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Snowy Little Cabin (MF, rom)
By Cindy

***

The Jeep struggled to get up the drive.  The snow had 
drifted and it seemed almost like we were driving through a 
white tunnel.  Finally, we made it up the hill to our little 
cabin.  We burst through the door in a cloud of white.  
Damn, it was cold in here.  Our breath hung icily in the 
air.  He dumped off the groceries, while I went for the 
thermostat.  I twisted it, and.....nothing, no hiss, no 
warmth, just nothing.  I tried a light switch.  Nothing 
there either.  The electricity was out.  I grabbed a 
flashlight and headed for the electrical box.  All the 
circuits looked fine.  I flipped a few experimentally, but 
still nothing.  I trudged back up the steps. 
 
He was already carrying wood to the fireplace.  He found the 
matches on the mantle and quickly had a small little fire 
going.  Meanwhile, I gathered blankets and pillows from the 
icy bedrooms.  With the fire crackling and beginning to 
light the room, he stood and turned toward me.  He smiled as 
I stood there, my teeth chattering.   "Now, we can't have 
that," he said as he stepped toward me.  
 
He took me by the hand, well by the glove actually, and led 
me to the fire.  Quickly, he unzipped his coat, then mine, 
pulling me to him and folding me into his arms.  Tenderly, 
he brought his lips to mine.  Just as I felt the warmth 
beginning to creep back into my body, the shrill scream of 
the tea kettle made us both jump.  We poured two steaming 
mugs of tea and sat in front of the fire, wrapping ourselves 
in one of the blankets. 
 
Within minutes, because of the warmth of the tea and of his 
body so close to mine, the chill began to wear off.  We put 
our mugs on the floor and reached for each other.  I rested 
my cheek against his chest while his chin rested lightly on 
the top of my head.  We sat this way for a few minutes, 
enjoying the perfect quiet that only a heavy snow brings. 
 
Slowly, I started moving my hands across his chest, rubbing 
in circles across his stomach and up and down his sides.  
His fingers made their way under my hair, stroking the backs 
of them up and down my neck.  I sighed and raised my lips to 
his. 
 
Tenderly, we began to undress each other until finally we 
were lying naked next to each other, under the warmth of the 
blanket. 
 
I believe there is nothing more sensuous than lying naked 
under a soft blanket in a cold room, entwined with someone 
you really want to be with.  Even in the hottest part of 
summer, I like to turn the air conditioner way up to re-
create this feeling.  Now, that's not to say that there 
isn't something to be said for sweaty bodies thrashing all 
over on top of the covers, but without a doubt, snuggled 
warmly is where I most like to be. 
 
The couch was fairly small, requiring us to lie back-to-
front like spoons.  I snuggled back into him, pressing every 
inch of my body to his, even our feet intertwining.  One of 
his arms went underneath my neck, crossing my body to caress 
the shoulder nearest him.  His lips and tongue teased the 
back of my neck, eliciting a soft sigh and a smile of pure 
contentment from me.  I wiggled my ass against him slightly, 
trying without hope of getting even closer. 
 
His fingertips started down my arm.  How I love to have my 
forearm stroked, especially on the inside of my elbow.  And 
kisses on my neck at the same time are sure to be rewarded 
with a moan. 
 
His fingers left my arm, and found their way to my hip, then 
lightly across my stomach, dipping lower just to the top of 
my curly reddish-brown hair.  I parted my legs slightly, 
allowing him access to the softness of my inner thighs.   
 
Meanwhile, my hand reached behind me, my fingers brushing 
across his hip and down the front of his thigh.  I turned my 
head to kiss him as he sighed and pressed his hardening 
erection against me.  I wiggled around a bit, until I felt 
him right where I wanted him, nestled between my cheeks. 
 
His arm that was previously on my shoulder, dropped slowly, 
tantalizingly down my chest.  His fingers ran across the 
tops of my breasts, dragging the palm of his hand back 
against my nipples.  I jumped, just a bit, as the pleasure 
of his touch coursed through my whole body. 
 
He continued this for a few minutes, using both hands to 
gently massage both of my breasts, rolling the very hard 
nipples through his fingers, then lightly tweaking them.  My 
breathing started to get a bit ragged, and I began rocking 
slightly on his cock that was still pressed against my ass. 
 
Sitting up briefly, I motioned him onto his back, then I 
pressed myself on top of him, every possible inch of skin 
touching.  His cock nestled warmly between my legs, and as 
he shifted to wrap his arms around me, I felt the tip brush 
lightly against my ass.   
 
His strong hands gently held my waist as I began kissing his 
neck, up to his ear, then down to his collarbone and into 
that sexy little hollow at the base of his throat.   
 
I lifted slightly, allowing his cock loose from between my 
thighs.  It sprang up and bounced against his stomach.  I 
smiled as I lowered myself back down, trapping it snugly and 
safely between us. 
 
Downward my lips and kisses traveled, down past and around 
his nipples.  Then, I ducked my head under the blanket and 
continued across his stomach, down to that incredibly erotic 
little line of hair that runs from his navel down into his 
pubic hair. 
 
He heard my giggle from underneath the blanket as he bobbed 
his cock around, trying to find someplace nice and warm.  I 
grabbed it, holding it lightly with two fingers just below 
the glans, as I firmly ran my tongue from base to tip in a 
warm, wet lollipop lick.  Still holding it, but shifting my 
grip slightly so that I could begin tiny little strokes as I 
licked from tip to base, not stopping, but instead running 
all the way down his balls. 
 
Around and around my tongue snaked, from the sensitive spot 
underneath, around to where his leg comes into his body, 
across, and to the other side.  Graciously, he bent his 
knees, pulling them up toward his body, which allowed me 
even better access underneath and all the way back to his 
asshole.  He gasped as my tongue traced around it, probing 
just a little.   
 
I think the combination of this extremely vulnerable 
position and the fact that with the blanket, he couldn't see 
what I was doing, was incredibly erotic.  I ran a finger 
around the tip of his cock, and was greeted with a warm, wet 
ooze.  I used this and gently pressed my little finger 
against his ass, gauging his receptivity.  I smiled as he 
pressed forward onto it.  I scooted up just a bit and 
thoroughly kissed the head of his cock before pressing it to 
my lips, and slowly guiding it into my mouth. 
 
After a few minutes of my attentions, his breathing was 
getting ragged.  "Oh God, Cindy," he moaned, "Come up here 
baby."  Somewhat reluctantly, but with one last wet kiss, I 
appeared smiling from underneath the covers. 
 
I rocked just a bit against his thigh, so he would feel the 
warmth of my wetness, and know that pleasing him also 
pleased me.  His fingers reached down, circling the wetness 
of his thigh, before he brought them to his lips, licking 
them sensuously.   
 
I moved over until I was straddling his hips, squirming 
slowly until his cock rested almost against my clit.  
Slowly, I lifted up, and lowered myself onto him, my eyes 
closing in near-rapture.   
 
"Mmmm baby," I whisper, "You feel so good inside me.  I want 
to stay just like this forever!"  But quickly, the need took 
over and I began rocking back and forth against him. 
 
His hands reached for my breasts, cupping them lovingly, 
pinching the nipples lightly.  I moaned and rocked a bit 
faster, sighing "Oh yes Baby.  It's so wonderful.  It feels 
so damn good.  But please baby, please, I want you to fuck 
me.  I want to feel your hard cock slamming in and out of my 
hot pussy."  I pulled myself off of him, pushed the blankets 
aside, and moved over to in front of the fireplace. 
 
I knelt, facing the fire, and turned back to look at him 
over my shoulder, still lying there on the sofa, absent-
mindedly stroking his cock as he watched my every move.  
"Mmmm, nice technique," I remarked as I slowly turned back 
around, perching on the edge of the hearth.  I stuck my 
fingers in my mouth, more for the effect than for any need 
of wetness, and slowly traced down my tummy.  
 
I spread my legs, never taking my eyes off his hand, and 
reached my fingers down to my pussy.  God, it was so wet, 
almost literally dripping.  The heat of the fire was intense 
against my back, and I could feel another fire starting at 
my clit.  It was so swollen, I could see it when I looked 
down.  Lightly, I touched a finger to it, the contact 
causing the muscles in my thighs to clench. 
 
As if in slow motion, he sat up on the couch, never taking 
his eyes from my fingers.  I reached further, and pushed one 
finger inside me, slowly pulling it out to show him how it 
glistened in the firelight.  Well, that did it.  He was up 
and over to me before I finished sucking it. 
 
I turned back around, wiggling my ass in invitation.  On his 
knees, the head of his cock pressing against me, he grabbed 
my hips and pushed.  And that was all it took.  One push and 
he slipped all the way in.  Deliberately, he began stroking, 
almost all the way out, then quickly all the way back in.  
He reached both arms in front of me, one going to my breast, 
the other one for my clit. 
 
He matched his circles on my clit with the strokes of his 
cock, and in no time, I was groaning and pushing back 
against him, trying vainly to get more of him inside me.  
His lips were on my neck, nibbling, biting, kissing, 
sucking, and driving me wild. 
 
"Oh yes baby, oh yeah, oh God, oh yes," I moaned as I leaned 
forward, bracing myself against the hearth and moving my 
hips in time with his strong, hard, smooth strokes. "Oh, OH, 
OH, GOD, YES!" I moaned as I felt the heat radiating through 
my entire body.  I froze, not even breathing, as the orgasm 
crashed over me.   
 
He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me so tightly I 
could barely breathe as he headed rapidly toward his own 
mind-shattering orgasm.  He released me, but still held my 
waist tightly with his long strong fingers, as he looked 
down at us, my ass quivering and shaking as he pounded into 
it.  Finally, he could hold it no longer, and let go with a 
moan, slamming into me one last time, as he emptied all his 
cum into me, shaking with the force of the contractions. 
 
We stayed there like that for a minute or two, regaining our 
breath and our senses.  He leaned over me and ran his tongue 
right up my spine, making me gasp.  Slowly, he pulled out 
and sat back on his heels, and I turned to him for a kiss. 
 
He whispered in my ear, "I think we ought to get back under 
the covers before we freeze." 
 
"Oh," I replied with an impish grin, "Is it cold in here?" 


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