Dark Tower of Desire (c) Sister 1994 It was another cold dark night. The castle walls seemed to mock me with their wanting. They seemed desolate since my dark lover left several weeks ago. I felt his presence in every room. Everything seemed to remind me of him is some peculiar way. I felt him calling out to me. Days had become weeks, and the nights were never ending. Soon his attraction grew to strong for me to withstand anymore. I felt his temptation crying out to me from across the miles of unending emerald forest, past the tranquil bottomless lagoon that lay between me and the object of my dark hunger. The snow, like ethereal unblemished lacework covered the branches of the evergreen trees I passed, providing an innocent atmosphere for me to wander through. There was a tranquility that left a serene feeling in the air. The fragrance of Pine and the splendor of the freshly fallen snow only seemed to ignite my ache and incite me onward. Upon reaching the tower I found the gate and the drawbridge to be open, taunting my weakness to withstand his plea. As I grasp for the elaborate knocker the door it swings open to reveal him positioned just inside. He stands in the aperture. Veiled in a delicate strands of candlelight. His dusky hair tumbles around his shoulders and frames his face with a dark halo. His hands are insolently positioned on his hips. His words are clouded with more than haughtiness. Some curious alien passion had him in it's clutch. "Bridgette...." in a voice twisted with need and yet restrained, by....? Could it be apprehension perhaps? "I prayed you would come...but I dared not to hope!" The candlelight twinkled in his intense blue eyes. Gazing into his eyes I lost all perception of time and movement. I felt his arms fasten around me. I let out a small moan. With a swift urgency he took advantage of that and ravenously explored my face and mouth. His need, his hunger, his love were mirrored in his eyes. I could refuse him nothing. I raised my hands to cradle his face, to draw him nearer. He moaned and maneuvered me up against the wall, molding his body to mine. I feal his palms stroke my breast through the thin fabric of my attire. He hunts for and finds my nipples, they harden at his touch. He takes his thumb and forefinger and plays with them, teasing them, until they are rigid with desire. He then pulls my bodice down to bare my heaving breasts to his gaze. With hawk-like precision he lowers his mouth to one rosy peak. He devours it with the hunger of a winter-starved wolf. His tongue and teeth blazed paths of exquisite abandon across the flesh of my neck and breasts. Our bodies seemed to fairly burn with an irresistible heat, and neither of us can bear the hindrance of clothing against our skin any longer. Piece by piece my clothing is discard, until I am standing there exposed to his passion. Like a great hawk, he swept me up and carried me through the night-dark passageway to his chamber. The room is alive with scented candles. He carries me over to his bed and loving arranges me in the center. He removes his shirt to reveal the massive expanse of his chest. It was covered with a dusky covering of hair that traveled down his torso and into his waistband. He joined me in the center of the bed, kicking off his boots before his skins meets mine again. Our every nerve sang with the pleasures we rediscovered the thrill of skin against skin. His hands, as if beset by magic, wove spells of rapture, dancing along my startled flesh, even as I sought out the sweet wand of his own erotic sorcery and claimed it between my worshipful hands. I caress it through the fabric of his breeches, transporting him enthralled heights. He moans and moves my hands away. He nibbles at my ear and down the column of my neck. He raises my arms above my head and ravages each rosy peak offering themselves to his longing. In my passion aroused state I do not heed his securing my arms to the bedposts. He lowers himself down my body to settle between my thighs. He reaches down to place a feathery kiss on my nether lips, I gasp. He slowly licks them from crest to base, swirling just around the outside. He reaches over the edge of the bed to collect something unseen from my position. He takes what appears to be infinity to return. When he does I am expecting his tongue to again work it's magic in it's stead my netherlips are subjected to a different type of onslaught. He slowly drizzles a warm nectar across the outer lips."Ah-hh!" I moan. "Honey only to blend with your own honeyed liquid," he explains,"but never as pleasant as your own honey!" Then he replaces his lips back to my netherlips. His tongue dips inmost my quivering folds, mixing the warmed honey with that of my own. Then his tongue uncovers the core of my desire. He takes it inside his mouth and slowly suckles on it nibbling and sucking, driving me with wanton lust. I buck up toward him like a jousting knight riding out to confront my certain destiny. I feal a boiling building up in my loins. My body becomes rigid as I climax. Sedated and still glowing from the aftermath you stand up from the bed and slowly remove the last vestige of his clothing. His manhood stands out as an fierce Knight's lance. He rejoins me in the center of the bed. He positions himself about me, prepared to do battle with his lance. He slowly lowers himself inside. It seems an forever as he inches his way inside. Then he slowly strokes in and out careful to caress the core of my womanhod with each stroke. Is seems to be eternity as he continues to stroke inside of me. I again start to feal the slow boil in my loins. He then lowers his head to suckle on one rosy peak, nibbling and tweaking the tip as he strokes in and out. As the boil starts to mount I start to buck, as if riding a wild untamed stallion. Meeting his downward thrusts with upward ones of my own, endeavoring to get more of him inside. Finallydeep inside my seething core, I felt the coming impolsion. The mystical force spoke between us like a drumbeat, at first far off, moving closer and closer still, until at last, we were drowned by a thundering torrent of the most divine pleasure we had ever known.... At least until I get unbound!