I came down to earth seeking, seeking what I'm not sure of. Perhaps a
feeling of need pulled me from the safety of the heavens, I have to do it,
and the feelings are so strong that I know I have no choice. There is a
chance that I may never be able to return, for when my feet touch the ground
my magical powers will exist no longer, but my heart says go, so go I must.
The sky is cloudy and gray, the wind gusting, a storm threatening to
emerge at any moment. I am drawn to a river, a big wide, winding river, the
water rushing and churning its way south, and the gusting wind causing waves
that whitecap before coming to shore. My eyes of brown sweep the shores,
searching for that which has drawn me to this spot, there just a few feet
from the churning waters I see him. He stands alone his shoulders slumped,
his sad green eyes staring at the boiling water, tears traveling swiftly
down his cheeks, dripping off his chin, falling onto the sandy shore. My
heartbreaks for him, what could have occurred to make him so sad?
At that moment my feet touch the ground, my wings of purest white
disappear, slowly I walk up to him and touch him gently on his left
shoulder. His head turns to me and he looks into my eyes, tears still
flowing down his face. Placing my hands on his cheeks I pull his head down
upon my shoulder, his arms go around me and mine around him and he starts to
sob. His strong, viral, masculine body shaking uncontrollably with each
racking sob, my mind wonders what could cause such a strong man to weep so
violently. His arms grip me so tightly I can barely breath, but I do nothing
to break the grasp, just hold him and gently massage his back with my small
dainty hands.
After several minutes of sobbing he takes a deep breath and slowly
releases his grip on me, but still holding me close though, he seems to be
afraid to let go completely. He raises his head from my shoulder and looks
into my eyes, seeing the question there he takes another deep breath and his
lips open, but no words come forth. His eyes close and he breathes deep, as
if gathering strength to fight a battle. I take his hands in mine and lead
him to a fallen log and tell him to sit down and I sit right beside him.
Gently caressing his tear stained cheek with my soft hand, he takes my hand
and presses it to his cheek, then places it in my lap and withdraws his
hand. More deep breathes and then he begins to talk, his voice shaking on
each word, but slowly the reason for his pain comes out.
I had it all, a beautiful wife, kids that anyone would be proud to call
theirs, a good job, a normal life, the things that any man would be proud
and honored to have. Then one day I started to think, is this all there is,
work, sleep and eat, it sounded so boring. My wife tried to get me to do
things with her, but I thought her ideas of things to do sounded like
something only older people did, not exciting and adventurous. I wanted
excitement something to show that I was not getting older and had wasted my
life, something to show the world that I was still a man. There was a man at
work who constantly bragged about how exciting his sex life was; how his
wife would do anything he wanted, nothing was too wild for her. This excited
and intrigued me; my sex life was okay, but not as exciting as I thought it
should be. At the time it was easy to blame it all on my wife, she should do
things to keep our sex life adventurous and do things to excite me and keep
me interested in her, the idea that it might be just as much my fault as
hers never occurred to me. She started hanging out with her friends more and
more, leaving me alone and not paying me the attention that she once had, it
didn't enter my mind that I was not paying her any attention either, that
perhaps she needed me to make things exciting for her. Her attempts to
include me in the things she wanted to do fell on deaf ears. Finally she
gave up and stopped asking me, I took that to mean that she did not give a
damn about me and did not want to be with me, even started thinking she did
not love me anymore. Maybe I was just inventing excuses looking for a reason
to be with another woman, a wild woman. Someone like the woman the guy at
work was married to.
One day I was at work, the phone rang; it was her, the wife of the guy at
work. I was shocked, but since I had been over to his house many times and
his wife had made it clear that she found me desirable, I was flattered. We
talked for a while, she asks me if all guys cheat on their wives, and want
other women. I said no that I did not think all men were like that. Then I
quickly made-up an excuse to get off the phone, but in a few minutes the
phone rang again, it was her again. She started telling me how sexy I
looked, and lots of things like that, really feeding my ego. This went on
for several days; she came on to me each and every time, saying all the
things a man wants to hear. It was like she looked into my soul and knew all
the right things to say the right chains to pull and the right buttons to
press to get to my heart. Finally, I'm not sure how long it took, but I
started believing her, that some how she had fallen in love with me and
wanted only me, that I was her dream man. I ask her to meet me, she quickly
agreed and we set a time and date. The excitement build in me like a raging
storm, I couldn't wait for the time when I could hold her close and make
sweet love to her. I was sure that she felt the same way about me, not that
she had ever said she loved me, only that she wanted me sexually. Slowly the
week past and our day was here, I called my wife to make sure she was not
going to use our van that day, made up an excuse that I needed it to take a
friend someplace. My wife accepted the excuse, instead of thinking how
wonderful it is to have someone trust you that much I thought, that proves
she does not give a damn about me, she never even questioned me, just
accepted that I was meeting with a friend, and that I was not worth feeling
jealous about, I somehow got the impression that she did not believe another
woman could want and desire me, much less love and want to spend the rest of
her life with me. This made me even angrier with her, another good excuse to
cheat.
We met on a dirt road, and pulled into a place in the trees, I invited her
into the van that I had bought for my wife. I was convinced that this woman
loved me, never once did it enter my mind that she was manipulating and
using me, so I told her, "I love you" and she said she loved me too, I knew
it, I knew that she loved me and wanted me. We didn't even take the time to
get completely undressed, I had to hurry and get the van back to my wife. I
was so thrilled, that she had spoken the words of love, I was on cloud nine,
I knew that all the things I had heard about her would be over now, that I
was man enough to keep her happy in bed, and otherwise. She belonged to me
now, and me to her, somehow we would figure out a way to be together
forever. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this woman, this wild
woman who loved me and kept telling me how wonderful and desirable I was and
who acted like everything I told her was the most exciting thing she had
ever heard.
The next day she called me at work again, ask me to meet her outside of
town, she had something to give me, and of course I agreed and did. She gave
me a letter and then she had to leave, my heart broke as she drove away, I
did not get to even kiss her, but I did have her letter. Quickly I opened it
and read her sweet words; she said I had made her the happiest woman in the
world when I told her I loved her, and that some how we'd figure out how to
be together, forever. Words that filled me with joy, my wife had become
almost nonexistent, and she didn't want or need me anyway. I caressingly
folded the letter and placed it in my wallet, so I could take it out and
read it over and over, touching it and having it near me at all times made
me feel even closer to her. The words of love she wrote and spoke came from
her heart; she would never lie to me, I knew her better than anyone,
listened and memorized her every word. Years of words of love and admiration
from my wife faded from brain.
We met again a few weeks later, using my wife's van again, it was even
better than the first time, she wore a very short skirt and a low-cut
blouse, just for me she said, we weren't so rushed for time and took our
time making love to each other. Words of passion and love flowing between
us, she was so hot for me could not keep her hands off me. Then we had to
part, my heart felt so heavy, I could barely stand to be apart from her and
she loved me, she said so. I never doubted her for a moment, she would never
lie to me, and I was everything she had ever dreamed of in a man, her eyes
and sexy body told me so.
Days past and we talked on the phone every chance we got, telling each
other our life stories, in a few weeks I knew more about her than I ever
knew about my wife, not that my wife had not told me things, I just couldn't
remember the things she had said, they were not as important to me as this
sweet woman who believed me to be her king. She was everything to me, I
lived and breathed for her phone calls, life did not exist except when I was
on the phone with her or near her. I started making mistakes, showing
disappointment when my wife called, pushing her away when she tried to touch
me, telling her I was sick when she wanted to make love, blaming everything
that went wrong on her, after all what did it matter to me if she told me to
get out, I had the love of the world's most wonderful woman, nothing else
mattered to me.
Then one evening everything came crashing down on me, my wife had been
looking for the address of a friend and she looked in my wallet and found
the letter. The look in her eyes as she walked slowly toward me ripped my
heart from my body, I have never in my life seen such pain, her face
dripping with tears, her eyes filled with disbelief. The beautiful voice
barely able to mutter the words as her small fragile hands shaking; hold the
letter out to me, just above a whisper she asks, what is this?
When my wonderful, sweet, loving, wild woman found out that my wife knew,
she told me she was just using me to get back at her husband, that she did
not love me and that any man would have done, I was not the only man she had
been seeing. She never wanted to see me again and to never call her again. I
had done everything in my power to some day be with her, the things I had
said and done to my wife and family could never be erased from their memory,
and for what, some slut who was incapable of giving love. A selfish bitch
that could destroy a man's life so that she could make her husband jealous,
dear god what have I done!
He breaks down and starts to weep again; my heart breaks with his, tears
flow down my cheeks too. I hold him close and let his tears fall upon my
shoulder and mine fall on his, we weep together and hold each other as the
tears fall. Suddenly the storm that had been threatening breaks forth, the
sky opens up and the rain pours down upon us, and the wind howls. As if a
dam has broken the rain pelts down upon us soaking and drenching us to the
bone, mixing with our tears and washing them away, cleansing us to our very
souls, washing away all the pain, sorrow and heartache. Then there is a big
streak of lightening it strikes a big tree not far from us, a very loud boom
that shakes the world around us, the ground vibrating under our feet. The
big tree is falling right towards us, for some reason neither of us can move
an inch, the tree seems to fall in slow motion, inch by inch slowly getting
closer and closer. We will be crushed beneath its massive trunk and
branches! My mouth opens and I try to scream and then I hear his scream!
Jumping up, I look around me, no tree, I am in my bedroom, sitting up in
bed, and a thunderstorm is raging outside, streaks of lightening filling the
pitch dark night sky. My small body shakes with the fright of what was such
a real dream. Sitting there I think about the dream that was so real, is it
suppose to have some meaning? Is something dreadful going to happen? Is my
life, my husbands or our children's in danger? Each streak of lightening
illuminates the room as if a bright spotlight is beamed in the windows. Very
slowly I calm myself down, thunderstorms frighten me enough without adding
the dream to it, getting up I go into the bathroom, closing the door behind
me and turning on the light, looking into the mirror I see a woman who does
not look bad for her age.
Long black hair, a little out of place right now but soft and smells good,
falling almost to my waist. The face soft and smooth, still no wrinkles,
even at my age, dark brown eyes, showing a little fright right now, but
still have that special sparkle and that come hither ability, often been
told I have bedroom eyes, not sure exactly what that means, but it must be
something good. High cheekbones, part of my Native American heritage, tiny
lips, I have always thought to small, but men seem to be intrigued by them,
dainty and feminine is what they say. My breasts are still firm and plenty
more than a mouthful, small waist, tummy not quite flat, but damn sure not
bad after giving birth to four kids. My butt, well not perfect, but I get
plenty of stares when I walk across a room.
The dream still lingers in my thoughts, surely a dream so intense and real
like must have some meaning. I wonder, is it possible that my husband could
be tempted by some other woman, or more to the point some sluttish tramp? He
has been spending a lot of time at a friend's house and I know the man's
wife dresses like her body is for sale. Surely my husband would not be
tempted by something so cheap looking, many times he has told me that women
like that are disgusting and turn him off. Then why is he spending so much
time over there?
Well, if a wild woman is what he wants, then a wild woman he will get!
Thank goodness my closet is in the bathroom, for I know exactly what I am
looking for, yep there it is hanging in the back of the closet. A long black
silky negligee, with several rows of baby-soft lace around the plunging
neckline, which is cut almost down to my bellybutton, it has a slit in the
front center from my feet all the way up to just a tad below my crotch. I
slowly slide it over my head, letting it cascade down my body, the soft and
coolness of the fabric sending little shivers across my skin. Turning around
so that I may see my reflection in the mirror, OH YES, it still fits
perfectly, revealing almost everything, but still leaving room for
imagination. A small pair of panties completes the outfit, black with tiny
strings that tie on my hips; I tie them loose enough that a small puff of
wind could blow them off. Now for a few extra touches, brushing my long
black hair till it shines, reaching for his favorite perfume, a dab behind
each ear, a dab on that special spot on my shoulders, a trail from my neck
all the way down between my breasts and down across my belly button and a
smear just before getting to my curly patch. Must not forget my inner thighs
and behind each knee, nothing like a map of perfume to point out all those
sensitive spots, trails to heaven my husband had once called them. I look up
into the mirror, is that a wicked evil grin I see staring back at me?
A slow check in the mirror and a sexy smile crosses my lips that come
hither look in my deep dark brown eyes, a wild woman for sure. Clicking off
the bathroom light, opening the door, giving my eyes time to adjust to the
darkness and the flashes of lightening. I listen intensely for the sounds of
his heavy breathing, walk slowly over to my side of the bed turn on my
bedside lamp, for I want him to see what he is about to get. His back is
turned towards me, I walk to the foot of the bed grab his foot, gently shake
it and say, "Sweetheart, wake up I have a something for you. A gift all
wrapped up in your favorite wrappings!" He turns over onto his back,
blinking and rubbing his eyes, trying to adjust to the light, wondering what
is going on, I'm sure.
Those admiring green eyes begin to focus, on me of course, slowly taking
in the carefully wrapped gift standing at the foot of the bed. A devilish
big grin creeps across those full manly lips, his tongue licking moisture
onto them. I ever so slowly pull the sheets from his body an inch at a time,
revealing more and more of his delicious flesh. A small patch of brown hair
just above his breasts, just a tad of hair surrounding his areoles, just
enough to be tempting and teasing, slowly the sheets reveal more and more.
That tiny trail of brown hair going further and further down, I inhale very
deeply as the brown trail of hair starts to thicken, the rise of the sheets
showing how much he appreciates the carefully wrapped gift standing before
him.
I slowly pull the sheet further down, his big engorged manhood standing up
straight, begging for attention. Lightening flashes outside, thunder
rolling, at last the sheet is completely off my man, his sexy nude body
laying there for me to admire, or devour. His eyes stare deeply into mine; a
muscle in his shaft twitches, causing it to jump slightly, tempting me even
more. Placing my right knee on the edge of the bed, my small dainty hands on
his hairy ankles, pulling his legs wide, revealing more of my exposed
breasts as I bend over, the slit in the gown spreading and showing the wisp
of black panties, with the thread thin straps across my hips. His breathing
becomes very deep as my hands travel softly up his legs, the hair on his
legs tickling my palms, both my knees between his legs, barely touching his
inner thighs, my palms slowly creeping up his legs, inching closer and
closer to his huge male tool. His flaming eyes watching my every move and
mine enjoying the sight of his twitching rod just mere inches from my lips
and fingertips, I want to grab his member and stuff it down my throat, but I
control my wild desire. As the tips of my long red fingernails come in
contact with his furry sack, I softly blow my hot breath on his sack his
body shivers. Again I look into those alluring green eyes, they are looking
right at me, desire written in them, desire for me and no other. I know
without a shadow of a doubt it is me he wants and desires, the thought of
any other woman is not in his mind right now only me.
My right hand grasps his shaft, my tongue moistening my lips, preparing
them for the treat that I am very slowly guiding to them. The tip of my wet
tongue dances across the head of his shaft, moans pour from his lips, his
big strong hands grab my head, fingers entangled in my hair, pulling my head
down upon his pulsing rod. With little resistance I swallow it all, my nose
snuggling into the hairy base on his stomach. Small dainty lips suckling on
the treasure wet hot tongue swirling all around it paying special attention
to the line that runs from his sack to the head. The strong fingers
entangled in my long black hair gently pulling my head up, but making sure
to not pull his male tool completely out of my mouth. The strong hands pause
while my tongue plays with the head, swirling licking devouring the softness
of the head of his tool. With a low moan coming from his throat his hands
plunge my head back down, his member buried deep within my throat in one
swift movement. His hands move my head faster up and down his tool, my
breasts that have some how escaped from the black gown rub on his inner
thighs and furry sack. The feel of his sack and inner thighs on my breasts
has caused the nipples to become very erect, my breasts feel as if they are
swelling more and more with each tantalizing brush against his hot skin.
Ever so slowly I pull my lips from his hot wet love tool, looking into those
sexy green eyes, slowly crawling up his body, dragging my swollen nipples
across his body, shivers of delight running all through our bodies.
His arms go around me crushing my body to his, our lips meet, and his tongue
slips between my lips, teasing the tip of my tongue. Slowly his tongue fills
my mouth, swirling around exploring every part of it, his hands moving to my
face, gently rubbing my cheeks, pulling my face as close as possible,
devouring my lips with his. Our bodies meshed together, kissing, drinking
the nectar from each other's lips, both intoxicated with the wine of
passion.
Very gently I pull my lips from his, slowly rising into a sitting position
on his tummy, grasping the long black satin gown and lifting it over my
head, tossing it into the air. Where it falls I do not know for my brown
eyes are fastened to those green eyes, the world does not exist, only him
and me. We do not hear the thunder rolling outside nor the crack of
lightening streaking across the black sky, the only sound we hear is our
hearts pounding with love and desire for each other.
His hands go to my hips and tug gently on thin straps of the panties, the
delicate wisp of fabric unfolds revealing the patch of curly hair that was
barely hidden beneath. He gasps as his eyes drink in the sight; his fingers
trail down to touch the prize he has unwrapped. I lift my hips up just
enough to slide the panties from beneath me, raising my hand and letting
them drift slowly down onto his face. He grabs them with his other hand and
rubs them all over his face; stopping at his nose taking very deep breathes
inhaling the sexual scent of me. As his hand brings them to his mouth his
tongue slides out and he licks the honeydew moisture from the black panties,
enjoying the sweet taste of my love juices.
Rising up on my knees I position my love box over the head of his love tool,
grabbing it with my right hand and rubbing it around the lips of my wet hot
love nest, drowning it with my flowing juices. Very, very slowly I slide
myself down upon him, burying his huge shaft inside me, sucking in my breath
perhaps this will make his shaft go even deeper. The walls of my love nest
squeezing tightly around him, moans of pure pleasure come forth from deep
within his throat as I tighten my love muscles even tighter around his love
tool. Then just as slowly I rise, his shaft slowly coming out of me, then
slowly back down. No longer able to control myself, my rhythm increases, he
matches every thrust, one on one becomes one as our passion builds.
As the storm outside builds so does our love making, I plunge myself down
onto him and he thrusts himself deeper into me. Brown eyes looking into
green eyes, lightening crashing, thunder rolling, passion uncontrollable,
and then it happens. At the very same moment as the lightening explodes so
do we, like the thunder our climax rolls on and on, spasms of pleasure
coursing throughout our bodies, moans of delight escaping our lips.
I collapse forward onto his heaving chest, both of us gasping for air, the
juices of our love making pouring in and out all around our connected love
parts. Listening to his pounding heart echoing the pounding of my own, the
sounds from outside just a gentle rain, I wonder if the storm really had
been as intense as I thought or if it had just been the intensity of our
strong love making. As I slowly regain my strength I raise my head and look
into those green eyes, a smile crosses my lips as I see the look of love and
passion fulfilled in them. His arms go around me and mine around him; we
kiss the kiss of satisfied love, the kiss that only two people deeply in
love can share after a night of wild making love. Words of love whispered to
each other in between kisses and caresses, nothing can compare to the
feelings of a man and his woman after a night of lovemaking.
Gently I slide my body to his side, still snuggling tightly against him, his
arms keep me close, not wanting this moment to end. He looks down into my
eyes and tells me how wonderful our lovemaking was and how much I mean to
him and I tell him too. After a few minutes more of snuggling he pulls his
arm from beneath my neck, propping his chin in his hand and looking down
into my eyes he asks, "What in the world got into you tonight?" I tell him I
just woke up with an irresistible urge to be his wild woman, a flash of
something crosses his eyes, a blink of his eyes and it is gone and a smile
crosses his lips and he says, " You are the wildest woman I know and the
only one I desire and want. I love you sugar pie, you and only you!" Then he
leans over and places butterfly kisses all over my face.
He lays back down and I rise up and look him in the eyes and say, "
Sweetheart, will you be going over to your friends house today to help him
with that project the two of you have been working on?" That something look
flashes across his face again, for just a second, then it is gone and he
replies, " No sugar pie, that project no longer needs my attention. I'll be
staying home to see what else my wild woman has in store for me!" A smile of
pure joy on my lips and his, we kiss again, and then snuggle up even closer
and slowly we drift off into a peaceful sleep.
The world is perfect again, for the green-eyed man and his brown-eyed angel/ wild woman!
