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That One Special Night
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That One Special Night None of what follows is made up. It was mid October. My love affair with the Lioness was at its height. We were completely, almost telepathically in love. She touched me as if she could feel what I felt through her fingers. Long slender fingers that could light a flame in my heart by just tapping on the table absent-mindedly; that could make me hard just by touching my arm. We went on a day trip to the country. She had taught me to ride a , and we went pony trekking across peaceful Dorset fields. My walked like a slug in glue. Just as well since I rode like clothes store dummy. The Lioness rode like a swaying willow, poised, elegant, supremely confident. It seemed to me that her hips moved in the same way as they moved when it was me between her legs instead of the , and I watched her all day, wanting her. She knew. She teased like only a sure thing can. Everyone was looking at her, but her body spoke only to me. "You are going to have me, but you are going to have to want me first." I squeezed desperately at my , trying to take my mind of the bulge that was growing in my jodhpurs, and he walked a few more paces. Then, just as I thought I might be incapable of moving my legs by the time we got home, he pricked up his ears. The ride was nearly over and my had smelt his supper. "They always speed up once you make the turn for the yard," said the guide with a smile, and as he did so his own made a little jump forward. The effect was dramatic. Three horses, mine thankfully not included, bolted for home. Two soon slowed as the guide rode alongside them, but the third, the Lioness's, put back its ears and flew across the field. She was the best rider in the group by far, and had been given the friskiest , she told me later she tried all she knew, but the was out of control. She jumped the first fence, then managed to turn the , hoping it would slow if it was running back towards us. Instead it ran flat out at the fence, then stopped dead, throwing her. I felt sick. I got off my and ran towards her. The Guide was already there, telling her to keep still. I could do nothing but stand helpless, holding the loose horses' reins. I had never seen someone I loved in an accident. My whole world had changed in a second. Then I heard her voice. "I'm ok; just winded I think." I realised I didn't know her quite as well as I had thought because I didn't know what to do. Whether to fuss or not, what did she need? But she must have realised because she looked straight at me. "It's ok," she said. "I'm always falling off! Not normally as heavily as that though!" And she walked stiffly over, put her hand on my shoulder and took her horses reins from my hand. We got back to the stables; I can't remember now if we walked or rode. My was quicker if you walked! By the time we got there though she could hardly move and I was beginning to worry again. The guide told me to take her in to the local emergency department just to be sure, so we eased her into the car. We were lucky; it was quiet and they ex-rayed her straight away. The doctor's verdict was a relief; nothing broken, but badly strained and spasming back muscles. Bed rest would be required. I drove her home as smoothly as possible, but it was clear she wasn't comfortable, and at every corner, every bump in the road she winced. She looked at me once or twice, then she said, "You were worried weren't you, that's so sweet." "Yes I was worried ‒ I love you." "You actually properly love me don't you?" she asked. "Yes." We got into the house and I half carried her up the stairs. She wanted a bath, so I helped her undress. I remember she was lying on the bed as I undid her bra and tried to turn her over to unhook the straps. She was laughing and wincing, catching her breath at the same time. I washed her ‒ she couldn't even bend to reach her knees. I had bathed with her before, but even so, sliding my soapy hands over her breasts and thighs was about as sensual as it is possible to imagine. Her skin felt like only soft, wet soapy skin can. She watched my face the whole time, gazing into my eyes. She put her hands behind her head so I could wash her under-arms. She knew how much she was turning me on. "How are we going to make love?" She asked me as I was washing her feet. "Don't be stupid, I'm going to sleep on the sofa," I replied. But she was insistent: "No you are not. I want you in bed with me." I wanted that too, and she was very persuasive. I got washed and joined her in her bed, slipping slowly under the duvet, trying not to jog her. I closed my eyes and tried not to think of her beautiful firm breasts and soft flat stomach, lying next to me. Then I felt her fingers close around my already straining shaft. "Let me suck you," I heard her say. "Just move very slowly and don't rock the bed." I put a knee each side of her body and with my hands braced against the wall, lowered myself to her. She lay there, lips apart as I slid my cock into her mouth, and felt that heavenly warmth close over me, and her tongue begin its silky rubbing at my sweet spot. But soon she stopped. "I'm sorry, I can't, it's hurting my neck," she admitted. "It's ok sweetheart, I can do without," I told her. "But I want you to come," she crooned with a smile. "I need you inside me." Very slowly and gently I moved my legs and she drew her feet up, letting her knees fall either side of my hips. I eased myself forward and rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy lips. She felt hot and wet and I slid in easily, then pulled back very slowly, before easing in a little more. Everything took three times as long as usual. Any sudden movement rocked the bed and she winced in pain, but she wouldn't let me stop. I moved in her incredibly slowly, each withdrawal taking maybe four or five seconds, and each slow thrust the same. The feeling was amazing. Instead of feeling being focussed on the of the head of my penis, every nerve ending began to become super sensitive, straining to feel each tiny moment of friction as her rough velvet sheath held and caressed my shaft. At first I had to resist the temptation to ram myself into her, but as I continued to slide in slow motion it became hypnotic, intoxicating; intense beyond description. I relaxed and gave myself to what seemed like an endless sea of sensation flooding through my hips and into my belly. Something similar must have been happening to her because she was staring into my eyes with a wild look on her face. Every time I pressed into her she moaned, and as I pulled out she gasped. I realized I was rubbing the head over her G spot ever so slowly every time and she was gradually building an orgasm. My heart was racing although there was no exertion, and my arms were shaking from keeping my weight off her. I looked down at her perfect breasts and stomach, pressing myself deep into her. Her nipples stood out from tightly puckered skin, and I knew how they must feel ‒ aching like mine. I bent my elbows and took one into my mouth, flicking it against my teeth and biting it gently. She groaned in appreciation and pushed her hips against me, making herself gasp as pain flashed through her back. Her eyes re-assured me though, "Don't stop now," she was telling me, and I could feel her using her hips, grinding against me to the limit of the pain she could stand. I hate pain; the thought of it turns me off, but this was a different kind of pain; she was barely aware of it, just touching the edge of it, using it to bring on her orgasm. By then I was in constant ecstasy, almost beyond the level of a normal orgasm, but I felt as if I could go on for ever, just caressing myself endlessly within her. Then she reached up her fingers to my nipples and began to pinch and twist them, and immediately I felt the swell beginning between my legs. I knew she would never have done that if she were not on the point of coming herself; she knew it would push me over the edge. And yet still it was building, everything was in slow motion and the volcano was taking an age to erupt. I realized she was already coming, gasping for breath as the swathes of pleasure swept through her, each one matched by a stab of pain, and still I pushed in slow time; in and out, consumed by the mass of jangling sensation in my cock. At last I came, an explosion of cum pouring out of me, wave after wave, far longer than usual, and I was dimly aware that she was still coming too, heaving her shoulders despite the pain as the last few pulses ripped through her. I held myself deep inside her as long as I could but my shoulders were on fire from taking my weight for so long, and gradually I subsided on to her, her arms clasped tightly around me. Neither of us spoke. I was still, until finally I softened and slipped out of her, then I gently slid off her and we lay quietly together until sleep washed us away. In the morning we told each other how it had felt. Her back was looser already, (because of the sex she said!) We tried to replicate this feeling on a number of subsequent occasions. Slow sex was always good for us, but never again was it quite like that amazing, special night. |
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11/21/2006 4:56 pm |
I ONLY could dream of such passion and desire. MAYbe I am wrong... I don't know. MAYBE I could have it, if I want to and I just don't feel it... BUT THAT is the problem, I JUST DON'T FEEL IT. 
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I ONLY could dream of such passion and desire. MAYbe I am wrong... I don't know. MAYBE I could have it, if I want to and I just don't feel it... BUT THAT is the problem, I JUST DON'T FEEL IT.
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11/21/2006 5:38 pm |
so beautiful and moving. I hope you and the lioness keep loving each other forever. ~Life is drawing without an eraser~ True passionate artists feel every dimensional thing around them. They absorb the scene....................
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Isn't it amazing how we reflect back on the love of our lives? Thoughts frequent my mind of not only the good but the bad. I made the right choice in removing him from my life. Although, I miss him deeply.
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Thanks for that. I miss her like hell, even after all this time, but your reaction to the post has really made me smile. See you again I hope.
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Thank you so much for sharing something so incredibly precious. I long to feel that intense love again. Memories flooding my mind. Kind of makes me a little sad & wanting. I hope everyone can feel that at least once their lives. I'm kinda speechless. Beautiful, thank you  Kissu XXX
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Thank you so much for sharing something so incredibly precious. I long to feel that intense love again. Memories flooding my mind. Kind of makes me a little sad & wanting. I hope everyone can feel that at least once their lives. I'm kinda speechless. Beautiful, thank you Kissu XXX As I said to Amakamaria, memories keep flooding my mind too, though it was such a long time ago. She ended it suddenly and would never give me reasons. There were a lot of other complications, and as there was no closure and it has haunted me ever since, but writing about it, plus the kind comments and pretty faces of my blog friends is proving very beneficial! See you again soon I hope.
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Thanks kissu, I'm not sure if I should be talking to you at the moment, being a cricket fan! LOL As I said to Amakamaria, memories keep flooding my mind too, though it was such a long time ago. She ended it suddenly and would never give me reasons. There were a lot of other complications, and as there was no closure and it has haunted me ever since, but writing about it, plus the kind comments and pretty faces of my blog friends is proving very beneficial! See you again soon I hope. We had four amazing children, 3 boys & a girl, it was an incredible love story. Eight years ago he walked out on us & never looked back, not even too his kids. I have never been given a reason, but then again i am not sure any reason would suffice. Looking back with out the rose coloured glasses on there were aspects of our life together that were magic, the majority was unwell to say the least. Now i remember the good & have learnt a ' Ship load ' from the not so good. I take that with me into what lies ahead & look forward to what's to come with knowledgeable childlike excitement. How good is that!? Big Cheesy Grins  Kissu XXX PS.They say all good things come to those who wait... I'm counting on it... If i die before that happens i'm coming back to Hunt the "They" LMTO   XXX
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Cricket....Bah Hum Bug LOL Get over it XXX
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11/25/2006 10:44 am |
breathtaking and sensual... thank you for sharing.... smile Addz
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12/28/2006 3:10 pm |
Often(in my experiences), lovemaking begins slow and as the passion builds, it quickens until the explosive ending and focusing so much on what is going on down below...even when trying to keep things slow paced! I would love to experience this...to have no choice but to take things achingly slow...to feel every thrust, every touch. I only hope I get to experience something similar to this someday! {=} and she was probably right about why her back felt better!
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Hello Rose. I'm glad you found this in the end, it's a post which means a lot to me, I was pleased with the way the writing seemed to me to put across the intensity of the feelings, both emotionally and physically, and of course I want people to understyand why these memories are so powerful for me. Somehow knowing they are understood, not thought to be meaningless or exagerated, really helps me to deal with the fact that I am still feeling them after so long. It helps me to put them in the "fond memories" box instead of in the "unhealed wounds" box.
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12/29/2006 8:47 am |
Perhaps what made this time so unique and special and unable to be replicated was the different realizations you both seemed to have...you that you didn't really know her as well as you thought--often, how we react in a situation where someone we love is hurt can tell us a lot about ourselves and the "relationship" and also when you told her you loved her and she knew you "properly" loved her... These are wonderful memories to have and should be cherished always...
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Evy, that is really so very kind. I think I am glad I had that effect on my readers! I think I do understand it a little. I have occasionally read something which made me feel like that. But I have found I can only really write about sex like this when I am describing something which actually happened, mostly either with "Liz" or The Lioness. And I think I am pretty much written out on The Lioness now. This was probably my favourite post. It was the most amazing sexual experience of my life and inspired what I think is probably my best writing, so I am really delighted that it drew you into the picture with me - that is always what good writing should do. But also perhaps it has helped me - see the reply I made to Rose not that long ago immediately above yours.
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Thank you for reading - it is nice to have someone new reading all this old stuff. And yes, turing unhealed wounds into fond memories takes time and effort, and there is always the faintest scar still there. But I sometimes find, after many years, that just like a real scar, there comes a time when although it is well healed, it is still sensitive to the touch, but in a different way; you wouldn't any longer call it pain.
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That is a good way of looking at it. Scars huh? Here's a post of mine you ought to read then, lol: Perfect Imperfections.
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