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A Visitor

By: Danolikes



"What time are you supposed to meet her?" You ask me looking at your watch. It is nearly 8:00 pm, the time I had set up to meet our guest, down in the lobby of the hotel that we were staying at. Before I could even answer your question, my cell phone rings. 

"I am in the lobby bar and just ordered a drink" she says on the other end of the line. My heart is racing as I tell her I will be right down. You know me well enough to know that I am nervous and kiss me sweetly before I head out the door. 

I head down in the elevator to the lobby bar. When I arrive, I see a single female at the bar among others. The single female is very attractive, long blonde hair with blonde highlights, very blue green eyes, a nice body and I am honestly a bit intimidated. I walk past her to the ladies room to take a minute to gain courage. Seems almost humorous to me that I am so nervous as I catch my breath in the restroom. This time I walk right out and directly up to her. 

She smiles warmly at me and invites me to the seat next to her. We make small talk and share her drink in order to get back up to the room as quickly as possible. "We have things to do" she says and smiles an attractive evil grin that is quite sexy. The drink is gone in record time and off to the elevator we go. She has on a very nice outfit and carries herself very professionally yet fun. 

As we enter the room, you stand to greet our guest. She bounds across the room into your arms and hugs you hello. Her greeting is very nice and I enjoy watching the look on your face as you look over her shoulder at me. She then crosses the room back to me to hug and kiss me hello for the first time. "Are we ready for the massage lesson?" she asks and we are both more than ready. She suggests we get 'comfortable' and excuses herself to the restroom. 

When she returns, she is wearing a strapless bra and t back panties. She is an absolutely beautiful woman. She has you lay your naked body down on the bed, face down and begins to show me how to massage your body properly. She explains techniques and shows me how to do them. She then moves and has me copy her, giving me pointers as I do so. She playfully touches you a few times, but is very much down to business as she teaches me how to properly massage your body. 

We move down your back to your ass, your legs and even your feet. To be honest, I am fairly certain that this is going to be strictly business but I know that you are enjoying a real massage. I know that you and I can make any situation fun, so am not worried. She asks you to turn over onto your back and continues with the lesson by focusing on your arms, your hands and your head. I know that you are enjoying the feel of four hands on your entire body. 

All of a sudden she says "are we ready for the erotic part of this lesson?" which gets a resounding yes from us both. She gets out of the bed and removes her bra and panties. I have to admit, she has a very pretty shaved pussy, complete with a piercing that we can see. She has me help her touch you all over your body and then begins to stroke your cock. The look of her hands on you is very arousing. I absolutely love the look on your face as you watch her and I see your cock getting harder and harder in between her hands. She leans across your body and starts to kiss me. I swear it was one of the most erotic kisses I have ever received. I pull back slightly and she follows me to continue to connection. I can hear you moaning your approval at this sight and it turns me on like crazy. 

She pulls back and smiles at me. She leans down to put her face next to yours and suggests a three way kiss as she does; she never stops stroking that hard cock of yours. WOW is the only way I can describe that kiss and that moment. You realize that I still have my tank top on and suggest I remove it. As I do so, she seems to approve of my bust and leans forward to lick my nipple. I grab the back of her head and run my fingers through her long, beautiful hair. I just love to hear your naughty whispers and this is no exception. You moan, and move your hips while talking about how beautiful the view is. I feel you sit up slightly and look down to see you running your finger across her clit. The best part is that I see her push her hips forward slightly to meet your touch. 

She suggests that we suck your cock together and I love to look at her with your balls in her mouth and I slide your dick in and out of mine. I can imagine the view you have of two blondes between your legs. She periodically sits up and looks down at me approvingly while I suck your cock for you and for her. I do enjoy touching her, especially with you watching. Her touch is tender, her kisses are erotic, her body is sensual and my pussy is absolutely soaked. 

With your cock in her hand, she asks you if you would like to fuck her tits and cum all over her face and tits. What a question and who could turn that down? She moves to lay flat on the bed as I kneel on the floor next to the bed to watch. Her head is perfectly lined up with mine as you pull your body over her. She pushes her breasts together and you slide your cock between them. I watch as she uses her hand to cover the top of her breasts and your cock, which has you covered on all sides by her skin.

You start to slowly move your hips which literally results in a drip down my own leg. Your hips moving, your cock sliding between her breasts, the whole thing is amazing to see. I don't really realize it at the time, but my gaze is fixated on your cock sliding in and out of her tits; I see absolutely nothing else at all. I don't realize that you are watching my face as your fuck her breasts and I definitely don't see her watch you as you watch me. What a fuck circle that was. 

I hear her encourage you; telling you to cum for her, to cover her face with cum. I never say a word but also never take my eyes off of you both. I hear you ask "are you ready" and somehow know that question was for me. I sit up to get the best view just as your cock begins to erupt. She pushes her tits closer together and you don't stop. How erotic and hot is all I can think. She eventually grabs your cock and strokes it, squeezing your cum out. Just from watching, I can feel my pussy throb. 

She gently lays you back and goes to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean you up. I climb onto you and kiss you, running my hands through your hair. That was absolutely erotic and I loved every minute of it. She returns to the room, and uses the washcloth to clean you up, very sensually, and very gently. I enjoy that also. She dresses as you and I snuggle up. She makes a comment about not wanting to interrupt us. I feel that I should be polite and walk our guest to the lobby. She insists it is not needed but I do anyway. As she climbs into the elevator, she hugs me, kisses me and thanks me for a wonderful time. She definitely deserves the thanks on this one. This has been a massage lesson that neither one of us is going to forget. 

C K & L

A Visitor



Caroline lugged her huge green hamper up three flights of stairs to the end of her hallway. She pushed open her door and dragged the heavy clothes in the hamper into her room. Caroline had worked six hours previously today and attended all her early afternoon classes. "I don't have much energy left," she told herself. So, she flipped off the lights and plopped down onto her incredibly comfortable bed.

Meanwhile, Ethan pulled his old hatchback Subaru up to a cozy looking courtyard with three moderate sized buildings around it. As Ethan got out of his car and shut the door, he could see that many people were up and mingling with their lights on. Some rooms though, as Ethan noticed, had no hint of any light on and were quiet as a mouse. Ethan thought, "Which building? Three buildings..."and he pointed a finger at each building.

As Ethan approached the middle of the courtyard, a young-aged guy with sloppy blonde hair asked, 

"Hey! Do you need some help?" Ethan's dark brown eyes got really big, 

"Yeah, um, actually, that would be great."

The blonde-haired guy held out a hand, "Tyler."

"Ethan."

"Okay, Ethan, what do you need help with?"

"Looking for a Miss Caroline who lives in one of these three buildings."

"Are you a close friend?"

"Yeah, most definitely."

"Okay, Ethan, you seem like an all right guy. She lives in the building to your right. It's called Heather for future reference. And the Miss Great Caroline you speak of lives on the third floor, room 304 to be precise."

"All right, Tyler. Thank you for your help." Ethan held out a hand, but Tyler didn't hold out his.

"Not so fast cowboy. You're going to need to get into the building and her floor. This will cost you a small fee."

"Money?"

"Perhaps or something else, because I know Caroline's kind. Share a smoke perhaps later this weekend?"

"It would be a delight Mr. Tyler."

"Okie dokie, follow me Sir Ethan." Tyler couldn't stop smiling. He felt so proud, because he knew how to work his connections. He opened the first door for Ethan and skipped up the next three flights of stairs to let Ethan into Caroline's floor.

Ethan's voice went quiet. "Can I ask you one more small favor?"

"Yes, so long as you know the price?"

"Sure thing."

"What do you want?"

Ethan quieted his voice even more. "I take it you know and keep track of these people around here, 'eh?"

"Sure thing."

Silence.

"Well, out with it Ethan!" Tyler's voice got a little loud.

"Okay, already Tyler!" Ethan hushed his voice as low as it would go. "Do you know if -- er- Miss Caroline has been seeing anyone lately?"

"You mean a boyfriend or girlfriend?"

"Yeah nimwit!"

Tyler laughed. "With that attitude, I don't need to tell you anything."

"Mr. Tyler, I am sorry. All apologies on my side. Now, please inform me."

"Okay!" Tyler waited a bit. He loved to get under people's skin. "No, she hasn't really been dating anyone."

"So, no one?"

"Well, if you want to know the whole truth Ethan, Caroline is bisexual and she's had some interest in some nice young ladies, but to be completely honest, Caroline is a little too mature for them. She needs to find someone older. Satisfied?"

"Yes!"

"And Sir Ethan, what brings you to Lovely Caroline's door?"

"Nothing that your nose needs to get into. Thank you for your time Tyler. I'll see you later this weekend." 

Ethan was far too nervous and oh so eager to see Caroline. He didn't want to admit it to anybody else or even himself. He walked to the far end of the hallway. He read the numbers in his head, "312...310...308...306...here we are! 304!!" He felt like a little kid in middle school all over again. His heart was beating so hard. Sweat droplets were forming at the top of his brow. 

He held up his small but bulky hand and knocked four times on Caroline's wooden door. 

Caroline heard the knocks loud and clear. Her head popped up immediately and her heart skipped a beat. "Who is it? It's probably just some of my friends wanting to hang out," she thought. Caroline put her head down again. Her friends could never understand that she didn't want to go out half the time, because she worked and studied unlike her peers and was half out of energy by the time the day was over.

Ethan's head kind of sunk low. "I must not give up. Keep knocking," he thought, "Maybe, just maybe she's in there." Ethan knocked five more times and added his own voice, "Caroline, are you in there?"

This time, Caroline's whole body jumped at the sound of this man's voice. "Who is that?" Curiosity filled her body and she could not resist but to open the door. Caroline took a deep breath and carefully opened the door.

Caroline's light brown eyes met Ethan's dark ones. Her mouth dropped open simultaneously and she screamed with joy, "No way!"

Caroline wrapped her long arms around Ethan's stout body as Ethan whispered in her ear, "Yes way and it's about time don't you think?"

Eventually, the two finally let go of each other and Caroline invited him into her room. "I have so many questions. Come on in! Sit on my nice new brown couch. Well, it's new to me." She closed the door behind him and chanted, "Can I get you anything? A drink? I don't have any beer, but I could spring for some. I'm sorry Ethan."

"Oh, Caroline, I didn't drive nearly 500 miles to get some beer from you. I drove 500 miles to see you, to be with you." The words fell from his lips before he couldn't even stop them. 

Caroline stopped dead in her tracks and walked over to her bed to sit down. Ethan started to look around her room and really took the time to observe her. Caroline's room had all sorts of whitewater posters up -- from rafting to kayaking to gear that was advertised. Her blanket had lots of colorful stripes on it which reminded Ethan of her spirit: very positive and full of life. Ethan couldn't help but smile when seeing her bedspread. Then, he noticed her organization- her books all stacked on top of each other next to her backpack, her computer, pencils, and calendar which every day was nearly marked with something for her to do or for someone for her to see. Ethan loved every detail about her room. It spoke of Caroline in so many small but powerful ways. 

Then, he finally took the time to look at Caroline. She was still sporting her long brown curly hair. "Or is it brown?" questioned Ethan, "It has brown, blonde, and red." He couldn't think of a color to name her hair. His eyes passed over her face -- still young as ever and innocent he reminded himself. Ethan observed her clothes: baggy basketball shorts and a girly tank top. She could never stop wearing those baggy shorts. Caroline's body was still tan as ever. And her boobs were still perky and happy too. Ethan felt a surge of energy and couldn't help but smile back at Caroline.

When Ethan finally came back to Caroline and their conversation, he witnessed Caroline cry for the second time in his life. She hunched over and just started crying out of no where. "No, Carrie. Don't cry. Tell me what's wrong."

Ethan moved next to her and just patted her back. Soothed her. It eventually worked for Caroline and she stopped crying so hard. She lifted her body up and softly said with tears in her eyes, "I've really missed you. You have no idea."

Ethan made a gesture to hug her, but Caroline backed away. She took a deep breath and continued, "I sent you two e-mails back in August. I hoped for a day and ever that you would respond. Did you even check your e-mail Ethan? Remember! I asked for your address before I left!"

Ethan looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry Caroline. I got way too busy and didn't think I was that important to you. I didn't think you loved me that much. I mean, after all, we just met this summer? Right? I was wrong and you were thinking of me. I should have replied. I guess I was just afraid. I mean, you live in Ohio and I live in Georgia. How's that supposed to work?" Ethan felt like he was about to cry himself.

"Did you read the second e-mail Ethan?"

Ethan nearly cut her off "- Of course I did baby! How could I forget about how powerful of a message that was. You were so loving and supporting."

"Tell me what I said."

Ethan stood up and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. It was crinkled and starting to wear on the spots he had folded so often. "To get the exact message, let me go ahead and read this...

Dear Ethan, Sometimes people need to know how awesome they are. And you are one of those people. You are a great guy, a guy that every girl dreams of. I won't try to sum you up in a sentence, because I know I can't. You're more than a sentence. You rock! And if it's not obvious, I have a huge crush on you. I had to get that out, because I'm not one to hide my feelings. And I don't expect anything...I just wanted to get it out. Just remember that you are a special guy and don't let anyone tell you different. I never got to say goodbye to you, because my parents were kind of being assholes and were eager to hit the road. Thank you for a great summer. I hope your school year kicks ass. Love, Caroline"

Ethan paused a second and then said out loud, "I can see your spirit wherever you go; whether we're on the river, or hanging out at the outpost, or we're here, right now, in your dorm room. I can even see your spirit when you're not at the outpost. When you left, everybody missed you -- even the people that hated you or were jealous of you. And you know why that is?"

Caroline finally found the courage to look up at Ethan in his dark brown eyes. She shook her head.

"Because you loved everyone. You saw the good in every single one of us. You took the time to get to know all of us. To be completely honest, I think I missed you the most. Please don't think I wanted to write you back immediately. Don't get the wrong idea. I like you, I like you A LOT! And I missed you a lot, so much Carrie."

"T-t-then what held you back?"

Ethan held up his hand as if he were a crosswalk guard signaling someone to stop. "Wait. I'm not finished yet Caroline. What I'm trying to say, is that I can see your spirit, your love, your energy, your enthusiasm, optimism for every day life. I've never met anyone as beautiful, loving, energetic, and encouraging as yourself."

When Ethan finished, Caroline just stood there smiling. He really had complimented her and she could feel his warmth and love this very second. She seemed to have forgotten her previous question, but Ethan hadn't.

"Before I answer your other question, I want you to realize that we are both at fault for not have contacting each other sooner. If you really wanted to contact me, I know you could have gotten my number or something. Agreed upon?"

"Yes."

"Now that I have said my share Miss Caroline, please tell me why you are so taken with me."

Caroline giggled as Ethan smiled.

"Okay," Caroline started out hesitantly. "I doubt my version will be as eloquent and great as yours, but I will do my best." Caroline closed her eyes and brought back visions of the summer. What had ignited Ethan in her? She pictured him smiling, laughing, encouraging her, being patient, flirting...there were so many images.

"Ethan, even though that letter speaks how I feel, it doesn't quite do it in depth and I want to give it more meaning. When I first met you, there was nothing remarkable about you that I remember except that you were short. Now, that seems funny, but I do remember everyone telling me at work, how kind and great of a guy you were, but I knew I would have to find out for myself. And with time, I did."

Ethan and Caroline both worked at a rafting outpost together that past summer. Ethan is an excellent kayaker (aka boater) and raft guide -- both of which he has been doing for years. Caroline, however, is a second-year guide in coming and has the desire to learn how to kayak someday.

"When I became a guide, after training, I started to get to know you and respect you. You were the nicest of my Trip Leaders, because when I got stuck on rocks or had my struggling moments, you waited, watched, assisted when you could, and never beheld a grudge afterwards. And many Trip Leaders can't speak of that. In fact, I remember on one of my first two trip days -- well it was a big day for me and I was nervous as fuck -- you were there for me. After every trip, you'd tell me that I was doing fine and build confidence in me. You had no idea how much that helped to hear that from a great raft guide and boater. After that, I knew that you were a great guy. That's what really impressed me. You're a personal, loving, all-around kind guy."

Caroline continued, "When did I start to like you? Well, initially, I was never attracted to you and plus, you had a girlfriend, so I guess I kind of kept that idea out of my head until you started to flirt with me. And you know exactly what I'm talking about. The way you smiled at me, the things you said, how you offered to pay for my meal, how you let me write your name on my food so the other raft guides wouldn't eat it, there are so many instances I could sit here and remember and smile about, but you get the idea. You were the first person in my life to reciprocate and show me the unconditional love you could offer me. I felt alive, more than ever."

Caroline paused, thinking of how she could say how she felt next. "Remember that day when everyone got excellent tips from their guests? Do you remember who did the bus speech?" 'The bus speech' refers to not only the bus speech, but also the tip speech, which involves telling our guests that tipping is custom, but not expected. A lot of customers that come rafting do not know that it is considered nice to tip if you enjoyed your ride. And, the guides really do work hard for the little pay they get.

Ethan smiled big, "You did the bus speech!"

"That's true! But do you know where I got ALL that energy from Ethan? YOU! I was so excited because well not only did I get to work with you, but you wanted me to do bus speech. I mean I felt honored, excited, and of course, I wanted everyone to get good tips. But most of all, I felt confident about myself. Not dependent on you, but just grateful for the attention and love you gave me. And of course, it made me feel confident. I loved that feeling. I felt like I could do anything -- anything!"

Caroline paused again, took a deep breathe and continued, "What I'm trying to say Ethan," she smiled and continued, "is that your love knows no boundaries. You respect and love every chance you get. You know that every waking day is a blessing to be thankful for. You're positive, polite, humble, and gentle unlike a lot of men these days. I can see that and I love those qualities. I love your smile. I love your intelligence, your courage to be up and going every day... You remind me a lot of my dad. Even though he is dead, I know no one can replace him. But I would like to think that you can love me like he did, not exactly the same way, but with that amazing all-powerful and binding love. There are very few people in this world who can love the way you and I do. I guess we both see that in each other. That is definitely rare."

Ethan smiled at Caroline brightly and this time, he reached out for a hug. He whispered once more into her ear, "You're one smart gal for only being nineteen." When he let go, he kissed her on her cheek. 

Ethan finally said, "If you don't mind, I'm going to get up and go to the bathroom. I've been in the car awhile and haven't had the chance to go awhile."

Caroline smiled, "Oh, please do." She opened up the door and pointed him to the co-ed bathroom.

"Thanks."

When Ethan returned, Caroline pulled out her red Samsung phone. "Okay, let's do this right. What's your number?"

"455-346-2276"

Ethan had already pulled out his and asked, 

"Yours?"

"912-432-5512"

"Good to go! And to our next topic, why didn't I respond to you?" Ethan pondered for a second how to best tell Caroline this sensitive topic. He wanted her to understand completely. "Well, I was currently in a relationship at the end of August, almost out of it by mid-September and kind of crushed to be honest. I knew I had feelings for you, but I thought 'What good could they be with you that far away?' So, in a way, I just learned to ignore them. I wanted to desperately just correspond back and forth with you, but I knew that would be too much for me. I knew that I wasn't ready for a relationship until I had some time off from well women. Caroline, I didn't want to hurt you or myself. I wanted to be sure of my feelings. You're young and really beautiful. You have no idea Caroline how many hearts you've hurt by just existing and being yourself. You are a wonderful and in some ways, a mystical, women. You're not like all the other women out there. And that's a good thing, believe me. I thought you would move on as well. I thought you would find some good-looking bodacious blonde ripped hot ass Abercrombie-and-Fitch --"

"OKAY!" Caroline interrupted, "That's enough Ethan! I understand what you're trying to say. You know who I've chosen? You want to know who?"

"W-who?" mumbled Ethan. For some reason, he was still scared. His heart still beat away in his body, up to his throat.

"YOU! You baby!" Caroline reached for his hand, but Ethan let go this time.

"I need to know why you never tried to get a-hold of me then."

Caroline took in another deep breath. "You're 25 Ethan. I'm a lousy 19 without a car, in college in Ohio. Do you know how much courage it took me to let alone send you that e-mail? And you have seen what kind of hurt that has caused me already! The last thing I wanted to do was chase after a broken dream of mine and get knocked in the head by a big 'No.' I figured the fact that you weren't responding was enough of a 'No' for me. All my friends will tell you how fragile I am. I can get hurt so easily and I shouldn't let myself get that hurt. I saw a lot in you Ethan -- everything I've told you, but I knew that if you didn't express yourself back, then it was pointless to throw myself at you and chase after you. Besides if it really took that much, wouldn't I be showing myself and you how worthless I was? And I knew in my heart, that if we were meant to be, we would be. I can't force --"

This time Ethan interrupted. "Did you just use the word 'we'?" Ethan smiled as Caroline did. "I think we've had enough darts thrown at each other. I'm only here for a weekend Caroline and I want it to be the best weekend we've both had in a long time. Plus, you've got to show me around this campus and this town. You've got to tell me everything about yourself as well."

"Everything? That's going to take more than a weekend..."

"Well, maybe I can come up and visit you more often?"

Caroline smiled to herself as she finally found the energy to take out her shorts, shirts, underwear, socks, and whatever else to organize them in her closet and dresser. Caroline asked, "Do you need anything from your car? After, I finish with this, I can come down with you so you don't have to get stranded outside without a dorm key. "

"Or you could just give me the key."

Caroline smiled, "What happened to the 'we'? Maybe I want to accompany you in the big scary darkness out there? And this is a big university! You never know what could happen!"

"Well, I can't say no to that."

Caroline grabbed her keys after she put her clothes away. Caroline and Ethan exited her room and flew out the door to the nearest staircase. The two were so giddy, just laughing for no apparent reason. Why couldn't they be happy? They were embracing the moment they best way they knew how. They didn't talk about the future, or what "they" were at the moment, or what was to happen tomorrow. They just enjoyed the present.

Ethan walked to his car, which he parked downtown, and found his overnight bag full of clothes, medicine, and some toiletries. The girl and boy held hands as they walked back to Caroline's dorm. 




A Visitor



When they reached Caroline's dorm, Caroline and Ethan got ready for bed -- brushed their teeth, went to the bathroom, got their nighttime cap of water, etc. Ethan opened up Caroline's covers and hopped in. Caroline came back to find Ethan all bundled up and she just laughed. "You're so cute Ethan."

Ethan's eyes lit up like a fireball as he smiled back at her in the cutest way imaginable. Caroline loved that smile. She just smiled back bigger and better.

Ethan said, "Get over here you monkey."

Caroline flipped off the lights as she hopped in next to Ethan. The two cuddled together. Caroline was taller than Ethan and wrapped her body around his. He loved the feel of her womanhood against his round ass. Caroline loved the feel of his ass -- it was a real guy ass, not some piece of cardboard. Finally, Ethan turned around and pressed his lips to Caroline's lips. Caroline had been dying for this moment. His lips were soft and scruffy with his beard next to his lips, but she loved the feel. It was a soft, but adventurous kiss. 

Caroline got on top of him and started to grind. She wanted to please him in all the ways she knew how. Ethan responded quickly, but eventually he grabbed Caroline's shoulders and brought her down within earshot. 

"I'm shot from driving all day and I know I woke you up when I got here. So, why don't we just cuddle tonight? We'll have plenty of time to do that later. And besides, cuddling is just as fun as sex. Wouldn't you agree?"

Caroline smiled and then laughed. "You have no idea how great it is to hear a guy admit that. It's great. And yes, I would love to fall asleep in your arms."

Ethan wrapped his strong shorter arms around Caroline's body. She could hear his every breath and she fell asleep to his wonderful breath. Ethan knew he was lucky to be next to her and he didn't want to take his eyes off of her, but eventually he fell asleep to her breath too.



A Visitor at the Door



As the driving rain smote his window, Joseph felt a chill in his spine. This was not the chill of a cold, wintry night. This was a chill he had felt many times before. 'He's coming,' Joseph thought to himself. For a moment, Joseph thought he would flee as he had done so many times before. It had, in fact, become a natural instinct, a reflex action that he simply performed without ever knowing why. He was found, he fled, he was found, he fled...Sometimes he outwitted his adversary, others he simply hid, but always he was one step ahead. It was a game that he had played for so long that he was now weary. This latest game of cat and mouse he knew would be his last.

The chase began many years before when a strange visitor had come to him in the night. Though Joseph had never seen his visitor before, he knew instantly who he was and why he had come. There was some debt to be collected, some favor to be repaid, but Joseph was not yet ready to oblige. He knew that eventually he would have to settle accounts, but the time was never right he felt. And so the chase began. There was always something that held him back from surrendering himself to this strange visitor who always seemed to find him no matter how clever he was. Now, after many years, he was feeling like a hunted deer. A deer may elude a hunter for a while, but eventually she will grow weary and the chase will end. So did Joseph feel now.

So when Joseph felt that familiar chill his instinct to flee rose to the surface. But he did not flee. It was more than just weariness that stayed his flight. After all these years he seemed to have forgotten why he fled in the first place. Perhaps now was the time to meet his pursuer. 'Come what may,' Joseph thought, 'the chase ends tonight.'

Joseph heard the footsteps coming up the stairs, heard the floorboards creak as his adversary approached. Yet the sound was subtle and far away. It was almost not a sound. Joseph felt rather than heard it. Perhaps it was all inside his head. He had played this game for so long that he was always on his guard and looked at everything and everyone with more than a little suspicion. His pursuer had attempted to trick him many times before and he had learned to always be alert. After all, he had not lasted this long by being lazy.

But no, this did not strike Joseph as a trick. It wasn't just a sound that made him jumpy. This sound seemed to come from within Joseph himself. Then it hit him. 'He knows!' Joseph thought to himself, 'He knows I'm ready to end the chase. That's why he's coming here tonight.'

The footsteps died away and Joseph knew that his pursuer was just on the other side of that door. There was a pregnant silence as Joseph wondered what would happen next, a silence broken only by the sound of the rain on the window. Then the door began to open.

At once the dingy room of the boardinghouse was filled with light. It was not the sterile light of the weakly flickering fluorescent bulbs in the hall, nor was it the pale, sickly light of the single incandescent bulb that provided the only illumination for Joseph's small room. This was the purest sunlight that Joseph had ever seen. It was like the spring sunlight unsullied by clouds or haze that Joseph remembered from his youth. The light seemed to work a change on the room. Joseph felt warm, but the warmth did not seem to come from the sunlight (if that was what it was). It was the kind of warmth that Joseph felt when he was cradled in his mother's arms as a small boy. And the stale air of the room seemed to give way to new freshness like an open meadow after a spring rain. He felt the weariness of years of running melting away from his tired bones, but even at that same moment began to wonder if this was another trick.

As if sensing Joseph's conflict, his adversary stepped into the room. At first, blinded by the sudden light, Joseph had not been able to make out who was standing in the door, but now his adversary approached and he saw the pursuer from whom he had fled for so long.

A young girl entered the room. She couldn't have been more than fourteen years old, far too young for the long ages of wisdom that Joseph could see in her eyes. She had alabaster skin beneath long curly golden locks and her garment was white. Joseph was reminded of those playful little cherubs he had seen in paintings by the old masters, but where those were jovial and a little mischievous, this girl was solemn and wise. She was not severe, but Joseph could tell from the wisdom she bespoke that she had seen much in this world. And yet so young, so innocent...

She glided toward him and laid her hand on his cheek. Joseph felt the warmth of her fingertips and raised his eyes toward her. She smiled at him. Joseph felt like a giddy schoolboy when his first crush is discovered. But as he looked into her eyes he knew why she had come. Looking at the long years of wisdom in her eyes made him understand her smile. It was a pleasant smile of recognition, but it was laced with sorrow.

At last he spoke. "I guess you've won," he croaked. "You've caught me. I'm ready to go with you."

"I was never pursuing you," she responded. Though her voice was the voice of a young girl, it, like her eyes, spoke with centuries of wisdom and sorrow. Joseph wondered at this in a girl so young.

"Why are you here, then?" he asked.

"I am only here because you invited me," she replied.

"Invited?" asked Joseph, slightly incredulous. "I've spent the last several years running from you."

"No," she gently reproved him. "You have always invited me, but you were always afraid to meet me."

   "Afraid?" Joseph asked, "I always managed to escape you. You were hunting me, remember?" He paused. "I guess I was afraid of you."

   "And are you still?" she asked.

   "Now that I see you, I suppose not. I guess I never would have been if I had known. But I saw you once. It was only in a dream, but you were terrifying, like something out of Milton, and now here you are like this. You're trying to trick me again aren't you"

   "I've never tricked you," she smiled. "I have no form. You see only what you wish to see as does anyone who meets me. I am only a reflection of you. You see only your own fear, but you are no longer afraid. Are you ready to come with me?"

   "Where will we go?" Joseph asked.

   "Through the door," she replied.

   "What's through the door?" said Joseph

   "Everything," she answered.

   She held out her hand and waited for him. "You're not going to take me?" Joseph asked.

   "I cannot take anyone," she answered. "Anyone I visit comes with me of their own free will. That is why I came here tonight. You are ready to come with me. I am only your guide."

   Joseph, knowing that he would go, took one last look around the room. It seemed dim and far away now, more like a memory than a reality. Something caught his eye. They were not alone. There was a man lying on the cot in the corner of the room. Warily, as if he already knew who lay there, Joseph approached.

   He knelt down by the cot and looked into his own face. And yet it was not his face. The lines of care had been smoothed away and he seemed to smile. Joseph thought that he was asleep. He heard the girl approach him and stand over him.

   "Am I dead?" he asked, not daring to look up.

   "You've been dead for many years," he heard her say, "ever since I first came to you. You've never known it until now."

   "I knew," he said.

   "Then come with me. I will lead into a new life."

   At last Joseph was ready to go. He took one last look at the shade in the bed (or perhaps he was the shade, he didn't really know and, somehow, it didn't seem that important) and stood up. He turned to face the girl and saw that the room had vanished. In fact everything had vanished. Only the door remained.

   "Will I meet my wife again?" he asked. "Will I see my father? He died when I was very young. I never knew him."

   "There is only one woman," she said, "and she wears many faces. There is only one man and he speaks with many voices."

   Hesitantly Joseph held out his hand. The girl twined her fingers into his. Joseph felt her touch, so light it was ephemeral. He looked at her for a moment then he looked toward the light streaming from the door. He knew what lay beyond. He took a breath and stepped through.



A Visitor in the Night



Written in collaboration by

jes_da_man & LittleOne

Saturday, October 20, 2001 - 10:59pm

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Darkness... punctuated occasionally by the flashes from a distant thunderstorm, is folded over your eyes like a heavy layer of black velvet, and just as a lover's hand would, the humid night air caresses your face, and you can smell the storm as it approaches.

Standing outside on the porch in front of your remote house, you wonder how long it will be before the lights are restored, and they banish the eerie darkness again for a bit. A sudden breeze toys with your hair and your skirt. You shiver slightly at the chill running down your spine, and you cross your arms over your breasts.

To your surprise, off in the distance, you see the headlights of an approaching car. For some unknown reason, you feel a tension creep over you as the driver picks his way down the poorly-maintained road that leads nowhere but to you. Alone tonight, you are aware of your vulnerability.

A low roll of thunder distracts you, as the glow of a distant thunder bolt crawls over you slowly, reminding you of the incredible power of nature's display, making its way across the flat countryside in the night.

You can now plainly hear the car's engine. It purrs quietly, revealing a pent-up power that provides a counterpoint to the uncontrolled energy of the storm on the horizon. A flash of lightning illuminates the vehicle, and you note that it is a fine European model, black as the night, with nobody within it but the driver, whose features you cannot quite yet make out.

Turning the final corner, the car comes to a stop in front of you. The car's engine goes silent, and the headlights go dark. You hear a car door close and another flash of lightning lets you at last see the stranger's face. Something inside you cries out, and you feel your knees go to jelly at the sight of him.

He is the man from your dreams... a man with finely-styled black hair, a proud but not arrogant face, and piercing black eyes. Eyes that are directed straight at you, and which you can feel boring through you, even in that scant instant of light.

But how can this be? How can he actually be here in your presents? You had resigned yourself to believing that you would never see him in person. And yet... he was here... approaching you in the darkness of the night.

Just as quickly as his face has been illuminated by the lightening flash, his features are plunged into the darkness of the night, and all you can hear is his footsteps in the gravel, as he moves towards you, and then you hear a rich, low voice.

He says, "Hello, miss. Could you help me, please?"

You feel a fluttering in your gut at the sound of his voice, and your throat seems constricted as hard as a rock.

"Sure, um, what is it you need?" you finally force out.

You hear the porch grown and feel it move slightly as he helps pull himself up the stairs by the use of the hand rail. His footsteps on the plain decking of the porch resound in a hard rapping sound, and you feel an urgent need for them to come closer to you.

"I am lost," he says. "Between the storm and the map that I have, I took a bad turn a while back and now have no idea at all where I am."

Still the fluttering inside you continues, and you can see his shadowy outline against the blackness beyond the house.

"Oh, okay... Come on inside. I've got a map," you say as you turn and open the door and start to step into the house.

It is even darker in here, if that were possible, and he hesitates at the doorway.

"Can you turn on a light?" he asks.

"Oh... I'm sorry. The storm knocked out the lights. I think I've got a flashlight around here someplace though... hold on... I'll look for it."

"Sure. I'll wait here. Don't want to trip over a lamp or whatever, you know."

As you turn to go in search of the flashlight, you can practically hear his smile. Turning your face back in his direction, you smile at him in the darkness, and say, "Yeah, um, I'll be right back."

You quickly turn back around and make your way into the kitchen, where the flashlight is kept in a drawer. Turning it on, you retrace your steps, squinting slightly with the relative brightness of the beam. Meanwhile, upon seeing you return to the front room, he advances into the house and closes the door behind him. 

"Ah... Much better," he says approvingly. "Now I can see."

As you approach him, you notice that his eyes are drinking you in, and you feel a quiver pass through you, wondering at the true meaning of his words. Setting the flashlight down on the coffee table, you pull open the drawer in the end table to retrieve the promised map.

"Here, have a seat," you say, motioning at the sofa.

You sit beside him and spread the map before you. This close to him, you can smell the sharp tang of his after-shave and feel the warmth emanating from him. 

"Ah, yes, I see now. I went wrong here," he says after a moment or two, and points at a highway intersection located miles away.

"And you're here, now..." you say.

Suddenly a brilliant flash of lightning makes you jump, and the instant reply of thunder booms between your ears. You then hear sheets of rain hit the house almost immediately. Smiling at him you attempt to recover from the fright by pointing out the place on the map to him again. Your finger is trembling, and you look at him. He is smiling at your reaction to the storm. 

"Caught me by surprise," you say, returning the smile.

"Same here..." he says.

His response slowly evaporates into the darkness that surrounds the glow from the flashlight and the storm outside, seems not to even exist. For what seems an eternity... but in actuality is only for a few seconds, neither one of you realize that you both sit there silently looking deep into each other's eyes, as though a familiar inner connection has once more been made between the two of you.

All of your senses scream out that it is him... the man of your dreams. From the most inner depths of your being you are at this instant, absolutely sure of this. Then suddenly reality envelopes both of you, and the connection is broken, when he makes a subtle move as if to stand up.

"Ah, um, Well, I suppose I should be off now," he says hesitantly. "Thank you very much..."

Glancing outside at the storm breaking over the house now, you quickly interrupt him and say, "Why don't you stay at least until the rain stops?"

Your heart is in your throat by this time, and you feel sure that he can hear it beating.

"I suppose that might be wise," he says, smiling again. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Santos from New Mexico. And you?"

"Oh, um, Marge... I'm Marge... and well... I've lived here forever."

He offers you a handshake, and you accept. His grip is firm and gentle, and you flush when you realize that you are still holding his hand when he once again starts to speak again.

As you release his hand, he smiles and says, "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss."

"Oh, please call me Marge," you say quickly, wondering what you are doing... and why you had seconds ago so readily asked him to stay.

"Ah, certainly... Marge... So, what do you do here?"

"Oh, ah, I work at a local hospital... nothing much actually."

"Well, you help out visitors in the night, and this to me, my dear, is far more than nothing."

He smiles warmly, and all the vestiges of restraint suddenly leave you at that instant. You lean toward him and kiss his lips without warning. After a moment of surprise, he begins to respond, and you lose yourself in the warmth of his mouth. As you break from him at last, you find that you are unexpectedly trembling.

"I, I, I don't know what's come over me," you quietly stutter. "But, but I have to have you."

He says nothing, and draws you to him for another kiss. When you emerge from this one, the light from the flashlight is slowly growing dim due to the lack of power, and he reaches over and shuts it off.

"I don't think we need this anymore, Marge," he whispers in a soft erotic tone .

You nod in agreement into the darkness, and sag against him. He holds you in his arms, and you feel his hands running down your back as he quickly undoes each and every button, and then you find yourself released from the confinement of the simple dress you were wearing.

You kiss him, stroking his face and inhaling the clean scent of him. As he slips the flimsy dress from your shoulders, exposing your breasts to him, you lean back slightly as you reach out your trembling hands to start unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt, seeking them blindly with your fingers in the darkness.

He caresses your neck, gliding his fingers down past your collarbone, to the hollow between your breasts. Then his hand moves to cup your breast lightly, and you feel the nipple beneath the warm palm of his hand stiffening in response. Sliding his hand slowly downwards and to one side, his thumb finds your hardening nipple, and you gasp at the sensation. You feel him remove his lips from your neck, and his mouth suddenly finds the other breast. As he strokes the nipple with his tongue, you totally abandon yourself to the exquisite sensations.

Having finally unbuttoned his shirt, you pull it over his shoulders and down his arms as far as you can. He carefully finishes removing it, as he continues working his tongue over and around your erect nipple, which slowly awakens parts of you that have slumbered for your whole life, waiting for this moment to arrive.

Your hands run over the firmly muscled surface of his back, and your breath is ragged in the night air. Nothing before this moment has prepared you for what you are experiencing. Suddenly, without warning, an explosion overtakes you, and your body stiffens and spasms in the thralls of an immense orgasm.

You are dimly aware of thrashing wildly under his mouth, and of his sudden nudity beside you. Your remaining clothes follow his onto the floor, and your bodies meld together in an endless moment of pleasure. His lips find yours again, and he holds you to him tightly, moving slowly within you, leaving a trail of fire between your legs. You clutch at him desperately, seeking something stable to hold onto as your life is changed.

The storm outside reaches its height now, with lightning flashing in all directions, thunder claps assailing your isolated house, and rain pouring over everything in a nearly-solid wave. Inside too, the storm is also rapidly approaching its height, and you feel another explosion of bliss building up within you.

Then Suddenly, you are lost in a swirl of emotion, sensation, and ecstasy, as you are both flung into the depths of a heavenly simultaneous climax. The storm's strobe light effect gives an air of surrealism to everything. Familiar surroundings, picked out in preternatural clarity, combine with unfamiliar sounds and feelings to create an experience that you will never forget.

As you both undergo the transformation of orgasm to reality, you notice the sweat between your bodies and the texture of the sofa beneath you. The hair of his chest is soft, and you kiss it gently as you return slowly to the reality of the night.

Unable to contain yourself, you explore the rest of his chest in the darkness with your moist lips and tongue. Finding his nipple, you experiment, kissing it and returning the treatment he had lavished on yours just moments ago. His response is gratifying, and you continue, encouraged. He strokes your hair, murmuring quietly, urging you on.

Your kisses continue down his torso, until your lips contacts his manhood directly. It is a thing of beauty, and, impulsively, you kiss it. His response is so tremendous that you go on to explore the possibilities of this pleasure more thoroughly. You taste yourself and the strange saltiness of his semen as you draw the head of his cock into your mouth. His entire stiffness jumps and twitches as you run your tongue over the ridge that encircles the lower most part of its tip and then gradually finds its way onto the shaft. The joy that you feel at returning some of the pleasure he has given you is beyond description. 

Above you, you feel him shift himself around, causing his cock to rotate within your mouth and then you feel his warm breath tickling the hair covering your pussy. As you gaze downwards, the look on his face is rapturous, and you allow yourself to sink back into the bottomless bliss of the raw, undiluted pleasure that you share.

You hear yourself squeal in surprise as his lips touch your pussy. His tongue darts out, finding the hard nub of your clit, and waves of pleasure course over you. The overpowering sensations distract you for a moment from the attentions you had been lavishing on his cock. But the lingering taste in your mouth reminds you of the pleasure of having it buried deep within it, and you once more envelope its entirety with your hungry mouth.

The feeling of your mouth engulfing his shaft once more, combined with the sensation of his tongue continuing to bathe you is so incredible. It feels as though you are in some sort of endless circle, spinning around some unseen point of passion, approaching the top of a vortex of shared pleasure. The storm has abated outside, but the battle between the elements continues on the sofa, until a throbbing, pulsing cyclone is let loose between your legs, and you taste a salty torrent in your throat.

As your senses recover and you both return to earth, you crawl up beside him, relaxing in his warm embrace. Gradually, your eye lids become heavier and heavier until neither of you can no longer keep your eyes open and you both contently drift into the same short silent slumber. 

When you awaken, it is quiet outside, and the skies are beginning to clear. Stars twinkle faintly through thin, high clouds.

Upon feeling you stir, he pulls you even closer to him and gently squeezes you for a moment, and then sits up.

"I'm sorry, Marge, but I must be going."

"No, no. don't apologize. I understand, Santos. And thank you... for everything."

Knowing exactly what you mean, he winks at you and says, "And thank you too, Marge."

He dresses himself, while you pull your dress back on. At the doorway, you exchange a tender kiss. You wish each other a goodnight and say farewell, and then he turns and disappears into the night. As his dark car pulls away, you watch again from the porch while a sense of peace and contentment overcomes you.

Strangely, as you turn and once again enter the house, all the lights suddenly sputter back to life.

The storm of this night may be past now, but its effects will remain with you forever, for one of your most precious fantasies has just come true.

THE END OF A VISITOR IN THE NIGHT...



A Visitor in the Night



Author's Note: This is my first story in this genre. There are more chapters to follow. I hope you enjoy!

A Visitor in the Night

Chapter 1

The lord and master of the castle was restless. He had recently been out marauding with a band of knights for hire and had conquered many a fortress and castle to add to his holdings. Now, he had been home a fortnight and the exhilaration of the conquests had begun to wear off. 

He currently had no overnight guests, no slaves, in fact, quite an empty castle. He had sent a large group of servants, under the supervision of some knights, to one of his newest holdings to clean the place and ready it for his future use.

He paced now in one of the large chambers off of the great hall. A fire roared in the stone fireplace for the night was cold and bleak for that time of year. It seemed to him that winter had decided to come early that fall, and his thoughts were as black as the night.

He had so much pent-up energy and no immediate way to release it. He paced, looking down at times at his shining black boots. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the heavy metal knocker hitting against the studded wooden doors of his home.

The knocking did not subside. Where is Oden, worthless lout, he wondered, and why wasn't he answering the door? Why do I keep him on, he wondered? But he knew the answer. Oden was fierce and loyal and would protect him to the death. He also would not be appalled by anything the master did.

He left the chamber and went to the door. He could hardly open it against the howling wind. There was a figure there in a hooded black cloak. Another beggar who had no doubt slipped in unseen in the dark he thought as he scowled at it.

The hood of the cloak blew off in a strong gust of wind, and he saw that it was not a beggar but a beautiful damsel who graced his doorway. Her long, dark hair was tangled and blowing about her face. Her huge blue eyes looked frightened.

"Please, My Lord, may I enter?"

Fascinated, he stepped aside and permitted her to walk inside.

"Here, come to this chamber and warm yourself. You look half frozen, lady," he stated.

She followed him into the chamber and stood by the fire rubbing her hands together. Her hands looked white and soft. Clearly, she was a lady and not a serving wench. 

"How is it that you have come to my castle on this blustery evening, all alone?" he enquired.

She was silent for a moment.

"I know not," she replied. "In fact, I do not remember anything. I do not know my name or from whence I came, My Lord." 

"Please, I prefer to be called Master and not My Lord."

"Yes, Master," she said softly, and at the sound of those words he felt a stirring in his loins. 

He wasn't feeling so bored and miserable now. He looked at her, and his thoughts began to travel into the corners of his mind that he only explored on special occasions. He could feel the blood moving into his loins as his thoughts crystallized.

"So, lady, you are sure you have no idea who you are or from whence you have arrived?" 

She nodded.

He walked smoothly to her and lifted her chin. "Do not fear. I will take care of you."

She looked at him with beautiful, trusting eyes.

"Now that you have warmed up, why don't I take your cloak?" he suggested, carefully untying it from beneath her chin. 

When he opened the sides of the cloak to reveal her beneath it, he sucked in his breath at what he saw. She was stark naked underneath save for her black sheer stockings and garters and her leather shoes.

She was totally unashamed, almost oblivious to the fact that she was naked.

He was not oblivious, however. She had a full, lush body, voluptuous even. Her breasts were large and full and hung beautifully against her torso. Her nipples were large and pink. The tops of her thighs were white against the stockings and her Venus mound was covered with a thin layer of dark hair. Her outer lips were slightly parted to reveal the pink of her inner depths. Noting the soft, white flesh and rich curves, he noted that she had obviously not been wandering around for long.

It took him a moment to compose himself. He approached her as he spoke, "I am going to have my ladies feed, bathe, and dress you, and then you will meet up with me again. Will that be pleasing to you, my lady?" He drew the cloak around her again, enveloping her hidden beauty.

She nodded, and he pulled the heavy bell cord to summon his servant. Oden appeared momentarily at the doorway, and if he was surprised to see a maiden in a cloak standing in the master's chamber, he did not show it. Oden was more of a bear than a man, standing seven feet tall with a massive frame, large bald head, and protruding eyes. He had a large scar that started at his left ear and wound its way down his cheek.

"Have Gwyneth and the ladies draw a hot bath for my guest and send one of the ladies to lead her to the chamber," he instructed Oden.

Oden grunted and nodded and retreated, and it wasn't long before a female servant came in and gently led the maiden away.

The master retreated to his bedchamber and called for his man servant/valet to draw a bath for him as well. He would soak in the hot water and will the throbbing in his loins to dissipate because it was too soon for it. He needed to calm himself, and he would think about exactly how he wished to proceed with his visitor.

Chapter 2

An hour and a half passed and the master was out of the tub, freshly dressed in a clean tunic, hose and boots. His dark hair was clean and still damp. It fell to the back of his neck and curled slightly. Unlike others, he did not have a full beard but a small trimmed one, and a mustache as dark as his hair graced his upper lip. Like the beard, it was neatly trimmed. His eyes were dark, calculating and mesmerizing. It was hard to look away if one met his gaze. He was tall, lean, and well-muscled, and his body was strong and powerful. The muscles of his thighs bulged in his hose, and the mass of his loins was apparent beneath the tunic.

He rang for Oden and bid him to check on the visitor. Oden returned and informed his master that she had ceased to eat and bathe and that the women had her dressed.

"Send for her then," he ordered.

"Master, in which chamber would you like her?" Oden questioned. 

"The tower chamber and make haste," he ordered.

Oden hurried away, moving quickly for one so large.

The master made his way to the circular staircase of the keep tower and climbed the stairs, his whole body alert with anticipation. He entered the chamber to find Oden there lighting the torches and the fireplace.

"She will be up shortly, Master," he said as he finished his task and left the room.

Soon thereafter, there was a knock on the chamber door, and the Master's voice commanded the knocker to enter. The damsel tentatively opened the heavy door, turning around to the woman servant for affirmation that she should enter. The servant nodded and moved lithely away. The maiden had no recourse but to enter the chamber and she did, walking slowly, uncertainly.

He was waiting for her in the center of the room, darkly handsome in the dim torchlight, for the chamber was not brightly lit.

"Come in, my dear, and let me look at you. I trust the ladies treated you satisfactorily?"

She nodded as she walked to him. She was radiant. Her long dark hair had been washed and curled, slightly damp tendrils still framing her face which was a perfect oval. Her blue eyes were enormous, fringed with long lashes. She wore a robe of cloth of silk, tied at the waist with braided golden thread. She wore a circlet of gold on top of her dark locks. Her feet were in embroidered slippers, and the dark stockings were just visible beneath the flowing hem of the robe. The robe could barely conceal her full breasts, and her large nipples were straining against the material.

He sucked in his breath and it caught in his throat. She was lovelier than he had even realized. He reached for her hand, and she proffered it. He enclosed it in a warm embrace. His hand was firm, calloused from battle, strong and masculine with long fingers and neatly groomed nails.

"You are beautiful, my dear. Are you frightened?"

She shook her head, her robe parting slightly at the neck as a curl of dark hair swept across her white chest.

"Oddly, no, I am not, Master. Well, just a little, but it feels right to be here somehow, and I can remember nothing else."

"Do you trust me, lady?" He asked, studying her face.

She nodded. "You have saved my life, and I owe you everything I have. I surely would have perished in the cold had you not let me in and offered me sanctuary."

"Good, then I need you to trust me no matter what happens. Can you do that?"

"Master, I owe you my very existence. Whatever you command I must obey. It is as if I am indentured to you now----like a slave."

He lifted a long, curling strand of her hair and twisted it around his finger, tugging at it slightly.

"So you will accept whatever happens in this chamber, since you belong to me now? You said yourself that you are my slave."

She nodded again and her blue gaze met his black one, and she did not look away. She seemed to drown in his stare, and he released her hair and embraced her, pressing her soft body to his own muscular one. She did not pull away. A very good sign he thought. He bent his head and sought her lips and pressed his to hers. He clasped her tightly to him as he kissed her, caressing her back with firm strokes as he did so. His hands wandered farther down her back and found the curve of her ass cheeks which he squeezed, molding them into his hands.

She did not try to break the kiss but responded almost eagerly. When his expert tongue parted her lips, she allowed its entry into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth and met it with her own. He kissed her more hungrily now, his tongue dancing swiftly with hers.

When he finally pulled back and looked down at her, she was looking up at him, flushed and breathing hard. Her robe had opened during the embrace and her nipples were as hard as small pebbles. He could see that the ladies with hot wax and small blades had cleaned her lady parts and they looked like a succulent pink flower. The tip of her clitoris was showing between her inner lips. His shaft throbbed, and again he could feel the blood rushing to his member.

He could tell she was responding to him, and when he lifted one heavy breast and caressed it, she moaned. He lifted the heavy orb in his hand and stroked it, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned again. He knew she was becoming aroused. He let go of her breast and pulled on the braided thread at her waist and completely opened the robe. He let it slide from her shoulders and fall to the ground. He reached down and tossed it aside. Clasping her hand, he led her across the chamber. He set her down on a thick wooden bench that had been covered in animal hides that had been cured and tanned.

He laid her on her back and knelt beside her. As he knelt, the bench was at the height of his face. He could reach her easily with his mouth and hands.

He kissed her lips again and then let his lips and tongue meander down her throat to her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard. She moaned again. He did the same to her other nipple while caressing the first nipple with his fingers. He could hear her labored breathing and see the glistening moisture between her legs.

"Lady, I will not hurt you," he said.

"Master, again, I owe you my life. I trust you."

"Know, then, that whatever happens, I will not harm you fully. I will need you to obey. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Master," she said with a small pant that sent his cock springing to full attention. He saw her eyes go to the bulge in front of him, and she did not look away.

He walked out of the view of her stare and returned with something. He lifted her knees and instructed her to clasp below her legs with her arms. He reached for the object he had placed beside the bench. It was metal shackles. He put her wrists through the openings and clamped them shut. Her hands were now shackled beneath her legs and the curving white ass and glistening pink pussy flesh were now exposed to him. He could hear her breathing hard. From fear or excitement he was not sure.

He went across the room and returned with a leather whip. He raised it and lowered it onto her soft, white ass flesh. She flinched and cried out but did not seem distressed.

"You are my slave to do with as I please," he said, his eyes growing darker and glinting with desire. "And, it pleases me to do this to you." 

He raised his hand and brought the whip down again, harder, against her bare ass. She flinched and cried out again.

He was incredibly aroused now and could not stop. He let the leather make contact with her flesh again and again, stopping just short of cutting her soft, beautiful white skin. His hand raised and lowered the whip, and it made a slapping noise as it hit her ass cheeks, her thighs, and then her Venus mound.

She was turning her head from side to side crying out, her long, dark curled tresses flapping against the leather on the bench as she moved her head. Her breasts were heaving, her eyes dilated to almost black with just a ring of blue.

He hit her again and again and then he lowered the leather straps of the whip to her wet, pink pussy and slapped it with a smart smacking noise that almost echoed in the chamber. She cried out again but did not look afraid. He hit her delicate pink flesh again and then raised the whip to her large breasts. The black leather came crashing down, reddening the full white orbs as it made contact with them. She moaned and cried out and writhed as he hit her again and again.

"Tell me you like me to do this to you, my sweet, sultry slave. Tell me," he commanded.

"I like it, Master," she replied. "Strike me again, Master."

His cock throbbed, and he could feel his early fluids leaking, wetting the cloth of his tunic. He could see her eyes looking at the bulging shaft and wet spot and he was filled with extreme lust. He lowered the whip again and again to her breasts, making her back arch in pain.

He dropped to his knees and began to bathe the reddened flesh with his tongue. She writhed and moaned under his tongue and when he took a rock-hard nipple into his warm, wet mouth, she cried out again.

"Ohhhhhhh."

He was furiously sucking and biting her nipple now as she writhed and cried out.

"Yes, Master, suck it with your warm mouth. Be like a suckling babe with its wet nurse."

Her passionate declaration surprised and pleased him. He did as she bade, and she began twisting her body in utter excitement and passion as his mouth fervently sucked the hard nipples of her reddened breasts. He bit down on her right nipple almost savagely. He pulled on the nipple with his mouth, elongating it to an unreal length. The master reached behind him for the leather whip and raised it. He let the tips of the leather straps of the whip graze her long, tight nipple and she cried and begged for him to put his mouth on her again.

But it was not to be. He rose to his feet, and he brought the whip down on her soft, pink pussy. He let the leather straps make contact with the delicate pink flesh again and again. He could see the little knob of her clitoris standing erect, like a monk with his hood removed. He gazed down at the opening of her pussy and he marveled at the amount of clear, shiny juices dripping from her hole. This was too good to be true. She not only allowed him to have his way with her, but she was almost as aroused as he was. He reached down and stroked the top of his hard shaft for a moment as he wondered vaguely if this was really happening. For a moment, he suspected he was dreaming this in his mind as he paced restlessly in front of the stone fireplace in the chamber below.

He saw her watching his hand as he stroked his cock through the fabric and he stopped, grasped the whip tightly, and brought it down hard on her wet, pink flesh. She moaned and cried as he brought it down on her again and again.

He knelt suddenly again and plunged his tongue hungrily into her dripping opening, sucking and drinking her juices like a bee drinks nectar. Her juices did taste like nectar to him, and he hungrily devoured them. He ran his tongue from the erect pink tip of her clitoris to the dripping hole over and over, but he did not let her find release. He could hear her moaning and when he felt she was climbing to the pinnacle he stopped.

He rose and dropped his hose and let her eyes take in his hard, throbbing cock. It was thick and long and hard as a lance. The shaft was close to nine inches long and the foreskin was not visible as the thick, round head of the shaft was completely revealed and glistening with his juices. He saw her eyeing it hungrily, and he straddled her face, the dripping head of his cock just inches from her lips.

He grasped the back of her head with his hand and forced his shaft into her mouth. She took the long, thick member into her mouth and down her throat, and he held her hair as he slid inside her. He let her feel the length and thickness of his cock deep in her throat for a few minutes, sliding it against the soft skin of her mouth and throat.

He then pulled back so the shiny head was just inside her lips, and he moved it in and out for a moment as her lips closed around it.

"Suck me, lady. Suck me hard with your mouth, slut. Suck me," he commanded.

Her lips closed around the large head and he could feel her tongue grazing the tender underside of his cock right beneath the head as he pumped it into her open mouth. She sucked it hard, the suction of her lips almost driving him over the edge. He placed her head back on the leather-clad bench and tilted his body forward, his weight on his hands. He continued to pump into her sucking mouth as she sucked him. He could hear her muffled breathing and quiet moans as she sucked, and he began to lower himself slightly so that his cock was going deeper inside her warm, wet mouth.

"Suck me, slut, suck me!" he cried as his excitement was mounting to a fever-pitch. She began to suck him harder and faster, her tongue still moving against his cock and her mouth closing tightly to create suction. He was becoming crazed with the feel of her mouth on him, and he thought about the first time he saw her nakedness beneath the cloak. He thought about the beautiful young woman who was shackled beneath him and sucking him with an instinct he hadn't known she possessed. 

"My God, slut. Suck me harder. Come on, slave. You must needs finish what you've started!"

He tilted his hips slightly forward and felt his cock go deeper inside her mouth, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. 

"Master wants you to suck it faster, slut. Suck faster!" he commanded. 

His gorgeous bound slave obeyed, quickening the pace of her sucking, her tongue working equally fast as she engulfed his cock with her mouth and throat. His eyes were closed as he fucked her face hard and fast. His excitement was mounting to a fever-pitch, and he could barely stand it.

"God's eyes," he exclaimed. "I'm going to spill my seed in your mouth, slave. Here it is! UHHHHHHHHHH!" he roared as he felt the blasts of hot cream shoot from his throbbing cock. As he poured his load deep into her throat, one blast after the next, his eyes opened and found hers. She looked deep into his black gaze as he climaxed, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise, desire, and what seemed like exultation.

When the last drops of semen had spilled from him, he steadied himself and looked down into her face, reading the expression. He exhaled deeply and composed himself, rising to his feet and re-assembling his shaft and his clothing.




A Visitor in the Night



He could see the juices spilling from her pussy, and he forced his eyes to focus elsewhere. He unshackled her and pulled her to her feet. He helped to steady her as she seemed a little shaky. He drew her to him and pressed his mouth to hers. To his surprise, she opened his lips with her tongue and pressed some of his hot, white cream into his mouth. She had not swallowed it. He stood there pressing her naked body to his, kissing her and sharing the white cream until he pulled away.

"Swallow the rest of my seed, slave," he ordered. She obeyed, and he watched her swallow hard. She looked at him expectantly, her body taught with excitement and exertion. 

The master took her hand and led her across the dim chamber. There was a large iron bedstead in the corner. He pressed her down onto the bed until she was lying on her back. She did not try to move away as he fitted each wrist into a shackle that was attached to the curving iron headboard. He looked with new desire at the beautiful curving body, the huge breasts and wet, bare pussy. He looked at her beautiful face framed by her dark hair and at her arms spread wide, each wrist shackled to the bed. He could see that she was breathing hard and her wetness betrayed her continued arousal. There would be no more for her tonight. He had reached his release, and he would leave her shackled in the chamber till the morrow.

"You will remain here this night, my slave," he informed her. "Oden will come in at dawn and unshackle you, and a lady will assist you to relieve yourself. Oden will reposition you here, and I will find you waiting for me like this at daybreak."

He knew that her body and mind would have to calm themselves as she lay alone, shackled in the dark chamber. He would return to her in the morning to do as he pleased. The master put out the torches, lifting one from a sconce to light his way downstairs. He gave her one backward glance as he threw another log onto the fire, and the fire crackled and blazed brighter like a metaphor of the desire in the chamber. His need was sated. Hers would have to wait.

He closed the door behind him, and he knew she could hear his tread on the stairs as he retreated down the curving, stone staircase.



A Visitor or A Dream?



A note as to origins:

When I was a college student, I had an intense 18 month relationship with a woman I thought I would marry. We lived together the last semester. When I graduated and entered the army, she had another year of college remaining. I began writing her a weekly erotic letter, always couched in non-pornographic form. She loved the notes and said they gave her hours of masturbatory joy (and I also got my kicks writing them).

As happens all so often to teen romances, this one went sour (for non-sexual reasons) and we wed other persons. But we have stayed in touch over the years, and we've met for good motel/hotel sex from time to time -- usually 14 hours of overnight bliss. She e-mailed me recently to say that she was very horny and would I mind writing her a "Fort Chaffee/Fort Holabird letter" referring to where I was stationed when I sent her erotic mail years ago. So I did, and here is what she read a few days ago.

The first hint of autumn in the central Texas air emboldens you to drive out into the hills, and to walk amidst the cedar breaks and the still-flamboyant blue bonnets. You desire solitude today, and such is what you found, even extending to the modest cabin that you rent for the night to the rear of a 150-acre property owned by a retired couple. You found the place through a travel section ad, and it meets your expectations perfectly. You have a glass of wine with the couple on their porch but decline a dinner invitation, saying that you will make do with the salad in your cooler. The truth is that you simply wish to be alone with your thoughts.

Dusk comes swiftly in the Texas hills, the last rays of sun yielding to the purplish gloom that engulfs everything around you. You find the cabin comfortable, and after a long shower – oh, to get rid of the tiredness that could be serious hiking aches tomorrow – you put on your nightie and curl up in bed to read a bit. Tiredness tugs at your eyes very early, and you snap off the light and snuggle under the blanket, enjoying the rarity of time all by yourself. The breeze through the open window is just chill enough to make you hold the blanket tight around your body. Almost immediately you are in a deep sleep....

What is the presence that you suddenly sense alongside you? You realize that your backside is pressing firmly against a comfortable body. You stir but do not open your eyes; slumber still reigns, even when a tender hand comes up to stroke your cheek. You move your head around in response to the touch, and you feel the softness of hair – could this be a beard? – against your neck and face. Your mind does not bother sorting out the sensations that tumble through your mind. And when strong arms go around your body, pulling you even closer against the unseen presence, you find yourself relaxing, and thinking, “How good it is, to be held during the night.....”

How long? Eyes still closed, you drift in and out of a half-sleep. You stir again and sigh softly when hands creep up to find and cup your breasts. You flex your shoulders, as if to offer more of yourself to the caressing hands, and you feel your nipples involuntarily tauten....

Deep slumber returns, a welcome respite from having to decide things for yourself. You feel hands moving to the straps of your nightie, gently shoving them down your shoulders. The flimsy garment is suddenly around your waist, and when the hands return to your breasts, they find bare flesh. Their touch is at once arousing and comforting, and once again you move your head back so that your face rubs against the soft hair of a beard.....

A hand moves from your bare breast to your chin, and tilts your head back until your lips brush against an open and warm mouth. Tongues meet and swirl together; your eyes remain locked as you savor being kissed, and kissing in return. A low moan of comfort and satisfaction....

Once again you drift between deep sleep and a half-awareness that you are experiencing something very pleasant, something that you wish to continue. And when one of the hands returns to your nightie, and gently tugs the hem up your body, you involuntarily wiggle to free it from your legs. You now realize, vaguely, that your gown is now simply a narrow band of cloth wrapped around your waist, and that your body is open for further touches....

And they are most gentle touches: hands sliding down your tummy, pausing to tease and stroke here and there, eliciting more sighs and wiggles. You press your body back against the strong presence, knowing that you are with someone who is bent on pleasing you, and giving you the special warmth of feeling that you are a desired woman....

The tongue-swirling kiss continues, and now one hand remains at your breasts while the other glides across your very personal V. You move to meet the hand and its extended fingers, to 

invite them to touch and probe further, and suddenly there is a presence inside your body, one that brings a nearly-stifled exclamation of joy through the tightening kiss. You begin moving against the touching hand, telling it that it is most welcome, and that it is bringing you unbounded pleasure. You find your hands involuntarily seizing the wadded up nightie and pulling it up and over your shoulders, so that your body is now bare....

Hands gently guide you back onto the bed, so that once against you are snug against a loving firmness. Hands resume their stroking and touching, with you body responding to each caress – with increasing vigor as your emotions mount.... 

And now you feel a new hardness, one that is creeping between your legs from behind. Your right leg tilts up slightly to make way for its intrusion, and your body gives it a welcoming rub. And suddenly there is even a stronger presence within your body, and you are writhing against it, giving it the total access that it demands...

Time vanishes. You are so caught up in the pleasure of the moment that you are oblivious to the world, or who you are; all you know is that great joy is being given to you. And the surge that soon sweeps over you is so staggering in intensity that you fear you are about to cry out loudly....

You do not. You gasp, you moan, you demand another kiss. You feel a wetness, and a gradual lessening of the intrusion into your body. You find both hands and return them to cup your breasts, and you are lost in a feeling of deep contentment....

Total sleep creeps back upon you, and your mind is now a pleasant blank as you slumber through the Texas night....

First light awakens you, and when you stir you are almost surprised to find yourself alone in the bed. Memories, vague memories, skitter through your mind. You ask, “Exactly what happened to me? If that was a dream....”

As you start to get out of bed you realize that you are nude, and that your crumpled nightie is on the floor. You wonder again, “If that was a dream....”

There is a blue bonnet on the window ledge. You pick it up and rub it against your body. You smile. “If that was a dream...”