Julia couldn’t believe she was alone in the Norwegian woods, wearing only her coat and boots. She felt a little ridiculous half dressed in the woods, but Bjorn insisted this was another important step in her training.
So she was alone, almost naked in nearly pitch black woods. “How can it be so dark?” Julia muttered. Tripping on another tree root, but this time she dropped the lantern. “Damn it,” she hissed when she heard the tinkle of breaking glass and the light went out. Read More »
Julia lounged naked on the massive bed. It had taken her some time to acclimate to the electricity free existence. The cabin was heated by a wood stove and lit by candles. The ever present smell of wood smoke was shortly before replaced with the almost sweet scent of the candles, as Bjorn started lighting them.
She’d been staying in the cabin with Bjorn and Astrid for a couple of weeks. Tonight she knew the couple had something new planned for her, but for now, she enjoyed lying next to Astrid watching Bjorn light the candles.
Vicki saw the “email” icon on her phone. She knew that the message was from her best friend Julia. Both of them were traveling, for different reasons, but both women continued their tradition of sending the other “postcards” – self-made, often self-taken photos, of their travels.
She was waiting in a New York airport for her connecting flight. Her traveling companion Dr. Colin Bishara was asleep, resting his head on her shoulder. She opened the email.
Natalie self-consciously smoothed her dress down, tugging at the hem. The dress, with its flared skirt, sat comfortably just above her knees, hardly immodestly short. Nevertheless, she felt immodest. She couldn’t believe that she’d agreed to this, but she admitted to herself that the daring of it had her already turned on.
The bar was loud and crowded for a weeknight. Des was already there. She wove her way through the crowded bar, dodging patrons and servers alike, to the booth where he waited. She slid into the booth next to him, carefully tugging her dress down. He noticed; she just knew that he noticed.
I love kissing him. The rasp of is beard against my face, the way he slowly claims my mouth. There’s something about the way he hold me when he kisses me. We touch each other a lot. I’d never noticed it, until someone else pointed it out. We hold hands a lot. When we pass by each other, we touch. Maybe a brief caress, or a quick squeeze of the hand. But when he holds me, that’s a connection on another level.
Throughout the day, and most often when we are alone, I’ll hug him – just to feel his arms around me. His strength as he tightens his arms around me, the wide, firm splay of his hands across my back. He holds me this way as he kisses me.
We continue to stand in the kitchen, I lean against the counter. Getting lost in how hungry his kisses are, how demanding. He continues to hold me and kisses my neck. Kissing and nipping at me. I wanted him so much.
I love the way he follows me down the hall, lightly holding my hand. I think in all the years we’ve been together, he has very often followed me down a hallway to our bed. I like knowing that he is behind me, that he follows me because he wants me.
I sit on the bed, and he tells me to lie down. He lies down next to me, and I feel like I can breathe again.
He’s touching me again, his hands sliding under my shirt, over my stomach. Stroking and lightly scratching me. Where his hands have touched me, he follows with his mouth. I clutch at him, my hands grasping his shoulders. He tries to untie my sarong, and it gets stuck. We both laugh. I love how often we laugh together. And it was real laughing, expressing honest joy at being together. And I want him so much. He’s running his hands over my legs, up to my pussy and stopping. He runs his fingers along the edge of my panties. I wanted so much to move, to lift my hips – but he tells me to be still, to enjoy the moment.
Eventually I’m naked. His mouth is teasing one nipple and his fingers are pinching the other one. I love the mismatched sensations. The hot, wetness of his mouth and sharpness of his teeth contrasting with the rolling and pinching of his fingers. I am lost in the feeling, the overwhelming sensations that fill me. Again, I want to move my hips. I know I’m so very wet, and I want him so very much.
When he finally slides his hand down to my pussy, through my wetness and begins to rub my clit, I can only moan.
He was on top of me. I love the weight of him on top of me, the feeling of him between my legs. His arms braced around me, not trapping me, protecting me. I reached between us, finding his cock, and rubbed it through my wetness. I love feeling of his cock rubbing against my clit.
Later, he’s lying next to me again. I want his fingers inside me. I want, and I’m trying to form the words. I start to ask, I want his fingers inside me. And he’s so fast, his fingers are buried inside me – sliding in and out and I’m drowning in the sensation.
We’re laying next to each other. I’m able to lay on my side and face him. There’s petting and talking and more laughing. I am so very tired, and warm, and safe, and happy. I want stay next to him – I want it to be less hot so I can cuddle up next to him. The weather is not going to cooperate. I know that I go to sleep smiling.