C G loft.

We swing in the hammock, we are hip to hip, thigh to thigh, our groins mated, your head on my chest, your hair tickles my nose my arms hug you to me your hips slowly rock in the rhythm of my life beat and I roll my hips to yours in this sweet slow, dance of passionate delight.. I grow to fill you completely.
 
cgraven said:
We swing in the hammock, we are hip to hip, thigh to thigh, our groins mated, your head on my chest, your hair tickles my nose my arms hug you to me your hips slowly rock in the rhythm of my life beat and I roll my hips to yours in this sweet slow, dance of passionate delight.. I grow to fill you completely.

My own juices of pleasure are spent and flow freely down CGs shaft...I thrust my hips harder into CG...for him....wanting to bring him to a release...wanting to feel him spill into me...harder I thrust into him...as I slide his hands down to my bottom letting him set the pace for his release...:kiss:
 
A sweet smile and a kiss.

Kiss’s sweet nectar bathes me and I am filled with a burning desire to make her mine completely. My hips thrust up to Kiss my hands on her waist as the tempo of our dance increases to a maddening pace, building to a crescendo that is all consuming..

I thrust hard into Kiss my passion for her erupting deep with in her womb. My cock jerks and spasms, filling Kiss with my passion for her.
 
mmmmm...thank you CG for giving me you
HuGS CG tight....*KiSSes* his mouth...
Im gonna go down stairs now and...so you mind if I borrow one of your pillows to sit on...*giggles*
*winks at CG...gets dressed...and starts to leave...turns around and looks at CG
You are truly a sensual man...Love you...
goes down the stairs and gets cup of tea to soothe her tired muscles....
:kiss:
 
~*EroticKiss*~ said:
mmmmm...thank you CG for giving me you
HuGS CG tight....*KiSSes* his mouth...
Im gonna go down stairs now and...so you mind if I borrow one of your pillows to sit on...*giggles*
*winks at CG...gets dressed...and starts to leave...turns around and looks at CG
You are truly a sensual man...Love you...
goes down the stairs and gets cup of tea to soothe her tired muscles....
:kiss:


Thank you Kiss.

I lean into her and our lips meet I one last sensual kiss in the loft.

I’ll join you down stairs in a minute Kiss.

My hand crasses her cheek as she goes
 
C G‘s Loft.
High up in the Inn above the guest and residents room lies the loft nestled under the eves of the roof. Strong oaken beams slant from the ridge to the floor.

There is a hammock slung by the round eve window that looks out over the Bay and Faiths lighthouse. A seaman’s bunk against one wall, a writing table of oak that was once down by the hearth. The pictures and small treasure of a life at sea, memories of all the places and people that have crossed his life. The desk holds but two pictures in an antique silver frame, on one side his Chris and on the other the ski area of Mt St-Anne.

All in all it is a simple room. Clean and shipshape in “Bristol Fashion”.
 
Marianne

I let my hand nestle in the crook of your arm, swaying as we make our way up the staircase.
I give you a shy smile and blush as your eyes settle on mine, your look intense as ever.

I know I'm curious to see your hideaway, the offer of a nightcap attractive and ... risky given the intimate glances we've shared all evening.

Our bodies press against each other in casual accord as we reach the door and hesitate.
Finally at our destination, my breathing quickens, hesitating before you open up your loft and invite me inside.
 
I could hardly believe it Marianne had accepted the offer to join me in my loft for a night cap. With the graceful bow of a Cavalier I offer her my arm her body is pressed close to mine as we ascend the winding stairs to the loft. Her mere presence lights desire that burn deep with in me.
We pause before the simple wooden door I lift the latch and

“Marianne I whisper wait while AI’ light a lamp.”

The room is suddenly bathed in the golden hue cast by the old oil lamp.

“Do come in me dear and make your self comfortable.”

There is a hammock slung by the round eve window that looks out over the Bay and Faiths lighthouse. A seaman’s bunk against one wall, a writing table of oak that was once down by the hearth. The pictures and small treasure of a life at sea, memories of all the places and people that have crossed his life. The desk holds but two pictures in an antique silver frame, on one side his Chris and on the other the ski area of Mt St-Anne.

All in all it is a simple room. Clean and shipshape in “Bristol Fashion”.
 
Marianne

I pause, waiting on the threshold as he alluminates the lamp.

"Do come in me dear and make your self comfortable.”

I step into his loft and move forward as he secures the door, my eyes sweeping the simple, yet pristine room.

I look for somewhere to settle and choose to perch on the hammock, my gaze drifting to the window and the lights dancing in the dimness beyond...
 
The golden light plays across Marianne’s delicate features she seems to tinge a pink hue as she settles on a bit of the hammock.


“So what shall be your pleasure dear Brandy or black rum”

I leisurely stroll to the door closing it dropping the latch into place.

I pour myself a healthy B&B as I await my most attractive guest’s reply.
 
Marianne

His deeply resonant voice draws my attention back to the room.
I look over to where he is stood with a glass in his hand and reply smoothly.

"A brandy please, CG"

I ease back in the hammock and watch him move deftly to pour the drinks.

"What a lovely room ... very ... cosy ... "

I compliment as he crosses the room.
Smiling softly i reach out for the glass he offers me, surprised to feel a shiver as our fingers accidentally brush together.
 
"A brandy please, CG"…………………………"What a lovely room ... very ... cozy ... "

A brush of our hands, a shiver and a hint of a blush as Marianne takes her Brandy.

It has been a long while since we where alone like this, memories of an English garden come floating back as I chased her about , teasing, and…..yes under the rose bush and the delights of “Cupid’s Garden”. I wonder if she too remembers those days long ago.

“Ah yes it is rather cozy Marianne a sailor digs rather plain I fear.

I set by her on the hammock, it sags a bit and we are close very close.

I turn to face Marianne and our lips are but a breathe apart.
 
Marianne

I sip the heady brandy and let the aromatic liquid slip down my throat.
So smoky, so smooth, only the best ... as ever.

“Ah yes it is rather cozy Marianne a sailor digs rather plain I fear."

Plain maybe, but this setting suits him, but then CG is as a chameleon and seems to fit into many ... settings.
I turn as he sits beside me on the hammock, our bodies slide together.
My eyes lift to his and I feel myself drawn into their depths.
That had always been my weakness.
I could not afford to let myself get lost in his hypnotic gaze ...
CG has eyes that can reach into the heart, the soul.

"A fine bottle of brandy ... thank you ... "

I comment as I drop my eyes and play with the glass in my hand.
I take a steadying breath finding it more difficult than I thought being alone with him again ... after all this time!
 
"A fine bottle of brandy ... thank you ... "

Marianne demurely drops her eyes, sigh to myself ah yes the innocent seductress form that first meeting on the bus bound for nowhere till our last meeting at the gentlemen’s club Marianne had always been the innocent seducer. Timeless ageless, always fresh and youthful in my eyes. Slowly deliberately I set my brandy snifter down, lift Marianne’s chin with but a single finger.


“Girl I have missed you more than my pour words could tell.


. My lips brush hers as I speak, my eyes search the clear depths of hers.
 
Marianne

My hands circle and toy with the glass as we sit closely on the hammock.
A myriad of scenarios run though my mind as I recall the long erotically sweet seductions I have suffered at his hands.

The touch when it comes is light, but it prompts my eyelashes to flutter upwards as a solitary finger nudges gently at my chin and prompts me to raise my face to his.

“Girl I have missed you more than my pour words could tell.

I give a soft murmur at his words.
His finger still rests lightly on my chin, the touch achingly tender and yet that light contact keeps me from dropping my gaze.

"And I've missed you ... so much ... "

I whisper softly, as I gaze into your eyes, our mouths just a breath away.
It was as if a force field existed between us, drawing us ever closer.
I lean forward and press a soft kiss on your lips;
the kiss chaste apart from the little flick of the tongue across your lips as I ease back.
I feel my cheeks pink, knowing that even that brief contact has made me strangely breathless.
 
The soft murmur of that voice that haunts me so, those eyes so inquzitive, so trusting.

"And I've missed you ... so much ... "


The kiss comes softly almost virginal in nature, yet with the sensual quality of two that know each other so well. Marianne blushes a delight full pink hue tints her flawless cheeks..

I kiss her eyes and nibble her ear lobe then whisper.

“My dear you still look so pretty in Pink.”

Our lips find each others and time stand still there is now past, no future, just now just this one kiss almost perfection. It deepens and strengthens till our hearts beat as one, and we share all unto even the breathe of life.
 
Marianne

Warm tender kisses are dropped on each of my eyelids as I close my eyes swaying against him.
My breath escapes from me in a gasp as his teeth graze my earlobe.
He knows every weakness, every sensitivity.

“My dear you still look so pretty in Pink.”

I open my eyes and tip my head up to meet his.
I know the hue of my cheeks has deepened.
The brandy glass is discarded as his lips move closer and closer to mine.

Always it has been so.

Always his eyes, his voice, his touch have drawn me irresistibly like no other.

As our lips touch a hundred memories swirl through my mind.
Memories of his long slow seductions, seductions not of force, but of awakening my body with his erotic skill until I begged him to take me to possess me.
'Til I begged to belong to him.
And as we kiss, it is as if he holds the essence of me, a connection so powerful it rocks me to the core.
 
Marianne tip he head up our eyes meet and the kiss deepens she holds me like no other her mind, so seductive, her from so tempting.

The brand snifters forgotten

All forgotten except those bewitching eyes of her.

My fingers toy with the buttons of her blouse.


And my mind swims in erotic memories.

The first gives way and my lips bend to kiss the newly exposed silken flesh.
 
Marianne

I'm lost in the depths of his gaze.

His hand moves with a gentle caress grazing down the sensitive skin of my neck.
His fingers drag slowly between my breasts and hover before toying with the button, which holds the fine white material together.

The silence is heavy, punctuated only by the rhythmic sound of the sea, the soft sigh mirroring my own breathing as he parts the fabric and lowers his head to press a soft kiss on my newly exposed skin.
 
There is a heady passion between us , electric it crackles in the air between us my lips trace a trail of fire kisses back up to the hollow of Marianne’s neck sweet butterfly kisses a gentle tonguing here where her life force beats just below the surface , then a playful nip.

I am is in days gone by consumed with the need for Marianne my hands suddenly rent open her blouse, buttons flying in all directions , my lips crushed to hers, that kiss so deep we even share the same breathe of life.
 
Marianne

The tension builds as his lips work their magic on my skin.
His lips, his tongue blaze a trail as he presses kiss after light kiss along my neck then downwards once more.

Although my chest is heaving as I try to suppress the tumult of emotion he raises in me, it is as if I am holding my breath, keeping in check that passion he arouses in me.

My breath leaves me in one shocked gasp as he wrenches my blouse open!

My eyes widen seeing his filled with lust, need.
Then his lips crush mine:
A mutual groan as we exchange breath.

His kiss is demanding forcing my head back.
My lips part and I moan as he plunders my sensitive mouth.

My blouse hangs uselessly from my shoulders,
my breasts heavy with sensitivity at being so roughly and suddenly exposed.

As of old, he pursues me.
Pursues me in a way that makes my body ache,
a that thrills me with excitement...

The Master seducer and his most willing victim...

These are the roles we are destined to play over and over ...
 
As Of old we kiss we act out each our own role, reluctantly I tear my lips from hers they desperately cling to each other till the last possible instance.

“Marianne, you please me well my dear……………. what to you desire?”

Those simple words, that simple truth, followed by that simple question. Then my lips feast on the smooth curve of her breasts kiss and tongue the sweet scented valley between, and then suckle Marianne’s taunt nipples.
 
Marianne

“Marianne, you please me well my dear……………. what to you desire?”

His words send a tremor through me.
His need, his passion is as great as mine, and yet it is always he who seems to lead the onslaught, storming the strong hold of my resolve and control.

I open my mouth to respond, but am lost for words.
What do I desire...?
To be his Janey, his CornsilkMaiden, his Tasha ...
To be all I have ever been to him and more.

His lips are upon me again.
I close my eyes, tip my head back in unspoken submission and give a low moan as his mouth moves exploring every curve, every rise and fall of my bosom.
 
She is my Janey, my CornsilkMaiden, my Tasha ...
and so much more for she is my Marianne.

My Marianne innocent teen seduced, bedded, trained and sold. CornSilk Maiden lost in a hapless love and marriage to a man who should be her hated enemy yet is her tender lover. Tasha appearing to be one thing whiles quite the opposite. No matter what reflection she is Marianne. My Marianne.

The kiss hot passionate all consuming. Hands explore and revel in their discoveries . Reluctantly the kiss is broken.

My eye filled with passion I recline upon the hammock.

“ Dance for me Marianne, and shed those offending clothes me dearest.”
 
Marianne

“ Dance for me Marianne, and shed those offending clothes me dearest.”

I watch as he leans back on the hammock, his eyes running over my body with an appetite that makes me shiver in response.
My body sways to the accompaniment of the sea, as my hands run over my clothes outlining the curves of my body and guiding his eyes, drawing a slow pathway across my concealed flesh.

Slowly I let my hands fall to the sides and with the slightest movement discard the remains of the torn blouse.
A hand moving to my skirt, I unfasten the waist band and release the material.
My eyes do not leave his as the material slips easily down my bare legs to pool at my feet.

I stand in white lace bra and panties, the trellis of lace giving a glimpse of the flesh beneath, the creamy pallor of my skin blending with the whispy fabric.

I move to slowly step out of my redundant skirt, flicking a heel to nudge the fabric aside.
My eyes meet his with a shy smile...
 
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