Free ConneXions by Isabella LaPearl Page B

was rather cute…
    Something passed between us.
    Though we never said a word to one another, as if by some mutual unspoken agreement, we resumed our play.  We each watched the other.  The excitement of seeing and the thrill of what we were doing in broad daylight in a public park no less – not to mention we were perfect strangers – had us both on the verge of climax in minutes.  Biting the knuckles of my free hand , my eyes remained glued to the mesmerizing movements of his hand as he quickened the rhythm in a fascinating show.  I came hard – still too loudly , even with the fist I'd jammed into my open mouth .  He was suddenly groaning his own enjoyment, spilling his seed in a heated rush and spurting on to the grass between us.  Thrilling me completely.  Heady stuff indeed!
    After resting for a moment, we grinned at one another, tidied ourselves up and walked away in opposite directions.
    I never saw him again, but the following afternoon I cautiously returned to my spot , where I found a fresh bunch of freesias.  They lay in a posy where I'd lain o n the grass.  I looked about me warily, still somewhat unsettled by my brazen behavior of the previous day, yet eventually relaxed when I realized I was indeed alone.  Bringing the flowers to my nose, I drank in their perfume that to this day still makes me smile in remembrance.  Were they from him?  Who knows... I’d like to think so.

 
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    The Ties That Bind
    I woke up this morning on fire...
    At some stage during the night or early morning I'd awoken cold and shivering.  Unaware I was doing so; I pulled the sheet and blanket off my husband.  Somehow I managed to wind them tightly about myself then slumbered on in contented bliss while my lover froze his delectable buns off.
    He must have felt the cold.  After searching me out in the monstrosity we call a bed and unable to worm beneath the covers and snuggle, he draped himself over and across me instead so that I awoke in a claustrophobic panic.  Struggling to get free and desperate in that moment to push the burning, crushing weight of him off of my body.  But to no avail.  I was completely trapped beneath him and not able to move at all.  So... I did the next best thing; but only because it was right there in front of me.  Honest!  I don't know why he made such a fuss about it.  Good grief!  What a baby!
    I bit his ear.
    Well, I say... that certainly got a reaction.
    To say he woke up would be rather something of an understatement.  He roared rather loudly in indignation and leapt upright in the bed, one hand going straight to his ear lobe, and the other to his straining morning erection and nuts.  Guess he wanted to make sure things were still there and that I hadn't taken a chunk out of them either.
    Considering my predicament, it would have been nigh on impossible regardless of the incentives – to which I could attest were indeed in most fine form.
    All 6 foot 2 inches of him glared down at me, while he c hecked his fingers for blood.  I sigh.   He asked rather quietly, considering... just what in the hell I’d done that for?
    God he looked gorgeous, especially in his fury!  I've been madly, truly, deeply for this man from the moment we first laid eyes on one another.  So I grinned up at him, far too busy ogling and enjoying the view to be overly concerned.  Silly me.  How I had ever gotten so lucky to attract such a magnificent man into my heart, my life, my bed is beyond me, but I never get sick of counting my lucky stars.
    I couldn't help it.  I giggled and just like that, the sun came out.  I'd been trying to wriggle and wrestle free of the covers as dawning comprehension replaced the confusion and anger with a look of something else as he watched me watching him.
    He was off the bed in an instant, slipping the lock on the door and returning to flip me over onto my stomach.
    Bugger... now I was in for it.
    “Don't move.”  Yeah babe, as if I could.
    He lay