How It Happend
It was a dark and stormy night during a most depressing November. They
came together as much for solace as for warmth and for warmth as much
as for the agonizingly needed release.
Bodies writhing under woolen blanket gasps of breath like clouds scuddering
over the pillows. Sated for the moment they sleep. The one held in the others
arms now. Once deeply thrusting and gasping now cradling and murmuring.
A pale moon peeks from behind ominous clouds bathing the faces of the two
in the four poster bed. It's kiss awakens one who leaves the warmth of their
illicit love nest and stokes the logs firmly.
Returning, swelling, semi tumescent and naked to the bed. In the fires glow
his desires are re-ignited even as the flames lick the logs.
He kneels atop and slowly peels the heavy blanket from the warm and
flesh below. As he kisses and nibbles his way down the sleeping form,
stubbled chin grazes inner thighs and the warm breath soon arouses his
partner. Now, the others Trembling hands snake down to his groin and then
those soft fingers are barely able to encircle his now turgid flesh. He redoubles
his efforts and his once torpid partner is awake, sinuous slippery movements
and now they resume their frantic coupling, laying head to toe...
enraptured with each others most intimate parts.
They nuzzle, they lick, tongues dancing on damp fevered flesh There is
primitive odor emanating from the bed. Two young animals renewing
an earlier, no longer sated passion.
A strange noise from the half closed door.
A desperate frightened whisper...Oh God Steve...what the hell was that???
Then from the doorway a rap. A weary but still stentorian voice...
...would you and Steve please keep it down or at least
close the fucking door tighter.
I'm sorry, my twisted warped sense of humour
could not pass this last part up