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STORY TITLE Hints Of Passion
AUTHOR Synner
CODES MF, Impreg?
DATE ADDED 25th March, 2007
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It had been raining all night for the past three nights......thunder loud enough to make the Windows rattle, the lightening bright enough to light the inside of the house almost like day light, the air heavy with moisture, wet with the rainy droplets, the ground sparkling in the night time, reflecting the faint light of the sky and the lamp lights, the water running off the road like rivulets of wavy patterns, seeming like mirages in the dessert heat, except it was cool, the temperature dropping, making one give the odd shiver.................and yet inside.............ah inside, as if the passion of the elements was contained in human form......... a jump of exhilaration with each thunder, a startle a shiver, hugging closely, arms entwining.............breathing so hard and fast, the staccato fall of the raindrops on the tiled roof setting a rhythm all its own, devoid of music except for the music of the rhythm of nature.............the coolness outside having no effect on the heat within......spreading, warming, comforting, consuming!!!


Ahhhhhh........all consuming, filled with the raging fires within, the all encompassing need of nature, the desire reflected in the half-closed eyes, darkened with passion, the cool wetness outside an antithesis of the warm wetness within, sweat-drenched rather than rain-drenched......."We should slow down"........."No, do you really want me to? You don't want me to"...........whispers of excitement, breathless, gasping, the need and the desire evident in the hushed whispers, the tiny but deep kisses, the racing heartbeat, the raging pulse at the base of her throat...and his when his Adam's apple bobs up and down, just the once..........."Yes I do mean it" followed by a desperate kiss, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him into her mouth, devouring, tasting, thrusting, melding together....."Soon, soon beloved" his voice hoarse almost harsh..........pushing forward, pressing into each other, his hand stroking her back, seated, facing each other on the floor, unravelling, revealing, each heated inch of skin to questing fingers, smooth strokes baring more and more, possessively caressing, pulling his wandering lips up for a deep thrust, a kiss claimed, palms moving lower over taut nipples, tiny in the mat of hair, moving lower over the bare contours of smooth satiny skin, lower, both entwining, meeting as one, skin against skin, pushing back to the floor, the heat so consuming, the fire raging higher, gasping for breath in between, the thunder like loud drums of war or sport to reflect the sport within, the lightening lighting the planes and contours, making visible the desperate need, the hunger and the ache, the desire and the pleasure..............hands lowering, finding the wetness within, heated and warming, comforting, a climatic contrast to the cold climatic wetness outside.......eyes meet, breath hitches for her, he moves further, pushing, claiming, kissing again, tongues thrusting, echoes, mimics of the thrusting within, the pull and push of attraction, like magnetic forces, dancing as the rain patters overhead, a rhythmic beat to the rhythm within, nature echoing nature, doing what comes naturally, the push and pull of the forces of nature, the give and take of the entwined, the thrust of the embedded, the tempo rising, the tempest outside fading in the face of the tempest within, as it rises......rises.....rises...................and explodes!!!!!!!!!


Soon, the calm after the storm.........still entwined, still moulded together as one...a smile shared, a soft caress pushing back a lock of his hair, a soft kiss on her temple, relaxing....still entwined, calm descending but for the forces without, the storm within has passed....for now...for now.......for now......