My head rest on his shoulder. As I look into the fireplace, the room seems to take on a magical glow. Laying naked on a blanket, his arm around me, the heat of the fire caresses our bodies. I can still feel the warmth of my own cream and his semen leaking out, covering my pussy with wetness, moistening the side of my legs and down below my vagina. I slip my hand between my legs and begin to massage the moisture into the skin of my labia and mons. My fingers seek more from my vagina and I place it on my abdomen, and breast, pulling the nipples out, moistening each so they glistened with the reflection of firelight. I want him on me, as well as in me. His eyes are closed, and he appears to sleep. I retrieve more, and move my fingers to my mouth tasting the moisture of our lust. My mind wanders, as I try to understand how I find myself here. Sometimes control seems to slip away from me. This seems like one of those times. I don't seek encounters or relationship. I move through my life, keeping it as simple as possible. NO CONFLICTS. And certainly as few strangers as possible. I select my friends very carefully. But lately I have experimented with expression and expression of our feelings is like a disease. It grows and spreads within you, until you are consumed by its power. Each new revelation exposes something else and demands even more exploration and exposure. I find deep, hidden, emotions and desires. I find lust and a sensual part of myself, sometimes just as well left repressed. I find myself experimenting with my own body. Shaving my pubic hair. Touching and caressing my new softness and smoothness. Wearing clothes which slide across my body making me aware of their texture as they become sensuous touches. When I am at work and walking from one place to another, I find myself walking naked on a moonlit beach, and the silky caress of my clothes becomes a soft warm tropical breeze. And now, here I am, in a cabin, in front of a fireplace, lying in the arms of an almost stranger, naked, full of his semen. My hand reaches for more of our wetness, as it leaks from me. I begin to spread it on his skin, softly, so he doesn't waken. Each stroke touches lightly, but more boldly. His breathing remains deep, his eyes closed. I touch his nipple, massage it with our moisture, and find it hardens to my caress. I plan to move and shift so my tongue can taste him, but decide the danger of waking him too great. My finger moves to his cock, limp, soft, lying unconcerned to the side. I begin to draw slow circles on his sacks, gently testing his sleep and then squeezing ever so tenderly. I have to use all my self control not to mould them to my palm and press them in my hand, feeling there strange firmness. My clitoris moves, in response to my thoughts, asking for attention to its own needs. I look into the fire and my eye loose their focus as I seem to see an image of two bodies in the fire, naked and entwined within each others arms. She is on her back, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling her pelves towards him. He is on his knees, his hands kneading her breast, slamming his cock into her with all his power. And yet, her eyes burn with a yearning for him to pour more of his passion into her. Staring into the fire, my eyes fog and the room becomes a mystic dream in which I am the observer as well as the woman in the blaze. The heat and burning in which she exist, are present within me, within my pelvis, within my breast and nipples. I am on fire. My hand now finds my own breast and nipples as I squeeze and pull until my own passion causes me pain. I move my hand down, between my legs, massaging my mons, stroking my lips, feeling the increasing wetness seep from my vagina. Caressing the side of my clitoris, I turn back and stare once again into the fire... Now he is on his back, and she straddles him, breasts hanging down, swaying with her motion, her nipples, pushing outward with their own rising passion, brushing his chest as she rocks back and forth on his cock. Her eyes stare into his, capturing his lust and revealing her own. His mouth is open, his tongue revealed between his lips. She answers by cupping her breast in her hands lifting them as though they were an offering to his desire. The fire blazes around them, its heat engulfing them. As sweat pours from their bodies, their skin glistens in the flames. As she moves more rapidly, I hear a beating sound within my chest, and find my heart pounding like a jungle drum, distant, steady, erotic, frightening. My hand moves faster. My fingers stroke my clit, and I join the woman in the fire, sharing her passion. My clit and vagina burn with her rising heat. As I gasp for air, a soft moan escape from my throat. Then I realize he is pouring his semen into her and she is grasping his cock and sucking it into her body with her own orgasm...and I become aware of my own vaginal spasms as moisture and cream pour from me. The images in the fire fade, but the magic fog of the flame still envelopes the room and I become aware of his arm pressing me to his body. His kisses my neck. My head turns to offer more to his lips. He seeks my lips and his tongue touches mine. I push my breast against him, asking his arms to hold me. He responds by pulling me to him with one hand while the other cups, then massages my breast with increasing passion. I press the nipple into his palm, giving myself to his touch. I am on my side facing him, one leg over his hip, holding him to me. His cock is no longer unconcerned or disinterested. It is hard, the head burning against my clit, raging with passion as it spreads my labia and strokes between them, back and forth, back and forth. My cream creates a velvety smoothness for him to slide through, as I rock my pelvis into him. Then I am on my back, and my legs are around him. His cock, now presses and then my plunges into my pussy, no, not my pussy, my cunt. My raving ravenous cunt screaming for his cock to... "Fuck me." The words seep from my mouth as the cream seeps from my pussy. "Fuck me." I plead. I am out of control. "Fuck me." I beg. He moves deeper and deeper with each stroke. "Fuck me." I demand. He responds by pounding me harder and harder with each thrust. "Fuck my pussy. Fuck my cunt with your cock; your firm, hard, cock." I feel his heat building, his cock swelling and I know we are both close. "Fuck me. Give me your cum. Fill my cunt with your semen." I grind my pussy onto him, my hips arching to enclose as much of his cock as I can reach. His mouth gasps for air as he drives into me. I'm not sure if he hears me or if my words are only fuel for my own fires. "Fuck me. I want to cum with you, NOW. " And with those words he floods me. I answer with my own orgasm. My vagina grasps, squeezes, sucks his cum. My own cream floods my pussy with its warmth. I can't hold all we produce and it spills out covering his balls, my labia, his legs, my ass. He falls on me, covering my body with his, exhausted from his passion. I keep my legs around him. My pussy holds his cock without release. Our bodies are covered with perspiration. As we rest in each other's arms, my fingers begins to draw idle circles around his nipple. My head turns and once again I look into the fire. The images have returned. They hold each other in the now softening flames. As I look into the fire, I see the glowing embers reflected on their bodies and I realize they are staring into our room. I realize they are looking at me. Good night. Sleep tight. Lena