Author's Note: Very special thanks to rustyoznail for his invaluable editing. Without it this story would've been a travesty that would've put you all in such a rage that you would've found out where I live so that you could come over and tar and feather me. Thankfully that's not the case and I live to write another day.
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In a less than ideally heated room, I watch as the ravages of winter take their toll. Their current goal is to devastate everything that can't find a shelter from its wrath. A combined force that hopes to be cleansing in its intent through whatever judgment that nature abides by. It rains torment across this land with a brutishness that seems like an unfair test to pass. But we're still here, so I guess we're performing well enough to continue our time on this planet.
Thankfully I have shelter in here. The best shelter that my meager paycheck can buy, but a shelter nonetheless. One that's not to be discounted as the ice storm rages just outside these walls. Though the chill makes its way into my place of rest despite my best efforts, I have ensured that there's enough warmth to keep me in a state that's akin to comfort. And fortunately, I have a secret weapon in my campaign against the cold.
I have her to aid me in the battle to keep warm. Her, who is currently watching me, wondering when I'm going to make my way back into her arms. Waiting enticingly, showcasing the attributes that make here such an object of desire. All to ensure I make my way back to her in as much haste as possible.
Already disrobed I make my way into the bed to lie against her equally naked body. The shame and embarrassment that has been imposed on our flesh by outside forces has given way to a comfort and even a relish in being able to display ourselves openly in such a manner. Breast size has ceased to become an issue even though there was never anything to complain about in the first place. My abs and muscles, while still nice, lie in the past as part of the enticements that allowed this coitus to begin in the first place.
With there being no way to spend any time outside, I join her in our little purgatory that we're going to try to make into a little bit of heaven. I crawl my way back into her good graces and she welcomes me wholeheartedly. We just bask in each other's comfort for a bit, not hurrying the inevitable that awaits before us.
The warmth of her skin is bolstered by her expertise in blending her many fragrances and lotions into the aroma that currently graces her. A smell that's beyond enticing, almost numbing in regards to what little reticence I may have left in my system. It awakens my wants in a rapturous manner, giving a voice to them and listening keenly as they divulge their intent.
My erection grows without any intention on my part. It's just a natural occurrence, one that's pointing me in a direction I very much want to go. It finds its way onto my lover's thigh through no effort of my own, a byproduct of the physical contact we are currently sharing. She recognizes what this outgrowth signals and is more than happy to play along.
She takes my member into her hands with guileless enthusiasm. She strokes it almost absentmindedly, all the while knowing what a disproportional effect her strokes have on my end. Sometimes an efficient and focused technique is called for in matters related to sex. Other times whimsy and leisure is the best strategy.
A playful touch, the kind that's not a slave to technique. One that wants to go beyond the bounds of what's been tried and tested and instead promises new wonders beyond the horizon. That's what she's bringing to me. A sexual experience that's not beholden to what came before it. A new beginning in a relationship full of them. A chance to explore each other's wants and desires in a fresh approach.
What I had mistakenly thought would be a standard act of sexual congress now holds the promise of something more in her intoxicating presence. One that makes me forget about the hardships that are currently occurring outside in favor of the soft touches that are found indoors. As her grasp around my loins holds me in a limbo of neither deflation nor sweet release, I find my breath taking a life of itself. No way could I recreate the soft rapture and quiet ecstasy that my respiration weaves throughout the air without the guiding influence of my lover's hand.
The forces of control and subjugation find a rare axis to meet in this act we're both ensconced with. Two dualities find a mixture in each other's arms. The giver and the receiver, the man and the woman, the lover and the loved, the pursuer and the pursued, the patron and the matron, I and her, she and me. All of these are words used to differentiate the two of us. But words have no domain in the act we're partaking in. Our boundaries are going to get a little hazy.
The immiscible becomes miscible when the two of us are close in this way. The man and woman divide becomes a little hazy when we're together. A lack of certainty as to who's feeling what permeates our activities and to be honest we don't care in the slightest. It all feels so natural, so why not let nature take its course and let whatever worries we may have just wash away while we enjoy what the physical world has in store for us.
She could be credited for this narration as well as I, for she is the co-author in these sensations I'm feeling. And someone ought to award her a Pulitzer. She can write me a happy ending and give me a satisfying journey along the way too. What arcs she can craft, what twists she can introduce. All with the proficiency she shows with her body in conjunction with mine.
I move my lips to her while taking care to leave ample room for her hand to continue to stroke me. We have a two-pronged approach when it comes to touching, One point of contact from above, another in a much lower place. My own hand makes its way to her opening, slightly stroking the rift. Taking a moment or two to simply let her enjoy the warmth radiating off of my palm and onto her entryway.
