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With Ariosto’s generous permission, I am stealing the rules from Picture Worth a Thousand Words. I am also stealing some of his words, as he explains thing so clearly.
“This is I hope not only a nifty SRP challenge but also a nice exercise in creative writing."
I will post a poem of some kind here every 10 days. While I may use some erotic or romantic poetry at times, I will often use a non-erotic poem. “The idea is to role play it!”

”You must take whatever situation is presented as the starting point and background 'color' for a small piece of sexual role play.
There are rules to be followed...
--First there is a ten post per player/ten day limit whichever comes first, during which an erotic encounter of some nature must be played out and a story 'climax' reached.
--Second there is a two post per day limit set for each player. You may post no more than twice in 24 hours so it is theoreticaly possible to finish a story in five days.

When a poem is posted a cast of characters will be offered, it may be two or more players and in some instances I will not play at all just offer the poem for your interpretation.
After our first 'dry run' this will be an OPEN thread and parts will go on a first come first served basis.
Simply choose your character and post.
Remember though the limits on postings and do not take a part unless you feel you can work within the ten day framework. If you must be absent for more than a day or two please inform the people you are playing with. Regardless of absences the ten day limit will apply.
On completion of one story a new poem will be posted within a day or two.
Any questions?...PM me please.

Now let's give it a try!”

 

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Okay, folks. Ariosto and I will start the first one off. As I will post the poem, it's your post first.

Beauty's a Flower
Moira O'Neill

Youth's for an hour,
Beauty's a flower,
But love is the jewel that wins the world.

Youth's for an hour, an'the taste o'life is sweet,
Ailes was a girl that stepped on two bare feet;
In all my days I never seen the one as fair as she,
I'd have lost my life for Ailes, an'she never cared for me.

Beauty's a flower, an'the days o'life are long,
There's little knowin' who may live to sing another song;
For Ailes was the fairest, but another is my wife,
An'Mary - God be good to her! - is all I love in life.

Youth's for an hour,
Beauty's a flower,
But love is the jewel that wins the world.

 

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"Padraig O'Neil, what are ye doin, loiterin' around the bar when ya should be out helpin' yer old man with the sheep?"

The boy jumped up from the chair where he'd been enthroned for the past hour waiting for a sight of the lovely Ailes, the true love of his life.
He made a desperate grab and saved the mug of ale before it tumbled to the packed earth floor.

Old Bannion pushed by him and set himself ponderously behind the bar.
"She ain't here Paddy an she ain't comin' here if she knows yer about."
The owner of the 'Blue Goat' Inn was well aware of the boys infatuation with his pretty t daughter and felt sorry for him. Ailes could and did make him jump through hoops.

"Ahhh...where is she then?"
Hope was written on his long sad face.

"And why should I be tellin' you!?"
He picked up a mug and began to polish it.
He relented.
"She'll be on her way back from her cousin Mary's. Walkin' on the old sea road an she might need a hand in fact. She's bringing in some carded wool for the missus."

Paddy slapped 4 pence on the table and grinned wide as a monkey.
"Thankee Mister Bannion, help her I shall!"

 

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The girls giggled as they packed the wool in the two cloth slings Ailes had brought with her.

"Why Mary, I'm shocked, I am," Ailes teased her older cousin. Though cousins, and a year apart in age, they were often mistaken for sisters. They shared the same shade of firey locks, and they were identical in height and girth. Mary, however, was the more polished of the two young maids. At nineteen, her every effort was to maintain her appearance. Her hair hardly dared to slip out of place, her cheeks were always a touch more flushed than the rest of her face, and manicured nails and impeccably fitted dresses completed her image.

Ailes, on the other hand, let her hair flow free, like flames dancing against a night sky. Her face was often flushed from the hours she spent amidst the beauty of Ireland's fields and meadows. She was often compared to a wildflower, while Mary would be the rose of the pair.

"Oh, Ailes!" Mary batted at the young girl playfully. "Ye don't know how I envy you, do ya?"

"But Paddy O'Neill? Mary, he's a pest, he is. Why do you waste your time pinin' over such an insufferable lad? Why, he'll be a dirty ol' letch before he's thirty!"

Mary sighed the sigh of the lovelorn. "What I wouldn't give for him to pay attention to me, like that. Oh, go on now, before I start to hate ya." They kissed the air, and Ailes slung the bags over her shoulders to set off for home.

The fresh saltwater scent hung in the air, and the grass tickled between her bare toes as she walked, her hair dancing in the wind.

From a distance, she saw a form heading down a hill in a hurry. Upon closer inspection, she sighed.

"Paddy O'Neill. What are ye doin' here?" She hollered above the roar of wind and water.

 

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"Your Pa said I should come and give ya a hand."

"Oh he did did he."
Ailes was quite sure her father had not sent Paddy on his own.
He took a dim view of the boy all together.
But no denying Paddy was a fine looking, strapping lad. Black Irish he was, with long curling hair, wild wind blown hair framing a face now flushed with excitement...a handsome face it was. And his shoulders wide and...

"What are ya thinkin' Ailes...your starin' at me like I got egg on me face of somethin'"

She grinned mischieviously.
"No No, Paddy O'Neill, I was thinkin' what a fine noble man ya are comin' all the way here ta help me out."
She dumped the heavy wool bundles in his arms.
"Sure your a God send."
She stood on tip toe and gave him a warm kiss on the cheek.
Something she'd done only once before in the two long years he'd pined for her.

It was a wild and deserted part of the coast here, always windy.
The road passed along with scattered thin hedges along one side and the sea storming at the base of the cliffs on the other.
Around the bend she knew they'd come to the abandoned
house of widow McCarthy. A place she and her old beaux Tom Fitzpatrick had used for secret liaisons before he'd gone off to the war...Ailes was in a frisky mood and Paddy was a tall, good looking boy.

"Paddy, let's stop at the old stone house and rest a bit. There's no rush gettin' back home is there?"

 

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The old stone house was just that, a house of stone that had been weathered by wind and rain over many years. It was a place of discovery in her late teens, and she found much...comfort there.

Leading Paddy in with the wheels churning quickly in her mind, she spun around and smiled brightly at him.

"Thank ye for comin' to help me, Paddy."

This threw Paddy for a loop, considering that she hardly smiled at him, and perhaps had never thanked him for anything.

They both knew that she was using his affection for her to get what she wanted, but Paddy didn't care as long as he was with her.

She took his hand and flipped it palm-side up. "Me ma taught me how to read hands once." She scrutinized it carefully. "Looks like you will have a long, healthy life. Children. True love." She smiled at him again. Rubbing light circles over the center of his palm lightly, she locked her eyes on his. "Looks like the winds of fate are with ye today, Paddy O'Neill."

She leaned in close to his lips, and she smiled as his eyes closed, instinctively. He could feel her hot breath on his face, and he inhaled her natural womanly scent.

Supressing a giggle, the coquette pecked his cheek at the corner of his lips, and turned away to sit on the packed earth below them.

Paddy looked disappointed. Ailes basked in her own power.

And then, perhaps, she thought she saw a look of anger flash across her face.

She needn't worry, Ailes thought. Paddy was harmless. And she enjoyed playing with his predictability.

 

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Paddy looked at the smug expression of superiority on her face and anger flashed thru him, searing as a lightening bolt.
She was making a fool of him and enjoying it! The small kiss was what she'd give a child, a grandfather!

They sat side by side in silence for a moment, his frustration building to dangerous levels...
"I seen you come here with Tommy Fitzpatrick before."

It didn't surprize her. She knew he'd followed her many times.
"Aye, I did indeed and your a naughty boy for spyin' on me."

She reached up and stroked his cheek.
"Ya love me dontcha Paddy?"

He flushed and looked away, his emotions were seething.

"Poor boy, I bet your just imaginin' what we did in here with the door closed, aren't ya.?"
She took his silence for tongue tied meekness and drove on with the game.

"I let him play with me a bit ... and I with him, I did."
She looked down and saw the bulge in his trousers and grinned.

"You want to know what we did?...do ya Paddy dear?"

He felt on the point of explosion in more ways than one.

 

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"Yes..." he responded in a choked whisper. He wanted to know so much.

Ailes ran a finger lightly up and down the ridge in his trousers as she spoke in a husky whisper.

"Sometimes we would just kiss, ye know."

She heard him gasp inwardly. Two fingers now traced the outline at his crotch.

"Sometimes I'd show him me breasts and let him touch them." As if illustrating the point, Ailes thrust her chest forward and two tiny points tented the bodice of her dress.

And then she cupped his throbbing cock and rubbed at it firmly. "One time, Paddy, I even kissed his...willy." She had leaned in to his ear to whisper the last word, and she could hear him swallow audibly.

Taking the game one step further, Ailes removed her hand and pressed her body against his as her lips descended for a hot, brief kiss. Her hips rubbed against his arousal, and her tongue darted quickly in and then out of his mouth. Paddy hadn't even had time to understand what was going on before she had pulled her body away from his and smiled at the panting boy she saw before her.

It was obvious by her actions that Ailes had done much more with Tommy than she was admitting.

 

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He stood up quietly, doing nothing to disguise the erection that was bulging nearly out of his trousers. Without looking at her he crossed to the door, shut and bolted it.

"What are ya doin' Paddy!?"
Suddenly her voice had lost it's smugness and as he turned to face her he saw real fear on her face.
Paddy was a big man. Well over six feet, broad shouldered and muscled from years of labor in the fields. His face was harder than his 20 years should have allowed and his expression as he faced his tormentor was not that of a star struck boy.

"I'll have ya now Ailes....I'll have ya as Tom and Jaime and Sean Benteen had ya . Right there on the straw."
He gestured at the pile of dry straw where yes indeed she had allowed Tom and Jaime and Sean to play with her body and she with theirs more than a few times. But how did he know!?

"Let me out of here, let me out of here!...you ...you SPY!"

He'd begun to strip off his shirt and her voice stuck in her throat as she watched the broad expanse of his chest, the tight muscles of his stomach and big powerful arms emerging in the semi -darkness .

"Come on Ailes, Ye'll give me what ya give them or you'll be sorry."

She knew he wasn't kidding.

 

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Ailes wasn't sure how she had gotten herself into this mess, but she knew that there was only one way out.

Paddy approached her slowly, almost menacingly, and Ailes turned the look of fear on her face to apathy.

"Do what ye want with me, Paddy, but don't expect me to help ye."

She wasn't always the smartest girl in the world, and perhaps she had misjudged Paddy. He pulled her against his chest roughly and grabbed a fistful of her flame orange locks. Pulling her head back, and burying his lips in the crook of her neck, he nearly whispered to her.

"We'll see about that, you coquette. How long can ye hold out, lass?"

She refused to speak, but suppressed a gasp as his other arm claimed a breast. His mouth was working its way up her neck towards her lips.

Ailes wanted to be indignant, to refuse him the pleasure of knowing he had gotten to her. However, Ailes couldn't deny that this sudden confidence and agressiveness had her loins aching for him to have his way with her.

As his lips captured hers and his tongue slid into her parted mouth, visions of Paddy taking her fiercely--passionately--swam through her mind.

She whimpered aloud and hoped it sounded more like fear than desire...

 

[ariosto]

Paddy didn't care if it was fear or desire, he'd ceased to consider what Ailes might be thinking, now only his own pent up lust mattered and He knew where he was going.
He might pay dearly for what he was going to do but it was no matter...no matter at all.

His big hands awkwardly snapped the buttons from her blouse and he hauled it roughly down her arms, pinning them to her sides. He hesitated only a moment and then jerked the chemise down to her waist revealing high firm breasts, the nipples already swollen and stiff.
He opened his mouth and filled it with her flesh, sucking until the hard buds were tickling the back of his throat.

Ailes leaned back against the wall, her eyes shut tight allowing the sensations he was causing her to consume everything in the world.

His cock strained achingly against the tight fabric of his pants.
He pulled a hand away from her breast long enough to unbutton and release his erection...
It pressed hotly into the valley beneath her legs and he rubbed it hard against her linen skirt as his lips crushed hers again and his hands molded themselves to her breasts and began to squeeze them painfully.

Ailes following the oldest instincts in the world, met his invading tongue with her own and parted her legs for the inevitable...
Paddy was indeed a powerful young man.

 

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The boy was an octopus. Just when she knew where his hands were, they were somewhere else, leaving behind a scalded feeling on her skin. His tongue was driving her mad as he parted her legs and hitched her skirt up.

He was giving her no chance to get away, and no chance to think.

Paddy lifted her leg until it was hooked over his hip, and she curled it instinctively against his back as she leaned against the wall for support.

He broke the kiss and they were both breathing wildly. His eyes burned into hers.

"Paddy," she whimpered.

"Shhhh," he whispered. His hand trailed up her thigh to the wet fabric at the juncture of her thighs. Tracing his fingers lovingly over her knickers, he rested his forehead on hers. "I've wanted this for so long, Ailes, so long."

She was about to tell him to stop, though she knew it was futile, but he changed the rhythm of their encounter once again.

His gentle caresses turned rough and he grabbed at the front of her knickers, tearing them away from her body. The tattered material fell to the floor in a puddle below her opened legs.

Desire raged through her and she thrust her hips forward.

Desire won over fear or pride. Finding opportunity, Ailes reached between them and wound her fingers around his rigid cock.

She could feel his whole body tense as he gasped.

Ailes tried to guide him inside her, but he roughly dislodged her hand and replaced it with his own.

He was in control, and he wanted her to know it.

Thank God for small blessings...

 

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Her shoulders scraped painfully on the stone wall as he drove himself into her.
He was big...very big and she'd not had much in the way of preperation...

"God Paddy, your killin' me." She whimpered as he pushed himself, slowly and relentlessly deeper into her body.
Her words seemed to inspire him to even more and his hands locked on her creamy shoulders, pulling her body down onto him.
She felt as if a huge log was about to split her in half.
Her feet had been lifted clear of the floor and now she raised her legs and locked them behind his, it made the cruel penetration a bit less painful....she was slowly giving herself up to him...powerless...powerless to resist.

He looked into her face with burning eyes wanting to see her expression as he filled her with himself...his breath was dry and hot against her lips...
"How does it feel now Ailes...how does it feel to have poor old Paddy's prick up your cunnie...eh?...HOW!?"

With the last word he tensed his powerful thighs and buttocks, savagely thrusting himself into her as far as it was possible to go!
She writhed and twisted on his great hard cock, a butterfly pinned to the wall.

 

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The rough stone wall scraped at her back, something was lodged between her shoulderblades, and Paddy's vicious tool continued to drill into her without mercy. Ailes was enjoying this far more than she could admit.

Tears spilled out over her face as her passage began to fill with the sweet nectar Paddy was drawing from her. With each mighty thrust, there was less pain, and more burning passion.

His words were fraught with anger at her ongoing cruelty towards him. He was punishing her, indeed. And damned if he wouldn't drive them both into the firey flames of hell!

Ailes let her arms drop, and allowed the wall and Paddy's own hands support her. Bracing her hands low on the wall, she began to push herself as if she were a child on a swing, allowing her body to meet his with great impact.

Paddy repeated his earlier question with such ferocity that she lost the rhythm of their dance. "How does it feel, Ailes!?!"

"Fuck you, Paddy O'Neill!" She tensed her entire body around his cock, squeezing him inside her as he buried himself into her.

His hand came to her breast and twisted her nipple cruelly. She screamed and bucked against him as she fell into the flames. She spasmed uncontrollably as he stood, almost in shock, his movements paused.

Slumping against the wall, Ailes' watery eyes fixed on his. "Fuck you, Paddy..."

But there was no conviction in her tone this time, and she wore the disheveled look of a satisfied woman well. And the wetness that still flowed out of her suggested to Paddy that she, too, was not ready to stop.

 

[ariosto]

Paddy was not an experienced man and it took him a moment to realise that Ailes had just had an orgasm and he was feeling the warm flow of her cum as it lubricated the tight interface between his cock and her passage. He did found the resistance much less...and commenced again, with long deep thrusts into her shuddering body...For some reason it was taking him much longer to reach a climax than it did with his own hands.

With a groan, he dipped his face against her breasts and drew her nipples into his mouth, biting them and shaking his head, rubbing the stubble on his jaw over the tender flesh around each taught bud.
She cried out as he bit down and pulled...His big rough hands reached down and grabbed her ass, lifting it and spreading her wide as he pumped his iron cock faster and faster into her sex.
Ailes had no control anymore...no thoughts, she pushed forward onto him meeting each thrust with her own, her back rubbing raw against the stone. His great mane of shaggy hair hid what he was doing to her breasts, but she could feel the exquisite pain he was causing her like knives of pleasure.
She dug her heels HARD into his back ad tightened on him like a vise...

Paddy felt the wave leap up and push him over the edge, and without pausing he began to cum. His great enginer pumped into her body releasing rockets of hot thick spend which spread like fire through her loins...and then she too was cumming, matching him move for move, swirling into the fevered oblivion of a shattering orgasm.

 

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They tensed, and then slowly relaxed, unwinding as if in slow motion to the floor. Their breathing labored, their eyes never left each others' and they still clung to each other as if still in the throes of passion.

Paddy looked stunned, but not nearly as stunned as Ailes. "Dear Lord, Paddy. I never thought you to have all that in ya!"

He smiled down at her, and lying her on her back, he thrust his cock gently deeper inside her. "You've been teasin' me a long time, Ailes love."


She gasped at his quick recuperation, and met his hips with her own. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she nudged him over onto his back, and she sank onto him, her newly impassioned sex rubbinginto his pelvic bone. Paddy strained upwards and took a tight nipple in his mouth and sucked.

Ailes sighed, and ground herself harder into him as he tried to thrust within her. The delicious scent of sex mixed with the fresh scent of an Irish breeze. The wind picked up outside, whistling as it seemed to command their rhythm.

Ailes rose and then sank as she enclosed him in her sweet heat. His teeth grazed her nipple and she picked up the pace again.

"Ye feel so good inside me, Paddy. Yer a good fuck, ye know."

He growled and suged up into her and his pubic hair grazed her clit. Ailes' whole body tensed and her pussy convulsed wildly on his cock.

"OHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSS PADDDDYY!!!!!!!"

Her scream was carried out to the ocean on the winds of Eire.

 

[ariosto]

...and into the kitchen where Mary was baking a cake to give to Paddy, whose birthday she knew was tomorrow.
She'd been in love with him a long time. True he wasn't the smartest man in the village but he was kind and gentle to her and took no notice of her blindness.
She did wonder at the cry she'd just heard though, snatched and shredded by the wind, it could have been most anything.

She rode him like a stallion, her body pistoning on his cock, her fingers digging into the flesh of his broad shoulders.
She came again, the familiar flood of liquid warmth flowing hot around his thrusting erection.
He held her down, pulling her down with his hands and drove in deep, releasing a second geyser of cum into the warm, close chalice of her body.

"God Paddy...yer a live one ya are!"
She gasped, collapsing on him, thrusting her breasts against his face.
He found her stiff pebeled nipple and drew it into his mouth, sucking like a lamb, while she tensed and retensed her inner muscles against his slackening member.
"We'll be doin' this again my boyo....Oh yessssssssssss."

Her words were music in his ears but he knew they were all just part of the game.
She'd be leaving for the convent within the week and the whole town was glowing with the knowledge that their own pretty Ailes would be a nun.


OOC...we can ebnd it here or do another post Soli...that was #9 I think.

 

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OOC: Hope you aren't upset with my infrequent posting lately, Ari. I thought you ended it nicely. But a nunnery!?! Ailes is sure a firecracker novice!

Okay folks, I have another poem coming up Monday morning. I plan to participate in this one, but the one following I will back out and let you guys play without me! So PM me if you're interested. K?

 

[soliloquy]

Take 2--8/19-8/28 or 10 posts per reader

This Is Just To Say
William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold


OOC: Who's up for it?

 

[afternooner]

afternooner

OOC.

Monday morning, the sun is shining and I'm bright eyed and bushy tailed ...and up for almost anything! Here goes thanks for invite, Soli.

 

[afternooner]

Peter

“Catch you on the flip flop”

I grabbed my sleeping bag ,threw my guitar strap across my shoulder and jumped out of the 18 wheeler rumbling on the side of the freeway.The trucker grined.“Thanks for the company good buddy, if your heading west again I’ll look out for you, make this trip every ten days like I told you, St Louis to Frisco. He winked. “Hope it works for you this tme though, every man needs a good woman to come home to”.

I stepped away, not wanting to hear again about Stella. his lady, the light of his life the reason for his very existence, his anchor in the storm, ect. The first time around I was interested in his chatter about his love life but jeeze after about the umteenth time I was getting just a little bored. when I could get a word in edgewise I told him about Ruthie about how I had left one day, not angy, not bored, not really anything. It just seemed to be the way it was with me. I was a tumbleweed perhaps.

When the desire to move swept over me like a dry desert wind I moved on and when the stillness of a dewy morning or the sunshine of someones smile carressed my brow I stopped, until the next wind came along.

The wind that came began in the back of my mind starting as a bitter sweet memory and then as it tugged at me, I knew I had to follow it. East across the Rockies to the Mississippi and then south to St Louis and Ruthie.

I pictured her in my mind, Her soft silky hair the color of golden wheat straw flowing down around her tan shoulders whispering secrets to her firm high breasts beneath her cotton sundress. Her blue eyes asking only for love, pure and simple, nothing more.Not asking for promises or commitments but just for love, one day at a time. I had given her that, the best way I knew how, picking out soft tender melodies on my guitar. Telling her with my songs, about myself ,my feelings, my aspirations. Bringing her fresh fruit and flowers from the market. And choclolate.

Looking east I watched the rising sun for a minute grining, thinking of her turning softly in her bed yawing perhaps smiling because it was Sunday and she could squander an hour or two of otherwise forbidden lazyness, drifting in and out of sleep, dreaming. I chuckled, of me maybe and then I grew aprehensive, could be of some one new after all I’d been gone for six monthes a lot can happen in six months. A chill swept over me as I ran down the exit ramp and across 42nd street Oh god I thought what if! I didnt’ even want to think of another man in her bed and yet there was a possibility, no, more like a probability. Slowing now and out of breath, my heart beating in my chest I slumped onto a bus stop bench and waited for something or someone to make a decision for me that I seemed unable to make for myself.

 

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Ruthie slipped out the side door, hoping not to wake David. He was a sweet one, that David. But her heart had not truly been into the act of lovemaking that night. He had been charmingly kind and had agreed to hold her until she slept.

He had fallen asleep first, and she had slipped carefully from his embrace to gather her things and slip quietly into the night. The walk to her house was only a few blocks, and she took in the night sky and stars as she walked.

Ruthie was a passionate woman, and devoured just about anything set before her. Give her a beautiful sunset, and she would take it in as if it were a lover. Give her a lover and she would take him in just as eagerly. Lately, though, no matter how many lovers, nor how good, she seemed to have lost the will, the ability to appreciate those things which had been so precious to her such a short time ago.

As she sat on her front stoop, waiting for the sun to rise, she thought of Peter. The rugged redheaded traveler who had swept her from her foundation and left her sprawled in a heap of nothingness. She bit down the bitterness and repeated the words she knew rang of logic. He never promised you anything, and you never asked.

But it was just so difficult to forget his piercing grey-blue eyes, his strong hands and broad shoulders, and the way he made love to her as if there were nothing in the world but the two of them and the air between them.

It was difficult now to be with a lover who didn't stare into her soul as he thrust into her willing body. She was never satisfied anymore. Peter had tainted her for those guilty pleasures. Anymore, she rarely felt more than guilt. Guilt for not being able to give more to her lovers.

The sun was peering over the horizon hesitantly as Ruthie leaned against the brick pillar.

He hadn't even left a note, she thought.

 

[afternooner]

Peter

The swish of bicycle tires on the wet morning street caught Peters attention as a paper boy swept past him and his strong arm sent the morning paper up roward Ruthies porch.

“Good morning mam, Sorry about that”
He had missed her porch by a country mile and the paper went flying into the rose bushes.
Peter was startled by the sound of the paperboys voice and further surprised by the sight of someone sitting on the porch in the morning shadows.

“Ruthie?” he said under his breath peering into the distance. His question was answered when she spoke.

“ Better work on that aim, guy if you want to keep your job.” There was no anger in her voice as she stood and stepped down from the steps, shaking her head.

Her blonde hair, caught in the glow of the rising sun and her slender figure in her blue cornflower print sundress silloheted in the brightness brought a lump to Peters throat .

He set his guitar and bag on the bench and started across the street. Heading toward the same goal, the paper, neither one of them noticed each others presence. Pter got there first and picking it up was standing there a big grin on his face when Ruthie a few feet away saw him.

Taken by surprise she hesitated a moment and then screemed. “Peter”! as she took two steps and tackled him.He dropped the paper as her legs surrounded his waist and her arms went around his shoulders, pulling him tight to her and almost knocking him over.

I was just thinking of you. she blushed remembering where she had been last night and kissed him fiercly to block out Davids image.

Peter put his strong hands under he behind and hoisted her up, till she was balanced on his hips her ankles clamped behind him. Her eyes sparkled merrily and she leaned back drinking in the sight of him, his eyes, his mouth, his hair . With one hand she ran her fingers through it.

"Welcome home, Peter"

His eyes grew misty.

“It’s good to be here.”

Holdin her this way looking in her loving eyes made Peter remember just how much he missed her. It didn’t matter now, if she had another lover or if even a man was in her bed. Right now the only thing that mattered was their being together again.

Hesitantly he asked. "Can I come inside ?

Ruthie giggled and looked down at the place they were connected her eyes twinkling.

“you mean like here and now, Peter shame on you what will the neighbors think".

"Screw the neighbors ", he laughed a long uninhibited laugh something he had’n’t done in quite a while.

she giggled an unpretensious giggle and then bucked against him.

He began to recall all the diferent places they had made love before and started to become aroused.

Trying to keep his voice and body in control he slowly removed his arms from her butt.


“No. silly, inside your apartment.”

“Carry me then, big boy”. she giggled again as Peter reached around and reluctently unfastened her ankles and swung her body around. He pretended he was staggering under her weight as he moved slowly toward the door. reaching the door he felt for the knob and found it locked.

Oh no! you locked yourself out, love”

“The key is under the matt don’t you remember,”
Peter did remember having had to let himself in after many a late gig and climbing into her warm bed to snuggle against her sleeping body.

"Ok, he said letting her down, you open the door and I’ll get my things." He motioned toward the bench across the street. And, I’ll bring the Sunday paper. He grined.

She opened the door and stepped inside as he retrieved his guitar and bag. scooping up the paper he picked a couple of roses and returning to the door stepped inside.

 

[soliloquy]

Ruthie kept thinking this must be a dream, but here Peter was, in her home, and back for more. She knew she should be indignant, perhaps even furious with him. But she couldn't bring herself to push those emotions to the surface. She was just bubbling with too much joy and passion to even think of such reactions to his return.

They got into the house and he set his things down. Ruthie resumed her position in his arms, and buried her head in his chest.

"How have you been, Ruthie." His voice was soft and sweet, but low and gravelly, oozing of sensuality.

"Not as good as when you're here." She looked up into his gorgeous eyes and melted a little.

He brushed a hair away from her face and Ruthie was a goner. Her lips pressed hungrily against his as her leg curled around his hip in a blatant request.

He chuckled, but lifted her up once again so that she was in his arms, her legs wrapped around his torso. Their tongues danced slowly around each other, and their bodies undulated against each other.

Her mound was pulsing, and the contact with his bulge only made her throb more so.

She was soon placing light kisses all over his face. "God I've missed you, Peter..."

He growled. "I need you. Let's go to the bedroom." He carried her up the stairs, bumping into railing and wall periodically. Her hands grabbed at whatever part of him that she could grab as her tongue attacked his ear.

Upon entering the bedroom, Peter backed her up against the wall and let out a groan. He moved away from her just enough to pull her skirt up and edge her panties to the side. And with that, she knew that he would take her, right then and there. He would be slow and gentle another time, but they needed each other too badly right now.

His fingers penetrated her and Ruthie cried out loudly. It was only seconds before his erection was free of its confines, and he was lining himself up to thrust into her.

Ruthie couldn't have wanted anything more.

He thrust into her, her back hitting the wall, her hips thrusting forward to meet him. They cried out together like a song. And then they began the dance.

 

[afternooner]

Peter

The song began, back in each of their separate minds and then as they connected became one. His fingers holding her open for his entry, feeling his shaft slip easily past, smoothed out the ridges and the valleys. Threading their way further underneath her and forward, they spread the wetness they had gathered up around her clit and pushed back on the hood. She sang the first note a low gutteral growl and he answered her in the same octave. There was silence as they shared this beginning moment.

The dance began as she tightened her legs around his waist and he took one strong hand and held her butt. The other arm her raised so that his hand was on her shoulder. Her hands on his shoulders kneaded the firm flesh.

A sound or rather a vibration like the roll of drums echoed for deep inside of them, making them shudder wanting to follow the tension that was building. He started first as he held her against the wall and supporting her with his cupping hand withdrew his shaft. Slowly and with intent, intending to pull down and back until the hard knob nestled in the tender folds, he moved.

Once there he hesatated only a moment before thrusting back into her .Her tongue invaded his mouth, plunging a penetration of her own and yet combining with his lower thrusting. His arm around her neck counter balanced each thrust and his hand below her pushed her up with each withdrawl. Each time he thrust and she plunged the tension climbed a note higher on their scale of desire.

Reaching a plateau he paused and Ruthie sensing a need of her own to climb, tightened her grip around his waist and shoulders pushed her self up and away from him. Slipping slowly up his shaft toward that same point that he had found and then plunging down sucked him inside again. Her mouth sucked his tongue inside its interior. Again and again she rose and plunged and sucked voraciously on him both from above and below.

Like dueling instruments they played each others song as they rose higher and higher. until they could no longer keep the melodies separate and joined in concert, their bodies singing together.

“Ruthie”.... he sang

“Peter “....she echoed

They leaned back to look in each others eyes and seeing wonder and surprise, they smiled. His hands came up to her breasts feeling the hard nipples beneath the cloth. His thumbs and forefingers massaged each tender bud and Peter saw the sharp edge of her climax appear in her sparkling eyes. his gaze followed it as her eyes softened and she closed them behind him as he reached for her soul. Together they shared her softening and Peter closing his eyes felt a softening within himself .

Loosening her grip around his waist she slowly slid down. She giggled at his half erection and his pants and shorts down around his ankles. She pulled her skirt. top and panties off as he sremoved his clothes..

“Second verse” she said and then pondered as to why she had even said it.

He grinned and picking her up placing her gently on the edge of the bed. she took his half erection and touched the tip with her tongue licking off the sparkling drop of nectar from it. He grinned and kneeling in front of her pulled her legs up over his shoulders and plunged his head between her moist thighs She fell back gasping in delight as he began a new song.