C G loft.

[cgraven]

Cascading golden silk brushes my cheeks, a sweet yearning grips my manhood. And ease inviting entry to the fullest, and invitation to be one. With her. Lips brush mine. Soft words caress my ears.

Kiss me my love, kiss me and love me.

My hips rise to meet Snork’s, a silent reply, spoken from the heart. My eyes hold Snork’s for a moment as thigh meets thigh and hip meets hip.

Yes my love , …. Yes

a whispered reply not trusting my voice , afraid that this is a dream and the mere reality of consent voiced, will shatter it and I’ll awake from this heavenly moment.

Slowly as we discover each other we find a tempo, a rhythm that set our dance of passion to a music played on our bodies.

Our kiss deepen and time seethes to exisit.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Snork

Just hold that moment

 

[cgraven]

Snork


I hold and treasure that moment.



C G

 

[Snork Maiden]

Our tongues dance a slow waltz to the beat of the gentle rhythm of our bodies as we rock together. My hands hold C.G.'s head and my nose rubs against his, as our faces move in unison peering into each other eyes.

His powerful, yet gentle thrusts stoking my passion as I maximise the pressure on my firey bud by prerssing against the coarse hair that surrounds his shaft and close my eyes with the pleasure of each sensaton.

My hips grind slowly againt him as I feel his bulge sliding in and out of my slippery sheath, gripping him as he withdraws and relaxing as he enters, there are no words to say, just gentle moans of pleasure as my fingers play with his hair and his hands glide softly across my back and hips

 

[cgraven]

Some speak of savage kisses, hard driving thrusts, groans and shouts of passion and all the wild concepts of passion and yet…………..Snork’s nose rubbing mine, her laughing eyes the silly little smile of “Patient Wisdom of Woman and “Devil, Take Care Girl”.

Her hands exploring, silken tresses cascading igniting a thousand points of pleasure where they touch me. The slow loving and sensual way she makes love our soft sighs of pleasure. The sharing of our breath as we kiss. This is making love. Slow tender and heaven

No words for our eyes speak more eloquently than that which our tongues could only babble.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Breaking from or kissing embrace I rise again, presenting myself before my lord, his fullness buried inside of me.

He motions to speak and I lean forward pressing a finger to his mouth before rising again, drawing my fingers down his chest tracing small circles down across his firm torso.

His hands sliding up my thighs over my hips and upwards to my breasts which stand proud before him each crowned with the indications of my arousal. I arch backwards resting my hands between my ankles and his knees.

I can feel his hardness pressing against my hot spot as I pull his manhood backwards inside me and I raise my hips slightly, feeling the engorged fruit move inside me as I do. Slowly but forcefully I press myself against him as I lower myself back onto his thick stem maximizing the contact of him against the walls my sensitized channel and a sigh of pleasure escapes my lips.

 

[cgraven]

lips part as to speak, a single delicate finger stills them. I watch in wonder as Snork’s body arches. Her wild beauty at it zenith. My hands lovingly claiming the perfection of her proud breast, there to terry and bring her pleasure. With an effort I did not know I posses. I lay still as Snork takes her pleasure. And this excites me beyond belief, it is torture but just exquisite torture.

 

[Snork Maiden]

The gentle pressure and subtle stimulation bring me to a shuddering climax as my body racks and spasms I push forward arching back further and gasping, my arms trembling, my wetness matting C.G.'s hairs and cling to my pussy lips.

Pushing myself upright, I begin to ride up and down slowly on the length of his erection, my petals clinging to his shaft and sucking in and out with each motion.

Moaning with pleasure I increase the rhythm, rising high before slipping back onto him, my breasts bouncing and slapping together as my body meets his. I shake my head, tossing my hair wildly as he pushes up into me meeting my thrusts and picking up the rhythm

 

[cgraven]

Snork body stiffens and quivers her pleasure voiced the warm bate of her free fowling nectar bathe me . No longer can I stand to be passive the tenderness of love giving way to the needs of passion .. I thrust up to meet Snork’s downward plunge we falter then find the measure of each other and a wild reel of a dance commences . Proud breasts bounce and my hands claim them fingers roll taunt nipples beneath their pads a pinch Oh lord my hands have a mind of their own gone the sham of self control as I surrender to mad yearning passion I violently thrust up my hands firmly on Snork’s waist as I explode my longing deep with in her ,her sheath grasping milking holding me demanding more from me I moan out the passion I fell for her there is ecstasy and a delightful pain as I cum and even as that one moment passes I again pick up Snork’s rhythm a mind less need to please her. A gain.

 

[Snork Maiden]

My body glistens with persperation as exert all my energy in to riding C.G. rampant bone. His hips thrusting with mounting force as the fundemental program of our genes sheds its auxillary tasks to perform the one basic routine common to all living things.

As his shaft impales me I bathe it with my soothing ambrosia and hold him firm with my lust feeling him pulse and swell inside me. My body is electric, every nerve sings with the passion of our love and my muscles tighten as I climax, rippling over his surging cock as I watch his face tighten until finally he can resist me no more. His love spurts powerful into me like a volcanoe filling me with his hot lava he erupts, his body arched on the cushions, his hands gripping me as his fingernails bite into my flesh without pain.

Slowly we relax, breathless, and panting I sit with my head bent limply forward gazing at the point of our joining, feeling the cocktail of our passion seeping from within me. Sweat drips from my nose and my body shivers slightly. Looking into his eyes I smile, and lower myself onto him, still feeling him inside me, my lips meet his and we kiss lightly before I snuggle my face into the side of his neck.

'I could really use a cigarette', I whisper

 

[cgraven]

It had been wild passionate and, primeval in its intensity our coupling. Bathed in sweat we lay in each other’s arms I kiss the tip of Snork’s nose as I still rest deep with in her unwilling to leave her warmth.

A cigarette why a course Snork.

in a scene right out of a 1940’s movie I place two cigarettes in my mouth and light them . then hand one to Snork very Garry grant like though I resemble Buddy Epson more. As Snork rest by my side her head nestled to my chest we speak of all the little things of “Henry’s Island “ and my sea tale, the Inn and its goings on. My fingers lightly tracing random patterns across Snork’s skin and I feel a string deep with in me and a bit of a rise in my sugar maple.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Taking the cigarette offered me I draw on it,sucking the smoke back through my teeth

aaaaaaaaaaaaaahh

I sigh and smile at C.G.

Not very romantic I know but I think I should get that towel to sit on *giggle* I don't want to spoil your cushions anymore than I already have

Pulling the towel and pushing it under my butt. I sit cross legged on the cushions infront of C.G.

That was awesome honey, and we've still got all night

It's your turn to choose

 

[cgraven]

Oooooooooo My turn to chose is it dear Snork.

Well it was a joy having you astride me the best of all worlds as they say I get to see you and enjoy all you r charms But you do all the work.

Leaning forward my lips brush Snork’s., fingers trace idle patterns on her thighs as Snork sit there crossed legged.

Now lets see there are several works that out line some rather bizarre and complicated positions but after looking a t the illustrations………well, Snork, C G ‘s just don’t bend that way naturally, on any other way for that matter.


I pause thinking. Pondering all the possibilities.

Missionary well not my favorite by a long shot. Bad angle for shall we say stimulation for you. That leaves “Doggie” style. ….. Any objections?

But first a bit of relaxing and fooling around…..as you said we have all night.

Are Snork’s good wrestlers?

 

[Snork Maiden]

Crawling around behind CG I rise behind him pushing my arms though his armpits and locking my hands up behind his neck

Snorks........ are superb wrestlers C.G. and doggie sounds perfect, I want to feel you deep inside me when you come again.
But first,

My voice lowers, and softly I whisper

Let's freshen up a bit, take a nice shower together and lie in your hammock while you tell me of your days at sea, perhaps we can grab a Asti, you know the fizzy bubbles drives me crazy when you, you know pour it over my pussy.


Here is one of my favorite song's


right click the link and [save as]

 

[cgraven]

Snork in a quick move puts me in the dreaded Snork head lock. Dipping my shoulder and rolling her on my hip suddenly Snork is on the pillows her arms pinned. My eyes smiling I bend and kiss Snork it is a slow sensual kiss. Our mouths and tongues working against, and with each, other the sweetness of Snork’s mouth I drink in.

Yes Snork’s are good wrestlers but so are C G’s

Smiling I stand offering my hand I help Snork up.

Well so time to freshen up well do I have some to show you for no one has seen my shower before you’ll be the 1st.

Opening the door by the desk a small bathroom is revealed it is out of the Victorian period with a white and black tile motif. The shower stands in the corner and is horseshoe shaped, with a goose neck and a large silver shower head. Leading Snork into the horseshoe of gleaming pipes I turn on the shower adjust the water temp. at 1st freezing cold then pleasantly hot , without warning I open a third valve and the gleam pies of the horse shoe come alive with jets of water .

Now this is a shower Snork. Shall I scrub your back 1st Snork or shall do me 1st.?

Snork i like the song i understand why you like it Yes strangers in a hotle room.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Laughing as C.G. rolls me skllfully but gently onto my back, I feel myself sink into the cushionsas he pins me down, smiling back and lowering his lips to mine.

You've heard f the Boston Crab haven't you C.G. I smile as I grab hold of his cock, well this is the Boston Lobster.

I snap my thumb and finger together on his cock in a pincher movement

do you submit?

laughing he helps me to my feet and leads me to a hidden closet

The room is beautiful in a corner stands a large shower with gleaming polished pipes and faucets. The floor is patterned with small mosaic designs of a naval theme which exdends up the walls which are adorned with similar mosaic, strange sea creatures and mermaids.

It's beautiful C.G.

He turns the faucet and adjusts the mixer the shower hisses into life and steam rises from the horseshoe shaped shower based. The fine waterproofed silk screen shower curtains cling to us as we enter but fall away as they become ladened with water and hang down.

"Shall I scrub your back first or shall you do me". he asks, I am already rubbing the water over my body and reaching for the shower gel.

Well since you did me first in the teahouse baths CG it must be my turn

Smiling I squeeze a small amount of the fresh fragranced, green gel into my palm, rubbing my hands together I smooth them ove his shoulders and around his neck. The gel foams as it mixes with the warm water. I pull my hands back to his chest rubbing in small circular motions, soaping him up, my eyes gazing into his the whole time. Slowly I slip to my knees bringing my head level with his semi erect manhood and gently massage it with my soapy paws I can feel him hardening as I play with his cock until he is standing fully to attention. Moving closer to him I rise on my khees to trap his erection between my slippery wet breasts; its perfectly shaped crown peeping from my fleshy mounds. I tuck my chin and kiss the tip, flicking my tongue across the top of it. Then I look up at him feeling the warm spray of the shower splashing onto my face and chest

 

[cgraven]

The water envelops from above, below and the sides. A miniature rain forests the jets strong to scrub and tantalize the skin.

”Well since you did me first in the teahouse baths CG it must be my turn”

Gentle hands soft and firm work random circle patterns across my skin, smooth gliding exciting Snork’s hands delight me , then she is on her knees tease, pleasing driving me wild as she plays. Hands on my cock, slipping and guiding me to a state of aroused delight. Snork’s eyes hold mine, my breathing stilled as her lips move closer to the velvet tip a wry smile and she rises trapping me between firm breasts. demurely Snork lowers her head her tongue flicks out, her lips pucker and a chaste kiss.


“Ummmmm Snork you tempt me so.”

Snork’s heard rises and there is a smile on her lips, heir wetly clings to her face, no make up just beads of water adorned Snork and as she kneels her beauty cuts me to the quick for she is perfect. Kneeling I cup Snork’s face in both hands and kiss her deeply my tongue inviting hers to my mouth we kneel their face to face. sharing a kiss as the falling water beats against us our lips joined and the warm mist swirls about us.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Kneeling in the warm waterfall that rains from the polished shower head, I gently pull CG's tongue into my mouth. My legs part willingly as his hand slip between my thighs and his skillful finger begin to play the opening phrases of our love overture on strings of my solitary instrument. My own fingers curl around the virile stem of his manhod gently stroking him to the perfect hardness, the taut skin of his beautiful cockhead glistens and shines and I lick my lips hungrily. Curling around his knees I rest my head on his thigh and lick the turgid shaft, running my tongue up its length until my lips reach it's summit. Gently I wrap my mouth around it, lolling my tongue gently over the smooth surface as my hand begins to pump him gently. Removing him from my mouth briefly I whisper

Yes CG, give it to me Honey, feed your little Snork

I take his cock back into my mouth sucking gently and licking the sensitive lobes. I raise a leg exposing my swollen pussy. The water dances lightly over its tingling petals, cooling me. His fingers move to part my folds wide, exposing my tender pink treasure. My clit, peers curiously from its hooded hiding place almost as if to watch as his fingers dip into my hot cave. I can feel him tensing and my free hand reaches between his legs to cradle his heavy sack of treasure, whilst the other rhythmically strokes him towards oblivion

 

[cgraven]

I gasp, euphoria coaxed on by Snork’s moist lips as she breathes her request.

“I shall feed my little Snork whist I sup on her sweet honey.”

My fingers pleasing, Snork’s lips bring forth ecstasy, bodies shifting, I recline sheltered from the man made rain by Snork. Hooded guardian captured, prisoner of my lips, drawn deeper into the prison of my mouth, no escape possible. Fingers dancing in the cave I long to explore to the heart of this fragile dove’s core.

Those lips perfect in there madding skill drive me to oblivion. I arch to Snork feeding her. As I sup on sweet Snork honey.

Spent now arms enfolding, shower passed coarse towel teasing drying exciting Snork, She is in my arms, time slow, stills as I lay her in my hammock.
Bodies pressed together in a cocoon of canvas. As I hold Snork in our small world.


I do believe you said freshen up Snork and relax a bit. …. Was I fresh enough?.... and what would you like for your sea story dear?”

 

[Snork Maiden]

Feeling him tighten and stiffen as his ambrosia floods into my mouth, I savour this delicacy, his essence, the flavor of CG. Gently massaging his sack I drink his thick shake through the stout straw. mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I purr as he laps at my flower, his tongue seeking every drop of my nectar, teasing my clitty

I roll the viscous fluid around in my mouth tasting its wonderful flavour before allowing it to slip down my throat. I passionately kiss and lick and suck his spent weapon cleaning it immaculately before breaking, I can't leave it alone I have a lust and a need stirred by his wonderful attentions spent on my vagina, I need to feel him inside me again.

We rise from the floor of the shower and dry he carries me to his hammock and climbs in beside me, the canvas side wrapping around our bodies. I carress his cock and he responds growing hard and strong. I guide him into me, we can't make love in the sense of movement but to have him inside me is enough. Our bodies pressed together his fine cock filling my void I kiss him. His cock pulses and throbs inside me letting me know we are one

Tell me a story of Mermaids and Monsters I whisper, enjoying the sensations he his making inside me as his cock twitches.

 

[cgraven]

We lay together in our snug cocoon of canvas. Snork’s hair damp from our shower. Our need to be one building my cutter slips down her ways, to nestle snug in, the sweet cove that is Snork., snug in the warm sheltering cove, safe and secure. The strength of my cutter boldly anchored there, taking shelter and delight, in slipping past the narrow, tight entrance to lay to in the snug comfort of Snork. She is my refuge, she the peace I need. she for this brief time is my world.

A story is it now Snork of mermaids or monsters will let me think a bit, which shall it be?

My hands ideal pay and tease Snork as I order the tale of the dark misty past, a tale of monsters and the sea and a young Abenaki maid of the Maine coast

“In the long past when animals and men could walk and talk together their was a beast so fearsome that he was known simply as Chenoo. Now Chenoo was a cannibal, with and ice heart. Their was a comely maiden, we shall call her Snork.”

I pause All is still but our breathing..

“Now this is a fearsome tale Snork are you sure you want to hear it?”

 

[Snork Maiden]

Lying close and cocooned next to CG I listen to him start his tale of a fearsome cannibal, and of a beautiful Snork Maiden.

'You flatter', I giggle, 'A fearsome tale, please continue'

Stroking his hair and looking into his eyes as I listen to his soft voice I smile, closing my eyes trying to imagine the scenery he is painting with words

 

[cgraven]

Smiling I Kiss the tip of Snork’s nose

Now let me see………Oh yes. The young Snork Maiden.

There is a far off, haunted look in my eyes, as if recalling an incident long forgotten, perhaps to horrible to remember.

Snork Maiden was the only child of her aged parents the live on a small island in the Gulf of Main. Her father those wise was to old to fish the weirs any more. Her mother toothless and feeble was of no help in the large sea canoe. So every day it was up to Snork to collect ther food from the bounty of the Gulf. There where clam and muscles. Her afternoon spent tending “the three sisters” corn, with her golden tresses.,
Bean tall & winsome, and squash with her golden blush.

Those it was a lonely life for the young Maiden for no suitors came, until that stormy Day. As her basket filled Snork heard a stirring in the water. Then all was quite. Then again she hears the restlessness in the sea that did not belong . As she worked her way to the wooded trail she heard a rustling in the undergrowth. As though some beast was brushing through them .

Then looking up Snork saw something worst than her worst fear.. It was an awful face glaring at her, a something made of devil, man, and beast in their most dreadful form.

Like A haggard old man, hair like kelp, wolfish eyes, haunted and gaunt; stark naked,
His shoulders and lips gnawed away, as if: when made with hunger, he had eaten his own flesh.

The Chenoo, the being who comes from the far, icy north, and creature who is a man grown both to be both devil and cannibal. At a glance Snork knew it as the Chenoo.

“Shall I go on Snork?...What will the young Maiden’s fate be?”

 

[Snork Maiden]

Listening to CG recant his tale brought back fond memories of my childhood when my father would sit on my bedside and read stories to me before I slept

Snuggling close I nuzzle into his neck

hmm hmm I acknowledge his question as the hammock rocks gently with our movements. I tighten my muscles gripping him inside me

mmmmmmmmmmmm

I am a happy contented little Snork

 

[cgraven]

I hold Snork close . She is snug as bug in a rug in my arms and I and my cutter in her snug cove.

“Ummm Snork’s are snug, and safe harbors Ah yes my tale.”



Snork maiden trembled in fear but the Chenoo did not attack. Truly she was in trouble; but dire need gives quick wit .

“My dear father,’ pretending surprise and joy and with sweet words asked where he had been for so long and how her heart was filled with joy at seeing him, .She wept at his woe begotten state and brought him to a tidal pool to wash and clean him and plate his hair. All the time knowing her death was at hand.