Spiritual Debate on the nature of Desire...
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Posted:Jan 5, 2008 5:49 pm
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Well, this is the continuation of a religious/spiritual debate with a good friend of mine. We were talking about the nature of desire, and whether or not feeling desire is in itself a sin... I thought it might be interesting to get the responses of you other deep people  So here goes, read it if you want
I'm still not entirely sure where you were headed with the whole God loves us and doesn't want to see us hurt ourselves, but he gives us free will, and being sinful humans (biting my tongue here, I'll get to that in a minute) we routinely make bad choices, sinful choices, presumably. But God forgives us for those choices if we seek it out...and that's about where you left off...
How all of that relates to the question of what do we lowly humans do to cope with or fill the voids in our spirits? Were you saying that we have to seek God's forgiveness for being sinful in nature and thereby He fills our voids? I'm a little confused, and that sounds entirely too much like magical thinking to me...what is the difference, practically speaking, between believing that someone or something or some behavior can fill that void, and believing God can? I guess that's where faith comes in, huh?
Since you brought it up, let me explain my POV about spirituality. First of all, I do believe in God, and I believe that God grants us free will, in so far as anyone actually HAS free will, as our decisions are always swayed and influenced by our awareness and understanding of the potential consequences, both good and bad, of our decisions. The minute difference there is kinda the same thing as saying that people in our society have the freedom to go out and commit murder, rob a liquor store, do whatever they damn well please, but they are aware that there are consequences to their behavior. So the justice system doesn't prevent crimes, it merely influences decisions about whether or not to commit them....did that analogy make sense?
Okay, to recap, there is a God, he/she/it loves us, wants the best for us (benevolent and all that), but plays a kind of hands-off role as far as our actions go. Cool so far.
Now comes the tricky part...and the majority of the reason I'm not a Christian...I do not believe in the concept of original sin, or that we are all sinners, or that what you consider to be sin (lust, pride, etc) IS sinful...I came to that conclusion, oddly enough, by reading the Bible Back in the Garden of Eden, God put Adam & Eve (I balk at this whole story, because I don't believe its the whole truth of the matter, but viewing it as I do all Bible stories, as a parable with a valuable moral lesson, I'll keep going) on Earth, in all their naked, natural, beautiful, sensual existence, and bade them to 'be fruitful and multiply'...am I right so far?? So they're going along, loving each other, being all sensual in the garden, putting on a show for the animals, until one day Eve discovers this very interesting, tempting tree...God had warned her to stay away from that tree...she could have anything else she wanted, but not that tree (well, come on, how much of a set up was that?? That's like the whole white polar bear thing!! What was that we said about free will??).
So supposedly the devil, in the form of (phallic symbol) snake (I could go so Freudian on this story, its not even funny) tempts Even to eat from the tree...low and behold, its the tree of KNOWLEDGE...all of a sudden, Eve is aware of the fact that she's naked, and now she suddenly views her natural state, her natural longings that God endowed her with, as shameful and bad, all because she ate from the tree that God didn't want her to eat from.
Now, getting aside from the the fact that the bible calls this the "tree of knowledge", because that just raises way too many of my feminist hackles, let's just say its a 'forbidden fruit', so to speak (hey, maybe that's where that came from!!)...wouldn't that mean that the real sin was her shame?? God didn't want her to feel shame for her natural state, for her God given sensuality and her closeness to nature and her desire to be fruitful and multiply, he wanted her to be simple and loving and stay all natural, like he made her.
So what is the sin? What is it that we as humans should be ashamed of? Everything with which God endowed Eve in the garden of Eden, or her "knowledge, forbidden fruit, whatever you will" that took her apart from her natural state, and caused her to feel shame and embarrassment for it? Caused her to feel the need to hide her natural body with clothing and cease her 'animalistic' behaviors? To me, this story says that the real SIN is that Eve, in eating from the tree of Knowledge, sought to place herself above nature, to elevate her own ego, her own stature, to see herself as separate from nature and above it and to see being natural as shameful (kind of how our Puritanical society today thinks of native tribes that run around mostly naked all day and have sex wherever and whenever they please, ie follow God's commands, ...they call them "barbaric, uncivilized, crude, animalistic, beneath us"
See where I'm going here? See why I don't like the Christian interpretation? I think they got it all wrong!!! The Sin isn't the natural state of affairs, the sin is being so egotistical as to set yourself above it, as somehow better than all of God's other creations...after all, wasn't that Satan's whole issue with God that got him cast out of heaven? Didn't Satan object to his perception that God was placing humans above all his other creations??? And didn't God object to Satan's objections, in that he was basically accusing God of playing favorites, of interfering with and muddling in his own grand design?? Seriously, go back and read the Old Testament!! There is a whole different interpretation to be had, other that King James'!!
Which brings me to Jesus (buddy, you got me started, this is what you get!!  ). If you want to believe Jesus was God incarnate, or that he was a simple prophet, it doesn't matter. Actually, believing he is God incarnate strengthens my argument! God sent his , his spirit, his body, down to Earth, so that he might show them that they have veered off the path he set for them. In other words, they've got it all wrong, its gone wonky, now he's gotta go try and fix it, in the most unobtrusive way possible, lest he arouse suspicion of more jealous, hubristic angels like Satan...
Now, what did Jesus preach? What was his message? Doesn't it say in the Gospel of St. Thomas, in what were presumably Jesus' own words (and therefore the words of God)…"The Kingdom of God is inside you, and all around you. Split a piece of wood and you will find me. Lift a stone, and I am there." That quote sends chills down my spine everytime I hear/read it…it just resonates for me with so much truth…what does it mean? How, if humans are so riddled with sin and in such a shameful state, could the Kingdom of God be inside them?? To me, this statement means that God is nature, he is the embodiment of everything that is good and right and peaceful and natural and beautiful about the world, everything to be found in unspoiled nature…when you get to the top of one of those mountain ridges in VA, or you up the steep sides of the New River Gorge, or you cast your eyes out over the Ocean to watch the beauty of the sunset, and you feel almost unbearable ache in your heart, that sacred beauty of nature in all her majesty, untouched and unspoiled by the hand of man (the tree of knowledge, the snake, the shame, the hubris)… when I experience that, I feel so amazingly close to God, so peaceful and content and loved, so whole, its really hard to describe, but I think you know exactly what I'm talking about. My spirit soars, rejoices…I feel that same way when I let go of all social strictures, conventional conundrums, and get back to what feels right and good and wonderful and peaceful and whole, the feeling I get when my spirit and heart reaches out, unselfishly, and touches another, connects with another…not physically, although that is a beautiful, natural expression of that feeling, but spiritually, emotionally, soul to soul kind of connection.
I hope I've managed to make some measure of sense, and to convey my beliefs in such a way that you can understand me a little better
I am intrigued by your suggestion that the void is somehow spiritual, it resonates with me. But to me, that means accepting myself as God created me, not as society would prefer to define me, and allowing my nature to take its fated course, allowing my soul to reach out and connect and experience that joy, that wholeness, that only comes with a true spiritual connection, whether with another soul, with the experience of God in nature, or some other as yet undiscovered way to connect. For me to accept that what comprises my nature, what I was created with, is sinful? I would have to accept that God made me sinful, and that doesn't set well with me.
Let me be clear, when I'm talking about a true spiritual connection with another person, physical intimacy (not just sex, but any physical intimacy), while a natural expression of that in many cases, is not an essential part of it. When I'm on a mountaintop, feeling whole and joyous, I feel a powerful desire to connect more wholly with the sacred…with nature…to lie on the Earth, listen to her breath, feel her heartbeat, hear the 'whispers on the wind', the voice of God…to get back to nature, and yes, even to strip down and lie upon the mountaintop as God made me, fully experiencing the wonders of nature and God and creation and the Earth and everything that is sacred, without the encumbrances of social mores, without the shame wrought of living in society, without the baggage of sin.
And yes, in its purest sense, making love is another way of connecting with the sacred. I recognize a difference between satisfying an urge and connecting with the sacred . The latter is a rare experience, and it only happens between people who have that soul-to-soul spiritual connection, and even then not often. For me, I experience the desire for that sacred connection in desiring to be as close as possible, to mold my body into another's, to fully connect and feel pure love and joy and natural pleasure…when I desire that with someone, Its very different than just being in the mood or wanting someone…it's the kind of longing that can be put aside, that can simmer and glow and evince a lower level of that emanating joy…without feeling frustrated and undersexed.
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Making New Friends....
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Posted:Dec 28, 2007 1:45 pm
Last Updated:Jan 7, 2008 2:26 pm
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Okay, I'm not liking this whole making new friends deal so far...not going so hot...its a hassle to have to wade thru the nuts (no pun intended)...like the guy who thought it was appropriate to msg me out of nowhere and tell me he's jacking off while we talk...and he's at work...I mean, come on...wtf???
Then there are the "bots"...at least I think that's what they are...does anyone else experience this?? You get emailed by this great person who seems to have a lot in common with you, just what you're looking for (hello: red flag: too good to be true), and when you get to the part about wanting to meet, or talk on the phone, something where their ID would be somewhat confirmed...they disappear...lol..if it gets that far...one ultra-intelligent guy told me in a chat session that he was uncut...and proceeded to send me a pic of himself, several minutes later, that was most decidedly CUT...not that I care either way, but the discrepancy was more than a little telling...bright!!!
And is it too much to ask that people be capable of and willing to carry on an actual conversation, working some sexual details into it, but an actual conversation, with somewhat intelligent banter and friendly exchange...seriously??!! Why is that so hard???
Okay, one more rant, and then I'll stop...the married or otherwise attached guys..who's profile says they are a couple, but "she doesn't want to play right now", or the ones who advertise as single, footloose & fancy free, but are married and cheating on their wives, as becomes evident when they "gotta go, bye!" in the middle of a chat...several times...
This is not to discount the few wonderful people and friends we've made on here...you all know who you are Here's hoping 2008 leads to more good friends, and less "nuts"...so to speak...
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Family Matters, pt 10 (an erotic story)
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Posted:Jun 10, 2007 9:49 am
Last Updated:Jan 6, 2008 5:20 pm
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“Charley.” I panted, “that was amazing…incredible…” I just shook my head in disbelief and began planting kisses on his forehead. Charley raised his head groggily and I kissed his lips roughly.
“You are amazing, Sunny…completely amazing..” Charley smiled lazily up at me, then laid his head back down on my chest.
After a few moments of enjoying the afterglow, I started feeling a little uncomfortably sticky.
“Are we done for awhile??” I asked teasingly.
“Hmm….I’m not sure…I guess you can have a short break if you need one.” Charley replied mockingly.
“Well, I’m gonna hop in the shower….care to join me?”
Charley was out of bed in a heartbeat. “You bet!! I’ve been wanting to soap you up all weekend!!”
I laughed, and we headed off to the bathroom. I started to head for the toilet, and thought better of it. I’d been with Todd for so long, that we never thought twice about peeing in front of each other, but with Charley, it was still weird.
“Charley, give me a second, ok?” I asked.
“Uh, sure, Sunny…whatever you need….” He replied sounding confused. Then, as if a light bulb turned on in his brain, he grinned. “Awe, Sunny, you’re shy!! Can’t pee in front of a guy you just fucked every which way from Sunday for the last two hours…that’s so cute!!” He teased.
“Not quite every which way, Charley…I still have a few tricks up my sleeve..” I said coyly, as I slipped inside the bathroom and shut the door in his face. As I sat down on the commode, I heard Charley whistling outside the door. I turned the shower on to let it get hot, and to drown out the noise. After I finished, I stepped into the shower and hollered,
“Okay, Charley…you can come in now.”
The door opened and Charley walked in with a smile on his face, shaking his head. Then he proceeded, with me watching him, to walk over to the toilet, lift the seat, and pull the curtain closed in front of my face.
“If I can’t watch, neither can you!” He said haughtily.
“Whatever, Charley!!” I stood under the hot shower spray and let the water cascade down my body, soaking me. I was reaching for the shampoo when Charley stepped into the shower. He grabbed it out my hands and said,
“Let me do that. I haven’t washed a woman’s hair in years…and I’ve wanted to wash yours since I met you.”
I had no choice but to surrender to his tender hands. I leaned back against him and let him massage the shampoo into my hair and scalp. It felt glorious, being pampered that way.
After a few minutes he stopped, reached forward, and took the removable shower sprayer down. Charley used the sprayer to gently rinse my hair, then wet down the rest of my body. He started spraying off my back, then my hips, then the backs of my legs. Then he put the sprayer between my legs and started rinsing me off. I was purring, loving the feel of the hot water. Charley grabbed the body sponge and squirted some liquid soap on it. Then he began gently washing me, working his way from head to toe, and back up the insides of my legs. Before he got to the part of me that was aching for his touch, he stopped, and said,
“Okay Sunny girl, turn around.” I did as I was told. Charley started with my arms, then my breasts, my stomach, and my hips. He slowly worked his way down between my legs, dragging the sponge in excruciatingly slow circles. I was groaning in frustration at his painstaking ministrations, but loving them all the same.
Charley slowly, gently, washed me, using his hands as well as the body sponge to be sure I was thoroughly clean….more thoroughly clean than I have probably ever been, then he stood up, smiled, and handed me the sponge.
“My turn.” He said simply. I enjoyed returning the favor, slowly soaping his body, avoiding his cock until the very last minute. By the time I got there, he was standing at attention. I glanced up at Charley and saw him smiling at me. I didn’t reward him, though, not after the way he had teased me. I simply washed him off, albeit thoroughly, and then rinsed him. When I was done, I handed Charley the sponge, smiled cockily at him, and turned around to enjoy the hot water spray for a few more seconds.
Apparently, Charley was having none of that. He waited until my hands were up on my head, then he grabbed my arms, pushed them against the front wall of the shower, and forced my legs apart. The way he had me pinned, I couldn’t move anything but my hips, which is exactly what he wanted. He moved in between my legs and I felt him pressing against me. Holding my arms with one hand, he gathered my hair in his other hand and pulled my head back. Then he growled in my ear,
“You want me, you little tease??”
“What would you do if I said no?” I countered.
“This.” Charley replied, and with one quick move, he thrust himself fully inside me. Still holding tight to my hair, keeping me pinned to the shower wall, the hot water cascading down my back and flowing between us, Charley proceeded to fuck me silly.
He was thrusting so furiously that it didn’t last long, but I came with a vengeance. We both did. When he was through, he pulled me roughly back against him, turned me around, and kissed me soundly on the mouth.
Neither of us said a word. I for one was too shocked by the enjoyable force he had displayed. Charley silently proceeded to rinse us both off, then grabbed the towels he had set out and handed one to me. We both quickly dried off, and Charley turned to look at me. I could tell by the look in his eyes that something was wrong. Without saying a word, he walked out of the bathroom.
I finished drying off, then walked down the hall to Charley’s room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, having pulled the sheets off. They were lying in a lump on the floor. Charley did not look happy.
“Charley, what’s the matter?” I asked, sitting down next to him on the bed.
He looked at me sorrowfully, and said, “I’m sorry, Sunny.”
“For what??!”
Charley just looked at me, wide eyes, as if shocked that I didn’t know what he was talking about.
“Sunny, I just about you in there. I was too rough, and I’m sorry…I just got too carried away. I’m so sorry if I scared you, I just--“ I cut him off then by putting my hand over his mouth.
“First of all, that was not even close to . Second of all, I loved every second of it, and you were not too rough. Thirdly, isn’t that what this whole thing between us is about…allowing ourselves to get carried away??” I smiled at him, and looked into his eyes to assess if he understood what I was saying.
Charley, smiling back, replied, “Yeah, I guess so. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Well, I’m a little sore, after three rounds, but it’s a good sore…a very good sore.” To punctuate my point, I leaned over and kissed him softly. Charley smiled back at me, but still didn’t look nearly as happy as he should after all the activity. “Charley, what else is bothering you?” I asked.
“Why don’t we both get dressed, go downstairs, and we can talk. Maybe we can even eat…for some reason, I’m starving!” He smiled at that.
“Gee, I wonder why??” I laughed. “Sounds like a plan, Charley. See you downstairs in a few?” He nodded, and I leaned over to kiss him softly before leaving for my own room.
After I dressed, I walked downstairs. Charley had a nice picnic lunch all ready to go, complete with ice cold lemonade.
“I thought we could eat out on the porch. It’s pretty nice out.”
“Sure, sounds good to me.”
I grabbed the drinks, Charley grabbed the basket, and we walked outside and sat at the patio table. Charlie opened the basket, took out the food and dishes, and began serving. I watched him, waiting for him to say something, feeling the tension build between us. Something was definitely wrong.
“You want potato salad or cole slaw? I have both…”
“I want you to tell me what the issue is. Why are you so upset, Charley?”
He took a deep breath, and said, “Let’s just eat…I think better on a full stomach, okay?”
I sighed, but agreed. We ate lunch, which was delicious. Either that, or I was just plain ravenous. Probably a little of both. We talked little, just “pass the salt” and the like while we ate. I was finishing my second glass of lemonade when Charley finally said something.
“Sunny, we need to talk.”
“Um, yeah, I realize that. So start.” I said, maybe a bit too defensively. I was just on edge over the whole having to wait so long to start this conversation. Charley bristled a bit, but seemed to understand.
“Okay. Here goes. Sunny, today was…amazing. I…I can’t tell you what this has meant to me, or how wonderful, how much I’ve…on man, this is rough…”
“Charley, is okay. I understand, and I feel the same way. We’ve both wanted this for too long.”
“Yeah, sweetie, I know, but. .it’s wrong. Really, really wrong.” He looked pained as he said this.
“I know it is, Charley, but it’s a little late for that now. It’s happened, and we can’t take it back, we just have to deal with it, and decide where to go from here.”
“Yeah, that’s the million dollar question, isn’t it?” Charley replied sardonically.
“I don’t know what we’re going to do, what, you want me to figure this out right now??!” I queried.
“Well, no….but, Sunny, we have to figure something out. We have to at least get a handle on this, if not a lid.”
“So where do we begin?”
“How about at the beginning?”
“Oh, that’s helpful Mr. Dickens…Okay, I was born. There, does that help??” I was getting a little irritated and defensive now. He was asking the hard questions, the ones that I didn’t want to face.
“Baby, I know it’s hard. I don’t want to do this either, but we have to. Part and parcel of this whole deal. So come on…let’s start at the beginning.”
“Which beginning? The beginning of this, the beginning of my feelings for you, the first time we met, what? Give me some direction here, Charley!” I insisted.
“Okay, I’ll start. Do you remember that time when the four of us were staying over at John’s, and I woke you up with my moaning?”
I had to smile at that one. “Yeah, that was great! I wanted to come downstairs and ask if you needed some help, but there were too damn many people in that house!”
“Yeah, well, remember I told you I didn’t remember the dream, and I must have been dreaming about that chick from Farscape?”
Smiling again I said, “Yeah, I remember your excuses.”
Charley gave me a quizzical look before continuing, “Well, I wasn’t dreaming about her, and I did remember my dream….I..”
“Charley, I know. Why do you think it woke me up?? I heard someone calling my name.”
“You knew?? And you never told me??”
“Well what was I supposed to say?? I told you I heard definite words, and you asked me what words with this panicked look on your face. Todd was right next to me, and Jared next to him…what could I say?”
“Not much I guess.”
“Well, I figured you got the hint that I knew from me teasing you about it so much afterwards. Then there was the next time we hung out, When Todd and I came up to see you in that apartment of yours.”
“Yeah, that was an interesting night…I remember it fondly…”
“The next morning after I told you that I had trouble sleeping, you said you had trouble falling asleep, because you were trying so hard not to make those noises again… I figured for sure you knew that I knew…”
“No, I didn’t. I think I was trying to tell you, though. I remember having a lot of trouble getting to sleep, and making quite a mess in my shorts that night…three times to be exact, just to get to sleep!”
“Jeez, Charley!! What did I do to get you that worked up??!”
“Oh, jeez, I don’t know…couldn’t have had anything to do with that shirt you were wearing…or leaning over me to explain that survey thing….I was pretending to have a lot of questions, just to look at your tits.”
“Good.” I replied smugly. “It worked. I wasn’t sure it did, from that way you were talking the next morning.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you talked about liking your new place because you got to see some chicks cleavage walking downstairs the other day, like it was the best thing ever. Made me feel like chopped liver.”
“Sorry about that. I was trying to hide my lust for you back then. Guess I did it in a kind of mean way sometimes, huh?” Charley said, apologetically.
“Sometimes. Enough to make me think, most of the time at least, that you really didn’t like me.”
“Well, hopefully there’s no doubt in your mind anymore on that account.”
“No, none at all.” I smiled, stood up, and moved over to his chair. Sitting on his lap sideways, I kissed him tenderly. “I really do love you, Charley. What that can mean and what its worth, I don’t know, but I do love you.”
“I love you too, Sunny. I think I always have.” He kissed me back, longer and more lingering this time. Although the kisses reminded me of the recent passion we had shared, I felt nothing but tenderness in them. Charley wrapped his arms around me, and we sat there like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the closeness.
Neither of us knew, at that moment, what the future would bring. All we cared about was the here and now, being together and enjoying each other in the few brief moments we had decided to allow ourselves.
-to be continued....any suggestions??
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Family Matters, pt 9 (an erotic story)
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Posted:Jun 10, 2007 9:48 am
Last Updated:May 8, 2024 1:32 pm
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His eyes opened wide and he just watched me slide back down his body and take his cock in my mouth again. I started slowly, just licking the length of him like an ice cream cone. Then I took just the head in my mouth and sucked hard on it. I grinned when I felt his whole body tense, and Charley just groaned.
That was what I’d been waiting for. I got down to business with a vengeance after that, taking his full length into my mouth, feeling the head of his cock slide past my tonsils. Charley about sat straight up when I did that! I kept moving up and down using a fast, smooth motion, and sucking on his head when I got to the top, flicking his frenulum. Charley was getting so worked up he could hardly hold still. I went in for the kill.
I wrapped my hand around his the base of his cock and started squeezing rhythmically while I used my mouth on the top, sliding up and down very fast with a firm stroke, flicking my tongue along the head with every stoke. After about thirty seconds of that, Charley’s whole body went tense again. He pulled my hair hard as his grip tightened. I heard a very loud moan, almost a scream, start deep in his throat. His cock was swelling and I knew he was getting ready to explode. I slid my other hand down and pressed rhythmically and firmly on the pleasure zone behind his balls. As Charley thrust up into my mouth, I started sucking on him very hard. When he came, his cum shot down my throat so hard it almost hurt. He screamed so long and loud I thought sure he was going to be hoarse afterwards. After a few seconds, he stopped coming with such force, his body relaxed, and he fell back on the bed panting. I kept sucking on him, squeezing out every last drop. Finally, Charley had to pull me off of him, because he got too sensitive.
I slid up his body and whispered in his ear, “You taste pretty damn good, yourself.” Charley laughed breathlessly.
“…Wow…just…wow…” was all he could say for a few seconds.
“I take it you liked that?” I asked playfully.
Charley took hold of my shoulders and pulled me up so that I was half lying on his chest. He looked into my eyes, then took my mouth in a torrid kiss that let me know exactly how much he appreciated it.
After about a minute of making love to my mouth, Charley broke the kiss and said, “Sunny, you are amazing. I can’t believe how amazing you are. I have never felt anything like that. Ever.”
I moved closer to him, so that our bodies were pressed together. My hands started caressing his chest, running through the hair. I loved the feel of him. He was glorious.
“Well, I’m glad you liked it. You’re pretty damn amazing, too, you know.” I leaned down and kissed him softly. Charley was having none of that. He quickly deepened the kiss, pulling my body closer to his. Before long, I was lying full on top of him, straddling him with my legs, and we were kissing torridly. Charley’s hands were running all over my back and hips, and I was caressing his shoulders and neck.
Charley grabbed me by the waist and pulled me up the length of his body until my breasts were within reach of his mouth. He raised his knees so that they were pressing against my ass, supporting me, while he took first one nipple, then the other in his mouth. He was suckling and nibbling, kneading my breasts with his hands, and I was moaning loudly, really enjoying it. I put my hands over his and leaned into him.
When my hips started moving, I realized how much I wanted him. So did he, apparently. Charley lowered his hands to my hips and edged me back, setting me directly on top of his cock. He was rock hard again.
The feel of him against me, ready and waiting, and the look of passion and love in his eyes, stopped all thought in my head. All I knew was how much I wanted him. I didn’t think about consequences, protection, my husband, our mutual family, anything but him. I lowered myself to kiss him as I shifted my hips to be in a better position. I sat up, looked deep into his eyes, and lowered myself onto him, taking his full length into me with a loud, satisfying moan. I just sat there, pinioned on him, relishing in the feel of having him inside me at last, for nearly a full minute. Charley started the motion by thrusting up into me. He raised his knees to get a closer angle, and I began moving on top of him. He took my hands in his and began kissing my palms. I was enjoying him so much, I had no thoughts in my head except him. Our rhythm quickened, and he started thrusting with me. As I felt myself getting close, I leaned down to kiss Charley, and he took that opportunity to roll us over so that he was on top. He managed this without breaking our connection for a second. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer to me, urging him on. He kissed me tenderly, and said,
“Sunny, I love you. I love you so much.”
There were tears in both of our eyes as he started thrusting hard and fast. We raced toward climax together, clinging to one another for our very lives. I never wanted to let him go, I never wanted this to end.
Charley and I came together, crying in each other’s arms. I kissed him tenderly as he collapsed against me.
“I love you too, Charley.”
We remained wrapped together, unwilling to break our connection. After a few minutes, he went soft and slid out of me. He rolled off of me and lay next to me, still holding me in his arms. I was relishing the feel of afterglow, of being in Charley’s arms, of just having made love to him. I was on cloud nine.
Then I came crashing back down to earth. I suddenly realized that I had just made love to Charley without using any form of protection. I wasn’t worried so much about diseases, because I knew Charley was clean, but I wasn’t on birth control.
“Oh my God, Charley….what did we just do??!!” I asked, horrified.
“Sunny, what it is, what’s wrong? I thought this was what you wanted, what we both wanted?” He replied panicky.
“Oh Charley, yes, it was, but we forgot something…” I looked into his eyes, which suddenly got wide and scared looking. His face blanched.
“Oh, please tell me you’re still on the pill…” he asked shakily.
“I’m not. I’ve been off of it for a year, you knew that!” I said.
“Uh, yeah, I guess I did…Never really understood why, since you guys said you weren’t ready to have yet, but…I guess it slipped my mind.” He said.
“Well, the why is because it wasn’t necessary…until now.” I said sheepishly.
“Why wasn’t it necessary?”
“Never mind, it just wasn’t. I don’t’ really want to talk about that now. You know, there’s probably nothing to worry about. I don’t think it’s my fertile time of the month anyways. So I’m sure we’re fine.” I said, in a weak attempt to change the subject.
“Well, that’s good, but don’t try to change the subject on me, Sunny. I want to know why it wasn’t an issue. Were you and Todd not having sex?”
“Yes, of course we were. It’s just…oh man, I really don’t want to talk about this!”
“Well, too damn bad, Sunny. I love you, and we just made love, now I think we own it to each other to be honest about everything.” He paused before continuing, in a softer tone, “Please tell me.”
I sighed. “Fine. You want to you why it wasn’t necessary for me to be on birth control? It’s because your brother has a problem, or maybe it’s my problem, I don’t know. At any rate, he can’t cum with me. Only manually. So you see, no cum, no problem. And I know there’s still a slight risk, but we figured if it happens it happens. It’s been over a year, and it hasn’t happened yet. Take that for what you will. Maybe I can’t even get pregnant.”
Charley was silent for a full minute before he said, “Oh man…I had no idea….Hey wait a minute, so you mean to tell me that he couldn’t even get off when you did what you did to me earlier??” He asked.
“Yeah, that’s what I mean.”
“Man alive, what’s wrong with the guy????” Charley asked disbelievingly.
I had to laugh at his appraisal. I couldn’t help it, it made he feel good. I had to explain my feelings to Charley.
“That’s what I want to know! I’ve never had any complaints, but this thing with him has had me questioning my own skills for years now.”
“Well, let me be the first to tell you, there’s no question as to how good you are… its definitely HIS problem..”
I smiled at Charley, looked him in the eyes, and said, “Thank you. That makes me feel so good.” Then I leaned down and kissed him softly, tenderly.
“No, thank you! I don’t mind telling you, I’ve had a lot of head in the past…well, not much in the past few years, but before that... Sunny, that was, without a doubt, the absolute BEST EVER. I’m still reeling!” Charley said, grinning.
“You’re just saying that, Charley.”
Charley took my hand and led it down to his cock, which was stirring again.
“Does it feel like I’m just saying that?? Sunny, just talking about it has me ready to go again!”
I couldn’t resist getting him riled up again. As I was playing with him, I decided to tell Charley something I had hidden from him for years.
“Charley, do you remember that one Christmas, just before you and Jared moved out of your parent’s place, when Todd and I came up and stayed for a few days?”
Charley, breathing shakily, said “Yeah, I think so, though my brain isn’t working too well, seeing as how you’re diverting all the blood flow!”
I laughed softly, gave him one last squeeze, and stopped my ministrations. Charley, pouting, answered, “What about it”?
“Well, I was just remembering how badly I wanted you that week. I remember I could hardly sleep, knowing you were in the next room. I kept getting up to go to the bathroom, and everytime I did, it was such a struggle not to open your door and walk in. One time, I think I must have been half asleep, I actually turned your doorknob before I caught myself.” I laughed softly, seeing the surprised look on Charley’s face. “I was awake when you got up for work, and wanted to come out and say goodbye, but I knew Jared was sleeping on the couch, and I couldn’t trust myself to just say goodbye.”
“Wow, Sunny…I had no idea…I wanted you that weekend, too…I think I woke up everytime I heard you get up, wishing that you would open my door, or that I had enough guts to get up and pull you into bed with me. That week was rough!”
“Yeah, I know. I woke Todd up early that morning, pulled him on top of me, and I was so keyed up that I got off from just the pressure of his body on mine and him playing with my tits.” I laughed softly.
Charley rolled on top of me, placed his knee between mine, and started sucking on my nipples. I spread my legs and wrapped them around him, and he immediately slid into me. He felt so good, his cock felt huge, and I was in shock that he was ready again, after having just gotten off twice in a row.
“Oh man do you feel good! I’ve wanted this for so long, and now, finally, we’re together, and its so awesome!” I started moving with him, thrusting my hips against his. I was using my legs to pull him deeper, wanting to feel all of him inside me. Charley slid his hands under my hips and lifted me up, so that our pelvis’s were level. No one had ever done that before, and it felt amazing! My eyes went wide, and I let out a surprised yelp that immediately turned into a moan of pleasure. Holding my hips up like that, Charley started thrusting very hard and fast into me, really ramming it home, and I was in heaven! I let my arms and head fall back in abandon and just went along for the ride. Charley started adding a little circular motion to his thrusts, twirling his hips with each outward motion, and I was going crazy with pleasure! My lower back stared to tense first, then my thighs, and I knew I was building up to an amazing climax.
I tightened my legs around Charley, raised myself up so that I was supported on my elbows, and looked him right in the eyes. He was sweating profusely, and almost grimacing,. I could see the muscles corded in his neck and shoulders, and I knew he was getting close. I started using my legs and elbows to meet Charley thrust for thrust, and his eyes popped open in surprise. He grinned at me, and slid his hands down to cup my ass and knead it. Then, never missing a beat, he brought his right hand around to the top of my body, and slid it down to press against my clitoris. That was all I could handle, and I started screaming my orgasm. I locked my legs around Charley, and he was thrusting with abandon now. Before I knew it, I felt him coming deep inside me. I could feel myself squeezing him in rhythm to my contractions. When he finally started to calm down, I relaxed my legs and Charley let me slide down him. Then he collapsed on top of me.
I wrapped my arms around him and just held him close to me, feeling our heartbeats start to slow from their frantic pace.
-to be continued
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Family Matters, pt 8 (an erotic story)
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Posted:Jun 10, 2007 9:46 am
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All the fury, the emotional torment and torture of the day, was transformed in that one instant into an all-consuming passion. I wrapped my arms around Charley, pulled him close, and kissed him deeply. We were locked together, like some symbiotic creature, almost feeding off each other. There was something entirely primal about that kiss. Charley turned more fully towards me and pulled my hips toward his. He put one knee against the back of the couch, and maneuvered me so that I was between his legs. Straddling me, still kissing my fiercely, he pulled my arms over my head and yanked my shirt off. He roughly pulled me against him while one hand ripped at my bra clasp and removed it in one swift movement. I began pulling at his shirt, trying to rip it off, as I couldn’t reach over his head to pull it off. Charley let me go long enough to remove his own shirt while my hands went for his pants. Our lips broke contact only long enough for the fabric to pass between them. I clumsily began to yank free the buttonfly of his jeans, crazed with the need to feel his body against mine.
Finally I had his jeans unbuttoned, and I pushed them and his boxers down past his butt. Thus freed, his cock sprang up and stared at me. I was struck dumb by the sight of him. Not that there was anything strange. In fact, he looked glorious, and I knew that my earlier estimations of his size were right on the money. Rather, it was just the sight of his erect cock that sort of brought me to my senses. I realized, here I was, on a couch, half naked, with a fully naked, fully aroused man, about to have wild sex.
This realization gave me the moment I needed to come to my senses. I pushed myself back on the couch, and put my hand against Charley’s chest.
“Charley, we can’t do this...not here, not like this.” I tore my eyes from his beautiful cock to look up at his face. “Please, not like this?”
Charley took a few deep breaths, nodded, and sank down to a sitting position in front of me. I breathed a sigh of relief, and so did he. He reached out to me, and I moved into his arms, and he held me lightly. What a picture we must have made! There I was, naked from the waist up, sitting in the arms of a man with his cock out and his pants down around his knees, looking perfectly innocent, comforting each other! Even so, I couldn’t resist reaching out to touch him, to get a feel for him. I softly ran my hand over his still fully erect cock, and then wrapped my hand around it, stroking lightly. Charley threw his head back and said,
“Jeez, Sunny…you’re driving me crazy!! Either stop that…did I just say that??!?...or let me finish it…damn!!!!!” He implored.
With a slightly embarrassed giggle, I stopped, and moved my hand to his knee. Charley looked at me, shaking his head, and then stood up in front of me and began pulling his jeans up. I couldn’t resist. I reached out my hands to stop him, then leaned forward and placed a light kiss on the head of his cock, ending with a small flick of my tongue. Charley’s jaw dropped, and he just stood there for a second, then I reached around behind him for my shirt and slapped his ass as I did. Charley moved away from me quickly like I was on fire or something and yanked his jeans on so quick I was afraid he’d catch himself in the zipper!
I tried my best to hide a smile as I pulled my shirt down over my breasts. I didn’t even bother with the bra, Charley had bent the clasps almost straight when he’d ripped it off.
He was still eyeing me warily from across the room, and he kept backing away as I walked toward him.
“Charley, I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist teasing a little. I’ll be good, I promise. Come talk to me, please?”
Charley, still looking a little wary, agreed, and came over to sit on the opposite end of the couch from me.
“Tell me honestly, do you really want to look back on this and remember our first time together as some wild, lust-crazed coupling on the couch?” I asked.
“Well, I guess not. No, no I wouldn’t. This might be our only chance, and it should be something special, memorable. Something worthy of many future fantasies.”
“Hey now, don’t put too much pressure on us, here!” I said, half jokingly.
That seemed to break the ice a little. We were still just sitting there staring at each other, wondering where to go from there. As if inspired, Charley said,
“I’ve got an idea. Why don’t we go for a walk in the woods? I’ll fix us a picnic lunch, and we can clear our heads a little. Sound good to you?”
“Yeah, sounds great. Mind if I, uh, take a bath first?” I asked.
“Sure, but wouldn’t a cold shower be more appropriate?” He joked.
“Ha ha. A bath might help me relax a little is all.” I said.
“Sure thing, take your time. In fact, I think I’ll jump in the shower myself…cold, though!”
“Charley…” I just shook my head. “I’m going now! Be back down in 20?” I said as I started towards the stairs.
“Sounds good. Holler when you’re done and I’ll take a quick shower, then we can head out.” He said.
“Okay, will do.”
“Oh, Sunny…one more thing” Charley said.
“What?” I asked.
I turned around to se what he wanted, and almost bumped into him.
“This.” He said, and proceeded to kiss me very soundly, leaving me breathless to head for the bathroom. “Still sure you’ll pass on that cold shower idea? I could join you…” He suggested impishly.
“Fix the lunch, Charley!!” I said, and stormed, frustrated, up the stairs. Damn but he’s good at getting the one up on me!
Upstairs, I shut the door to the bathroom, started some water, and sat down on the edge of the tub. I was trying very hard not to think too much about what I was doing. I knew that it wasn’t right, but I also knew that it wasn’t avoidable any longer. Too much had been brought out in the open between Charley and I, things that had been hidden for entirely too long. I knew that I had to play this out, to see where it was going to lead. I’d wondered about it for so long, driven my self nuts over it for years.
I looked up from my thoughts and noticed the tub was getting close to overflowing, so I shut the water off, slipped out of my clothes, and sank into the hot bath.
It felt so good, so relaxing, and I just went with it. I let all thought slip out of my mind as I sank deeper into the water. The feel of the water lapping at my skin began to evoke sensual thoughts of Charley following the same path with his mouth. I wet a washcloth and began to slowly draw it over my body, relishing in the hot, soft feel of the cloth. As my hands started drifting farther south, I heard a crash in the kitchen that brought me back to my senses.
“...Everything okay down there?” I shouted.
“Sure thing, all’s fine here, just a little klutzy is all….hurry up, would you?” Charley replied.
I smiled, shook my head, and hurriedly finished my bath.
I got out of the tub and began toweling off. I was bent over, back to the door, trying to dry my hair and wrap it in a towel when I heard the door open. I froze for a second, then I heard Charley’s sharp intake of breath. I secured the towel around my hair and straightened up, still facing away from him.
“I’m not quite done, Charley, are you that impatient for a shower?” I asked.
Charley didn’t reply. He walked up behind me until he was pressed against me, hard, and wrapped his arms around me, cupping my breasts. He began slowly, torturously kissing my neck and shoulders, catching the droplets of water that still fell from beneath the towel.
I couldn’t help but moan out loud. I leaned my head back against him, and pressed his hands closer, harder, against my breasts.
Still, he didn’t say a word, just resumed kissing my neck while his hands kneaded my breasts. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me through his jeans, and I pushed back against it. Charley started roughly pinching my nipples between his fingers, while nibbling softly on my ear. I was groaning in pleasure, and I started to grind my ass against him. Charley ran his hands down to my hips, grabbed them, and pulled me closer to him. With one hand, he firmly pushed my head and shoulders forward, while his other hand wrapped around my middle and held my hips tight against his
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Family Matters, pt 7 (an erotic story)
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Posted:Jun 10, 2007 9:44 am
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Charley drove me home, and pulled in the driveway. “You want me to come in?” he asked.
“Um, no, not right now. I just need a minute by myself, ok? Time to think, and all…”
“Okay, no problem. I’ll be here, take your time.”
“Thanks, Charley.” I said, smiling at him, and then I went in the house.
My life with Todd, the love we share, was very evident the moment I stepped inside. The pictures on the wall were from our wedding. The flowers he gave me after we had a little tiff the previous week still sat in the windowsill, curling at the edges now, but still lovely. Upstairs, the computer desk I’d all but forced him to buy me, insisting that I needed more desk space. He’d given in without much fight, he’d do anything for me. I was reminded again of what I was risking starting anything with Charley. I’m truly in love with Todd, totally and completely. He is a wonderful, amazing man, and I never wanted to do anything to hurt him, and yet I have. Apart from the pain that my actions could potentially cause him, I’m messing around with his brother, which throws a whole other wrench into the cog. This could screw up their relationship, even their entire family! How could I be so stupid??
And yet, here I was, walking into the bedroom, packing some clothes into a bag. I told myself that this was just two grown people spending time together, not having sex or anything. I told myself that we’d just keep it platonic all week, and work this whole mess out. I kept telling myself this, hoping that on some level I’d actually start to believe it.
After I’d packed, I sat on the bed for a few minutes, trying to think about what was missing in my relationship with Todd that would make me desire anything with Charley. Thinking back over the events of the past couple of days, about what exactly turned me on the most about Charley, I had an idea. Maybe what I like so much about Charley is his ability to lose control, his passion. Todd has this astoundingly, frustratingly high level of self-control. He very rarely looses control in the bedroom. I can do everything I know of to seduce him beyond reason, and it never works. Of course, he turns around and sends me into the stratosphere, which is really awesome, but I’d like to be able to return the favor once in awhile. I realized that I miss being able to truly please my lover. Being the sole person responsible for bringing them pleasure beyond belief. I sensed that I could do that with Charley. It would be very easy, in fact, and very enjoyable. Five years of experience had taught me that it was pretty much a lost cause with Todd. Not that I didn’t love our sex life. I did, and I was very satisfied, but something was missing, always had been. I guessed that I was searching for that experience. Like I said before, I love to flirt ‒ to be granted the power to tease, to chase, to seduce, to please…its like a wonderfully addicting drug to me, and I guess I’ve been jonesing for it for quite a long time. I figured that maybe if I could just experience it once, get that rush, I’d be able to get it out of my system and go back to my perfectly satisfying life with Todd.
Well, it sounded good in theory!
So, mollified, I left the house and rejoined Charley in the truck. We went to breakfast at a little Mom & Pop diner outside of town. The food was greasy and kind of bland, but we enjoyed being together, talking and laughing, the tension of the previous night replaced with a newfound friendship, and something deeper, more, that we weren’t quite ready to discuss. We kept the topics light, avoided talk of family and relationships. When the check came and it was time to leave, we paused, feeling awkward with each other for the first time that morning. We both knew that we were preparing to go back to the farm and spend an entire week together, no work, no family, no husbands or brothers, just us. The idea scared us more than a little. We both knew how hard it would be to avoid any sexual contact, nearly impossible. I think we both understood that by going home together, we were agreeing that we would almost definitely wind up making love. As exciting as that prospect was, it was even more frightening for what we might be messing up by going through with it. I must have started to look really nervous, because Charley said,
“Remember, no expectations, no disappointments, right, Sunny?”
“Right.” I said, not feeling much better about the whole deal.
The ride back to the farm was nerve-wracking. I couldn’t stop fidgeting, until Charley took my hand in his and gave it a squeeze. I calmed down instantly. Then we just drove, and enjoyed each other’s company in silence.
I always feel refreshed by coming out to the farm. I think its all the clean country air, all the trees and nature around. Its so peaceful, and it has a wonderfully calming effect on me. Whatever else happened, I knew I would enjoy this entire week in the country. It was such a treat. I was thankful to Charley for offering, and to Todd for agreeing. Of course, that thought brought a fresh wave of guilt, because I was pretty damn sure that Todd would NOT agree to my being out here alone with his brother for an entire week if he had any clue what had happened between us the previous night. Reminding myself that Charley and I had not so much as glanced at each other sideways since our encounter in the kitchen this morning, I was able to placate my conscience a bit. Maybe this really would work, this totally platonic thing. Feeling somewhat better, I got my bag out of the back and went on into the house as Charley held the door for me.
“Why don’t you go put your things away upstairs, and then we can talk for awhile, okay?”
“Yeah, okay. I’ll be down in a few minutes, then.” I replied, smiling, as I headed upstairs. When I came back down, Charley had fixed us some iced tea and was sitting on the porch swing. I walked out to join him. He handed me a glass and I sat down next to him, looking out at the amazing view.
The front porch of Charley’s cabin overlooks this gorgeous valley. All you can see for miles around are trees and grass. There are no other houses in sight, no telephone or utility poles, no concrete. At dusk, you can sit on the porch and watch the deer playing in the clearing. At night, you can hear the owls and the occasional coyote. You can see every star in the sky, with no lights to interfere, and just the treetops to frame your view. You can totally forget that the world aside from yourself and whoever you are with even exists when you’re in a place like that. You start to believe that the city doesn’t exist, there are no cars, no trains, no sirens. There are no demanding bosses or annoying neighbors…or loving, trusting husbands.
I must have sat there staring into nothing for a long time, because Charley said, “Penny for your thoughts?”
“They’re not worth that much.” I replied guiltily.
“Hey now, stop that. I told you, remember? I don’t have any expectations about this week, other than for us to talk and work this out.”
“Yeah, well, maybe I don’t see things quite that way. Maybe I’m being a little more realistic and admitting to myself that something is going to happen because we both want it to and we’re both here, and maybe I don’t know how to deal with that right now.” I said.
Charley sighed, took a long drink of his tea, and stared out at the valley. Now it was his turn to be silent for awhile.
“Charley, I just don’t know what to think about all this. I’m so confused…I mean, I love Todd with all my heart, and I would never want to hurt him, but here I am. I’ve always been attracted to you, always fantasized about it, I guess even always wanted it to happen, maybe even always…had…feelings…for you, I don’t know. But how can that be? I can’t reconcile the two things…how can I love Todd, and still feel so much for you? How can I love two men? How can I love two brothers????”
“….You love me??” Charley asked, sounding pleasantly surprised
“Just…don’t, okay? Don’t gloat, and don’t tease out semantics right now, I just can’t go there, okay?” I said warningly.
“Okay, I won’t…but you should know, I love you, too.”
“Damnit, Charley!! I said don’t! Why d
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Family Matters, pt 6 (an erotic story)
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Posted:Jun 10, 2007 9:43 am
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After a few more minutes, I reluctantly pulled away. “Get dressed, Charley, I’ll be downstairs.” Not taking the chance of looking at him again, I left the room and went back downstairs. Searching for something to keep my thoughts occupied, I decided to check my messages. I picked up my cell phone and started dialing before I realized that I was out in the country and couldn’t get a signal to save my life. I hollered up the stairs, “Mind if I use the phone, Charley?”
“Of course not, hon. Help yourself.” He replied.
The whole “hon” deal…I wasn’t sure what to think about that. My immediate reaction was pleasure. I felt a tingle of warmth go through me when he called me ‘hon’. Then, I was worried, because it seemed to imply that we had some kind of relationship here. He’d never called me ‘hon’ before as his annoying sister in law. I decided to worry about it later, and I picked up the phone.
Dialing into my voice mail, I heard that I had 2 messages. The first was from work, telling me that since the clinic director was on vacation, as were three of his underlings, they decided to close the clinic for the week, which left me with nothing to do but ponder my current exasperating predicament. They wanted me to stick around town, though. In case there was an emergency with a patient, I’d be the go-to girl.
The second message, appropriately enough, was from Todd. He said he missed me, and told me that there had been some major wind damage at his parents’ place. Apparently the same storm front that blew through here did a number up there. He said a couple of trees were down, some windows knocked out, and damage to the barn. He said he was going to stay up there for another week or so to help sort everything out. He asked me, ironically enough, to let Charley know. Todd said he’d tried to call the night before, but the phones were down or something. He said his usual parting words, “I love ya, be good!”, promised to call later in the week, and hung up.
I felt like the world’s biggest louse. When Charley came downstairs, I was sitting on the couch crying.
“Sunny, what’s wrong??” he asked, looking very concerned.
“It’s Todd. He called and left a message last night. He’s staying up there another week.” I told Charley what Todd had said about the storm damage, and then I told him that I have the whole week off. “I should have gone with him, damnit, then none of this would have happened! Now what am I going to do? I have a whole week to rattle around the house thinking about what a horrible person I am. Oh, God, I can’t handle this!”
“Shh, shhh…its okay. This is not a problem, and you are not a horrible person. Look, I’m going to take care of this, okay? You stay right here. I’ll be back in a minute and then we’ll talk, okay?” I looked up at him, so thankful for his take-charge personality, and the tears abated somewhat.
Charley walked over to the phone and dialed. I soon realized that, much to my horror, he had called up to his parents’. He talked to his Dad for a minute, about the damage, and then asked to speak to Todd. I was so scared he was going to say something about what had happened between us, but all I could do was sit on the couch and stare in perfect horror, listening to their conversation.
“Hey Todd, how’s it going? ….Yeah? ….Geez, sounds pretty bad. …Huh? ….Yeah, Sunny came by last night actually…yeah, she was missing the country, and we started talking about the plans for the house….yeah, she seems really excited….Yeah, the storm was pretty bad down here, lots of rain and lightning….Yeah, she was here until late, and once it started raining, I was worried about her driving, so I made her stay here for the night….no problem, Todd (he cringed)….yeah, no problem at all. Look, ah, we actually have a lot more to work out on these plans, and with all the rain this week, I can’t get much done outside. Would you mind if I asked Sunny to stay out here while you’re gone? It’d be more convenient, and she did say she was missing the country, needed some time away and all….oh, yeah, her clinic’s closed this week, but she’s on call…yeah….okay, well, yeah, I know neither of us needs your permission, but….yeah, (cringe) I know you trust us both….(now he looked mortified, as did  …okay Todd. Listen, take care, and hurry back, okay? Lots of work to do down here! Alright, give Mom my love…see ya!”
I just looked at him, fully expecting to feel even more miserable than I already did, but for some reason, I felt better. I guess knowing that, at least on some level, I had Todd’s permission to be here, that I wasn’t sneaking around or anything, made me feel better. That, and knowing that I didn’t have to spend the week alone in town, pondering things. I also have to admit that it felt nice to know that Charley wanted me here for the week.
Charley hung up the phone and came over to sit by me. “I hope that didn’t upset you too much. I just thought you might feel a little better if he knew, at least some of the story. I didn’t expect him to throw in all that trust stuff, though. That hurt.”
I was amazed at his perception, amazed that he knew that would help me, when I didn’t even know. I looked at him in awe. “You really want me to stay here?” I asked incredulously.
“Only if you want to. But I thought it might be nice, we’d have more chance to talk, maybe work through this whole mess together. And you don’t seem like you want or need to be alone right now.”
Again, that he could be so perceptive just astounded me. I looked into his eyes, sensing his complete sincerity, and said simply, “Thank you, Charley.”
He smiled at that, and put his arm around me, hugging me close to his side. I rested my head on his shoulder, and we just sat there for a minute, in silence.
I don’t do silence very well. Soon I piped up with, “What are we going to do, Charley?”
“I don’t know, hon, but we need to figure something out.” I smiled inwardly at the ‘hon’ that time, it was really starting to grow on me. “I think the first thing we need to do is go get some fresh air. Why don’t we go get you some clothes and stuff from your house, and then go out for breakfast?” Charley asked, standing up.
“Well, that sounds like a good idea. But Charley, I need to ask you something first. Or maybe, I need you to understand something first.” He looked at me quizzically, so I continued. “This week…I don’t want you to have any…expectations…or anything….I mean, I just don’t want….”
“Hold it right there. Let me set this straight. I’m asking you to stay with me because we care about each other and because we’re in a big old mess that we have to work through. I do NOT expect anything to happen between us. If I’m being perfectly honest, I have to say that I don’t think I’d object if it did, but I do not expect it. I didn’t ask you to stay with the idea that we’d have sex…okay?”
I was happy that there was no pressure, then disappointed by the fact that he didn’t expect it, then pleased by the knowledge that he still wanted it, but was just being too much of a gentleman to expect it. “Okay, fair enough.” I replied, with a small smile. “No expectations, no disappointments. Now let’s get going.”
Charley pulled a flannel shirt on over his t-shirt, then offered one to me. I was going to put my shirt from yesterday back on as a jacket, but I decided to take his instead. I liked wearing his clothes, and he liked seeing me wear them, so why not? What could it hurt? We headed out to the truck.
In hindsight, it may well have been that kind of free-spirited thinking that got me into this mess in the first place. I really need to work on that.
-to be continued
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Family Matters, pt 5 (an erotic story)
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Posted:Jun 10, 2007 9:41 am
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“You were always attracted to me?” I said, wondrously. As he nodded, looking earnestly into my eyes, I walked around the island to where he was standing. I was so touched by his admission that I stood on my tiptoes, took his face in my hands, and kissed him softly on the mouth. I had intended for that to be the end of it, but Charley didn’t. He seemed surprised that I would kiss him like that, but as soon as the shock wore off, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tightly against his body, the one thing we had spent all last night avoiding, the one thing that would have done me in. He was kissing me forcefully and passionately, crushing my mouth with his own. His tongue began thrusting into my mouth, and I felt my leg wrap around his of its own volition. I was clinging to him for dear life, my arms around his neck, completely wrapped up in the kiss. As he ravaged my mouth, he ran his hands down my back and grabbed my ass, pulling me tight against him. I felt his growing passion for me for the first time, and it sent rivers of shock and delight coursing through my body.
I tightened my leg around his body, trying to fit myself closer against him, feel his arousal more fully. Charley ran his hands up to my waist, then in one smooth motion, lifted me up so that I was sitting on the island. Looking at me hungrily, he forced my knees apart and fit himself between my legs. At this height, we lined up perfectly, and I knew that if we weren’t both fully clothed, we could and probably would be having sex right then. Charley must have had the same idea, because he began to move against me, thrusting his hips between my legs, while I wrapped my legs around him and held on. I found his mouth again with my own, and began sucking on his tongue. He groaned and began grinding himself against me. I could feel the size of him through our jeans, and he felt wonderful. I’d always wondered how big he was, but had convinced myself that he was smaller than Todd, who is quite well endowed, because his feet were 3 sizes smaller. Now I knew that this wasn’t the case at all. In fact, they seemed to be about the same size. Instead of the guilt I should have been experiencing at these thoughts, all I could think of was how thankful I was for their families’ good genes!
Charley pulled away from my mouth long enough to rip the t-shirt off over his head, exposing his bare chest. My hands were drawn to it, feeling the healthy growth of soft chest hair and the rippling muscles beneath. He had more hair on his chest than Todd, and that was just fine with me. Then, still grinding against me, Charley ran his hands up my arms, raising them above my head, and slowly pushed my t-shirt up and off. I was still wearing my bra, but he deftly removed that with the flick of a wrist.
With me sitting on the counter, my legs wrapped around him, his throbbing erection grinding against me, Charley started to knead my breasts and suck on my nipples. I was going absolutely crazy, thrusting my pelvis against him, raking my fingers down his back. Charley increased the intensity of his thrusting, and his sucking, until I thought I would explode. With his mouth still on my breast, he slid his hands down and cupped my ass, pulling me closer to him, thrusting and grinding against me very hard. His mouth left my breast and moved up to capture my lips in a torrid kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissed back with all the passion I was feeling, and just let go. I experienced the most intense orgasm I can ever remember having with pants on, as Charley kept kissing me through my moans. He was still thrusting against me, harder now, and faster, when I came back to earth and started to catch my breath. As I clung to him, I felt his whole body go tense, and he sort of fell against the island, holding onto me, his head resting on my shoulder. I knew that he had come also.
We just stayed there for a minute, leaning against each other and the island for support, catching our breath. Then I noticed Charley start to tremble a little, and I gently pulled his head back from my shoulder and looked into his eyes. His eyes were filled with tears, and I realized that he had been silently sobbing. I kissed him gently, and asked, “Charley, what’s wrong?”
He shook his head, wiped his eyes, and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t intend for this to happen,…any of this! I just...kind of lost control. This shouldn’t have happened. I’m so sorry.”
I slipped down off of the island, took his hand, and led him into the living room, retrieving the t-shirt I had on as I went. I slipped the shirt on and sat on the sofa, motioning for him to sit next to me. Charley shook his head and said,
“No, I’ll be back, but I just need a minute, okay?” Then he ran upstairs and I heard his bedroom door shut. I needed to use the bathroom, so I went upstairs as well. When I was done, I passed by his door, and heard him crying. I couldn’t let him stay so upset, so I knocked gently on the door. When there was no reply, I opened the door and went in.
Charley was seated on his bed, wearing a fresh pair of boxers and nothing else. His head was in his hands, but he looked up when I came in.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Ah god, of course I hurt you. I can’t believe this is happening.” He just shook his head over and over again.
I sat down next to him and put my arm around his back. “Charley, calm down, okay? We need to be logical about this. Its happened, and we can’t take it back. We obviously both wanted it to happen, or we would have stopped it.” I said softly.
“Yeah, well, it doesn’t matter what we want, we shouldn’t have done this. It can have very bad consequences. Already has, in fact.” He added softly.
“What kind of consequences, Charley? Last I heard, there needed to be a few less articles of clothing between us for any serious consequences to arise.” I said, trying to lighten the mood.
“Damnit, Sunny! Those aren’t the kind of consequences I mean!” he exclaimed.
“Then what, Charley? What are you talking about?”
He looked into my eyes, deeply, as if probing my innermost thoughts. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? I think I’m falling in love with you, Sunny.”
I was stunned. Absolutely stunned. I sat there speechless, in total shock, for a full two minutes, just staring at him. I could not believe what I heard. When I was finally able to speak, I said,
“This can’t be happening. This cannot be happening…..what…you’re…you’re what????”
“Falling in love with you.” He admitted dejectedly. “I know its wrong, its so wrong! I think I’ve always had feelings for you, but I never let them surface. I never allowed myself to acknowledge them, because of Todd. I convinced myself that there would be no chemistry between us, so there was no reason to feel this way. Obviously, this sent that assumption flying out the window.”
All I could say was, “Wow…..I had no idea.”
“Yeah, well…now you do. Now you fucking well do, thanks to me and my dick. Now we have to deal with this.” He said angrily.
I sat there for a minute, still stunned by his revelation. Since my brain refused to function, I was free to act on pure instinct. I leaned toward him and kissed him. I kept kissing him, softly, gently, until he started kissing me back. This kiss brought out the tenderness in us both. The feelings he had for me were wonderfully apparent, and the feelings I had for him started to bubble to the surface.
That’s what ended it. I pulled back from him in shock, realizing that I also had deep feelings for him that had remained dormant for so long. I was terrified, and confused. I just stared at him, eyes wide, trying to will myself to leave, to run away, but having no luck.
“This, I can’t, no! I love Todd, how can I…I’m in love with Todd, I can’t…how in the…oh no….” I stammered, half to myself.
“Sunny? What is it? Please tell me, say something!” Charley pleaded.
I just shook my head and stood up, fully prepared to run from the room. Charley wasn’t having it, though. He grabbed my arm and forced me to look into his eyes.
“Now, what is it? Tell me, Sunny, I won’t let you leave like this.”
I started to cry, staring at him like that, with him being so damnably sensitive and protective of me. I had no choice but to admit my feelings for him.
“I…I love you, too. Oh, God…I don’t know how or why, or how I can possibly love two men at the same time…especially…oh, God…two brothers….” I groaned.
Charley, trying to lighten the mood, took my chin in his hands so I was looking him in the eye. “Hey, you know what they say about Cupid…give a little boy a bow and arrows, and some crazy bad things are bound to happen.”
It was so cute, I had to give a little smile, even through my tears. That obviously made Charley feel better, because he took me in his arms and hugged me protectively.
“Don’t worry, kiddo, we’re gonna figure this out somehow.”
I laughed rather mirthlessly at that, but took comfort in it all the same, relishing in the feel of his arms encircling me.
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