That One Moment


You did this to me. Just you. All I did was tell you what I wanted at some point in time. It was up to you when that time was. I wanted you to surprise me...and you did. Much more than I had ever imagined, better than I had ever dreamed. You fulfilled this desire...fantasy if you will...more than I thought possible. That one moment found in time eternal.

I was asleep. We had gone to bed early that day. I had just spent the previous 5 hours working with a rather headstrong filly, much like my Brandy of youth, after a 12 hour shift at work. You had just worked 16 hours and we were both exhausted. We both had the next night off.

After a long hot soak in the tub to relax muscles and a good body massage for each other, rubbing in much needed oils to restore lost moisture in our skin, we curled up together - you holding me tight - and passed out. I don't remember anything, not a thing, after that.

Until that one moment.

That one moment in time where my whole body was so utterly relaxed, unable to resist a single thought, a single movement...a single touch. You had gently removed yourself from me, how you managed not to wake me up is still beyond me. I must have been really out of it. I'm not exactly a light sleeper, but I notice it when you leave. I might not sense it then, but when I awaken after a good rest, I know if you have left the bed for any reason. I know when you pull away to roll over...I just do. But this time...it must have been the exhaustion, because I did not feel you gone, I did not sense your absence...nothing...until that one moment.

Treading lightly across the wood floor to the nearby chest of drawers, you opened one of them silently. Then reaching in, you pulled out the harness. Quietly, so as not to wake me, you donned the tool, tightening the leather straps, making sure the fit was snug. It must have worked because I never noticed, but I knew what you had to do. I'm not sure what you did from that point, but you warmed it before crawling back into bed...or maybe you got back into bed and let our body heat warm it up. I don't know. I know you spooned me from behind, like we always do, my back pressed against your chest, my hips folded into yours with the front of your thighs up against the backs of mine.

Lying there, you quietly listened to the steady rhythm of my breath, unchanged...even with the disturbance of you leaving and coming back. I am quite surprised at this, because I even notice when you leave just to go to the restroom. Sliding one hand under my waist, the other on top, you pull my hips toward you. I know this, because it was part of my dream, part of my fantasy. To ease into this. To still be asleep when it all happened so that all I was awake for, all I was conscious for, was that one moment.

Easing my hips back, you reach down with one hand, spreading my lips carefully, but with no hesitation; because you knew once you got started, there would be no stopping. You knew you needed to go all the way with this idea, even if I woke now or halfway through. I also knew that instinctively, that if I trusted the person with my life, completely, I would comply by unconsciously pushing my hips back and opening up...not knowing I was doing this. This must have happened, because I do not remember anything but that one moment.

I know lube was used, for being asleep and no arousal on my part, this would have been difficult and uncomfortable. So, well lubed and with a guiding hand, you slid into me, pushing steadily until you were in as far as you can go. I know I must have made some kind of movement, acknowledgment, something...how could I not? Removing your hand to grasp my hip again, you pulled back just enough to feel it slide out...just a little...then with your strong hands you pulled my hips toward you again, bending my body so that you can get deeper penetration. I think this is when I started to wake, everything was still groggy and unfocused, I was still off in dreamland, of where my dreams must exist but do not follow me to wakefulness as I rarely remember my dreams. Pulling out again and pushing back in, deeper, you begin to slide in and out, a smooth insistant rhythm, feeling my body respond to you like it had never before. There were no thoughts, no barriers...no walls here. Just you...pushing me toward that one moment.

Noticing my bodies movement, reaching back with every thrust in, you let go of my hip to reach around and down, sliding your fingers inside, between my folds, feeling the heat and gathering wetness that was my own. The probe slid in deeper now, less resistance as I became aroused, the head pushing up against my g-spot while your fingers danced over my clit...teasing me...taking me to that one moment.

It did not take long, not long at all. With all barriers of awareness gone, I can totally commit to what my body was feeling...every stretch the skin made as you pushed in, filling every crevasse...every fold. The skin on my clit being pulled back every time you push in, exposing the ultra-sensitive tip to the caresses of your fingers, taking me ever closer to that one moment.

I woke to strong hands on my hips, your chest against my back, your breath hot in my ear as I hear you whisper loving words into my senses as I drew ever closer. My center was clasping and unclasping faster, harder as I felt the tide rise and crash with unexpected fluidity, white lights dancing behind closed eyelids, your name bursting from my lips as the realization hit me. That one moment I wanted was here.

The orgasm was as powerful as it was easy, as electric as it was comforting, as unexpected as it was expected. With a low moan following the cry of release, I reach back with my hands, grasping your hips as they continued to thrust against me, pushing the probe deeper as I opened up further...pushing back into you, begging you not to stop...asking for more...to prolong that one moment as I continued to ride the wave that still beat within my body...my soul. That one moment found in time eternal.



Straight Shooter


The air is scented with the acrid stench of gunpowder, wisps of smoke rise through the air as I sight down the long dark barrel. The cool wooden stock is pressed tightly against my cheek as I look out into the distance, focusing on an object, a tin can, perched upon a boulder some 500 yards away. Taking a deep breath, holding it just a fraction of a second, I shift the barrel of the rifle just enough to create the image of the can sitting on the very tip of the front sight that is bracketed by the rear. Letting my breath out slowly, evenly, I squeeze the trigger ever so gently, applying steady even pressure. Suddenly there is a loud bang, the end of the rifle barely moves as the shell is automatically expelled from the chamber at the exact second the tin can is snapped into the air as the speeding bullet slams into it.

Smiling winningly, I lower the rifle, snapping on the safety as I place it barrel up against the rough wooden fence post. Picking up another tin can that was sitting atop it I turn around and watch the woman behind me lower a pair of binoculars. Cocking her head slightly as she faced me, a slow smile spread across her face as my eyes met those of green.

"See? I told you I can hit a can at 500 yards with this pea shooter" I announced, a hint of pride in my voice. Squatting down, I start to collect the brass shell casings strewn in the soft dirt.

"Yes you did, I admit. I didn't expect you to do that with a .22...and no telescopic lens at that." was the low vocal reply as she reached down do the same. "You sure you didn't cast a spell or something?"

"Of course not silly. I may be your raven-haired witch, but I don't cheat. So, I win? Right? I won the bet." I teased, my voice lowering slightly as I hint at what I wanted. Sifting through the dirt, finding no more casings, I stood up. Placing the casings inside the can, I offer it to her to add those she had collected.

Stepping close, pouring the shells into the can and taking it, her fingers brushing over the tops of mine and our bodies nearly touching, she asks "So what is it that you want?" Green eyes darkened a shade, the smell of her skin mingling with the sharp odor of gunpowder and the crisp scent of fall in the air.

Inhaling deeply, I reach up to run the fingers of my right hand through her short dark hair, drawing them down and over to the back of her neck, caressing the soft skin...feeling the heartbeat as they stop to linger over her pulse point. "We talked about that this morning, or don't you remember?" I replied, leaning in close to lightly brush my lips over hers and then letting go and backing away.

With lips still tingling with the near absent contact, the slightly taller woman took a step forward to catch herself as she had leaned in. "What? Oh, yes, I remember, but I thought..."

Smiling mischievously, I quote "'...you thought'" and then spinning around to face away I state; "Yes, but we need to clean these rifles first." I reach down and grab two rifles, one in each hand. Turning back, I hand one to her as I collect a third and then headed up the dirt path toward the house, ducking around a few low hanging tree branches that line the trail. Feeling that she had not joined me in our trek, I pause in mid-stride. Curious, I look back to see her still standing there at the edge of the freshly plowed field, the rifle limply held in one hand, the tin can in the other and a bemused look on her face.

"Coming?" I called, wondering what was going through that lovely head of hers.

Looking up and saw her lover standing there in the dirt tract. Through the trees, filtered sunlight shone on long black tresses cascading down over her shoulders and back, dark eyes watching her every move. She realized that she wanted this woman, here and now. Not later, not inside. But out here in the fresh cool air, with the sun on her back and the earth beneath her feet. Taking a deep breath, she strode purposefully forward, covering the distance between the two women in just a few short strides. Stopping next to an oak she leaned her rifle against it and placed the can on the ground. Then reaching out she grasped the two rifles the other woman was carrying and pulled them from her grip, placing them alongside the other rifle.

"Wha..." was all I was able to get out before my lips were crushed in a heavy demanding kiss, hands came up to roughly grasp at my breasts and my body was forcibly pushed up against that same oak.

Wow. If I knew that this would have THIS kind of effect on her, I would have done it a lot sooner. A sudden burst of desire exploded throughout my being, causing me to gasp for breath at the intensity of it. I opened my mouth to receive the imposing tongue, moaning into hers as our tongues met and collided, demanding entrance into the other to taste...savor...explore.

Expelling a low groan of need, amazed that she wasn't being turned down, that this woman was accepting her advances. She felt the desire that was there ignite to an inferno as she realized that she was going to get what she wanted, when she wanted it, where and how - again.

Pressing her tight up against the rough bark of the tree, the stronger woman applied pressure to the others shirt, lifting it to feel the soft pliable skin beneath...feel it heat with her touch. Their tongues dueled for dominance inside each others mouths, the dark-haired witch lifting her hands to run them through the others hair, caressing her at the nape of her neck and play with the skin behind her ears.

Groaning with the contact of fingers touching the sensitive areas of her head and face, she yanked up the shirt, hooking her fingers under the edge of the bra and drug them both up to bunch under the wiccans neck. Breaking the kiss, she used both hands to remove the clothing and then tossed them aside to catch onto a low hanging branch.

"Neat" I replied breathlessly as I see my bra and shirt swaying in the soft breeze.

"Uh-huh" was the only sound made as my lips were assaulted again, teeth nipping and biting as the hands returned to my body. Reaching down she grasped the top of my jeans, undoing the button and spreading open the flaps. With one hand, she pulled down at one side of my jeans while her other hand the other slid in, smoothing the skin. Deep twisting pulls of desire sparked inside, sending waves of heat throughout my body. Her hand continued its downward trek, caressing, sliding across my flesh. Her tongue inside mine probed deep, conveying her desire and want of me as her hand pushed in even further to suddenly stop.

Drawing back, she gazed at me with a look of shock and wonder that was quickly followed by one of delight. I grin as I notice the expressions crossing over her features as what she feels conveyed its message to her brain.

Gazing into my orbs of green-flecked brown, she noted "You shaved." It was a question within a statement.

Chuckling, I respond with a heavy "Yes, yes I did." Feeling your hand touching the baby soft skin of my bare pubis, only mere inches away from the top of my cleft, I push ever so slightly towards your hand, causing it to slide further down, even closer to my core.

Grinning madly, the spark of desire glowing in your eyes, you pull out to grasp the edges of my jeans with both hands, one on each side and then pushing them down. You squat at the same time to completely remove my clothing. Standing up and stepping back, you rake your eyes up & down my now naked form.

Completely naked, my back against a tall oak, clothes piled around my ankles and hanging from a nearby branch, filtered light is scattered over my lightly tanned body. A strand of raven-black hair hangs down over my face, ending just above my right nipple. My well-endowed chest rises & falls as I breathe heavily, my long muscular legs spread just slightly, arms hanging by my sides.

God she's gorgeous was the thought before you strode forward to kneel in front of me, lifting each leg, spreading them apart more as you gathered up the clothing and set them off to one side.

Grasping her witches buttocks in her hands, she pulled those hips close to her face and her mouth descended into that glorious place. Jutting her tongue out to slide on skin so soft it felt like satin, it seemed to melt like butter under her caressing touch. Slowly she swirled her tongue along the outer edge of the folds, tasting the damp already gathered there, that sweet honeyed milk. Digging deeper she slid her tongue inside, spreading the folds open, lapping juices that flowed freely out as the woman above her writhed and moaned, her hands coming down to bury themselves in the black hair below.

Bursts of heat plowed through my veins as her tongue touched my flesh. Every stroke gave way to a deep ache to build in up inside. Moaning quietly, I grasped her head, pulling it in closer, my legs spread wider as I thrust my hips out, my upper back against the tree for support.

Reaching inside, her tongue gently brushed over the top of my heavily engorged clit, making me jump and moan louder. Swirling and tasting, the wet juices slicking her face as she teased my erect nub. Pushing deeper, she traced a path down my cleft to pause just along the edges of my opening, spinning around the rim. My hips bucked and writhed, drawing her deeper and in, my fingers buried into her hair. Moaning and panting, soft echoes of incoherent words escape into the air. She then penetrated me with her tongue, in as far as she can go, digging deep to lap and drawn out even more of that sweet nectar. Curling her tongue in, out and back up to my clit, she grasped it between her teeth.

I jump as her soft tongue is replaced by rougher teeth and then nearly collapse as she scraped her teeth across the very tip and then drew it in her mouth sucking deep. Quick and vigorous motions made by her tongue over my clit drove me up, building pressure inside so very desperate. Rotating my hips in rhythm, my breath coming in gasps, the heat builds inside, I can feel it rising, nearing completion. Just as I was about to tip over the edge, she stopped and pulled away. Leaning back she looked up at me.

My eyes are closed, head lolled to one side, my breath heaving my chest up and down in a heavy rhythm. My hands had fallen to my sides as my fingers slid out of her hair, my hips out towards her, upper back braced against the tree. Light shimmered off the glistening wet skin of my center, the lips swollen and red, the tip of my clit just barely peeking out between the folds, begging to be caressed, to be touched...completed. A drop of moisture slides down the inside of one leg

Placing her hands on either side of the knee before her, digging her fingers into the flesh, she drew them up along my skin as she stood. Her fingers easing their way north, the left hand on the inside of my thigh bypasses my center by moving to the front, but not before she feels the heat and wet that radiates out to cover the tips.

Lifting my head back against the tree, feeling its solid support, I open my eyes. Oh my Goddess...uuuunnnngghhnnnhhhh...that felt soooo good. Feeling her hands on my skin, caressing and digging in, a moan escapes my mouth as the touch sends more blazes of heat up my legs to my loins, burning...inner lips swelling as more droplets of moisture slide out...OH!!!

A gasp is expelled from my body, echoing through the trees, followed by a low moan. She had grasped a nipple in her mouth, sucking on it hard. Her right hand blazed a trail up my skin to cup one of my breasts and lift it for better attention, the nipple swelling and hardening under her touch. Her left hand stayed south, caressing the smooth bare skin, enjoying the silky softness. Flicking her tongue over the erect nipple, she reached down and in, to rest her hand just alongside my opening, feeling the muscles quiver, and wet slick down to coat her fingers.

Raising my arms, leaning back into the tree, the bark rough against my skin, I push my fingers through the soft short hair of the woman before me as she sucked and nibbled at my breast. A high pitched whimper is expelled into the crisp autumn air, hot skin cooling in the breeze, her fiery touch in sharp contrast. Nerve endings sharpen to near painful sensitivity, soft forest sounds become loud as senses are enhanced.

Letting go of the nipple, she places a trail of kisses up my chest, across my collarbone, up to the pulse point in my neck. My heart beat beneath her lips, a steady fast pace as my breath echoes out to drift low moans into the air. Swirling her tongue over the spot and then opening her mouth, she bit down, denting the skin. Hearing the my breath catch in my throat, her hand released the breast it cradled to move to the other breast, gently running a thumb over the swelling nipple.

Dropping one hand to grip around her back, digging fingers into her shoulder, I try to convey my desire through clenching and unclenching digits, vibrating my need through them as the deep pull of ache intensified with every flick of my nipple, the pressure of teeth on my skin, the heated nearness of that hand - oh so close to my core.

Noticing the increased pressure of the hand on her back, the endless whimpers of desire being emitted out that lovely mouth, she dropped her right hand to the outside of my left leg just above my knee. She pulled at it, lifting it up, she wrapped and hooked it around her waist. Pinned up against the tree, now wide open, nothing to bar her way, she slid her left hand up, closer to that heated center...dripping with want...desire...

With my left leg hooked around the her hip, I pulled her in close, driving my center closer...the need aching inside, a pulsing...throbbing core of desire. I want her to fill me, dig into me...be in me...Oh, please, yes...touch me...oh...sounds escape my mouth, some incoherent, others begging for more. A touch to satisfy beyond desire, to feel that release again and again and again...

Reaching up with your right hand, trailing it up the softness of my stomach, I feel my skin move under your touch. You rest your hand again on an exposed breast, cupping, lifting. Bending your head down to lightly tease the very tip of my nipple, already erect from previous attentions and cool air, the sensation was almost too much. Scraping your teeth along the roughened tip, this action driving bolts of pulse pounding ache down, my hips thrusting out toward the hand that is now sliding wetly into my folds, caressing...feeling...burying themselves into molten hot heat.

Slowly, ever so slowly, you coat your hand in the slick, covering it completely, flicking your thumb occasionally across my erect clit, making me twitch and whimper louder. Biting down on my nipple and then drawing it into your mouth, you suckle hard, eliciting a deep throated moan as both my hands descend onto your back, gripping hard, my head coming down off the tree to gaze at the dark head buried in my breast.

Releasing my breast, your head comes up to capture my mouth in a passionate kiss, driving my head back to the tree once more, pushing your body closer, three fingers pausing just at the opening before driving deep inside. Waves of purest pleasure encompass my body, my muscles vibrate and then open and release, drawing the fingers in deeper. You thrust in...driving deep two, three, then four times...pulling out completely, accompanied by a whimper that is suddenly turned into a high pitched moan when a fourth finger is added. You draw away from the heated kiss.

"My God your open. You are so wet and ready. Do you want this baby?" You ask, pressing four fingers against my cleft, the thumb folded tightly against the palm, just waiting for my assent.

Unable to vocalize, I just nod repeatedly, breath hitching in my throat as it increases in tempo, whimpers expelled and my pulse pounding in my ears as I realize that you are about to give me what I desire most.

Smiling, then recapturing my mouth, teeth roughly nipping at my already reddened and swollen lips, your tongue driving hard, penetrating deep the same instant that your hand pushes in, fingers folding to form a fist, filling me up and driving me against the tree as you ram into that sweet spot you know deep inside. A loud low groan shudders throughout my body, vibrating from around your wrist, inside, up my stomach, my breasts and out into your mouth hard against mine. My muscles ripple across your fist sending more waves to pound through my body, capturing my heart...waves of feeling, of pleasures so great as not to have definition.

Pulling out part way and then pushing in deep, you drive yourself inside once more. Amazed that you could push into me so easily, you realize that I was so very turned on as to be near completion any second. Feeling me grasp you whole, massaging your hand pulling it deeper, I breath a low moan of desire followed by nearly incoherent words of 'harder' and 'faster' as I feel the waves climb ever higher, my clit throbbing and pulsating, every hard thrust in you make causing your forearm to stretch the skin, pulling at my nub...rubbing...teasing.

Realizing that this orgasm was going to be a powerful one, one in which I would lose total control, my lips leave yours and my head drops to the junction of your neck and shoulder...my mouth opens wide and my teeth dig in. With my fingers digging into your back for purchase, my hips frozen in time every time you thrust, your arm sliding against my clit, your fist coming in contact with my g-spot. The waves climb, my breath coming in gasps and loud whimpers through teeth clenched around your flesh.

Pumping harder and faster, feeling me contract around your wrist, my breath hot against your skin...moans and near screams of desire echoing in your ears, you feel the pressure build, my cunt draws you in deeper than ever before, past your wrist...and then you feel it. The waves of contracting muscle that squeeze down, making it near impossible to move, a vice-like pressure grips on your hand deep inside me. My fingers dig into you, raking up your back and across your shoulders with extreme force, tearing at your shirt. The muscles at the back of my neck contract hard snapping my head, my teeth scraping off some of your skin as they are drug away from their hold on your neck. My skull makes a cracking noise as it collides with the tree. With my upper back pressed into the rough yet solid support, my body whip-lashes out against yours. My face is flushed and you feel the muscles deep inside continue to grip as you push harder against it, pushing me over and beyond, drawing out the orgasm into another before the first even stops.

Gritting your teeth, digging your legs into the earth and leaning in, you continue to pound inside me. Beads of sweat form on my brow as I gasp and moan and scream your name, the muscles clenching hard, squeezing down...following wave after wave. Another peak starts building inside before my breath is caught and a shout of "OH FUCK!!" is expelled at the top of my lungs as yet a third orgasm crashes down around me, vibrating every muscle in my body. A flock of quail in the field beyond take flight at the outburst. The branches of the tree we are up against shake with the force of our union, shedding leaves down around our bodies. Muscles massage, clench, release, tighten as you continue to pound into me as I open up, drawing you in, deeper...like I was going to swallow you whole. I feel a fourth one rise, the bark of the tree tearing away at my skin, the fingers of your right hand pinching my nipple...almost hurtful. Pleasure and pain war within. With a final heave and your name offered aloud on the wings of my soul...a burst of white fades to black.



The End Of My Valentine


It happened one night...a early in the morning. At 4:32 to be exact.

We had another arguement...I think. The past several weeks...months...have been a blur of cleaning, caring and working. I came home the day before to find that nothing had been done - again. The laundry was still piled on the floor in corners, the dishes overloading the sink onto the cabinet....black streaks of mold on the bathroom walls. The smell of unclean ferret. Ugh. Again I take myself into the tiny home....and try to make sense of my life. Stripping clothes from my body I pick things up and put them away as I move through the house. Four hours later the dishes are all done, the kitchen is wiped down, laundry well underway and bathroom spotlessly clean. I lie on the bed in the living room...yes a bed in the living room. Small place...a day bed serves as a couch...my bed. I'm taking a nap....opened doors to air out unpleasent scents still hanging in the air....refusing to touch the cage...it's not my animal. Lying back with my damp head on the pillow below me, wrapped in a soft clean sweatsuit, I doze in the early spring afternoon.

A soft quiet sound alerts me to someone nearby...the screen door opens and in she comes. My partner of two years. How did I manage it? Earning only $600 a month and moving four times in those 2 years....dropping out of college. And still I am here...picking up after her as I picked up after her when her marriage fell apart. I open my arms to welcome her home, ask her how was her day and inquire as to what she would like for dinner. Money is tight, yet she asks for pizza. So I scrounge around for the cash to get a medium pepperoni as I eat 2 slices with the meat removed and she eats the rest. We sit to watch some tv on the daybed....nothing much of interest. I prod her into cleaning her ferrets cage....a gift I got for her birthday several months ago....and with a huff as if it was the hardest thing to do in the world she goes to the cage. She lets Loki loose, aptly named he was, and halfheartedly cleans out his smelly dwelling as we both enjoy the antics of the off-white little carnivore. After a cleaner cage and a much better smelling house, she goes to her room for the night. Yes. Hers. Separate from mine. My choice actually. It never seems to clear out in that back room despite the open air design and structure of the little place.

We kiss goodnight, a nice hug, full of promise...yet also regret. I'm off to bed to take a nap before work in 4 hours....noting I had cleaned the house once again and she never made a single comment.

Arriving at work...I have hours to contemplate the situtation. I read a book, take a walk...count the cars and look for damage...every hour on the hour. Time passes....I come home early in the morning.

I park my car in the drive, her blue Toyota Tercel is there too. Ah, she is home. I get out of my car and approach my dwelling...not prepared for what is inside.

As I open the door I hear muffled sounds and a gasp...a figure darts down the hallway to the bathroom. Pale mottled moonlight glows through the west window next to the daybed....exposing a figure that is not my partner. A young woman....of similar build...lies there, exposed, caught....the blanket having accompanyed it's wearer.

I take a big deep sigh, look at the clothes piled on the floor - noted the time on the clock and the calender next to it.

How lovely...it's 4:32 am on Valentines Day....exactly 2 years from the day I proposed. With another huge sigh, I step to the entertainment center, remove a white gold promise band from my finger and place it on the dark oak surface.

Bowing my head, I turn and walk back out the door...to my car...and go for a drive.

~ Written on 2/14/2005 about a true event that happened on 2/14/1997 ~ Dyna