong arms wrapping her up, claiming her – he kissed her cheek then, and another soft kiss on her neck – and she sighed when his lips touched her shoulder, gently nibbling her skin – and her eyes closed, a low moan escaping her lips.

his hands slid over her – down her back, around and behind her – stroked the beginnings of her ass - her hands came up to touch him – to the shape of his beard, the line of his jaw – and she looked up at his rugged face – he didn’t think he was handsome, but she saw it – in his eyes, his lips – and in his smile, as she started losing herself in him – running the palms of her hands over him, she began the kissing – her lips touched his neck, and she could feel his pulse, sense his breathing – soft kisses at his ear, her breathing warm and moist – only to vanish and reappear on his chest – she was enjoying him – toying with him, his skin warm and alive underneath her fingers.

and his hands moved up and into her hair, still damp – her kisses, trailing down his chest – just above his nipple – lower still – her tongue flicking over its hard little nub, making him moan – then sharp teeth bit at his nipple, eliciting a growl – and suddenly he lifted her up – into his arms, making her squeal in surprise – laughing with delight – he carried her out of the bathroom – in his arms – saying nothing – and she could feel a trembling begin – her arms around his neck, her head laid down against his shoulder, nuzzling him – and reaching the bed, both of them naked, she feels the head of his hardened cock – grazing against her as he gently lays her on the bed – through lustful eyes, she sees again how big he is.

she stares at him, wondering why he waits – he should be ravishing her – and she remembers the walk thru the airport – slow, methodical – after all this time waiting, he won’t rush – he towers over her, looks down at her – he can hardly stand the wait – she reaches out for him, grabs his cock – hard and leaking and lays back on the bed – drawing him forward – finally he will have her, and it takes all his will power to keep from taking her quickly – he lays beside her, feels her shaking in anticipation – lays a hand on her cheek, caressing her skin – gently saying "finally!"

and she smiles – pulling him to her, wanting him on top of her – he starts to kiss her and she pulls at him – "please...I want to feel you on me." – he very slowly lays over her, as her legs open for him – he takes his weight on his elbows – his hip pressing her down, feeling her warmth – feeling her how wet she is – his cock hard, nestled against her wetness – so close to her slit and he is tempted to slide into her – his fingers tangle in her hair – holding her close and they kiss, slow, tender – he can see it in her eyes – so much in need of him, so wanting – she tells him she has been without anyone – for so long.

kissing her again, he smiles and whispers " our first time will be like your first time then. " – her blush, the slight nod of her head – she seems like an innocent, eager to be taught – but he knows what she is capable of doing to him, and he can't wait - he moves on her – his cock easing forward – a gasp, as she feels the head against her lips, barely parting them – she groans and pushes against him – taking in just a little more – she whimpers when he won't move deeper – pulling back just enough, allowing his dick to nestle between her swollen lips – sliding through them, making her moan as he slides over her clit – looking up at him, her expression of almost hurt, begging him now, wanting him inside – her eyes plead with him now, and he knows he won’t wait much longer.

their bodies touching, his hands in her hair – holding her in his arms – his eyes holding her, looking deep into her soul – slowly he pulls back, she lies beneath him, her whole body alive, thrumming with anticipation – and he stops! - he’s waiting again! the fucker!! – her hands slide up and over his waist, grabs him, trying to pull him in – no more methodical – as he speaks her name, her fingernails rake over his ass – and he sinks into her tight, velvety softness – she has marked him as hers – he has taken her as his.

he buries himself into her – the feeling of her cunt wrapping around him takes his breath away – he didn't expect this – she took him so easily, all of him – one thrust and she was his – but so new to him, so tight – she cries out like she must have that first time, when she surrendered herself – and he feels her cum on him – making him moan as she arches her body beneath him, and he is lost.

he tries to move slowly – wanting her to enjoy, wanting to enjoy her – wanting to, but he can’t – he moves in her, her pussy sucks him deeper – and now it is he who cries out – a loud lustful groan – his thrusts becoming faster, her cunt mouth taking him – she bucks against him now, as his hard prick hits her sex – making her scream with each thrust, and each scream makes him hungrier.

he moans as he pushes harder into her – she holds onto him as he takes her, the pain inside from his thrusts making her sore – making her cum again on him – taking him closer – making him ready . . .

. . . and ever so slowly, dawn approaches, and the light filters into the room . . . she stirs, stretching, feels the familiar hunger returning . . . lazily she rolls to her side . . . listening . . . and she hears it . . . hears him . . . his heavy breathing, steady and deep . . . and the sweet ache she felt from last nite, from all the nites fuels her hunger . . . she rolls next to him, touches the long faded marks on his butt, and molds herself against him . . . and reaches for him . . . again . . . how long has it been since he showed up at her door, smiling that smile, wanting her . . . the days had become weeks which became months and still he stayed . . . how long?

not long enough! no, not even close.

written a while back - it still means as much as ever

i didn't sleep well last nite - wild and erotic images kept invading my dreams

i was alone, showering and 'she' kept appearing - always the same woman, the one that fills the erotic void in my mind - bending in front of me or appearing behind me, washing my back ... with a soapy sudsy washcloth.... or leaned back under the shower to let her cropped mane wash clean of shampoo .... by her mere presence, tormenting me, torturingly!!!!

and i wake - and the soft breathing beside me tell me i am not alone - but its not her

and i am alone again

The Seven Things

my blog flag waves proudly, as is should for a site formerly so smutty - but someone asked this of me (and you'll pay severly) - so follows
THE SEVEN THINGS...

seven things I plan to do before I die:
1) rid myself of love not there
2) escape from a loveless marriage
3) go somewhere ive always wanted instead of just dreaming about it
4) find a better lover
5) teach her how to be even better
6) have someone, after theyve known me long enough, that cares about me more, or at least as much, as i care about them
7) go horse back riding in the north carolina mountains, up past the waterfalls, where the only sounds are the wind in the trees - and a sultry voice, whispering sweet nothings to me

seven things I can do:
1) lie - quite well at times
2) care about the people i dont lie to
3) live in a loveless marriage
4) bring humor to most any situation
5) tolerate most people
6) moan - loud, long and often
7) play with my dogs, and not care that i act childlike

seven things I can't do:
1) not smile when i see someone i care about
2) escape
3) not feel guilty about wanting to
4) make someone love me
5) sleep in past 7:00 am
6) dive - scuba, sky, stage (tho, i am pretty good at muff )
7) be mean

seven things that attract me to the opposite sex:
1) a sultry voice (like wantings - i just know it has to be)
2) nice puppies
3) her smile
4) deep eyes - the kind that draw you in
5) a sexy belly button
6) curves in all the right places
7) sacral dimples

seven things I say the most:
1) ya'll
2) i'm a mean mean man
3) would you like to?
4) thank you
5) dang it
6) yes sir
7) may i have another Mistress?

seven celebrity crushes (no particular order):
1) sophia loren - in her prime or right now; curvalicious
2) raquel welch - full figured gal; rubenesque
3) alyssa milano - watched her grow to womanhood
4) terri hatcher - i'll be her clark kent
5) eva longoria - latina personified
6) jessica alba - ever since dark angel
7) angelina jolie - just to see what all the fuss is about

a story of a different color

the darkness surrounds you - you feel a slight chill as though someone is there, close by - a lightning flash lights up the room - for only a moment - you see a silhouette illuminated near the door - you can feel him drawing nearer, his tall, lean body, muscles gleaming in that flash of light - behind you now, a soft whisper breaks the silence...'ssshhhhhh' is all he says.

he reaches up, gently strokes your cheek and a shiver, like electricity, flows through your body - he brushes your hair back from your neck, you feel his warm breath - it causes you to tremble, part excitement, part fear - you feel his lips, moist and warm, slowly kissing your neck - a soft moan escapes your lips - he lingers - and then your feel his lips trail to your shoulders - he caresses your arms and you are lost in his touch.

the straps of your blouse fall down off your shoulders - he traces the curves of your body, his hands warm even thru your clothes - your nipples harden and press against the fabric - his hand grazes them - another moan - yours or his? he reaches beneath your breasts and wraps arms around you - big arms, strong - you jump as you feel his fingers tease along your stomach - and up higher they go - to waiting breasts - he pulls you in close to him and you realize how strong and built he is - he gently strokes your breasts, playfully teases your nipples between his thumb and finger - toying with them - toying with you.

another flash of lightning - you try to turn, to see who is tormenting you - his bulk prevents it - he wont allow it - not knowing why, you trust his every move - his breath is heavy, moist and sweet against your neck and yours grows faster - you can feel him stiffen, growing against you and you push back against his body - sliding his hand down past your waist, you shudder, helpless in his arms and you think “When he touches me, he will know how much I want him, how much I need him" - but he already knows.

he undoes your skirt and it drops to the floor - his hands dance across your back, down over your tight round ass - he slips one hand around you, stroking between your legs - your moist panties give your excitement away and as his finger pull up into your slit, you moan once - then more as he teases you - not hurrying - pleasing you as you lay your head back against his chest - a low prrrrr comes from your lips as he rubs harder into your wetness - stroking your hard clit, and you long for him to touch it - his big hands, strong fingers, trace the elastic of your panties and more moans escapes you.

he tugs, his hand pulling your panties away from you - exposing you - they slip to the floor and in one swift movement those strong fingers find your cunt - hot, wet - and his fingers are at your slit - sliding in and out of your wetness, your flow runs onto his fingers - then theyre gone - and in the faint light, your see his hand in front of you - and the sudden flash of lightning illuminates the room & you see how wet his fingers are - how strong his hand looks, but you pull it to you with ease - and you taste one - hmmmm!!! and you suck at it greedily - he watches and his cock twitches - his breath faster now as he draws you in tight and then licks his own finger - tasting you - sharing your arousal.

he reaches down again, to continue stroking your cunt - you feel your arousal on your legs - he bites gently at your neck as you try to turn, but he holds you tight - he drives his fingers deep into your pussy - your legs shaking, your body pressed hard against him, trying to stand erect - loving his strength as he holds you to him and in a whisper, you breathe - "I need you inside me now" - and as you try to move, a far off peal of thunder comes thru the window - "Soon", you hear his deep voice say.

he bends you over, continuing to work his fingers against you - you brace against the couch as he plants kisses down your back - you can feel him bending down and gasp as his warm tongue flicks over your ass, nibbling his way to between your legs - as he reaches his goal, his fingers come out of you - and you feel his tongue sliding into your wet hole, sucking on your pussy - licking your clit - softly biting your swollen lips - the electricity in the air matches what your body is feeling - and you gasp as his fingers finds your entrance yet again - and again -. you moan and wiggle on his fingers - his tongue so soft, his mouth so hot eating you, until you start to tremble - and your wetness flow out - onto his fingers, over his beard - into his mouth - your orgasm hits you hard and you hear him - keeping pace as it streams onto his tongue - hungrily he laps at you - his moans of pleasure loud in the quiet of your room..

he raises up - enters you from behind - strong, big, hard - and fast - he slides in so easily, wet as you are from his eating you - thunder rolls and you moan louder as lightning flashes again - the storm seems to be keeping pace as you lean back onto him - impaling yourself on his hardness, wanting him deeper in you - his pounding constant and unrelenting - and still he slams into you - a huge flash lights up the room and a crack of thunder drowns out your cry of pure joy - a flood of passion flows over you - hot, sweaty drops fall from his body - you feel them on your skin - he groans, loud, long like distant thunder rumbling over you - and it causes your moan, as the waves come faster..... you are on the edge - and the thunder cracks outside - he cries out and you groan loudly as orgasms hit you both

he slows.... kisses your neck ever so gently and allows you to turn - a long passionate kiss on your lips - he lays you down on the couch, gently - and you see behind closed eyes another flash of light - as the storm passes in the night, you open your eyes - your desire to see him returns, but darkness prevails - why won't the lightning come now you think to yourself? "So I can see my lover" - you lay with him, in his arms, the sweet drops of sweat on each other - and your eyes close . . . .

you feel a chill - a flash of lightning! you open your eyes to see him - and find the window open, a storm moving in outside - the rain coming in lightly - your face and body moist from the drops - lightning illuminates the room once again, and you look to see him - but there is no one there - your arms wrap tightly around your pillow - was it only a dream? a dream in a flash of electric lightning . . . . and you hear a soft voice . . .

“I am always here for you”

refreshed from the bathing?

. . . . the pressure wouldn’t let up . . . strong; demanding & insistent . . . slowly she wakes . . . she needs to pee! bad!!!!!!! not even wanting the dreams to continue could dispel that need . . . she rose and shuffling into the bathroom, hoped the dream would return . . . because so far it was a very nice one . . . relieved, she went back to her bed, alone now, but maybe in a few minutes . . . she’d be back in his arms, waiting . . . wanting . . .

laying back against the side of the tub, he felt the last of her tremors coursing thru her – almost a shiver, but the soft moan that accompanied each one and the pulsing he could still feel against his softening flesh said otherwise – he was quiet, stroking her back lightly, brushing the wet and tousled hair away from her face – and he watched her – and she stirred just a little and then she was looking at him – warm eyes looking into him, touching him where he had not had anyone for so long – as he felt his eyes weaken, he was glad they were both so wet, to hide his tears.

‘look what a mess we’ve made’ he says – and not thinking they had been that out of control, she looked outside the tub and seeing no spills, she realized he was talking of the sticky mess between them – his abundance smeared on them, coating her skin and spread over and into the wet curls of his stomach – reaching for the soap once more and rubbing the soap into a lather, she cups his softening cock, washing him – slowly, leisurely and is rewarding with a twitch – faint, but filled with promise – she takes her time washing the matted hair on his belly, playing in the suds covered tummy hair, shaping it, trying to write bad words – he grabbed a towel draped close by and pats her face dry; then his and dries her hair a little – wet and dripping is okay in the tub; damp or semi dry is better suited for where they were headed – to bed; where he would take her, like she wanted – or so he thought.

she slid to the side of him and he stood to dry himself; warm still from the bath and he was aware she was watching him - and as the toweling took the wetness away, she stroked his skin with her fingers; her nails lightly dragging along his thighs, teasing him again; and rewarded for her efforts, she notes his prick swell – stepping out of the tub, he finishes drying and then offers his hand to help her out – she comes into his arms, slippery and wet and he wraps her up in a towel – and in his arms – kissing her lightly, rubbing her dry - and looking at her wondered how he got this lucky.

the mirror, still steamy, began to clear and as he dried her, began to see glimpses of her – a flash of thigh, the sweep of her hips, the curve of her breast – she turned to see what held his gaze, and saw both of them – and she liked what she saw and reached to guide his lips to her – as they watched, he kissed her neck, nibbled her ears and breathed warm – and the warmth spread as his hands began to touch her, the fullness of her breast, the hard tips – stoking and pulling them sent shivers thru her and she leaned back against him and surrendered to his touch – down over her stomach to tangle in the wet curls – dipping lower, he caressed her lips – still swollen – still wet.

a moan escaped her lips as his finger slipped between them – as he continued kissing her neck, his other hand stroked first one breast, then the other – and his finger dipped lower – deeper – and she felt the pleasure building and squirmed against him – felt his erection against her ass – hot and hard – one finger became two, as he pushes them deeper inside her – her sensitive clit trapped between them – tugged delightfully as he pulls his wet fingers from her – her moaning increased as he continues fucking his finger into her wet cunt – his weight pushed her forward, her arms coming away from him to hold her away from the mirror – and as she leaned forward, she felt him begin to slide down her – his lips continued to touch her – the nape of her neck, along her spine and finally he reached the swell of her ass.

his tender kisses stopped – and were quickly replaced with little nips – bites on her tender ass – and the sharp fleeting pain she felt combined with the pleasure his hands were still creating – as he lowered himself, he was able to push his fingers deeper into her – harder into her – his nibbling covered her cheeks – between them – lower still and then she felt his licking her there – and the feelings he created as he rimmed her ass, his hands as he pulled on her tits, the fingers that were being forced into her wetness began to overwhelm her – and her moans became louder still – she could feel the pressure building – she would cum for him – cum on him.

bending forward, she pushed back against him – with one hand, she reached behind her to hold him harder against her – his tongue slipping and sliding around her ass – around her pussy lips, stuffed with his fingers – tasting her – pleasuring her – as he withdrew his fingers, a moan escaped her – she missed them before they were even gone – he slowed, and she felt him looking at her sweet slit – swollen, wet and as he licked her, up and down, slowly, she squirmed and softly moaned.

she felt him turning her, felt him kissing her thighs and teasing with his tongue – then felt him spreading her legs, his mouth over her twat and lapped at her - his tongue licked into every fold, down into her open cunt, circling around her clit - she shut her eyes, floating on each tickle of his skilled tongue - he parted her pussy lips, sucking and nibbling at the pink flesh inside, her breathless sighs audible in the quiet room - she slowly rolled her hips, signaling a desire for more - his moistened fingers played at her ass, teasing the opening, pushing but lightly - rapidly working them over the sensitive flesh as he flicked his tongue over her shiny clit - he never lost contact with the little swollen button, gently taking her puffed up clit between his teeth - tongueing, teasing - her hips began a slow grind and he grabbed her as and pulled her pussy hard against his mouth – he thrust his tongue deep into her slit – she groaned with pleasure - her cunt jerking again and again - wild bucking of her hips.

she reached down and spread her lips for him - she was wide open as he pulled her clit into his mouth - she continued to hump his face - his tongue dug deep into her, then returned to her hardened clit – and it started - deep inside her - and she grabbed the back of his head, holding his face to her aching pussy - rocking against his eager mouth - and her back arched as she continued to ride his tongue – and she went stiff in convulsive orgasm - the sensation was out of this world – her groans loud in the confined space - he stayed down on her, feeling her tremors as she got her breath back - he slid up and kissed her – and as he faced her, she looked at him – kissed his mouth – and tasted herself on his lips – smelled herself in his beard – and the smells and the scents made her want more.