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Going to see Stormlover - More Fantasy
Going to see Stormlover - More Fantasy This story follows on from Storm Lover A Fantasy, Stormlover A Fantasy, Continued and Stormlover's Fantasy Continues, although strictly speaking it is the prequel to the last of these. I didn’t post it at the time for a number of reasons and then it got forgotten about. I wanted a bit of light relief after the traumas of the last few days, and originally I was going to go with a little story about how I nearly went out with Liz Hurley once, (Rose, you know all about that!) but then I decided another dose of erotica was required just to keep some of your pulses racing! Stormlover is a character born in my imagination, but was also based on aspects of someone on AdultFriendFinder. Those of you who have been following my blog will probably have formed the impression that I am a bit of an AdultFriendFinder virgin compared to many of you. I have not yet even met anyone from the site. It may be that I never do. (Although there has already been more than one who has made my pulse quicken!) One reason for this is the power of my imagination. I am only too well aware that I tend, if I am not careful, to start to fill in the blanks in the personality of someone with perfect traits I have imagined. So I dreamed Stormlover as I wanted her to be even though technically she was loosly based on a real person. So in the first story she was my perfect lover and we clicked instantly. But it occurred to me that if Stormlover was actually someone on AdultFriendFinder, then if we ever met, I could get a diffiicult surprise. So this story was originally intended as another kind of cautionary tale, as in Cautionary Tale or Perfect Match - but as I wrote it, it took on a life of its own and headed off where it wanted to go. Which is a pleasant way to write I think. “Stormlover is only a fantasy” was something I had been saying to myself over and over on the plane. You have created her in your mind as the perfect lover, no real person can live up to that, I kept reminding myself. I repeated the mantra on the train journey east after landing at the airport. But I was shocked by my almost cold response when I walked onto the platform at the station and saw her, standing waiting. It wasn’t that she looked different, but my reaction to her wasn’t right. Despite my warning to myself I was expecting to be instantly close to her. A startled look passed across her face when she saw me. It was only then that the devastating truth hit me: I am not her “Dreamer,” either. She greeted me using my own name, I called her by hers; it sounded strange. I had an overnight bag with me ‒ it was ridiculous, what the hell was I doing there? Neither of us knew what to say. “I’ve made you dinner,” she said, “up at the cabin.” It was a simple attempt to break the ice. “I thought you lived in the town,” I questioned. “I do, but my aunt has a cabin in the hills, she doesn’t use it anymore. I thought it would be…..better.” More romantic I thought to myself ironically, but I didn’t say anything; we were both struggling. Dinner would be good. She drove half an hour to the cabin, daylight was fading, it was cold, and the sky hung dark with snow clouds. I asked her about the scenery; we crossed what looked like a big river, but she said it was just a tributary of the main stream. The name she gave it sounded strange. At least we were talking, but it was like meeting a tour guide for the first time. And yet, there was something…..I couldn’t put my finger on it yet. The cabin, what I could see of it, was beautiful. Set on the edge of a wood, looking down to the river valley. Smoke was rising from a chimney. We got out of the car and she walked up to the door. A few snow flakes were falling. I walked inside and instantly felt more at home. There was the smell of chicken cooking and a woodburner glowing over at the far end of the room. She went to the burner and opened the vents. The glow intensified and then flames burst back into life. “Can you throw a couple logs on,” she asked, “I’ll just go check on dinner.” She opened a door and when the light went on I could see through to a simple kitchen with an old-fashioned range against one wall. I opened the woodburning stove and put in two logs from a huge stack next to it, then shut the door. “We’d better build it up, it’s going to be cold tonight, and it heats the water,” came from the kitchen. There was a wooden table in the middle of the room and a heavy old sofa in front of the fire. The table had plates, cutlery and two glasses on it. She came in with a bottle and picked up a glass from the table. “How about some wine,” she said smiling. I remembered her fantasies always involved sharing a bottle of wine. “Lovely,” I said. I was tired through. I had been travelling over twelve hours. Wine would send me to sleep, but what the hell. She poured wine for both of us and went back to the kitchen, returning with a huge casserole dish which she placed on the table. She served bowls of some kind of chicken stew, it tasted fabulous and very different. We ate in silence, but all the time she was looking at me. Her dark eyes held a question, but there was half a smile on her face. I began to recognise something in her. “Tell me some more about your life,” she coaxed me. And I began to talk. We drank the wine and I forgot where we were, and who I was. We talked about living in small town America, and we talked about living in Home Counties England, and the world became a smaller place. And all the time that half smile. She seemed to be looking right into me; searching for something. We sat on the floor and leaned back against the sofa. Her face looked even more beautiful in the light from the fire. She leant her head against my shoulder and I closed my eyes. I felt happier, but terribly tired. I must have slept for a while because when I awoke the fire was just a faint glow of embers, the plates had been cleared, and she was gone. For a moment I nearly panicked. Then I saw the note on the floor next to me. It said “Bathroom, through door, bedroom - through bathroom……Stormlover.” My heart began to beat faster, but at first I didn’t realise why. I picked up my bag and walked into the bathroom. I washed, cleaned my teeth and opened the connecting door. Then I worked it out. Only one bedroom. I switched off the bathroom light. It was pitch dark. I had already taken off my clothes to wash. Not giving myself time to think I felt my way to the bed and slipped into it. My heart was pounding but Stormlover didn’t stir…. Stormlover! I moved my head across the pillow. I could smell her hair and her neck beside me. I breathed deeply and at last desire flooded through me. Was I allowed to be doing this? As if in answer she turned slightly, put her arm across my chest and lay half against me, my arm trapped under her body. She slid her thigh over my leg. Her body was roasting hot. My hand was against her stomach, but my fingers were under her hip. I let them brush against her. She moved her knee a little, wriggling her body closer to mine. I felt a light brush of trimmed hair against my thumb. I ran my finger up the inside of her thigh. “Mmmnn,” murmured Stormlover. I touched against the hollow between her hip and the top of her thigh. She put her face against my neck and took a long slow breath. “Don’t stop,” she sighed, and so I didn’t stop. For a long time she lay there passively, half asleep as my fingers gently teased the skin of her inner thigh, her hip, her pubic fur. Then at last I let a finger stray between her legs. Her lips were soaking wet. A little gasp told me she was still awake. I hooked my finger a little and felt for her clitoris. It was hard under my finger and I stroked it softly and slowly, round and round, up and down, with a gently undulating pressure. “Uhhnnnnm,” She breathed, and, as I turned my head I found her lips touching mine in the dark. I had never kissed her before. It was the softest kiss I have ever felt. Her lips were warm from sleep, her tongue caressed mine slowly and then her lips drifted to find the hollow between my neck and shoulder, as delicate as a silk scarf on my skin. I put my other hand behind her neck and brought her lips back to mine, drinking in her kiss. It made my head spin like a big gulp of warm wine. All the while my fingers continued their gentle undulating pressure. “A little harder now,” she whispered after a while, and then, “A little faster.” She put her knee astride me then, kissing me harder, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. She was slowly riding my fingers, balanced over me, her hands either side of my head and her hair covering my face. I pulled a breast to my mouth and sucked hard on the nipple; she rewarded me with a little cry of pleasure. Her breathing was fast but her movements were still slow. Then she put her lips to my ear and whispered, “I’m coming now Dreamer, It feels so good.” And I felt it through her; her back arched, she gasped, and then wrapped her arms around me, burying my fingers deep inside her and clasping her legs together. My cock was hard against her belly as she twitched and heaved. Then she lay still. But before I could wonder what would happen next she slid away from me and wrapped her fingers round my hard cock. She rubbed her thumb against the underside just behind the head. I was groaning now. “Oh…..mmmnn.” My moans seemed to renew her passion, and she straddled me again, rubbing my cock against her, and then suddenly slipping it inside her. “Aaaaaah,” we both said at once, as she lifted her hips and then slid me deep into her, holding me there for a few seconds before repeating the same movement again. I could feel the friction of her beautiful inner skin all the way out and all the way in. The room was totally dark. I could sense nothing but what I could feel, smell and hear. But those senses were sending so many messages to my brain I was almost in overload. I could feel a charge growing between my thighs. She kissed me again, then whispered in my ear, “You’ll be coming soon, come for your Stormlover.” Without warning she pulled herself off me, and I wondered what was happening, then I felt her lips replace her pussy around my cock. She pressed her tongue against the underside and slid me deep into her mouth. It was electrifying. Immediately I felt the first swelling thrill of my approaching orgasm. She led me there slowly, carefully building me up until at last I went over the edge, wave on wave of sensation poured through me as I shot more and more come into her mouth. She sucked it all out of me as if she had hungered for it all the time I had longed to be with her. She kissed me again, and then lay down against me as we both drifted away into a deep contented sleep. Daylight was filtering through a curtain when I woke. Stormlover reached out a hand and pulled it aside. I propped myself up on my elbow. Outside, everything was white. The trees hung heavy with snow, and big flakes were still falling. Stormlover looked at me. “Are you ok now?” she asked, her soft eyes bright with happiness. “Much better thanks,” I said with a smile. She looked back outside at the snow. “How long can you stay for?”………. |
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12/13/2006 2:07 am |
It amazes me how you manage to capture feelings so well with your words. I've had first time meetings with people that were so similar to what you are writing about here...you seem to connect so well on-line and in e-mails and chatting with eachother, but when you meet in person, it is just like you have never talked to this person before...
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It amazes me how you manage to capture feelings so well with your words. I've had first time meetings with people that were so similar to what you are writing about here...you seem to connect so well on-line and in e-mails and chatting with eachother, but when you meet in person, it is just like you have never talked to this person before...
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Been there. Write to me.
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12/13/2006 6:30 am |
RedRose, thanks for sharing this. I had a feeling this might be true, although someone else tells me she met a man from the site and knew who he was even before they'd introduced each other, and he was exactly how she had imagined. She is adamant that it is possible to fall in love on line. Maybe it depends on how good your imagination is - I think mine is too good!
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12/13/2006 6:53 am |
You should definitely do a post sometime about the Liz Hurley story...that would make a great one!
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You should definitely do a post sometime about the Liz Hurley story...that would make a great one!
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12/13/2006 10:53 am |
I liked this one...I found it interesting that in the heat of the moment, they were referring to eachother by their online personas. Seemed that even in person, they felt more comfortable in character...
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I liked this one...I found it interesting that in the heat of the moment, they were referring to eachother by their online personas. Seemed that even in person, they felt more comfortable in character... I noticed while I was writing it that the complete darkness took on a strong significance, but I wasn't sure why at the time.That was part of where the story went on it's own, not something I planned from the beginning. I'm not sure what it means, if anything. One of the reasons I wasn't completely happy with this story was that it became a bit of a writing excercise rather than a real fantasy or a true story. Nothing wrong with that of course but it wasn't my original intention, or what I started my blog for. But like you said before, you never know what you might find on my blog!
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12/14/2006 10:49 am |
How long can you stay for
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You know I don't quite get why you were sad to start with, can you explain.....? I feel I should do. Was it just the airport?
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Make sure he remembers you ABigirl!
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I guess you like what Stormlover likes!
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