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The Coming Storm
Author:
Byron Anderson
 Moonlight bathed your body like dew on the morning grass as you
leaned against the rail and looked down into the darkness of the
river that
rolled gently past the house. Reflections on the water danced
and played on the gentle waves, drawing your thoughts deep into
their gentle movements.
Your sheer, see through robe caressed your skin much more gently
than the shore that caressed the water. There was safety in the
shore, holding the water safe, but there was no safety offered
to you from the delicate fabric that draped your naked body. You
were vulnerable to the evening breeze, with nothing to stop the
delicate movement of the air as it tease and caressed your
nipples. You felt free looking down from the balcony, your robe
open and your breasts exposed to the evening air, letting it
take you slowly as it would, touching you in ways that filled
you with desire.
You could feel your nipples harden from the cool touch of the
evening breeze, their own reply to the way nature was making
love to them. Your robe danced against your naked skin, making
your body tingle as it touched you like soft fingertips. Leaves
on the trees swayed gently in rhythm with your heartbeat, making
you feel at one with them. The soft night was your lover. He was
gentle with you, his cool touch warming you somehow, yet a
slightly more powerful rush of air reminded you he could be firm
as well as he easily brushed your robe aside and twisted his
fingers around your thighs. His powerful hand touched the soft
lips between your legs. It was a cold, hard touch that sent a
chill through your body, but filled you with excitement to such
a degree that you felt your womb tremble as small droplets of
feminine moisture formed within your pussy and made their way to
those delicate lips. You were in control, and could protect
yourself from his touch at any time, but you knew he was more
powerful than you, and if angered, he could tear away any walls
you could build around yourself for protection, and he could
take you at his will.
You understood him, you felt him inside of you, and you knew his
strength would never harm you as you moved your legs apart from
one another, allowing him more access to your most tender flesh.
Honeysuckle somewhere in the distance had been caught in his
powerful hand and delivered to you. It’s fragrance filled you
and surround you with passion. You could feel it on your skin, a
gentle sweetness that somehow seemed to enter through every
pore.
You
knew your lover, and you knew his moods. You waited, knowing he
would tease you gently over and over. You waited, your desire
growing stronger as he tempted you with only the most delicate
touch. You wanted him, needed him, longed to feel him inside of
you. Your mind ached as much as your body, wondering how long he
would only play with you. His tongue would torture you, barely
acknowledging your aching nipples as he only offered a slight
touch as the leaves barely moved in the trees.
The water continued to lap gently against the shore below you.
Even in its gentleness, its touch was more powerful than his. It
touched the shore firmly, and the shore caressed it with wanton
desire, the same desire that filled you now. How you longed to
be the water, held so close and so safe by the powerful arms
that embraced it. You needed to be that water. You had to be
held so tight you could not feel yourself for your lover’s
tender embrace, but he still teased and toyed with you.
How long had it been now? Hours, days, months? How long had you
waited for your lover to take you at his will, to make you his,
to offer himself to you completely. You knew him, his thoughts
and his ways, but how long would you have to wait for his touch
again? Had you really ever felt it?
Another brush of wind disturbed the leaves and the gentle
ripples on the water, but just enough to let you feel his
presence. One quick, firm touch of his hand on your breasts, one
harsh brush against your soft lips, barely kissing you as he
passed, leaving you not satisfied, but wanting for more. So
quick was his touch, and so abruptly had it stopped that it left
you unsatisfied, unfulfilled, unloved.
Anger filled your soul as the water mocked you. Hatred pulsed
through your veins as the shore offered his love to another.
Desire burned deep within you as your jealousy raged, brought on
by his selfishness. So many others had felt his touch. The
water, the leaves, even the honeysuckle that he had offered you
had known his strong embrace, yet he left you waiting, wanting,
and needing him more.
You looked down at the water and sighed deeply. How warm it must
feel to forever be held so close. Free to run as it will
downstream. Free to let the ripples play across it’s surface,
yet never vulnerable or alone as the shore forever held it
close.
You heard nothing but the soft harmony of the water as the shore
made love to it. You felt nothing, as even the gentle breeze
seemed to pull away from you. Only when my arms embraced you,
turned you to me and pulled you close did you even realize I was
there.
 My lips touched yours, my arms held your naked body close to
mine, my passion filled you as I leaned you against the rail and
touched your breasts. My desire was yours as I leaned close and
entered you. The leaves began to dance in the trees as I thrust
into you, taking you immediately as I would. Ripples pushed hard
against the shoreline as my passion increased. Drops of sweat
formed on your breasts as dew on the morning grass, the moisture
forcing itself between the tender green blades as I forced
myself deeper inside of you. Faster and harder now, the ripples
grew and began to pound against the small rocks along the shore.
The leaves whipped against their branches as your delicate robe
whipped against your writhing body. Lightning flashed, ravaging
your body with it’s harsh light as it pushed aside the moons
gentle touch. The earth trembled from the thunder as you muscles
tightened in harmony with mine. The gentle ripples were now
waves of passion, pounding and pushing against the shore,
drawing it deeper within its grasp, pulling the shore farther
into its depths. Tree branches swung wildly, crashing into one
another, pushing and straining against the massive trunk that
held them in place. There was no longer a moment to hold fast to
as you gave yourself to me wholly, your passion erupting from
deep within you, caressing and engulfing me with your moisture.
I arched my back with you and returned your passion with my own.
There was no time to flee from the wind and rain as it covered
our bodies.
The storm had come.
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