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Return to DiscussionsI would like to offer up a love story. Reclaiming what was lost
The fog on the mountain gave a feeling of being some where lost in time. Birds were calling their songs. Calling the day to a end.
He was walking through the forest path where the branches made a covered arch. It let little light through even when the sun was high in the sky.
The walk had been long and the path littered with sticks stones and roots.
He was wearing the clothing of his people. A long flowing cape over a kilt kept him warm. The long broad sword kept him safe from danger that came his way.
He was a man on a mission to reclaim what had been taken from him. A fortnight before bandits had came to his home, while he was away. His home plundered, livestock killed or driven away. His wife had not the strength to resist. She too was stolen.
The darkness was closing in but he did not slow his pace. The walk was long but he could feel that his prize was near. Moving quietly being one with the shadows. He was prowling much as a cat on a hunt in the darkness.
At first he was not sure what he was seeing. The faint glow from a camp fire was coming into view.
The encampment opened into view. There were three men laying near the fire. The meal was finished. They were passing a jug of spirits around.
He crouched in the shadows watching. Looking closer he saw her. His wife was bound hand and foot back away from the warmth of the fire.
Waiting to let the spirits of the jug do it's work. The men slowly got quiet until they were all asleep.
Moving in to where his wife lay. She looked up at him. The relief that he was there was in her eyes. Holding a finger to his lips to ask her to be quiet.
Pulling a small knife from his belt. He cut her bonds setting her free. Lifting her to her feet. That was when one of the men awoke, yelling. He rousted the others to their feet.
He stepped back pulling his cape loose. Tossing it aside, pulling free the broad sword. It had belonged to his father before him.
The faint light from the fire glinted from the polished blade. It had the effect of being lightening extending from his hands.
He was skilled with the sword. It was a part of him. It seemed that he only had a thought and the tool responded.
The first bandit rushed toward him, reaching for him with a knife. Using the sword to push the knife away and perse his heart all in one motion.
The second approached swinging a ax around his head. Thinking he had a opening. Bringing the ax down with a mighty blow. The did not find its mark. His cat like movement to the side kept him safe while returning a upward blow to separate the head from shoulders.
The third bandit saw what had taken place in the time of a few seconds. He turned and ran away into the night.
Putting away his sword he turned his attention to his wife.
Looking closely he could see that her face was bruised and swollen. Both eyes were red from crying. She had been beaten by the men and treated as a pack animal.
She was a strong woman with long blond hair coming almost to her waist.The blouse she wore had been torn from the encounter with the men.
Taking her by the hand and leading back down the path he had been following. They traveled a distance when a path leading off to the side came into view. Following it they came to a small cottage. It was empty but was inviting after the long day.
Opening the door the inside was bare and only furnished with a table fireplace and a rope bed. The bed was made with a single long rope woven to form a net to hold the bedding for sleeping.
Moving to the fire place to light a fire for both light and warmth. The inside of the house came alive. The fire brought a comforting feeling to the place.
Bringing in a bucket of water from the well outside. He sat it on a hook and let it swing over the fire to warm.
Standing his wife before the fire. He loosened her blouse setting free her breast. They were dirty from the days of no bathing and were bruised from the treatment she had received from the men. Opening her kilt revealed a beautifully shaped hips with a small triangle of blond hair that protected and framed her womanhood.
The way he treated her was that of a lover restoring the woman to her rightful place of queen of the house.
Warming the water he washed her from head to toe. Everything he cleaned with respect and reverence. He washed her hair removing the dirt and tangles from it. He washed the dirt from her making her whole again to the woman she had been before being taken.
He held her close breathing in her hair making her scent a part of him. Raising her face to meet his. She kissed him reaching around his neck to pull closer. Opening her mouth to accept his tongue allowed her to come closer to him..
They both were seeking to embrace each other. Lifting her up in his hands he sat her on the table. Kissing her lips and moving to her breast each in turn. Pulling each in and releasing each rising in color and blushing with attention.
Using his middle finger to reach inside to locate that little bud that is the center of a woman. He used his tongue to taste and awaken the woman that had been sleeping inside for so long.
The center of a woman is alive with smell, taste and excitement. Using a come hither movement to lift her and reaching inside with his tongue. She was lifting up from the table. Seeming to float on the passion he was stirring up inside her.
She was riding on a wave of emotion. Staying on the crest like a boat riding the wave into the beach. He lifted up holding her in his arms placing her onto the bed. Her state of being was that of almost falling off a cliff.
Laying her gently on the bed. The two were reaching for each other. She with anticipation. Wet and open, Him with hard anticipation reaching out to her.
The entry was smooth and effortless. With one stroke he entered the home that she had prepared for him. The tip entered and the sheath opened the way. Letting the union to be complete.
Moving as in a slow dance he moved into her, she moved with him as he moved away. Holding and enjoying the touch, each giving to the other.
Rolling over to pull her on top, she moved up on his body taking him in deeper and offering her breast to him. He took each in turn. Tasting with his tongue pulling each into a red blush. The nipple reaching out to him. Each seeking the attention that can only come from a love.
Holding onto her hips thrusting. She riding each movementgiving and taking. The feelings of being close to another person was intoxicating. She used the muscles of her loins to grip and pull him in with each movement.
As they both were rising to the crest of the wave of passion. He reached around her waist, lifting her up off the bed. Rolling her onto her back. Letting the souls of the two merge as one. They both could sense the emotion of the other.
Both were entwined as one. He pulling her as close as possible, she eager to accept all that he had to give. Holding close the waves of romance enveloped both as they held each other close. Each feeling the beating heart of the other.
They came to rest,each content in the knowledge that for the moment they were safe in the arms of each other. Although trouble may be close by. No harm would come their way this day.
Wow Pamela! What a piece of creative erotic mastery! Not sure how come I never saw this before, but it was so good I had read it twice! And have several drinks of water in the process, as I found my mouth becoming dry, as one does in moments of heightened erotic and sexual excitement!!! And needless to say, except out of obligatory honesty, I had to adjust my jeans on numerous occasions during my reading! You certainly have raised the bar far beyond the reach of most, I dare say!
I'm sure you have spent time at the beach on a dark pier looking out to the sea. That was what I was thinking when I thought of this story.
Joe
Dark Mysterious Woman
She wore a black dress that fit close to her body. It was like a second skin, clinging tightly. She had a deep plunging neck line that came down the front only stopping near the navel. It's length came to mid thigh. Opening like a flower in bloom to encompass her delightful body.
Walking she had a natural swing of he hips. She rocked the dress from side to side. Her breast were full and all natural. They were round with a up turn at the nipple. The dress was sheer, not hiding her figure but enhancing it.
She was standing on the boardwalk high above the sand of the beach. The dark ocean was a sharp contrast to the thousands of lights and neon of the hotels, shops and bars of the businesses trying to entice customers into their shops.
Looking out into the darkness of the ocean was like the light was being consumed. Nothing could bee seen. Only the sound of waves breaking on the beach sand.
The man was seated on a bench looking out to the sights and sounds around him. She walked past with easy steps. She carried her shoes walking barefoot. She had gone a few steps beyond him when she turned and came back to him.
Without saying a word she reached out to him with her left hand. He returned the touch. Feeling a tingle of electricity flowing through from her and into him.
She pulled lightly and he rose to his feet. Not speaking he took her into his arms. Both moving in a slow dance. She resting her head on his shoulder. He breathing in the fragrance of her body.
He could lift her with ease. She was so light, both moving to the music floating over the water from one of the dance halls on shore. She brought her face to his. Pulling close gently seeking a kiss.
Their lips met lightly. She probed with her tongue. He could taste the sweet intoxicating liquor that was her. Not alcohol, but that sweet essence that is natural to women. It is one of those things that men love but women don''t realise they have.
The two are the only people on the boardwalk. The privacy is like that of being on a deserted island.
The two walk toward the end of the boardwalk of the pier. Out over the water the moon is starting to rise. He stops, letting her walk ahead. The vision of her silhouette with the rising moon was something like a dream.
There are stories of strange things happening at midnight with a rising moon. This may be one of them.
As he watched she went over the railing. Hearing a splash from the water below. Running to the spot she had been standing. Looking down he saw a creature he had only known from children's stories.
There was a mermaid looking back up at him. He could see long hair and the shape of the breast let him know that it was the same woman he had been walking with. No words were spoken but he knew she was back where she belonged.
On the dark of the night with a rising moon. When you see a dark mysterious woman. Look closely, she may be more than meets the eye.
I think the first few days of spring are the best.
Joe
Spring day
The spring day was warm. A welcome change of the season could be felt. The first hint that the winter's grip was starting to be broken. Standing on the front porch she could see some thing off in the distance. Across the valley The sound of the train making a trip along the track echoed. The sound was failure because it was normal this time of the morning. Looking back to the shape that was there before. This time it was gone. Dismissing it she started down the path to the barn. It was time to feed the cows pigs and chickens.
The barn was built with a livestock area on the ground and a hay loft above. When she got to the barn the animals were all waiting. Throwing corn to the chickens and watering the pigs and cows did not take long. Going up into the hay loft. She burst open a bale of hay and threw it down for the cows.
Standing in the door of the hay loft she could feel the warm breeze blowing. Feeling a little tired she sat on a hay bale, leaned back and was soon fast asleep.
She was dreaming about someone she had recently met. His hands were warm and strong. The taste of his kiss was on her mind when suddenly something touched her arm. Opening her eyes she saw that it was him.
He said, 'I hated to wake you because you looked like you were having a good dream."
She said, "I was dreaming about you and when I opened my eyes, you were here."
He sat beside her and they talked for a few minutes about the weather and how she was doing.
She said," You know what I would like is for you to hold me. I feel so safe when you are close to me."
That was when he leaned over and held her in his arms. She felt so light as he pulled her close and their lips touched. There was a tingling feeling that seemed to flow through them. Pulling her to her feet he loosened the buttons of her blue cotton dress.She stood up on tip toes as she kissed him letting the dress slide down to her feet. He was taken by her beauty. The dress was the only clothing she was wearing.
Her breast were full and firm with a pink color. He could see her little triangle tuft of red hair down below her navel.
He smiled and said, " I think you are the most beautiful woman I have seen.
She said, "I haven't herd those words in a very long time."
With that she reached for the belt buckle and loosened it along with the button to his pants. Letting them fall to lay beside her dress. Both on longer needed because there was nothing to hide between these two. He pulled off his shirt and lay it on a hay bale and sat on it. She sat on the hay in front of him and leaned back against his chest. He reached around to hold her close.
Touching her breast and kissing the back of her neck lightly caressing her nipples. That sent a tingle down to her feet.
Moving to the side he let her lay back where she closed her eyes. Thinking only of his touch. Reaching out she ran her fingernails along his back. He turned his attention to her stomach. Giving kisses he used his hand to reach up and touch her breast while the other went down to her thigh. Holding he he moved so that he was below and held her foot between his thigh. She could feel the warmth of his manhood on her foot. He was pulling and pushing the muscles of her leg, Pushing firmly but not too hard. The tension seemed to drain from her body. No one had ever touched her like this before. He was low and could see her vulva. It was beginning to open like a spring flower. Stretching up he used his tongue to touch it. He was a little surprised. Not that it did not feel good but that the other men she had known would only climb on and satisfy them self. Hardly giving a thought to what she needed.
He used both hands to reach under her butt. Lifting to expose her vulva to his tongue. Using a finger to reach inside while using his lips to kiss her lips. The feeling was intense as she rocked to him in rhythm. He reached in and to the front to touch that little G spot. That was when she had eyes closed but was still seeing flashes of light. The feeling of cresting a roller coaster hill came. There was no turning back or stopping. The feeling of falling through space came and then she started laughing. Not a funny laugh but that of a relaxed release of emotion that had been pent up for way too long.
She lay unable to move for a few seconds. Letting the world stop spinning for a second.
She said, "What did you do to me? No one has ever touched me like you just did."
She pulled him up and kissed him letting her tongue explore. He tasted her tongue and she pulled him into her mouth. She reached down to his penis. Placing it at the door way to her woman Hood. Keeping his tongue she pulled his butt toward her. Feeling the warmth now inside her. Rolling him over to be on top she moved in rhythm. Like a slow dance. Offering her breast to him one at a time. He pulled in the nipple letting it relax and pulling again. She reached down with her hand, taking his butt pulling. He place his hands on her butt. hand on each cheek. She started to get that feeling of being on a mountain top when cresting the hill and rolling down. Both pulled hard into each other when the moment that both were holding tight but still the feeling of falling. She could feel the release from him down deep in her loins.
Closing hr eyes she drifted off to sleep exhausted. When she awoke there was no one to be seen. Did I dream that or was he with me?
She was naked but felt comfortable. Throwing the dress over her shoulder she went and checked the animals. They looked up but hardly gave a second glance. She was naked as were the animals. They were were comfortable in their natural skin and so was she.
Walking through the woods down the path. She saw a friend she knew.
He said,"My you look lovely today. What is the occasion"?
She said," I just had a dream about you. Let me tell you about it."
To Olly:.............Thanks for your story. I think that to truly be naked, is to allow others to read what you are thinking. Our most private place is in our mind...... As for your question I doubt boys have any clue what the clit is for. That education only comes when we have a partner who is patient is willing to give a true education to the boys."Children get sex education in school now. I wonder if the boys are told what the clit is for."