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From: "The Lovers" <lovers@unforgettable.com>
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Subject: Story - Love, Insecurity, And Contentment  (M/F)
Date: 13 Aug 1997 11:03:47 GMT
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This is a story that I wrote for my wife who loves the erotica I write. Let
me know what you think. I'd really like to hear from the women out there
about their views.

Love, Insecurity, And Contentment  

Friday, 11:30 AM

The VIA train to Quebec City was late in arriving, but this is common for
the rail system in Canada I remind myself. In England, you can set your
clock by the trains. But that is neither here nor there. The fact is that
we’ve arrived. I step off the train and inhale the fresh air. I sense you
behind me, and I turn around. I see you dressed in jeans, a blouse, and a
light jacket. A smile creeps onto my face.

“What are you smiling at?” You ask.

“Oh, just how lovely you look.” I reply. 

“I don’t think so, at least not in this thing”

“You look lovely in anything.”

You let the comment go since you know that I am just trying to express my
feelings for you. I make a mental note to always pass along such comments.
I make that mental note to myself several times a day. We make our way to
the baggage car and retrieve our luggage. Then we hunt for a cab to take us
to our hotel. During the cab ride, we hold hands and look at each other.
Words don’t have to be exchanged. We both know how the other feels.


Friday 12:05 PM

Our hotel room is typical. Bland, dull, and uninspiring. You view them that
way if you travel a lot. I watch you unpack and wonder how I am so blessed
to be with you after all this time. I must have done something right, but I
can’t think of what. I’m watching you put away clothes, bending over in the
process. I’m getting a very good view of your fine rear end. I make a
mental note to let you know how good it looks at some point. You sense me
looking at you.

“Like the view?” You ask while making suggestive movements with your hips.

“Couldn’t you tell?” I reply.

You stand up and make your way towards me. When you reach me you wrap your
arms around my neck and begin to kiss me repeatedly.

“Is that all you like about me?” You ask between kisses.

“No, I love everything about you. Your intelligence, your soul, and of
course your body, just to name a few.” I reply.

“I love you too, but at the moment I’m just interested in what you think of
my body.” You say as you run your right hand over my chest. It makes me
shiver. You always knew how to turn me on. 

“I’d show you. But we made a promise not to do that yet.”

“I know. But there are other ways to show me how you feel. Let me
demonstrate.” 

You then guide me into a sitting position on to the bed that’s behind the
two of us. You then climb onto the bed behind me and run both your hands
over my chest. You also bring your lips into play by kissing the exposed
parts of my upper torso. Even though this is not the first time you’ve done
this to me, it drives me wild. You have me wanting to take you into my arms
and make love to you. However I manage to control myself, barely. I place
my hands on yours and surrender myself to your power. Your lips begin to
nibble on my right ear. You stop briefly.

“What now?” You whisper into my ear.

“I think that we should see the sights. Not that I don’t like what you’re
doing. However, I don’t want things to get out of hand.”

You’re face betrays a look of disappointment, but it quickly changes to
hide your feelings. 

“Okay, but this isn’t over.” You state as you get up. You kiss me before
you leave my side. “This is not over.” 


Friday 11:15 PM

The day was filled with lots of sight seeing. Something that I’ve never
done here in Quebec City, despite the fact that I’ve been here twice
before. On those visits, I was racing bikes and it’s hard to see the sights
while controlling a road bike traveling at 30 miles per hour. This time I
get to be a tourist with the woman I love. We cover a lot of ground, which
makes me wonder what there is left to see for the rest of the weekend. 

We started in the older part of the city, divided into the Upper Town which
is on a rocky promontory called Cape Diamond, and Lower Town which is on
the waterfront. It reminds me of old towns in Europe. Other stops we make
include Dufferin Terrace, which is a promenade in the Haute-Ville
overlooking the river and adjacent to Château Frontenac, which is a large
hotel built in the style of a French château. An Ursuline convent (begun
about 1640), the church of Notre-Dame-des-Victoires (built in 1688;
restored after being damaged by fire in 1759), the Anglican cathedral
(built in 1793), Battlefield Park, encompassing the Plains of Abraham (site
of a great battle in 1759), and the Parliament Buildings (built in the late
19th century). 

If that wasn’t enough, we visited the National Archives of Quebec; the
Quebec Seminary Museum, which contains a collection of Canadian and
European paintings. The Quebec Museum, with exhibits of Canadian fine art.
The Quebec Conservatory of Music, which you really like. And finally the
Grand Theater (opened 1971). 

We’re just finishing dinner in a restaurant near our hotel. I’ve enjoyed
myself today, and I can see that you have. I can feel it as well. You’ve
feet have been making very suggestive moves on mine under the table. In
fact, you’ve been making very suggestive moves on me all day. I’ve been
unsure as to respond to them as I don’t want to do anything that pushes
your limits. 

“I can tell that you’re processing something. Mind letting me in on it?”
You ask.

I ponder the question. Then I reply:

“Once again I find myself in the position of wanting to tell you something
that you may not like. I want to tell you that I feel uncomfortable with
your advancements because I’m not sure how to respond. But at the same
time, I welcome them. I feel so strange, like I’m a virgin or something.”

“Come on.” You respond. “You’ve been with a ton of women during the years
that we’ve been apart. What’s the big deal?”

“You don’t fall into that category, you never have. Everything is new and
different with you.”

You look at me with a face that betrays your amazement. “Why?” 

“Because I love you. I always have. That’s what makes it different, at
least for me.” 

“I love you too.” You lean forward and move close to me. “All I want to do
is make you happy. I can do that, but only if you relax and let yourself
go. Let me take care of you. Let me take away all your concerns. Just let
things happen the way they’re meant to.”

I look into your eyes. My mind tells me that I shouldn’t take you up on
your offer. My instincts tell me that I should. Once again, I’m not sure
how to respond. I’m nervous, and scared. I don’t want to do anything that
pushes your limits, or would do something that we’d regret. 

“Kevin,” you say “trust me. Please trust me.” I begin to wonder if you can
read my mind.

“I do.” I respond. “Are you sure that this is the right thing to do?”

“It feels right to me. Somewhere inside you, it does as well. Just trust
yourself.”

I am again left wondering what to do. I finally decide to trust my
instincts:

“I’m handing myself over to you. I love and trust you completely. I know
that you won’t do anything that either one of us will regret.”

A smile appears on your face. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” You motion
for the waiter. “Check please.”


Friday 11:30 PM

I’m sure that running is not one of our strengths, but I’m sure that during
the run back to our hotel, we could both beat Ben Johnson on steroids.
We’re both out of breath, but we still find the ability to hold each other
and begin to feverishly kiss each other. Our hands are running all over
each other. Our passion is starting to mount as we start to touch those
forbidden parts of our bodies. I stop kissing you.

“Are you sure about this? I mean, I don’t want to -“ I begin to say.

“Shut up and let me make love to you.” You snap back. 

You then start kissing me as you grab my shirt and rip it open, breaking
some buttons in the process.

“I’ll pay for the shirt.” You say. You then slide your hands under my
undershirt, tweaking my nipples along the way. You then remove the
undershirt entirely. Your hands run over my chest, making me shiver with
pleasure. 

“I love you.” I whisper.

“I know, and I love you too.” You reply.

You then take my hands and press them against your breasts.

“Take off my shirt.” You whisper.

I reach out and start to unbutton your shirt. Even though I’ve done this
before, this is very different. Maybe this is the reason why I can’t stop
shaking.

“Are you cold?” You ask.

“No, just nervous.” I reply.

“Just relax.” You say.

I slide your shirt off and leave you standing in your bra. 

“May I do the honors?” I ask.

“Go Ahead.” You reply with a smile on your face.

I reach out and unhook your bra, freeing your luscious breasts. You nipples
already erect. I just stare at them, then I snap out of it and proceed to
your pants. I reach for your zipper.

“May I?” I ask.

“Why are you asking?” you  reply.

“I’m just making sure. I don’t want to do anything that….” I start to say.

“We wouldn’t be here if things weren’t right. If you want to stop…..”

“I don’t want to stop. I’m just nervous.” 

“Trust me. Trust yourself. But let me take control.” You say.

I’m surprised  when you quickly unbuckle my pants and slide them off my
body, leaving me in my underwear. You then take my hands and place them on
your hips. 

“Take off my pants.” You ask.

I unbuckle your pants and slide them off your body. It leaves you in the
same condition that you put me in a few minutes ago. You then move towards
the light switch and dim it so that only a little ambient light is left. It
adds a romantic feel to the room. For the first time, I begin to relax. I
can feel the stress leaving me and I know that this is right.

I watch you move across the room and sit on the bed. You motion with your
finger for me to come over to you. When I reach the bed, you grab the waist
band of my underpants and slide them down. You then reach for my penis and
begin to stroke it slowly. I’m already hard, but it doesn’t seem to matter
to you. With a gleeful look on your face, you pull me close to you and
slide my penis close to your mouth. You lick the head of my penis, driving
me wild. You seem to be happy to hear my groans. 

“Stop teasing me.” I whisper.

You look up and smile. Then you take my penis into your mouth, sliding it
in and out slowly. I place my hand behind your head, guiding your efforts.
I’m feeling so many things at the same time. I feel incredibly turned on,
horny and hell, and barely able to keep myself from climaxing. At the same
time, I’m acutely aware of the feelings of love that seem to be coming from
you. If I wasn’t sure that I had found the right person, this experience
would certainly change my mind. You stop what you are doing and look up at
me, your eyes betraying your feelings.

“Eat me.” You whisper.

I bend down and kiss you deeply. Our tongues fence in each other’s mouths.
Our feelings for each other being clearly evident. I gently push you back
onto the bed. I then kneel down and remove your panties. I can clearly see
that you’re very wet. 

“Woah.” I say.

“Yes, I am very wet.” You say, again implying that you can read my mind.
“This is what you do to me.”

I’m pleased to hear you say that. I’m getting used to such comments from
you. Even though I always knew that you felt that way, I was never quite
sure what the depth of your attraction were. Now I am very sure. 

My head moves forward between your legs and my face eventually is just
inches from your wet sex. I look at it briefly, and then I use my fingers
to spread your outer lips. I then lean forward and place my mouth on your
sex. My tongue extends and touches your clitoris. I feel you shudder as
that happens. Your reaction pleases me. I begin to lick your clitoris and I
feel your passion in your reactions to my actions. I notice that your
wetness has increased. A sign that I’m doing my job properly - at least
this time around. I’ve never been sure that I could adequately please you.
It really concerns me. At least I have some reassurance, not only from your
wetness, but from the sounds escaping from your lips. I hear you moan and
whisper my name, along with other incoherent babbling. Everything you do
tells me that that I am worthy, I am capable of pleasing you, and that I am
the person you want me to be. 

I take my fingers and slowly insert two into your sex. I hear you moan as I
do so. This spurs me on to slowly thrust my fingers in and out of you while
I suck and nibble your clitoris. I hear your moans increase. My thrusting
gets faster as your passion mounts. 

“Inside me…. I want you inside me.” I hear you say.

I ignore you because I want you to climax. 

“Please…. I want you inside me!” You plead.

I look up at you. “Not yet.” I say.

“Why? I need you inside me.” You say. 

“I want you to climax. I want to fulfill your needs as a woman.”

You smile at me as I return to my work. Sucking your clitoris, and
thrusting two fingers in and out of your dripping sex. On a whim, I insert
a third finger and in response your hips thrust up to meet my thrusting
fingers. As my thrusting and sucking increases, I sense your approaching
climax. My efforts are re-doubled so that your climax is intense.
Eventually, all the signs of your climax are there. I not only hear your
climax, but I feel your sex contract against my fingers. More of your
juices cover my hands. I feel like I accomplished something profound.

I join you on the bed and lie beside you, watching you enjoy the afterglow
of your climax. When you regain your senses, you look at me and smile.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” You say.

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s my job.” I reply.

“No. I have to thank you. It shows that you love me.” You say.

“Of course I love you. Let me prove it.” 

I roll over and place myself between your legs. The head of my penis
touches your dripping sex. I look into your eyes and search for something
in you that says that I have your permission to enter you. Not that I need
it. After all, you’ve been pleading for me to do so for the last fifteen
minutes. 

“Please. Enter me now.” You whisper.

 I push forward, and my penis slowly fill you. You gasp as I enter you.
After what seems an eternity, I’m fully inside you. We look into each
others eyes and we instantly know what the other feels. No words have to be
exchanged. I want to say the words “I love you.” But I know I don’t have
to. You know instinctively that I do, just like I know that you love me. 

Slowly, I start to thrust my hips, and I act like a piston to propel my
penis in and out of you. Your eyes close as you get caught-up in your
passion. I get caught up in it as well, and I find it difficult to hold
back from increasing the tempo of my thrusts. I lean down and kiss you
deeply. My thrusts never stop during the process of kissing you. You break
the kiss.

“Take me from behind.” You say, with an urgent tone in your voice.

I withdraw from you and give you space. You get into a position on your
hands and knees that makes you look very inviting to me. I crawl up behind
you and rub the head of my penis against your dripping sex.

“Just stick it in you tease.” You say with a smile on your face.

I enter you, but this time I slide the head in slowly and stop for a few
seconds. I then forcefully fill you with the rest.

“Yessss!!” You squeal.

I grab your hips and start thrusting in and out, hard and deep, just the
way you like it. I hear your moans and they inspire me to hold you closely
while thrusting in and out of you. I nibble and lick your ear, and I kiss
your cheek. My hand reaches between your legs and I finger your clitoris. I
hope that all of these activities increase your pleasure because it is my
deepest desire to please you in every way. I know that I have to, despite
the fact that you tell me that my presence alone is enough to do that. I
feel that you deserve so much more, and that I wouldn’t be a man if I
didn’t provide those things for you.

“I love you.” I whisper into your ear.

As I say those words, I feel you tense up and the telltale sounds come from
your mouth. I feel your sex squeezing my penis making it difficult for me
to thrust in and out of you. Your wetness escapes your sex and drips onto
my balls. It’s clear to me that you’ve climaxed again. I stop thrusting and
hold you close while my penis is deeply embedded inside you. I want to
enjoy the afterglow of your climax with you.

“I want to see you come.” You say after you regain your senses.

“Any preferences?” I ask.

“The old fashion way.” You say.

“Anything you say my love.” I quip. 

We’re quickly disengaged and back together in the missionary position. I’m
soon thrusting in and out of you again. This time, it’s with a lot more
force and speed. I’m finding it difficult to hold myself back from
climaxing, but you don’t want me to hold back. I can feel myself losing
control and I can feel my climax approaching like a freight train. 

“I’m going to shoot.” I manage to spit out.

“Do it. Do it my love.” You urge.

My pace increases as my climax approaches. At that magical moment, I thrust
very deep and hard into you and stay deep inside you. I hold you close and
you hear me groan. You feel my penis throb and then you become aware of my
hot and sticky fluid filling you. You revel in my hot spurts of love. I
wish that I could know what you are feeling. As if on cue I hear you say:

“Thank you…. Oh thank you my love….. Thank you so much….” 

“Thank you my love. You’re the only woman that can make me feel this way.”
I reply.

“I’m so glad. I want to be the woman that can do that for you. You do the
same for me.” You say.

“It pleases me that I can do that for you. It’s very important to me that I
can please you.” I reply.

We hug each other, enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking. Slowly we both
drift off to sleep, with our bodies still joined together.

Saturday 3:15 AM

The room is dark, and as I regain my senses, I’m barely aware of someone
stroking my arm. I roll onto my back and I’m greeted by the dim outline of
your face looking at me. A smile creeps onto my face and one creeps onto
yours. I get that feeling that I am blessed to have you in my life. 

“Did you have a good nap my love?” You ask.

“Yes, but waking up with you is even better.” I reply.

“I told you it would be.” You say with a smile on you face. “You know that
I’m always right.”

“It’s noted my love.”

“What are you thinking?” You ask.

“I’m thinking about a lot of things. That I’m so blessed to have you in my
life. That I have to do my best to make you happy and I have to do my best
to fulfill all your needs….” I start to say.

“Will you believe me when I say that just having me here makes me happy? I
love you, and you’re all that I need. Believe that and stop putting
pressure on yourself to make me happy.” You state.

“I’m doing my best to do that, but it’s not easy. I feel that there’s so
much time that’s been lost and I have to make up for it. I’m learning not
to feel that way, but it’s not always easy.” I say.

“I know.” you say.

I lie silent for a few minutes, just looking at you. This feels so special.

“Want to go a second time?” I ask.

“Just hold me my love.” You reply.

We lie back and hold each other and exchange kisses. The feelings generated
by this moment are very special. Intimacy is very important and should be
shared between lovers as often as possible. I know that anything is
possible, as long as I am with you. I see that you’re the person that I
searched for years to find and that I never want to be apart from you
again. I look at you and you smile at me and say:

“We have time. We have all the time in the world my love.”


The End 

I wrote this story for various reasons. 

I wanted to give you a view into what I think and how I feel. Not just in
terms of how I love you, but why I do the things I do. It’s important to me
that you see that. I also wanted to show you what things between us could
be like. And of course, I wanted to turn you on (Is that so bad? I don’t
think so). I hope you enjoy it my love.


With all my love.

K. 











-- 
lovers@unforgettable.com
"Love remains forever"

