WickedWednesday279 – (Sweetness)

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It was a chilly fall day and Allen was taking a walk in the park with his girlfriend Lana. She’d begun to step more and more out of the social whirlwind that her life had been and was much more low key. It drove her mother to distraction, but Lana was an adult with her own money and she could do with it as she saw fit. The only downside was how lonely it could be when Allen wasn’t around. A lot of her “friends” had dropped her once she started appearing less and less and the various galas and parties that were held for everything from the arts to the zoo. Allen loved that they had more time together, but worried about Lana. He’d queried her on the matter before but she assured him everything was fine. He smiled to himself and hoped everything was about to become more fine. She’d met his friends and family and they loved her. He loved her. Allen glanced around and spotted the photographer sitting discreetly on a bench some distance away.

Stopping Lana under a canopy of red and yellow and gold leaves he gave her a gentle kiss, lingering for a moment too long before taking a deep breath and looking at her. “Lana, I love you,” he spoke as he moved to kneel and pull a small box from his pocket, “and I know this isn’t much like maybe you’d imagined things would be, but will you be my wife?” Her mouth opened briefly in surprise. She loved Allen dearly and never thought this day might come, even now. She’d always felt she was hard to love, but knowing how Allen felt; she dropped to her knees against him, not caring what anyone thought and a whispered yes floated to his ears. He slipped the small diamond onto her finger and held her close as they shared another kiss. Allen thought he could vaguely hear the click of a camera.

Slowly the couple rose and Allen turned a smiling Lana around to face the camera and wrapped his arms around her. A final shot and Allen knew these pictures would be a fantastic surprise, although Lana was too busy staring at him to have (thankfully) noticed she was on camera the entire time. Once they were developed he’d make a gift of them to her. As they turned to continue their walk Allen shot a quick wave at the photographer who headed off to work on these newest shots. They knew these were some good shots and almost regretted that Allen had made her sign an NDA about them, but she understood the need for privacy for himself and his fiancee whom she’d recognized from the social pages in the local paper.

Lana was content walking with Allen, knowing she’d walk with him wherever he wanted to go and they gradually made the loop back to car chatting quietly about everything and nothing. At one point he looked at her. “You know, Darlin’, I’m glad you’re not like so many other women. Most of them would already be planning the wedding.” They laughed together. “Our time together is definitely more than just wedding planning and that’s not going to change.” She winked and gave him a wicked little grin before standing on tiptoe to give him a scorchingly hot kiss, ignoring the wolf whistles and calls of “Get a room!” that surrounded them. But they did take the advice as they quickly headed back to what she’d begun to think of as their house since she spent more time with Allen at there than her own lavish apartment. It had stopped feeling like home.

The instant the door closed behind them, Allen had Lana in his arms and was kissing her as though he wanted to devour her and she held to him with equal fervor. The pair broke only to undress, not caring that the bed was rooms away and Allen laid her gently on the carpeted floor where he wasted no time in diving between her legs to taste her sweet pussy. His arms wrapped around her thighs to hold her still and he licked and sucked for all he was worth and then some. He wanted nothing more than to feel her come for him. Lana’s hips bucked as she rode his face and moaned softly, reaching down to stroke his hair. “Yes, Allen, yes! I love you.” He chuckled against her skin and those vibrations made her hips twitch harder so he hummed gently as he sucked her clit between his lips and her orgasm was nearly immediate. She came so hard that she squirted for the very first time and soaked Allen to his chest. He pulled away from her laughing and grabbed his discarded shirt wiping the worst from his body while licking his lips delightedly. “We’ll do that again sometime Princess, I promise. But I need your pussy wrapped around my dick right now.” And he slid inside of her slowly causing them both to moan and then began to pump in and out slow at first, gentle, with Lana matching his rhythm as her legs wrapped around him. They rocked back and forth with one another whispering sweet nothing as they made love until suddenly Lana felt her pussy tighten around him. “I’m gonna come, ‘she gasped. Allen started down at her, “Don’t close your eyes, Baby. Let me see you.” She threw her head back and her hips moved faster against him and just as the orgasm hit her she looked back up at him her grey eyes darkening to a stormy hue. She rode it out, thrashing and bucking her hips, but never broke eye contact with Allen. He stared in awe at the beauty beneath him and with two final hard thrusts he came as well. They’d forgotten a condom and she could feel the warmth of him shooting inside of her. It made her moan and clench around him again as a second smaller orgasm hit her body. They laid there on the carpet together, thoroughly sated and happy until a chill began to set in. Then they headed to the bedroom for another round.

There are several other stories in this series. They can be found here, here, and here.

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Wicked Wednesday 259 – Space – (Looking Up)

They’d been friends for years and often shared late night dinners or just hung out with a cup of coffee and chatted. There was a time when both of their lives went sideways and she couldn’t be there for him as well as she wished, but he was still there for her. He always reminded her to look up, especially at night and see the wonder of the stars and space above us. It was always so vast and overwhelming and she was reminded she was but a speck of dust in the cosmos. Yet, somehow, she kept going and he was her best friend and support, cheering her up on bad days, cheering her on when she tried something new. They talked about their pasts, about the present, and about various plans for the future. One August night he suggested they go stargazing. She, who had never been, thought it might be a novel opportunity and was happy to indulge him.

The Perseid’s were bright and moving across the sky at an excellent pace providing plenty of chances to see them. She found herself wrapped in his arms as they watched and he pointed out different stars and constellations as well. A large meteor, a fireball, zipped across the sky and both of them gasped at the beauty of it. And he kissed her there under the stars, finally brave enough to act on what they both knew had been brewing all along. Her arms rested on his shoulders and she looked up at him, wordlessly, for a long moment before they came together in a gentle hug. It wasn’t closeness that brought them together after all, but space.

And in that space, they both found a love they thought they would never know, never get to share with someone, never come close to experiencing. Together they started a journey that hasn’t yet ended. Each year they try to catch all the meteor showers possible. Each year they grow closer. The space between them gives way to more physicality, but the space that brought them together is always there, high and vast and untouchable.

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Wicked Wednesday 242 (Follow Your Heart) – Escaping fear

I was afraid to be naked in front of him. I couldn’t do it. But he understood and never once made a fuss or asked me why. He simply let me progress at my own pace. Eventually I was able to relax and shed my clothes, like shedding an extra skin. And he loved all of me.

I was afraid to talk about anything of import for fear of rocking the boat. So he encouraged me gently to open up, without prying, without anger. So eventually I did and my fears of being able to tell him anything gradually decreased. Each conversation improved our relationship. It is a work in progress, but we’re always progressing.

I feared censure because I naturally lean towards being submissive. Despite trying my trying to hide it because of that fear, he discerned it and indulges some of my whims. I’m not made to feel less, just taken care of and loved.

There were so many fears and unknowns that I felt like sometimes I was lost because I was so scared to talk or let him in or even love me. I was convinced that I wasn’t good enough, that I asked too much, that I wanted things in bed that he might find repulsive. Despite each and every one one of those fears, he was with me every step of the way. Encouraging, guiding, catching me when I felt like I was going to fall.

But the decision I made to let him love me…that’s what happens when you follow your heart.

 

 

 

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Wicked Wednesday 236 – Winter (Winter’s Kiss)

David rolled over in bed and looked at the sleeping woman next to him. His Winter. She hated the season she was named after like crazy, even thought she almost resembled it with her icy blonde hair and pale blues eyes. She wasn’t that cold though. Warm and bubbly, she had an exuberance to her that people found enchanting. And she was his.

Her eyes opened and she smiled when she spotted her boyfriend watching her. She blinked slowly and smiled at him. “Hi there,” she whispered. “Hi yourself, Beautiful.” He tucked an errant strand of hair back behind her ear and leaned over to give her a kiss. “I love you,” he whispered against her lips and she kissed him this time, her lips soft and warm. They snuggled together under the blankets, away from the chill in the early morning air. Their lips met again gently and Winter slid her arms around David pulling him closer to her. “I want you.” She followed her words with a far less gentle kiss, this time demanding of him what she wanted.

She gradually covered him in kisses, all over his face, nipping at his ears, and down his neck to his chest where she paused to enjoy the warm expanse of his body and the dark curls that she loved to pet. Her lips met his warm skin once more and her kisses moved lower along his body. She licked and nibbled her way towards his groin and smiled when he groaned as she passed by his most sensitive parts. Winter worked her way along David’s body all the way to his ankles and then started her journey back up finding all the spots she missed on the way down. He shivered as she again ignored his growing erection and made her way back up his body finally ending her travels with a long, lingering kiss. “My turn,” he whispered and pulled her close, finding her neck and ears, pausing to kiss her breasts and both pert nipples, hard in the cool air of the bedroom. Winter squirmed at his touch, much as he had at hers and he traced a pattern down her body with his lips, finding the sensitive spot behind her right knee, lavishing it with attention until she moaned for him.

David wound his way back up Winter’s body and ended up leaning over  her, his hard cock teasing at her entrance. He kissed her as she had kissed him, drawing out the anticipation for them both. As he broke the kiss he slid himself inside of her and they both moaned. Winter pushed her hips against his as he slowly thrust in and out, teasing her, teasing himself, and taking them both higher. She urged him on, her movements becoming more forceful. “Yes, David, yes.” Her voice was soft and husky with desire and that only served to make him want her more; the movement of his hips increased against her until they were both moaning in unison. “You feel so good. I can’t last much longer.”

Winter smiled up at David and squeezed her pussy around him. “I don’t want you to. I want to feel you come inside me.” And her hips bucked wildly underneath him as an orgasm took her breathe away. She gasped and pulled David down to her for a kiss that took his breath away as his own movements became more erratic. He moaned against her lips and with a final flurry of thrusts came inside her. The feeling of him pulsing and throbbing made her orgasm again and she let the feeling take her over. She clung to him whimpering and twitching as they kissed again, this one soft and gentle after the storm of their love making. A wonderful beginning to their day.

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Wicked Wednesday 232 – Romance

Romance is something I’ve lacked in my life before. I didn’t know what it was really or how it worked. I just knew I wanted it. Certainly there have been grand gestures made that tried to be romance but they were just hollow things.

Now I’ve learned what romance is, slowly, surely, I’ve been taught. And it isn’t always something grand or overwhelming. It can be, and for me often is, about the little things. I’ve come to cherish it.Below is an untitled poem I wrote when my current relationship had just begun that to me embodies the idea of the romance and longing of missing your love.

 

In the quiet pre-dawn hours
she sighs
And wonders when he will come home to her
again

Life moves too slow
without him

and too fast
with him

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