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Tales of decadence, debauchery,
lust, passion, desire, seduction,
etc. etc. etc. I think you get the
idea. - Mild to Wild . . . . . . .
At the Cabin
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At the Cabin
The Cabin . . .by mdg._
I had managed to get the fireplace going earlier that day as soon as we arrived, it was nice and warm, cozy by now. My right hand soon found its way to one of her breasts. The thin red dress did little to hide the firm, full shape of her breasts, as I cupped and squeezed it with my hand. She moaned as I slipped both of my hands between our pressed bodies, then started to undo the buttons on the front of her dress.
"I thought you were going to open the wine ?"
"I will, as soon as we're naked. Then we'll fix our snacks, open the wine, get comfy by the fire and count snowflakes."
She wasted no time in helping to get us both quickly disrobed. Why not, miles from the nearest other human, beginning to snow again, no phone, no TV, and a beautiful view, through the large floor to ceiling windows overlooking the valley and frozen river below. Now barely visible through the snowstorm. By morning, we would be isolated for a few days, so what was the hurry. We were well stocked with food, wine, wood for the fire, and plenty of pleasure seeking lust. What more do you need to relax and enjoy.
I decorked the wine, she prepared our "dinner". Very pleasant to watch titties merrily bouncing around the kitchen gathering all the essentials to one large tray. Bread, cheeses, sausage, olives, celery sticks, and such. Nothing to cook, no dishes to wash. With cushions, blankets, and pillows thrown on the floor, this is where the games begin. No sooner a sip of wine to toast the debauchery to come, a mouse sitting by the logs. A decision must be made. Do I hunt down the little critter for the next few hours and whack it, or get back to the wine, snacks and play with the pussy. A small plate with cheese and a piece of bread, and another tiny plate with a bit of wine set by the logs. And easy decision to make. Believe it or not, it sipped on the wine, and snacked on the rest. I guess it now knows it has nothing to fear, warm, well fed with the blizzard outside, and only a friendly pussy in here.
Now late in the evening, with candles and fire our only light, a nice warm glow reflected back in off the falling snow. Looking out at the blowing snow, sipping my wine, my fingers gently fondling her pussy, a hot little hand playing with my cock. Just talk of how relaxing it was to watch such a storm from the warmth and comfort in here. Fingers still dripping with her soft scented juices, an olive or two I pop to my mouth, a sip of wine, then fondle her damp pussy some more. So very relaxed, but rising to the occasion, an eager erection in her hot little hands. Without pomp or question, still looking out at the storm, her hand so firmly around my cock, she straddles, then squats, impales herself, so slowly sliding on it, up and down. No words were spoken, she was helping herself, the erection was there, she had brought it about, I was sipping my wine, so why not pleasure on what was in hand. I suppose she thought, if I wanted to join in, or whether not, my hard cock surrounded by hot eager pussy would quickly bring me in tune.
I thought, "Now isn't this cute?" Watching the snow blowing by the window like a mysterious lace curtain, the warm orange glow from the fireplace on this scene, her hips and ass swaying, rocking, up and down, from side to side, back and forth, her hands firmly gripped to my thighs, soft moans, sudden deep breaths, and mumbled words,
"oohhh that feels good, cccoommiinng, ohhyyyyyyyyy,ooyyyyccchhhhhh,yiiiaaaa"
With all her heat, arousal, and flowing, I couldn't be the bystander and not join in.
That, what I see, and what I feel is contentment and lust together as one, not wait for it to happen, not let the moment pass by. If hunger strikes, and it is at hand, then why should one sit, have been offered, and not fill more than the eyes, that all else suffer drooling for want. We have laid here, relaxed with intent, but without plan, the moment she has waited for is at hand, an eager erection, does it now need asking ?
With this blizzard now in full force, I wonder why so many, who say they are lovers, when presented with soaked pussy, with such firm erection, must think to ask, "do you want to?"
It makes me wonder, what makes one so insecure, that when all conditions of arousal, want, need, and desire are exchanged by us, that we should be so foolish as to ask for approval. Do you really think this hardon is for "peacock" display, or perhaps it could be as should, because I want and need the same as she ?
For the moment it's though as time here is standing still. Until this blizzard stops, and the plows clear the road down below, there is no going anywhere. As it looks now, that will be several days.
She rolls over and lays down beside me, "yummy, that was nice" a subtle grin, a sip of her wine, for the moment well pleased. Our guest, the mouse, beside the logs, content and asleep.
Not sure who dozed off first, me or she, nor any idea for how long. I woke with my hand fondling her breasts, gently playing with her nipples, then rubbing her tummy and back again. Not quite awake, her hand on mine, and pressed it firmer to her breast. Her nipples so aroused and erect, inviting, demanding my lips should tease. Her fingers playing in my hair, yet ever so slight guiding my path. From nipples to tummy, along her thighs, teasing, savoring, nibbling, tracing a map with eager tongue. Her soft, subtle moans, slow roll of her hips, with greedy broad of tongue, slowly between her swollen pussy lips, to tip of my tongue firmly probing beneath her rising clit. Her moans of pleasure, more eager, directing, hands now tightly held to my head, nectars of arousal, flow to my chin, digging my tongue as deep as I could, with each probe, her body shudders, begging for more. Hot soft thighs tightly pressed to my cheeks, grinding hips, sudden thrusts, her hips, pussy so tight to my lips. Her clit I suck, tongue exploring every hot wet crevice, holding, fondling her thighs, her body shudders and sways, faster, wrenching, pulsing to my greedy drooling tongue.
"ooohhh don't stop, yyeeaaahh, rriight there, more, faster, uuhhhhhhhh."
All her orgasm's nectars flooding to my lips, down my chin, along her trembling hot flesh, driving me wilder, to give her more. With one sudden motion, she pushes me off, and hard on my back, her hand trembling around my cock, and slides her drenched pussy down hard, no time for request. So deep in her hot pussy, I exploded, as all my body felt like fire, she rocked and swayed, with convulsive jerks, one last explosive orgasm, and collapsed on my chest, her pussy still twitching around my diminishing cock.
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