A Reconciliation

Written with T, she is in blue, I in white.



There's a bite in the air. The sky is brilliant blue.. We're spending the day without anyone around...

We've decided to go for a walk in the mountains. A slow leisurely walk. It's not too steep, but we're headed up there. We want a view. Seeing out over the horizon into the next province.

Mountains upon mountains stretch into the distance ahead of us. All around us. It's amazing to see, almost something out of a postcard. There isn't anyone around as far as we can see.. which is pretty bloody far.

There's a small clearing, where we've stopped. I sit down on a rock and you come and rest your head against my legs. Curling around them. I absently stroke your head and shoulders.

"Please," I say softly, looking up at you. I turn and rest my head on my crossed arms. I've moved until I'm kneeling in front of you. One of my hand strays and gently strokes your cock through your jeans.

"Please, what?" My hand moves into your hair, not quite grabbing, but forcefully.

"Let me taste you." I whisper. We're exposed up here. It's something we've discussed before. A little more submissive than I'm used to, but it's been in the mind for a while. I shift, the seam of my jeans rubbing my cunt. It feels good.

I nod, almost imperceptibly. You reach up and undo my zipper. You slide my pants and boxers down, releasing me. My grip on your hair gets tighter. "Suck me."

I move closer. There is a gleam in my eyes, as I lick the head of your cock. Bracing myself against you, I open my mouth and envelop your cock with the warmth and the wet.

Your cock is delicious. The heat of your skin...I moan...

My other hand reaches down to grab at your breasts through your shirt. My fingers wind and wrench through your hair. I exhale slowly, loving the feelings of your mouth and my hands.

I sigh when your hands touch my breasts. My nipples are hard beneath your fingers. I arch slightly, offering them to you. As I move the chain of the necklace that signifies this part of our relationship chinks slightly. I can't help but smile around your cock. Then return to giving you as much pleasure as I can manage.

My hand goes under your shirt, finding your nipples, tweaking and pulling them. I am rewarded by your tongue moving quickly on the underside of my cock.

I lap at the curve where the head of your cock meets the shaft, then up to lick along the groove at the top, loving the taste. My nipples are aching, but in that wonderful way they do when teased. At one extra hard pinch, I realize that I'm writhing slightly. I open my legs, so that I can't tease my clit anymore by squeezing my legs together.

Another hard pinch tells me that you've seen, and are pleased. Which in return only makes me want to please you even more..

I shake my foot out of one of my sandals and bring my foot to rest just on your inner thigh. My foot runs across your crotch, rubbing against it gently. Teasing.

I groan when I feel your foot touch me. All day we've been teasing each other and I'm wickedly turned on. In response, I slide as much of you as I can inside my mouth and move with long long strokes of my head.

I groan in turn. I can feel my orgasm building. I shove your head onto my cock.

Feeling your cock grow harder in my mouth, I move my head faster. And then your hand on my head pushes your cock in even deeper. I love the feeling.

I pull your head off my cock. "Take off your shirt," I say roughly. You know what this means.

As quickly as I can, I slip out of the shirt I'm wearing. At least one button goes flying as I undo them. I also undo my bra, taking it off at the same time. Leaning back slightly, I present my breasts to you, skin glowing in the sunlight.

Still holding your hair, I explode over your breasts. My cum leaves white strands against your skin. I release you and sink back onto my rock. You lean in for a kiss, all the while rubbing my cum into your breasts.

My kisses are hungry, tongue playing with yours. Once I've rubbed your cum on my skin, I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick off the residue. Then kiss again.

I taste the merest hint of myself on your lips. I bring you up to me and lick your breasts, hands gripping your ass through your jeans.

"Off," I say simply.

I can only quiver for a moment. Taking a deep breath, and looking into your eyes, then around at the mountains and the openness, I undo my jeans and step out of them. Point of no return. There was little mistaking what was happening before, should any come along. But now.. I also take off my knickers and tuck them into my shoes so I can find them again easily.

Holding my hands behind my back, I stand naked in the sun for you to see.

I love looking at you. Acknowledging the scars and the imperfections, but trying to make you see that they make you the woman I love. I hold out my arms and you step into them.

My hands and tongue are over you as you stand there, breathing getting ragged before I even begin to explore you.

I lean against you, kissing your neck whenever I can, keeping my legs open and my body slightly turned so you can have access wherever you want. it's something we agreed on before. Part of me wants to rub against your leg, like some wanton slut. But I don't.. my hands are, however, tugging at the shirt you're wearing so I can touch your skin beneath.

I kiss your chain, knowing that we are together. Together we are so much stronger.

My hand gently flitters down between your legs. My palm rests completely on your cunt. Feeling your heat. Feeling your wetness.

I can't help it.. I push against your hand.. rub myself against it. One of my hands tangles in your hair. I lean against you, moaning softly near your ear. The kiss against the chain has taken me away from worrying about people walking up and watching you and I, and into a place where I am, simply, accepting of whatever you want to do.

The odd mark on my skin from recent sessions with crop, floggers and teeth show that clearly.

"Mine," I say. I don't need to. We've gone past simple terminology.

"Mine" You say. You know you don't need to, and I know it too. But it still makes me shiver and whisper "yours" in reply.

I slide my palm against your slick slit. I bring my hand back and smack your cunt.

And at the sting of your slap, I wince loudly, jerking at the sensation. Then say, a bit louder, "Thank you. Please may I have another?"

I bury my face between your breasts.

Your face between my boobs is comforting in a way. I love knowing you can hear my heartbeat.

I brace myself, knowing we've turned an edge into more sensation play. Into the delicious pain you'll bring me and in the wonderful offering of my body to you for your fun. It's all about win in the end.

I slap your cunt again and I can feel you buck against me. Once more and knees are trembling.

I'm trembling by this point. But keeping my legs held open. Cunt exposed to the air, the wetness glistening openly. My breathing is ragged. I lean back on my elbows, staring into your eyes.

I get up, let you sit down and just as you settle, slap your cunt a fourth time.

"I love you" I whisper after you slap me a fourth time. And offer myself for more.

I bring my hand down again. And then put a finger inside you. I scoop the wetness from your cunt and taste you. "I love you too," I say in return and bury my face in your folds.

I wail loudly when your mouth touches me. The sensation is almost too much. My hips move against the finger inside me, wanting more.

I slide a second finger into you, my mouth around your clit. Making circles, patterns, whorls. Finding that spot that makes you buck.

My body is writhing beneath your ministrations. Hands clutching at anything I can find around. The tension is beginning to rise. Inevitable. Muscles tensing and suddenly letting go, only to tense, harder and longer again...

"I'm...going to cum" I manage to whisper eventually, wondering if it's too late to prevent..

"Yes, you are."

I slap your cunt again and again, all the while beckoning inside you with come hither movement.

I can't stop it at the sound of your words and the feel of your hands.. my body starts to tense tightly, thigh muscles bunching and back arching. My eyes close. wordless sounds force their way out of my throat as your fingers stroke my g-spot. I'm going to cum, and it's going to be hard, loud and intense. The chain I wear for you slides around my throat, links glittering.

"Cum for me, my love."

That's it.. the words do me in.. I cum in a thrashing mess.. unable to think only react as violent spasms wrack my body.

Afterward, I reach for you, wanting to be held tightly against you until I recover.

I hold you, cradle you, kiss you. My only cares are for you. Sitting in a crumpled heap in the great outdoors. Never more connected.

'Tell Me You Love Me'-A Drabble

'Tell me you love me,' I said. Sprang from nowhere, surprising us. I knew the answer before you replied. Maybe I needed to hear it from your lips.

Your game of coaxing, teasing, went away. I wear my heart on my sleeve, but I still keep bits of me locked away. Tonight you got in.

There were tears as I came. Hasn't happened in a long time, if ever before. I wept almost silently. Your voice held me as sure as your arms would have done.

I called you by name. I summoned you. We both came.

Love you too.