From: ae771@freenet.carleton.ca (Bronwyn Boltwood)
Reply-To: ae771@freenet.carleton.ca (Bronwyn Boltwood)
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Subject: Home
Date: 14 Nov 1995 05:47:26 GMT
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Just a little story I threw together.  It should even be nearly free of

typoes and spelling error, and I don't think there are any hideous grammar

mistakes either.



							Lady Chandra.



                                     Home

                                     ~~~~



written August 10th,

Copyright Bronwyn Boltwood







        "Hi darling..."

        He put down his suitcases and embraced her quickly.  "I'm glad I'm

home."

        "You go have a shower while I get things ready for you."  He nodded

assent.

        She walked into the bedroom, and surveyed the outfit she had laid

out on the bed.  One of his old white dress shirts.  A pair of jeans that

were tight, but not too tight.  And her newest acquisition, a lacy violet

bra-and-panty set that covered less area than a thong bikini.  She stripped

and changed quickly, doing up all the buttons on the shirt, instead of

leaving two of them undone as she usually did.  She kicked the clothes

she had been wearing under the bed.

        The bed was made and the pillows fluffed, the toybox at the foot

of the bed closed.  She shouldn't be needing anything out of there unless

he got unruly.  She walked over to the dresser, and picked up a small

yin-yang pendant that was lying there.

        He was nearly finished his shower, she could tell from the sound

of the water.  He was just rinsing off, and should be stepping out of the

shower to dry off in a moment.  She waited.

        He walked into the room, with a towel wrapped around his waist.

She stepped forward, and gently slipped the yin-yang pendant in her hand

onto the stainless steel ring in his left nipple.  He bowed, straightened,

and stood waiting.

        "Go lie down on the bed darling, on your back."  He did so, and

watched her, waiting for her next move. She stood there, arms crossed over

her chest, surveying him.

        She walked over to the bed, and climbed onto it.  She then

positioned herself so that she knelt over him, straddling him, vertical

from the knees up. She bent, and kissed him lightly on the lips.  "It's

good to be home, isn't it?" Her voice was soft, caressing.

        He nodded.

        "You've been away a week now.  A week is a long time."  He nodded

again.

        She gently caressed his cheek with her hand.  "I intend to know

just how much you missed me, very soon."  He smiled, then nodded. She kissed

his cheek, and then kissed him again on the lips, but this time it was a

long kiss.  When she broke the kiss, she smiled.

        She turned her head at an angle, and slowly licked his neck.  Just

one lick.  He closed his eyes briefly, a different expression flickering

over his face.  She touched her lips to his neck, raised her head, and

smiled.  "Did you miss me?"  He nodded, the look of delicious anticipation

flickering again over his face.  She kissed him again on the lips, this

time a french kiss.  When the kiss broke, he moaned softly.

        She kissed his neck, and slowly began to trail her tongue over the

skin, bestowing the occasional kiss to it.  He moaned again, almost too

softly for her to hear.  She smiled.

        From his neck, she slowly traced her way down to his collarbone,

going very slowly, taking her time.  Her hands, which had been anchored on

the blanket, now were softly caressing his sides.  He gasped when she

tugged on his nipple ring, arching his back.

        "No, no, not yet darling.  Not yet." Again, he nodded, eyes

closed, his countenance partly a grimace, and partly a look of pleasure.

        She gently kissed his right nipple.  His face lost its grimace,

and the look of pleasure took its place as she quietly licked and sucked

at his nipple.  She nipped it with her teeth, and he moaned loudly,

straining to be quiet and still.

        Her hands were sliding over his chest and stomach, and then up to

stroke his face gently, in compensation for the bite, and then they slid

slowly down again, gliding over his shoulders, and then back to his chest

and stomach.  She slowly kissed her way over to the other nipple, to give

it similar treatment, and pulled carefully at the ring with her tongue.

After spending several minutes on that nipple, she lifted her head, and

kissed him on the lips.

        She rearranged herself so that she was sitting beside him.  She

purred, in that way she had, sensuously.

        "Sit up, darling.  I want you to be able to see this well."  He

acquiesced, pulling himself back on the bed to lean against the headboard.

She was kneeling near the foot of the bed now, facing him.  She undid

both of the cuffs of her shirt.

        "Which button next, the collar, or the last button on the shirt?"

she asked him.

        "The collar, if it pleases you, milady."  She slowly undid the

collar button.  She then undid the next button, and each button in turn,

taking care to make certain that he did not see anything of what was

underneath.  She turned around and bent at the waist, and then took off the

shirt.  Straightening, she turned around.

        The violet lace brassiere cupped her breasts, lifting them, the

lace barely hiding her nipples, though he could see them through the

fabric.

        "Oh, milady..." He sighed at the sight.  She leant forward, tempting

him to touch her.  She straightened again, and turned once more, so that

she was facing away from him.

        She undid the button on her jeans, and unzipped the fly, and then

began to slowly wriggle them off her hips, the violet lace appearing above

the descending waistband of the jeans.  He watched intently.

        The jeans were about her knees now, and she stood, to let them slip

down to her ankles, and she then kicked them off, one leg at a time.  Clad

now in only violet lace, she slowly pirouetted to display herself in full.

        "I see you like my new outfit darling, the towel isn't doing much

to hide that fact." She smiled, as did he.

        "You are the most beautiful creature in the world, milady."

        "Thank you, darling.  Look your fill, because once you have, I will

be taking these off as well."

        "Come closer, milady?"  She walked up to stand beside his hips,

and then straddled him as she originally had, vertical from the knees,

but leaning forward slightly, accentuating the curves of breast and hip.

He looked at her approvingly, noting every detail, the swell of her breasts

as they were held by the violet lace, how her nipples had crinkled up

beneath the lace, as they always did when she was pleased, how she had one

shoulder slightly higher, and her head tilted, her dark hair still pulled

back in a braid, grey eyes watching him, chest slightly forward, hips

slightly back.  She must have shaved that morning, her legs were smooth

and the skin silky, the the surface of her newly-shaven mons soft, her pale

skin a contrast against the violet lace.

        Impulsively, he lifted his hands from his sides, placed them on the

small of her back, and let them glide downwards, over her buttocks, and down

the back of her thighs.

        "Forgive me, milady."  He looked up to her face adoringly.  "Your

beauty is such that I could not resist."

        "I forgive you darling."  Bending, she placed a hand on each side

of his head, and kissed him softly.  "Have you looked enough?"

        "Yes, milady."

        She stood, and stepped off the bed.  "Stand up, darling.  I want

you to be on top today."  She undid the clasp of the brassiere, and shrugged

it off, the violet lace falling to the floor, and slid the panties off her

hips, letting them fall to the floor, and stepping out of them.

        She lay down on the bed, thighs apart.  "Come here, darling." He

climbed on top of her, the towel discarded, lying, on the floor, like the

violet lace.

        He gently cupped her breasts in his hands, and kissed her, a deep

kiss. He smiled, and then gently kissed the spot at the top of her

cleavage, and then ran his tongue down her cleavage.  He gave each of her

crinkled pink nipples a long, tender kiss.  He traced his tongue down her

body, along its centerline, over her torso, stopping momentarily to kiss

her navel, and downwards over her belly, to place a tender kiss on her

mons.  He lifted his head to look up to her face, glowing with a smile.

"So beautiful, milady, so beautiful, " he murmured, voice soft and deep.

        He could wait no longer, and so, he entered her, her soft moan

audible in the quiet room.  He was fully inside of her, his hands caressing

her, their mouths locked in a kiss.  He pulled out of her, but not quite,

and slid into her depths again.

        He had soon set the rhythm, a gentle rocking back and forth, as

he made love to his lover.

        "I missed you, darling.  I missed you so much."  He kissed her

cheek, and then her breast.  The tempo began an accelerando, their

lovemaking a finely played piece, the flute and the cello in harmony.  He

was licking her neck now, as she had his, and she was moaning now as he

had been before.  The accelerando continued, as he caressed and kissed

his lover.

        The motion was not so gentle now, flute and cello building to a

coda, the melodies woven together, as were their limbs.

She cried out, as the flute's highest note was reached.  He kissed her again,

as he made his final thrust, spent, now that the piece had reached its

final note.

        They lay there, silently, still, for several minutes, and then

she spoke.  "Would you hold me?"

        "Always, milady."  He disentangled himself, and moved to lie next

to her, and took her in his arms.  He kissed her forehead.

        "Did you miss me, darling?"

        "Oh, milady, there are no words for how much I missed you."

        "I missed you too, my darling. So much."

        "I'm home now, milady."





--

"It had a heart of chrome & a voice like a horny angel!" * "Hey Janie Janie,

why're you crying, there's the beauty of the moon in the sky, but I guess when

you been leading such a sheltered life you never lift your head and look so

high" Meatloaf. * "I would at once be made alive by a kiss" Carmina Burana



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