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  It had been raining 
          all night for the past three nights......thunder loud enough to make 
          the Windows rattle, the lightening bright enough to light the inside 
          of the house almost like day light, the air heavy with moisture, wet 
          with the rainy droplets, the ground sparkling in the night time, reflecting 
          the faint light of the sky and the lamp lights, the water running off 
          the road like rivulets of wavy patterns, seeming like mirages in the 
          dessert heat, except it was cool, the temperature dropping, making one 
          give the odd shiver.................and yet inside.............ah inside, 
          as if the passion of the elements was contained in human form......... 
          a jump of exhilaration with each thunder, a startle a shiver, hugging 
          closely, arms entwining.............breathing so hard and fast, the 
          staccato fall of the raindrops on the tiled roof setting a rhythm all 
          its own, devoid of music except for the music of the rhythm of nature.............the 
          coolness outside having no effect on the heat within......spreading, 
          warming, comforting, consuming!!! Ahhhhhh........all consuming, filled with the raging fires within, the 
          all encompassing need of nature, the desire reflected in the half-closed 
          eyes, darkened with passion, the cool wetness outside an antithesis 
          of the warm wetness within, sweat-drenched rather than rain-drenched......."We 
          should slow down"........."No, do you really want me to? 
          You don't want me to"...........whispers of excitement, breathless, 
          gasping, the need and the desire evident in the hushed whispers, the 
          tiny but deep kisses, the racing heartbeat, the raging pulse at the 
          base of her throat...and his when his Adam's apple bobs up and down, 
          just the once..........."Yes I do mean it" followed by a 
          desperate kiss, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him into her mouth, 
          devouring, tasting, thrusting, melding together....."Soon, soon 
          beloved" his voice hoarse almost harsh..........pushing forward, 
          pressing into each other, his hand stroking her back, seated, facing 
          each other on the floor, unravelling, revealing, each heated inch of 
          skin to questing fingers, smooth strokes baring more and more, possessively 
          caressing, pulling his wandering lips up for a deep thrust, a kiss claimed, 
          palms moving lower over taut nipples, tiny in the mat of hair, moving 
          lower over the bare contours of smooth satiny skin, lower, both entwining, 
          meeting as one, skin against skin, pushing back to the floor, the heat 
          so consuming, the fire raging higher, gasping for breath in between, 
          the thunder like loud drums of war or sport to reflect the sport within, 
          the lightening lighting the planes and contours, making visible the 
          desperate need, the hunger and the ache, the desire and the pleasure..............hands 
          lowering, finding the wetness within, heated and warming, comforting, 
          a climatic contrast to the cold climatic wetness outside.......eyes 
          meet, breath hitches for her, he moves further, pushing, claiming, kissing 
          again, tongues thrusting, echoes, mimics of the thrusting within, the 
          pull and push of attraction, like magnetic forces, dancing as the rain 
          patters overhead, a rhythmic beat to the rhythm within, nature echoing 
          nature, doing what comes naturally, the push and pull of the forces 
          of nature, the give and take of the entwined, the thrust of the embedded, 
          the tempo rising, the tempest outside fading in the face of the tempest 
          within, as it rises......rises.....rises...................and explodes!!!!!!!!!
 Soon, the calm after the storm.........still entwined, still moulded 
          together as one...a smile shared, a soft caress pushing back a lock 
          of his hair, a soft kiss on her temple, relaxing....still entwined, 
          calm descending but for the forces without, the storm within has passed....for 
          now...for now.......for now......
 
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