By Margo Perry  (margo707 AT rogers DOT com)
Copyright 2001 by Margo Perry, all rights reserved.

Snow falls lightly outside the cabin.  Drifts of fallen snow stand against the trees and wood pile as if to hold them up.  Inside, a warm fire burns in the massive stone fireplace, the crackling breaking the silence of a cold
winter's night.  A large bearskin rug lies in front of the hearth, inviting anyone to lie on it for warmth.

On the rug, we sit together - you in front of me in my arms, basking in the glow of the fire, its heat enveloping us like a warm fuzzy blanket from childhood.  The light of the fire dances off of our faces - it's the only light in the room as we sit as one before it.  We talk softly to each other, going over the events of the day and the thoughts of each other.

I start to nibble on the nape of your neck, gentle and soft kisses that make you nuzzle toward me even more.  The smell of your perfume makes me drunk with passion, the feeling rising within me with each taste and smell of your skin.  My hands begin to move and explore your body, even though it's covered in winter's warm garb.  The softness of your sweater feels so nice, especially as it molds around your full breasts. As I continue to kiss your neck, you begin to moan and squirm with pleasure, your hands reaching up to touch my face.  I gently squeeze your breasts, causing you to arch your body.  I move one hand down between your legs to massage your pussy, the lips protruding under your pants.

The passion begins to rise dramatically in both of us, our lips meeting, our tongues going wild inside our mouths.  Soon, we're relieving our bodies of their garments so to touch each other without those bonds to stop us.  My hands brush your hard, stubby nipples, your breasts swelling with excitement. My cock is hard and thick, oozing with pre-cum, waiting for your mouth and your pussy’s touch.  Our tongues are going crazy in each other’s mouth, our hands exploring every inch of each other.  Your soft warm hand wraps around my hardness, gently stroking the shaft and wiping my pre-cum all over the head.  I moan deeply, but softly, at your touch.  I envision it being your warm, wet pussy, loving every inch as if it were taking care of a baby.  I reach for your womanhood, its lips dripping with your own juices.  I push you onto your back, exposing your lovely body to the glow of the fire.  I start at your deep cleavage and kiss my way down until I get to your bald, smooth pussy - fragrant with the scent of a woman.  I lick you slowly, tasting every drop of the juice flowing from inside you.  The taste is so sweet and the touch so inviting, that I must have more.  Still, I lick you up and down slowly, carefully, making sure every inch of your sweet womanhood is touched by my tongue.  I run my tongue down to your asshole, flicking it momentarily, then back up to the hood.  My tongue moves side to side, so as not to miss any part.  Your hips writhe with pleasure, your tongue running over your lips as though you anticipate eating a meal.  You begin to arch your back to push my tongue deeper into you. You start to moan deep and loud as if your very soul has been touched.  I look up into your wanting eyes - they beg me to place my throbbing, dripping member into you.

I kneel before you, inserting my cock slowly, but deeply into your hot, wet entrance of pleasure.  You arch again, this time feeling every inch of me piercing you.  You raise your legs so that I can plunge deeper into you.  I take long, slow, deep strokes, making you beg me to make love to you. I just smile at you, continuing the sweet, slow torture of making love to you.  Suddenly, a wave of pleasure sweeps over you as you begin to thrust your hips against me to bring you to your first climax. You pump violently against me, screaming with pleasure as you reach your first orgasm. Again and again you pound against my cock, gripping the rug tighter and tighter as the intensity of your orgasms increase.  I increase the pace of my
strokes, my own climax right on the verge.  I grip your legs tighter, pumping you harder and faster.  Another wave overtakes you, you cry out my name loudly as it hits.  I feel my cum swelling in my balls - any minute I'm going to fill you with gobs of my sticky seed.  Faster and harder we pump in rhythm together, feeling the greatest climax yet approaching.  All of a sudden - OH YES!  We cum together, both of us crying like babies and screaming - it feels so good.  The intensity is unparalleled, it's almost religious.

Finally, I collapse on top of you, our lips meeting again, this time in a soft, sweet kiss that only two lovers can share after a session of lovemaking. I roll over beside you, snuggling with you so warm and safe in the heat of the fire and the warmth of your love. As the fire begins to dim, we fall asleep, wrapped up in the bearskin rug - and each other’s love.