RUSSELL: [I find myself caught between post release contentment and the desire to resume my explorations of your fabulous body.]
KIRSTEN: [I can smell a faint scent of sweat on your body mixed with your ripening personal smells... you smell musky and very, very male.]
RUSSELL: [My hands wander, stroking lightly as I pull back to smile at you some more. My eyes move over yours, trying to read what's behind your expression.]
KIRSTEN: [I relax and enjoy your hands on me, content to receive now after giving so much. My eyes watch you, looking at you for cues of what you'll do next.]
KIRSTEN: [I am amazed at the feeling of trust I have for you after knowing you such a short while. I feel secure. I feel protected with you. As if no harm could possibly come to me. My trust is reflected in my eyes.]
RUSSELL: [One big palm strokes the rounds of your ass, just enjoying the feel of the well formed muscles beneath the smooth skin. I am touching you simply for the joy of feeling you, enjoying you from a purely sensual standpoint.]
RUSSELL: [The feel of the thong parting your cheeks is very sexy and exciting, but I'm momentarily sated, the edge taken off my hunger.]
KIRSTEN: [The way you look at me, the way you stroke me, makes me feel like a beautiful odalisque in the Oriental paintings of old. I can tell by the way you look at me that you appreciate me as a woman. You appreciate my mystery, my differences from you. It is an exquisite feeling to be appreciated in this way.]
KIRSTEN: [It is what every woman craves.]
RUSSELL: Mmmm... your skin is... lovely, Kirsten.
KIRSTEN: [I put my hands behind my head, arching my back a little, to show off my body to its best advantage.]
RUSSELL: [My eyes move over you appreciatively, unhurried, savouring every curve, every soft plane and valley that makes up your body. Its clear from the sparkle in my eye that I like what I see... very much.]
RUSSELL: Gorgeous creature.
RUSSELL: [I lean over and nuzzle a kiss to the side of your throat.]
KIRSTEN: [Your lips touch a sensitive spot and a shiver races through my body, making me shudder.]
KIRSTEN: (low) Ohhhh... yeh...
RUSSELL: Mmmm... (Drawing a slow line up your throat with my tongue, ending up at your ear.) ... Y'like that, luv?
KIRSTEN: (Low, a little husky.) I like it a lot, Russell.
KIRSTEN: [I am having trouble controlling my breathing when I speak; my voice is fading in and out with the passion that is quickly rising.]
RUSSELL: (Tracing my lips and my warm breath over your ear. Even with just a few moment's rest, I'm feeling my power come flooding back.) Mmmm... sure y'do.
RUSSELL: I think I know what you're hungry for, darlin'.
KIRSTEN: (My eyes are half closed over a lazy grin.) And what would that be?
RUSSELL: [I use my body to roll you back against the bed and move over you a little more.]
RUSSELL: For me t'make a meal of you.
KIRSTEN: [This makes me want you so much, it almost hurts. My pussy clenches at the emptiness inside, needing attention, needing to be filled.]
KIRSTEN: (A helpless whimper.) Oh, yes...
RUSSELL: [My lips slide down to brush across your collarbone, my breath warm, a little moist, the tiny hairs on my face just coarse enough to create many miniature tickling sensations, enjoying the way my touch makes your skin shiver.]
KIRSTEN: [Your tickly beard on my chest feels so good.]
KIRSTEN: [My hands caress your chest, feeling your downy male hair, then slip under your arms to feel the thick, soft, warm fur there. I caress the hair under your arm, gathering it between my fingers, feeling how long it is, soft, but undeniably masculine.]
RUSSELL: [I make a sound of approval, low in my chest. Your touch only tickles a little, here and there, not enough to distract me, and I'm pleased that you don't lie there passively as I explore you.]
RUSSELL: [I continue to kiss and nuzzle my way over your skin, being careful when I nip and bite not to mark you, aware that I don't own you, that I possess you only for these moments.]
KIRSTEN: [Your little nips leave me wanting more. It makes me want to tempt you into marking me a little, to goad you, against my better judgment. I bury this thought and just try to concentrate on what you are doing to me, but I arch my back as if to bring my body to your mouth so that you can continue to feast on me.]
RUSSELL: [I nuzzle and lick patterns over your petite breasts, taking each into my mouth by turns, remembering how you reacted to that before. I draw long suckling mouthfuls of you, playing with your nipple ring, my arousal becoming a low buzz again, like the slow heat of a summer afternoon, a bit lazy, nothing too pressing, just there at a low humming simmer to be enjoyed.]
KIRSTEN: [As you suckle my sensitive breasts, I am overcome by feelings of feminine arousal. Passion unquenched quickly rises, demanding, making me writhe under you. I feel a slickness between my legs again, renewed by your gentle attentions on my chest and there's a slow, gentle pulsing between my thighs.]
RUSSELL: [I finally let go of your breasts, your nipple sliding from my lips with a soft wet sucking pop. My eyes rise to meet yours again as I lean a little to nuzzle the soft hollow under your arm. My senses fill with the aroma of your skin and another scent over that, softly feminine, but not the sort of thing I want to taste. Instead I take a sharp little nip of the soft skin of your inner arm.]
KIRSTEN: (A surprised yelp escapes as you bite me.) Ohh!
RUSSELL: [I pull back, pressing a grin flat under a brow arched high.]
RUSSELL: You're very sensitive, aren't you?
KIRSTEN: (Chuckling at your cheekiness.) When bitten, yes! That hurt!
RUSSELL: (With a low dismissive chuckle.) That was hardly a bite.
KIRSTEN: (My tone grows suggestive as I remember my desire to have you mark me.) What would a real bite feel like?
RUSSELL: (My eyes glitter teasingly at you and I give a little wink as I lower my mouth to your skin again.) Maybe you'll get t'find out.
KIRSTEN: (With a crooked grin.) Promise?
RUSSELL: [I shake my head slowly, keeping your gaze.]
RUSSELL: Nope. (I lick a slow trail down the curve of your side.)
KIRSTEN: You don't make promises you can't keep?
RUSSELL: (My head bobs up again at that, eyes a little more serious as my mind catches on this thought.) No. Actually... I don't.
KIRSTEN: (Teasingly, but with a bit of a challenge.) What if I provoke you?
RUSSELL: (My grin surfacing again, spreading until it reaches my eyes.) Hush, woman... I'm busy.
RUSSELL: [I give you a little wink as my tongue pokes into your navel, flicking at your belly ring.]
KIRSTEN: [I lie back on the pillows and give myself over to your lips and hands, watching you move over my skin.]
RUSSELL: [My mouth travels over the concave hollow of your flat belly, the low rise of the valley between your hips, kissing, nuzzling, licking... tasting. I find the feel and taste of your soft sweet feminine flesh uniquely fascinating, so I take my time, wanting to experience every bit of you.]
KIRSTEN: [I feel the warmth of your mouth as you explore, the coarse tickling of your beard... a shiver crosses my belly where you touch me.]
KIRSTEN: Mmmm. Niice.
RUSSELL: [I slowly strip off your panties, flashing you a playfully wolfish grin as I take a deep nose-full of the material balled in my hand before tossing them cavalierly away. My attention turns back to your body and I rub my scruffy chin over your slightly less furry mound. Your hair here is dark but sparse, a tidy little thatch that narrows invitingly to form the cleft between your legs.]
KIRSTEN: [My breathing quickens as I feel you touch me in my most intimate place. Idly wondering how I will compare to other women you have been with, then banishing these thoughts to enjoy the feel of your breath and beard on me.]
RUSSELL: [My eyes raise to meet yours as I slide lower, my legs clearing the bed, toes searching for purchase in the thick plush carpet beneath. My mouth lowers to nuzzle a soft kiss against your nether lips which are thicker now, full and slightly swollen with need of attention.]
KIRSTEN: [I look at you approvingly, nodding slightly. A little smile is playing on my lips]
RUSSELL: Mmmm.
RUSSELL: [I kiss your pussy as I would your mouth, sliding my tongue between your lips and tasting your slick sweet nectar.]
RUSSELL: Mmmm!
RUSSELL: [I make a low happy sound of approval as I kiss and taste you. I love this, love tasting women, sharing this most sensual and intimate kiss. Every woman tastes good, yet every woman tastes different. This is a source of constant wonder for me.]
KIRSTEN: (My eyes close in pleasure as I moan.) Baaby. yeeaahh.
RUSSELL: [I take a good look before diving in again, your tender pouty lips close over you like the thick meaty petals of a lush, exotic flower, protecting you, yet begging to be peeled back and tasted...]
KIRSTEN: [I arch my back and neck in anticipation of the exquisite torture.]
RUSSELL: [...Which I do, placing a thumb on either side and gently pulling your folds back to expose your soft centre.]
RUSSELL: [An intensely inviting scent rises, sweet but almost musky. I nuzzle in, unable to resist its maddening call, feeling the animal in me rise to greet the invitation to ravish you further, deeper, more intimately.]
KIRSTEN: [My hands stray down to tangle in your soft hair, encouraging you in your ministrations.]
KIRSTEN: Mmmm.. Oh, Russell... feels so good..
RUSSELL: [My first taste of you, a long slow lick up one side, incites me further. You taste so good, and the scent of your sweet musk pulls at something primal deep inside, making me want to lick and suck and feast.]
KIRSTEN: [A shiver runs up the side of my head at your slow licks.]
RUSSELL: [Another low animal purr rises as I continue my long slow sensual lapping, enjoying the warm heat between your legs, the sleek slipperiness of your folds... finally closing my mouth over the pert little nub of flesh at your centre, sucking and rolling you in my mouth.]
RUSSELL: Mmmmmm.
KIRSTEN: [I startle a little as you find my most sensitive place, but I allow you to continue your suckling.]
RUSSELL: [I suck you deeper with gentle tugs, letting my tongue rub over the flesh caught in my mouth, loving the reactions I'm getting from you. Loving that I can give you this pleasure.]
KIRSTEN: [My breathing quickens as the sensations intensify. I sneak a peek down at you, and you look so good between my legs, my hands tangled in your long hair as you nuzzle, making a feast of me.]
RUSSELL: [I roll you between my lips, then let you go with a soft pop as I delve lower and deeper, my tongue arching hard to explore inside you. Here is the source of your heat and your nectar, a combination that threatens to madden me further, inciting the beast already on the rise.]
RUSSELL: Mmmyehh....
RUSSELL: (I kiss you deeply, my tongue searching out the source of your womanly power.) ....So good luv, y'taste so good.
KIRSTEN: [I arch my back and writhe as your tongue comes inside me. Exquisite torture, made more so by knowing your passion is rising. I can feel it rising in you. My legs spread wider with the need to be filled.]
KIRSTEN: Oh Russell. Mmmm.
KIRSTEN: [You make me feel like a woman.]
RUSSELL: [I delve in again, my tongue thrusting, twisting deep inside you, exploring your inner tastes and textures. My face is growing wet with your juices, they shine on my cheeks and nose, soften my beard. I will carry your intoxicating aroma on my lips when I surface.]
KIRSTEN: [My legs writhe as I try to escape your torture, then just as suddenly I draw you in, seeking you out, wanting more.]
KIRSTEN: (involuntarily) Oh god.
RUSSELL: [I can feel my cock growing thick again, gaining life, throbbing pleasantly where it rubs against the bed.]
KIRSTEN: Russell...
RUSSELL: [This is like a dance of pleasure, given and received. As you arch away, my mouth follows, unwilling to let you go. When you press to me, I move deeper still, thrilling at the rise of your hungry little mouth pulsing against mine.]
KIRSTEN: ... Mmmm so good.
KIRSTEN: [I ache to feel your lips on mine, your body against me. My passion rises, but release doesn't follow. I start to sweat and I reach up to rub my face, moaning in my frustration.]
RUSSELL: [I start to lap faster, my tongue flicking across the tight bead at the head of your clit, curious to see if I can make you come with my mouth, wanting to try, loving the way your body arches and shakes in time to my attentions.]
RUSSELL: [As my tongue beats across your sensitive flesh, I look up and see your lush lean body above me, the pale valley of your belly leading to the soft mounds of your breasts, your head tossing in pleasure. It's a beautiful sight, this sexual topography, one I won't soon forget. You are glorious in your heated passionate state, like an earthy goddess demanding pleasure as a tribute.]
KIRSTEN: [I run my hand through my damp hair, keeping my other hand firmly tangled in yours.]
RUSSELL: [I press a thick finger into your tight heat and feel your muscles grab at me greedily as I move it in and out.]
RUSSELL: (I look up, watching your face.) S'that good, honey? Y'like that?
KIRSTEN: [I can smell my own body heat rising, my own scent as my body flushes with warmth. My eyes are shut tight as I feel you touch me inside.]
KIRSTEN: (breathless) Oh yeah. Russell. So good.
KIRSTEN: So goood.
RUSSELL: Mmm, good.
KIRSTEN: More.
RUSSELL: [My finger strokes deeper and harder at your urgings as my mouth returns to the eager torturing of your clit, suckling in time to the thrusting of my finger. Low grunts of pleasure rise from the back of my throat. I'm in heaven.]
KIRSTEN: [My passion and frustration both continue to rise until I don't think I can bear it anymore. My moans reflect both.]
KIRSTEN: Hohhh...
KIRSTEN: Kiss me, Russell...
KIRSTEN: Kiss me.
RUSSELL: (Low like a husky moan.) I am, baby, I'm kissin' your beauty pussy.
KIRSTEN: [Your sexy words make it even harder for me.]
KIRSTEN: Oh, god. So sweet... So sweet, baby.
RUSSELL: [I withdraw my hand and slowly add a second finger, pressed tightly to the first, working them in gently. You're so tight, I'm wondering how you'll ever be able to manage my thick bolt.]
RUSSELL: [Soft wet sucking sounds rise as I continue to lap and suckle your clit.]
KIRSTEN: [Your fingers fill me completely. It feels so good to be filled by you. I moan softly, emitting little mewling sounds at the back of my throat.]
RUSSELL: Mmmmm. (I moan softly without pulling my lips away, letting the vibration of my voice translate to your sensitive flesh as my fingers stroke and rock deep inside you.)
KIRSTEN: [I arch and writhe. You are playing with me, in me, so skillfully. You know just how to please a woman, how to tease her beyond her limits...how to make her want you....make her want all of you.]
RUSSELL: [Your fingers tangling in my hair further excite me, tightening when you arch or when I hit somewhere particularly good or sensitive, your nails scraping lightly across my scalp.]
RUSSELL: [My skin is soaked with your nectar now, made slick and I thrust my fingers in and out with a bit more force, opening you to me as my mouth starts to travel, following the sweet trickle. I lick with pointed tongue between your cheeks, flicking across the tight bud of muscle I find there, sliding my tongue back and forth between your round globes, wanting to experience all of you, leave no inch untouched, unexplored or unloved.]
KIRSTEN: [I feel you licking at my sensitive ass, and I hook my hands behind my legs and pull them back to give you better purchase.]
KIRSTEN: Yeaah. Therre... Feels so goood.
RUSSELL: [At your invitation, I withdraw my thrusting fingers and use my hands to pull your cheeks apart like I'm separating ripe fruit. My tongue slathers up and down your crack, pressing at the tight star of muscle, seeking entry.]
RUSSELL: [My hands knead your cheeks, so full and soft, yet firm. I won't know til later that I left fingerprints there.]
KIRSTEN: [I sigh as your fingers withdraw, feeling sad that they are gone, but then I get lost in the new sensations as you knead my ass. I hope you won't ask for more than that...trust must be built...]
RUSSELL: [I consider pressing a finger inside your rear, but the musky heat between your thighs is beckoning me again, calling me back to your warm centre. With a playful nip of your thigh, I move back, taking slow wet laps up and down your folds as I feel your legs settle around me again.]
KIRSTEN [My legs come back down and relax. I have an urge to turn over, but I want to see what you'll do.]
RUSSELL: God, luv, your cunt is so sweet.
RUSSELL: (A happy sigh between slow licks.) Beauty.
KIRSTEN: [I feel so pleased, bathed in the warmth of your approval.]
KIRSTEN (Huskily.) It'll be even sweeter when you're inside it.
RUSSELL: (I grunt softly as my fingers press inside you again.) Be a tight fit... Mmmmmm... think y'can manage?
KIRSTEN (Low.) Yeahhh. You can open me up with it.
RUSSELL: [I hiss in a shivery breath of anticipation at that, picturing your tight lips spreading to admit the head of my cock, slowly feeding you my full, thick length. I realise now that I've been rubbing my bolt against the bed as I fed on you, and that I'm hard again, heavy with want.]
RUSSELL: Mmmmm.
KIRSTEN: C'mon. Come to me.
KIRSTEN: Come and make love to me.
RUSSELL: [My lashes flicker heavy at this. It's an invitation too great to resist. I want you, want to bury myself inside you, feel your warm heat wrapped around me as our bodies join.]
KIRSTEN: [My chest is heaving with want. I tug ever so slightly at your hair.]
RUSSELL: [I slide my fingers from within you slowly, sucking your taste from my skin as I move up your body in response to your urgings.]
KIRSTEN: [The feel of your manly body fires me up more as I feel you slide up my length. I reach down for your hand and bring it to my mouth, sucking my juices off it.]
RUSSELL: [The sight of you licking your own nectar from my hand is so sexy, so earthy, it only makes me want you all the more.]
KIRSTEN: [I look directly into your eyes, smiling, as I lick your fingers.]
KIRSTEN: Mmm. Sweet.
RUSSELL: Yehhh, luv. You are sweet.
RUSSELL: [I lick at a wicked grin as I watch you.]
KIRSTEN: [I feel your manhood against my thigh, insistent, hard. It stands between us, a reminder of what's to come.]
RUSSELL: (Gently) Gimme back my hand, honey. (I feel a sly light come into my eyes.) I need it.
KIRSTEN: [With a startled look, I release you.]
RUSSELL: [I lick at my grin, feeling the tiny bristles of my mustache, tasting you there as well as on my lips as I feel for the drawer of the bedstand, unwilling to break my gaze on you.]
KIRSTEN: [My hand strokes the fur on your chest, my nails softly scratching. I curl my hand under your arm, feeling dampness there while I watch you, knowing what you're doing, transfixed by your beard still wet with my juices.]
RUSSELL: [I get the drawer open and feel around til I find a single loose packet with a telltale flat round circle inside. My eyes narrow as my grin moves deeper, slyer. I feel like the big bad wolf about to consume you.]
KIRSTEN: [I tease you, playfully trying to distract you from your task by putting my lips just next to yours, not quite kissing you. I smell my scent all over your lips, your face, your beard, and know it is bringing out the beast in you.]
RUSSELL: [I grin and turn my head quickly, my mouth taking yours with playful ferocity, my tongue exploring deep as my hand comes back, clutching its prize.]
RUSSELL: [My cock is hard, throbbing despite your earlier attentions and my own release, fully primed and ready to go.]
KIRSTEN: [I reach down and stroke your cock gently, pleasantly surprised to find you at full size again. I tug on the flared, smooth head.]
RUSSELL: [I groan into your mouth, momentarily startled by the pleasure of your touch.]
KIRSTEN: [I use my thumb to spread your juices over your cockhead, then pull gently on you, tugging you by the root.]
RUSSELL: [I moan again, panting softly as I turn my lips from yours, then use my teeth to tear the plastic. I spit out the corner and use my teeth again to tear it open, deftly pulling out the franger inside and letting the wrapper drift to the floor like a gaudy, forgotten flower.]
KIRSTEN: [I seek your lips again, pulling you to me, letting my tongue roam around your mouth, exploring you, tasting you.]
RUSSELL: [I close my eyes as my mouth closes over your impossibly soft lips, breathing hard through my nose with every tug of your hand as your sweet flirty tongue explores.]
RUSSELL: Mmhhhnnhh.
KIRSTEN: [My leg hooks over your thigh, opening me to you. I stroke your thigh with my leg enticingly.]
RUSSELL: [I reach down between us, the condom caught between my fingers, using my hand to reluctantly brush yours away so that I can ready myself for you. Working in the tight space between our bodies is a bit tricky and my brows pull in concentration.]
KIRSTEN: [My leg moves back to give you room to do your thing, watching in fascination as you work it onto yourself, your hand deft, but trembling slightly.]
RUSSELL: [I lean back on my knees, my cock pointing out over your body like a divining rod. My hands fumble slightly, then roll the condom down, stroking the fit right. A necessary evil, but one to which I submit gladly in order to join with you.]
KIRSTEN: [My foot strokes yours, my hand tangles in your chest hair, keeping you with me while you complete your task. I feel glad that you've taken precautions with me. It makes me feel protected and safe.]
RUSSELL: [My eyes watch yours as I stroke once more.]
RUSSELL: Mmm, is that what you want, honey? Y'want my big cock inside you?
KIRSTEN: Ohhh.. Yeah, baby. Please. I need it... Need you... Now... so much.
KIRSTEN: [My arms reach for you and my legs fall open.]
RUSSELL: [I lower down onto one hand braced by your hip as I use the other to rub my cockhead between your moist swollen lips, wetting the tip.]
KIRSTEN: [It feels so good. The anticipation is so strong as I feel you tease me.]
KIRSTEN: C'mon, Russell. Don't tease me... I want you.
RUSSELL: [The beast in my soul is howling now, baying for release, demanding pleasure. It's hard to make myself go slow, but I want to take my time, experience every delicious sensation of entering you. I poise my prick just outside your entry, leaning slightly, feeling my cock press between your tight inner lips insistently.]
KIRSTEN: Ohhhh... god... yeah...
KIRSTEN: [My hips arch to meet you, wanting you so much.]
RUSSELL: [I lean more, pushing forward, feeling your tight muscles slowly give way to admit me. I exhale a soft groan as my head moves inside you.]
RUSSELL: Hooohhhyehhhh, darlin.
KIRSTEN (Groaning, breathless) Oh... yeah...
KIRSTEN: More... give it to me...
RUSSELL: Uuhhnnnhhhh.....
RUSSELL: [I feel myself slipping deeper, pulled in naturally by the greedy grasping of your pussy, your thick inner walls widening to welcome me. My eyes grow heavy and slightly unfocused as I feel you grip me tight inside, sliding the last few inches in until I can go no further.]
KIRSTEN: [You feel so big in me. For a second I'm scared you'll be too big. You feel impossibly long and thick. I tighten up nervously.]
RUSSELL: [My brows pull hard as you clench on me, and I open my eyes, making them focus on you beneath me. My free hand comes up to stroke your soft cheek reassuringly.]
RUSSELL: S'okay, luv... you can do it.
KIRSTEN: (I bite my lip.) Is it in all the way?
RUSSELL: Just a little more.
KIRSTEN: (I feel fear... afraid I'll be impaled, afraid it will hurt.) I can't take any more. God...So big... You're a horse.
RUSSELL: [I reach down and grasp your thigh, lifting your leg high on my hip even as my belly tightens in pleasure at your assessment. My eyes go tender on you, mindful of my endowment and determined to be gentle as your body works to accept me.]
RUSSELL: (My tone low, soothing.) S'okay, luv... Easy goin'. Mmm... You feel so good, Kirsten... just a little more, baby, you can take it.
KIRSTEN: [I try to relax and open up. I feel stretched wide and filled almost impossibly full.]
RUSSELL: [I lean slightly as I feel you open to me, but my head is brushing as deep as I seem able to go. It feels like I'm at the mouth of your womb, and the aim here is pleasure, not pain, so I hold where I am.]
KIRSTEN: (I gasp at the feeling of being filled completely by your big cock.) God. It feels soo good!
KIRSTEN: ...Soo good, Russell.
RUSSELL: [My fuzzy balls hang low, brushing against the round curve where your ass meets your legs. A slow, mellow smile moves across my face, it feels so good to be inside you at last.]
RUSSELL: Mmm, luv... beauty.
RUSSELL: [I roll my hips slowly, moving myself inside you.]
KIRSTEN: [My breath catches and my fingertips press into your massive arms as I feel you exploring me, feeling deep inside me with your cock.]
RUSSELL: [I slide my hand up the bed, moving lower into your embrace as my hips rock slowly, stroking me inside your tight wet heat.]
RUSSELL: Ooohhh, luv.
RUSSELL: [I feel your arms wrap around me as our bodies meet, your legs tight around mine.]
KIRSTEN: [I give myself over to your slow, deliberate and masterful lovemaking, letting you ride me. This is just how I knew it would be, back when we first danced. You move over me with an animal power, almost taking me over, yet somehow making me feel powerful in return.]
RUSSELL: [Each stroking thrust is punctuated by the voice of my pleasure, low grunts and groans, gasps of pleasure and hissing breaths, the beast driving me now, my mind swirling red heat as I rock into you again and again.]
RUSSELL: Hoh...
RUSSELL: Uhn....
RUSSELL: Fffuuck....
RUSSELL: Sssssffff...Yeh.
RUSSELL: Huh...
RUSSELL: Huh...
RUSSELL: Huh!
KIRSTEN: [I feel you give in to your passion, becoming a rutting beast, a wild beast, and I love it. I revel in it. It makes me feel so womanly. My moans of passion become quicker, matching yours.]
KIRSTEN: Haah.
KIRSTEN: Mmmm.
RUSSELL: [My awareness softens even as I concentrate on the tight feel of moving in and out of your hot grasping cunt. I know only motion and pleasure, one feeding the other, driving me on and on, the tight feeling inside me growing more insistent, like the light at the end of a tunnel.]
KIRSTEN: [I feel the tickle building in me as you rut.]
KIRSTEN: Hoh baby... I'm gonna come. You're gonna make me come!
RUSSELL: [A light sheen of sweat springs up on my body, making my skin shine in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.]
RUSSELL: Yes.. Do it, luv!
RUSSELL: Come for me, Kirsten.
RUSSELL: Do it, give it to me.
RUSSELL: Come.
RUSSELL: [My thrusts go short and hard, rabbiting me into you, seeking your release. I want it, it's mine, I've earned it, like a prize you will give to me.]
KIRSTEN: [I look up at you, your dark curls flopping in your face, shiny with sweat. You look magnificent as you urge me on, giving me permission to release. I shut my eyes to surrender fully to pleasure's grip, grabbing you around the hips to better feel you rutting against me. I lose it, lose myself...]
KIRSTEN: (I start screaming...) Ooooooooaaahhhh!
RUSSELL: [Your voice rises suddenly from panting audible gasps to screams of pure pleasure unleashed, so full and throaty that it sends shivers of sympathetic pleasure over me.]
RUSSELL: Huh, yeh, yeh,... hoh yehh!
KIRSTEN: [I am in the throes of my orgasm, so hard and strong, it feels like it goes on forever. As the sound of my shouts fade, I grab you to stop you so that I can recover.]
RUSSELL: [My face pulls tight as your body clenches hard to stop me. Stopping is hard, my instinct is to go on plowing you, but you're gasping for air now, momentarily spent, and I force myself still, quivering slightly like a horse on a twitch.]
KIRSTEN: [I open my eyes and see you looking down at me, pleased. Suddenly I am gripped by another one. I grab you again to pull you to me.]
RUSSELL: [As your body arches to mine again, my hips react, thrusting me in and out hard and fast. I can feel your fists, fingers laced and knotted, pressing at the small of my back, guiding me to aid your release.]
RUSSELL: [The bed shakes with every hard thrust, a tiny squeak from the springs marking our pace.]
KIRSTEN: [I come so strong, it almost feels like a continuation of the last one, yet it's separate and different and joyful. I hear myself scream again as if listening to someone else's voice.]
RUSSELL: Hoh god, yes, baby, yeh, let it go luv ... god, you're so fuckin beautiful.
KIRSTEN: [It feels perfect. You have already discovered the rhythms of my body, the rhythms of my coming. I look up at you, grateful and pleased as my body slows.]
RUSSELL: [I open my eyes as you pull us to a stop again and look down into your beaming face. There's a smile pushing at your cheeks and making your eyes dance. You look exhilarated, like a young girl, all sense of time and age erased from your face as your joy spreads.]
RUSSELL: [My own grin spreads in response, tugging at my panting lips.]
RUSSELL: God, luv, that's fucking amazing.
KIRSTEN: [I look into your eyes and feel an ancient connection between us. I smile a shy smile.]
KIRSTEN: You're amazing.
RUSSELL: So beautiful, Kirsten. (My fingertips stroke your cheek.)
RUSSELL: [My heart feels very full of you in this moment, like we are sharing something special that will connect us always.]
KIRSTEN: [I see a look of tenderness in your eyes, male tenderness and protectiveness. I love it, love to see it there.]
RUSSELL: [I lean down and pull slow tender kisses from your lips. Loving this feeling, ready for more.]
KIRSTEN: [I feel your bottled up passion, ready for release. I start moving my hips to encourage you.]
RUSSELL: [I feel a tightening in my stomach, an urgency. My balls draw up tight as I begin to thrust hard and quick again.]
RUSSELL: Huh!
KIRSTEN: (low) C'mon baby. C'mon.
KIRSTEN: You're fucking me. So good.
KIRSTEN: (Panting with you now, wanting to inspire your orgasm.) So deep!
RUSSELL: [My head tosses back in a shower of dark wild curls. I can hear your voice calling to me, urging me to release myself inside you.]
RUSSELL: Huh!
RUSSELL: HHUH!
KIRSTEN: (whispering) Yeah! That's it.
KIRSTEN: Come in me.
RUSSELL: [My hips beat harder at the back of your legs as my strokes become faster, seeking to push myself over the edge into the vortex. The tight pulling of your sweet pussy stroking me with each thrust is almost unbearably delicious.]
RUSSELL: Huh!
RUSSELL: Hoh god!
RUSSELL: HUH!
RUSSELL: HUUH!
KIRSTEN: Yeah, baby. You're fucking me soo good.
KIRSTEN: Fucking in me.
RUSSELL: [I feel like an animal, fighting myself, bucking wildly, barking out hard husky gasping grunts of pleasure.]
RUSSELL: Huh... Fffuuck! Huuuh,.. HHUHH!
KIRSTEN: (My voice is low, urging you on.) That's it. Come on! Let go. Come in me! Your cock is fucking me! ... Fucking me so good!
RUSSELL: [I pause, my expression tight as I feel a roar build in my throat, my voice releasing as my seed does, and I lose all sense of everything but the warm heat exploding ecstasy through every cell of my body.]
KIRSTEN: [I hold you tightly, looking up to see your magnificent form poised and shaking over me, head thrown back, a snarl of bliss so sweet it looks almost painful etched across your face. Your body is soaked with sweat, the sweat of our lovemaking. To know that I helped bring you there, that I caused a reaction like this in someone so much stronger than myself is a heady powerful jolt.]
KIRSTEN: [The scent of your male body, your hair rises to my nostrils. I lick the side of your neck to bring it inside me. You taste salty.]
RUSSELL: [A moment of sweetness, darkness swirling... and then my senses slowly come flooding back to me, the feel of your body under mine, your grasping muscles milking out the last of my climax, your arms and legs tight around me.]
RUSSELL: [After a moment, I open my eyes and smile.]
KIRSTEN: [I am watching you, waiting for you to come back to reality. I see you start to come down from your sexual high and my beatific smile matches yours.]
KIRSTEN: (A gentle whisper.) Hey.
RUSSELL: (I blink twice then my grin spreads under my glittering eyes as I focus on you.) That was... magnificent.
KIRSTEN: [I blink in embarrassment and pleasure.]
KIRSTEN (shyly) I'm glad.
RUSSELL: (My grin pushes deeper into my cheeks.) Jesus, Kirsten... When y'smile like that... you look.... I dunno. (soft chuckle) ... Y'look very young.
KIRSTEN [I look away, suddenly shy but pleased. My spirit, my soul, feels young to me and it seems as if you can see it. I look back to your eyes, letting you see inside me.]
RUSSELL: [I move down onto my elbows, my sweaty chest resting to yours, lowering into your embrace.]
KIRSTEN: [I wrap my arms around you, welcoming you to me, feeling my hands slide on your sweaty back.]
RUSSELL: [From my new closer vantage point my eyes rove over your face. Though your smile is shy, you're almost beaming, glowing from within. And you do look young, it wasn't a line. You look like you're in your late teens or early 20's, hardly a grown woman, let alone one a few years my senior. Only the tiny lines at the corners of your eyes might give you away, but when you smile like this, your face is smoothed, beaming, and they disappear.]
KIRSTEN: [I see a light in your eyes, and though I can't tell what you're thinking, I can see you're well pleased with me. A warm feeling suffuses me. I know I have a silly grin on my face, but I can't seem to make it go away.]
RUSSELL: (My voice is soft, mellow and pleased.) You're really beautiful, y'know that?
KIRSTEN: [Again, I look away momentarily, momentarily made shy by your compliment. Then my eyes come back to you, bringing my voice with them.]
KIRSTEN: (Quietly) Thank you, Russell.
RUSSELL: [My lips keep tugging my grin into my cheeks. I can't see it, but it feels like a slightly mellower version of the smile you can't seem to shake off.]
RUSSELL: Why're you thanking me? (another soft chuckle.) I didn't make you beautiful.
KIRSTEN: But you noticed.
RUSSELL: Kinda hard not to. (My grinning lips lower to yours and pull a slow, tender kiss.)
KIRSTEN: [I lose myself in your sweet kiss, the room fading away till nothing but our lips exist.]
RUSSELL: [Your lips are soft and sweet under my own, willing, meeting mine eagerly, not passive. I like that. That and the sweet taste of your mouth - heavenly.]
RUSSELL: [My lips finally slide reluctantly away from yours, my nose nuzzling into your silky cheek.]
KIRSTEN: Mmmm. Russell.
KIRSTEN: [You feel so good on me. So heavy and right.]
RUSSELL: (My fingertips stroke your shiny hair, not much longer than mine, but so different, darker, silkier, straighter.) So nice, Kirsten, so nice to be here with you like this.
RUSSELL: [I nuzzle a kiss to the soft spot under your jaw.]
KIRSTEN (still whispering) Yes... yes... I like it here... like it with you.
KIRSTEN: [I feel trusting of you, and in return sense your trust of me.]
RUSSELL: Mmmm. (I kiss your ear and push up on my elbows again, smiling down at you.)
KIRSTEN: [I look at your eyes and see so many things in them, things I can only guess and wonder at.]
RUSSELL: [I watch you look at me and little crinkles form around my eyes to match my smile. I wonder what you're looking for, what you see.]
RUSSELL: (softly) What?
KIRSTEN: [Not willing to give voice to my thoughts and questions, I break the spell another way.]
KIRSTEN: (grinning) You hungry yet?
RUSSELL: [My brows climb higher over my grin as my eyes widen a little. Suddenly, now that you've mentioned it, I'm ravenous.]
RUSSELL: I could eat, yeh. You?
KIRSTEN: Oh yeah. I was hungry when I came here! What do you have for me?
RUSSELL: (soft chuckle) Well, what time is it?
KIRSTEN: [I am trapped under you and cannot twist to look at the clock.]
RUSSELL: [I straighten out my arm to look at my watch.]
RUSSELL: Hmm. (My brows pull a moment, then I grin.) Reckon the kitchen still has our order.
KIRSTEN: (licking my lips) And what would that be?
RUSSELL: Here, luv, let me up to attend to things....
RUSSELL: [I push up a little, separating our upper bodies. Our lower halves are still tangled and connected.]
KIRSTEN: [I grab onto you so you don't unmate with me too quickly.]
RUSSELL: (I grin at your unwillingness to let me go.) Y'gotta let me up if you want to eat, darlin'.
KIRSTEN: Easy. ....Just go slowly.
RUSSELL: (A little nod.) Okay. I'll go slow.
KIRSTEN: [I ease up my hold.]
RUSSELL: [I move slowly, first getting my legs for balance, then reaching down between us, holding on as I disengage gently, mindful not to spill my seed.]
KIRSTEN: [I whimper as you leave me, reluctant to lose you from my body.]
RUSSELL: (A little wince of sympathy as I slip from you, still heavy and semi hard, but it wasn't going to last much longer.) Sorry.
KIRSTEN: (quietly) S'okay, as long as you come back inside me again soon.
RUSSELL: (A little nod as I roll over onto my back beside you and skin off the condom, giving it a twist and dropping it into the bedside bin.) That's a promise I'd be happy to keep, luv.
KIRSTEN: (A sly sideways glance.) Oh, so now you're making promises again.
RUSSELL: (I catch your meaning and my grin pulls up crookedly.) Only the ones I know I can keep.
KIRSTEN: So... you're promising to make love to me again... soon?
RUSSELL: (Waving three fingers together, a Scout's salute) Yep.
KIRSTEN: (Nodding) Good. Because I'll need you to satisfy me again, real soon.
RUSSELL: Okey dokey, luv. But, right now... I need the loo.
RUSSELL: [I peck a quick kiss to your lips and roll off the bed.]
KIRSTEN: (Giving you a little push, giggling.) Go, then!
RUSSELL: I'm a'goin'! (I giggle as I pad to a door beside the bureau.)
KIRSTEN: [I watch you as you walk naked, a picture of male beauty.]
RUSSELL: [I step inside, then my face pops back around the doorframe into the room, grinning.]
RUSSELL: Salmon, by the way. And pasta.
KIRSTEN: (I throw the blanket over myself, experiencing a chill now that the heat of your body has left mine.) Mmmm. Sounds great!
RUSSELL: [I nod and disappear again, closing the door.]
KIRSTEN: [I flip onto my stomach, feeling satisfied all over. But the ache of your leaving my body does not readily ease. There is an emptiness inside me.]
RUSSELL: [I'm only gone a few minutes, then you hear a muffled flush, water in the basin. A moment later, I'm back, wearing an open hotel robe, my big cock hanging loosely from its nest of curls between my legs, well used but still proudly on display.]
RUSSELL: There's an extra robe in there, if y'want it. (I hook my thumb back in the direction I've just come from.)
KIRSTEN: [As you come back in, I watch you all but strut, confident and cocky, and I can't resist. I throw the covers back and get up to stroll by you slowly, putting my body equally on proud display for you as I move to get the robe you've offered.]
RUSSELL: [As you pass by, I can't resist. I give the meat of your lovely heart shaped ass a playful smack.]
KIRSTEN: [I yelp and try to cover my ass to protect against further smacks, then speed up my pace to the bathroom, shooting you a look over my shoulder.]
RUSSELL: [I walk back to the bed, now tying the robe around me, then reaching for my smokes on the bedstand. Sure, I could have brought you the robe, but then I wouldn't have had as much fun getting to enjoy your sleek body and the confident way you move. I can't help grinning at your yelp, eyes sparkling as I lick my lips, then shove my ciggie between them, barely able to swallow my smile long enough to get it lit.]
RUSSELL: [While you're in the loo, washing up, I call down to the kitchen.]
RUSSELL: [Yes, they're still holding our order (of course they are!) Yes, they can have it brought up straight away.]
RUSSELL: [Despite the truffles all over the other room, I order up Afters, too, a fruit tart, a chocolate mousse, a selection of biscuits to go with coffee. Recalling your remark out on the balcony, I ask for a bowl of whipped cream.]
KIRSTEN: [I look around the bathroom, taking it in. Gold fixtures, a smell of hotel soap, and your bottles and men's things strewn about. I look at everything as the water runs. Cool Water cologne (which I had already identified on your skin), unfamiliar brands of toiletries. No razors or shave cream in sight. A wet washcloth is balled up on the sink. I take a clean one and wet it with hot water, then wring it and soothe myself between the legs. I wash my face and arms, then towel off and put on the robe. Casually I leave it open as you did, then open the door to join you.]
RUSSELL: [When you come back, I'm stretched out on the bed, propped up against a pile of pillows, my furry legs stretched out, one ankle crossed over the other. I'm feeling good, and it shows. A small smile curls on my lips as I watch the smoke dance up like cobweb lace as I exhale, then I hear the door and turn to see you returning.]
RUSSELL: All better?
KIRSTEN: [I smile at you through your cloud of smoke. Like a kid I jump up on the bed, straddling you, standing above you, my robe undone, hands on my hips.]
KIRSTEN: Much better, thank you!
RUSSELL: [My gaze starts at your feet, your pretty toes then slowly works its way up your body. By the time I get to your eyes, my brow is arched high over a freshly spread grin that I can't seem to lick away, no matter how hard I try.]
KIRSTEN: [I look at you expectantly.]
KIRSTEN: Where's my dinner?
RUSSELL: (Chuckling) On its way up.
KIRSTEN: (I look down between your legs, smirking.) Promise?
RUSSELL: Ha! (I toss back my head with a laugh.) That's for after.
KIRSTEN: (I drop to my knees with a bounce, still straddling you, my hands on either side of you.) Oh yeah?
RUSSELL: (My brow wiggles as my expression pulls sly and playful.) I ordered up a treat.
KIRSTEN: (Eagerly) What kind of treat?
RUSSELL: You'll see.
KIRSTEN: [I bend down and kiss along your jawline.]
RUSSELL: [I hold my cigarette to the side, being considerate of your closeness, not wanting to accidentally burn you or get smoke in your eyes.]
KIRSTEN: [The nearer I get to your mouth with my nibbles, the more you smell of fresh tobacco. A good smell.]
RUSSELL: (low like a purr) Mmmm, luv. Your foots on the pedal, but I dunno if you're gonna get the engine to turn over again just yet.
KIRSTEN: [Your beard tickles my nose and I reach up to rub it, scratching in with my nails, stirring up your personal scent, which I breathe in deeply.]
RUSSELL: Mmmmmm. (The purr moves lower, into my chest. You're making me feel like a big cat, well sated.)
KIRSTEN: [There's no immediate goal here, I'm just enjoying your intense smell and the feel of you.]
RUSSELL: [I tilt away a little, pulling a lazy drag, then blow the smoke off over your head as I remember the tigers in Malta. The way they'd lay in their cages after being fed, blinking indolently, expression both imperious and amused as they flicked their long striped tails. ]
KIRSTEN: [I duck under your chin so I don't get any smoke in my eyes, lowering myself, settling in the crook of your arm contentedly. I'm starting to feel cool, so I pull my robe around me with my free hand.]
RUSSELL: (A little chuckle as my eyes angle down at you as you close your robe.) There goes the view.
RUSSELL: [My arm wraps around you, cuddling you against my shoulder, curling you to my body.]
KIRSTEN: Oh, you'll get plenty more opportunity to see that. If you're good.
RUSSELL: [My free arm stretches off to tap my ash into the bowl on the bedstand. I leave my smoke there for the moment as I roll towards you, my leg wrapping around yours possessively.]
RUSSELL: What? Wasn't I just good?
KIRSTEN: Damn good, I should say. But, I wouldn't want you to get too cocky about it... (coyly) We may need to do it again, to make sure.
RUSSELL: Mmmm, give me time woman. (I chuckle low and soft.) And a chance to refuel.
KIRSTEN: Oh, I wasn't talking about now. I'm sore, too. I wouldn't let you again now even if you asked me. Even if you beg.
RUSSELL: [Beg? I snicker at that and kiss you lightly. You're very cute.]
RUSSELL: C'mon, let's get ready to eat.
KIRSTEN: [With grace, I get out of bed, spot my dress, and slip the robe off, letting it glide to the floor. I kneel down to pick up my dress, and slip it easily over my head, then look around for my panties. Nowhere to be seen.]
KIRSTEN: Russell, have you seen my panties?
RUSSELL: [I'm looking at you incredulously, but with amusement, and a little idle hunger, having just been watching your bare ass while you weren't looking.]
RUSSELL: What d'ya need your panties for?
KIRSTEN: (I look back at you with a bemused look.) Why, do you want them off me?
RUSSELL: (Countering playfully.) Why do you need clothes at all?
KIRSTEN: So that you have something to take off when you want to see my body.
RUSSELL: (I wince a pleasured grin at that, like your sexiness scores a direct hit somewhere deep inside.) God damn.
KIRSTEN: [I see your reaction, so male, and lick my lips, trying to hide my smile.]
RUSSELL: (I shrug easily and roll off the bed) Leave them off, darlin', you don't need 'em.
KIRSTEN: [I run my hand up from my stomach to my breast, looking directly at you. Inviting your lust.]
KIRSTEN: Then I will.
RUSSELL: Good.
RUSSELL: [My hand slips into the pocket of my robe and touches your knotted up thong, my prize, then I pick up my smoke, pull a last drag, and grind it out. I think for a moment about if I should dress too, then decide not to. Why? It just seems like a lot of fuss and bother. After all, I'm covered and we'll only be nude again soon.]
RUSSELL: (I turn and grin at you, hold out my hand) Y'ready?
KIRSTEN: (I walk over to you and give you my hand.) I'm more than ready! I'm starved!
RUSSELL: Okey dokey.
RUSSELL: [I chuckle as I lead you out and down the low wide steps into the lounge room, still in slight disarray from our playing on the couch. At the foot of the steps, I kiss your hand, then turn you loose.]
RUSSELL: Pour us some more wine, luv?
KIRSTEN: (A small smile.) Of course.
RUSSELL: [Another few steps and I move down into the sunken sitting area, bending to scoop the fallen truffles off the floor and setting them on the table in their box, all except for the one I take a bite of.]
KIRSTEN: [I walk behind the bar and get two fresh glasses from the cabinet, taking the wine out of its ice bucket and pour them full. Holding them by their stems, I come back around the bar, watching you clean up. You look so cute in your robe, picking up just like anyone would, and in that moment, I again see you not as a Movie Star, but simply a man.]
RUSSELL: [I step up to where you are. I feel like I'm sauntering, I feel like a king, but I do what I can to tone it down a bit. Still, I suspect it's rolling off me in waves.]
RUSSELL: Here, darlin'.
RUSSELL: [I hold the half eaten treat out to you in my fingers.]
KIRSTEN: [I dip my head down to take it from your fingers, licking dust off them. Not spilling a drop of the wine.]
RUSSELL: (I find myself licking at my grin again, feeling vaguely wolfish.) My my my, luv....what a talented mouth you have.
KIRSTEN: (Smiling, nodding at the glasses.) And talented hands, too. And good balance.
KIRSTEN: [I give you a glass.]
RUSSELL: Thank you. (I clink it lightly against yours, then sip, my eyes watching you, grinning over the rim.)
KIRSTEN: [The glasses make the telltale high, tinny clink of fine crystal. I sip along with you, mirroring you.]
RUSSELL: [I lick a drop of wine from my lower lip and open my mouth, about to comment on the way your eyes are sparkling when there's a discreet knock at the door.]
KIRSTEN: [I look up at the door, then at you.]
RUSSELL: (I close my mouth to smile gallantly.) Make yourself comfy, I'll get it.
RUSSELL: [I hand you my glass again and move off towards the door, tightening the sash of my robe as I walk, back erect, shoulders squared.]
KIRSTEN: [I wait at the bar, wanting to stay out of the way, but watching you strut.]
RUSSELL: [I make sure it's room service then open the door. My body naturally blocks the view of the server who pretends not to be curious of me in my robe and his order of a late dinner for two. I don't let him in, just sign for the food, add a tip without really thinking and then send him off, bringing the cart in from the hall myself.]
KIRSTEN: [I'm relieved the waiter doesn't come into the room. I walk over with the wine, watching you deftly wheel in the cart.]
RUSSELL: [I lock the door and push the cart to the table, the silvery domes over the plates gleaming in the lights from over the bar.]
RUSSELL: [I park the cart and pull back a chair for you, giving you the seat facing the glass doors leading out to the garden patio, letting you have the view.]
RUSSELL: Milady?
KIRSTEN: [The smell of the food escaping from the cart reminds me of how famished I really am. I set the glasses on the table and accept the chair you've pulled out, helping tug it into place.]
RUSSELL: [As soon as you're seated, I take a plate from the cart and set it before you, whipping off the cover with a little flourish of a bow, playing the part of waiter better than I ever did when it was my job]
KIRSTEN: [I lace my hands together expectantly, gleefully watching you serve me.]
RUSSELL: [The unveiled plate holds swirls of pasta and chunks of sweet pink salmon in a light creamy sauce decorated with dustings of fresh herbs. Several asparagus spears lay along the side of the plate, darkly green beside the soft pastels of the main course.]
KIRSTEN: [I rub my palms together slowly, then put my fingertips on one side of my jaw, as if to 'lay me down to sleep'. Suddenly I realize it looks like I'm posing, and self-consciously, I clasp my hands in my lap.]
KIRSTEN: Russell. It looks beautiful. I love salmon.
RUSSELL: [I wink a grin at you as I quickly transfer the rest of the food to the table, my plate that matches yours, a basket of bread and butter. I add a plate of early summer tomatoes laying between thick slabs of fresh mozzarella, drizzled in fragrant moss coloured garlic-infused olive oil and freshly chopped basil.]
RUSSELL: Yeh, I saw this on the menu and... it just sounded really right for tonight, y'know?
KIRSTEN: (Grinning as I watch you.) Maybe a little more elegant than fish and chips, or a Wendy's burger?
RUSSELL: Wellllllll.... (I slide into my seat across from you, pulling my napkin down onto my lap as I settle in.) ...I thought about sending Mark out for some KFC, y'know? But I didn't know if you were an extra crispy or original recipe kinda girl.
RUSSELL: [I giggle at my own joke.]
KIRSTEN: (going along) Oh. For future reference? I like original. I like originals of everything--people especially.
RUSSELL: Yeh? Well, I'll remember that and try not to repeat on you.
KIRSTEN: (Thinking quickly.) Well, some things are okay to repeat.
RUSSELL: [I wink again then notice that something doesn't seem quite right. Something is missing. I squint and tilt my head, thinking a moment, trying to figure out what it is.]
KIRSTEN: [I watch you, looking confused, and wonder what's up. I lay my napkin on my lap and take another sip of my wine.]
RUSSELL: [My brows furrow then my eyes widen with a smile as I dig my lighter out of my pocket and lean up to light the candles.]
KIRSTEN: [I smile gratefully at the small but important touch.]
RUSSELL: [I get up and dial down the lights, grabbing the rest of the wine after returning the lighter to the pocket of my robe. I sit down again with a smile.]
RUSSELL: Well, it's not Hank's, but it'll do, I reckon.
KIRSTEN: (Looking up expectantly.) There's one more thing, Russell.
RUSSELL: Uh oh. (I cock my head again.) What'd I forget? Music?
KIRSTEN: Yep!
RUSSELL: [I realise that the CD we left playing has long since ended while we were adjourned to the other room.]
RUSSELL: Y'know, I was just thinking that dinner needed a soundtrack.
KIRSTEN: (grinning) How about some TOFOG?
KIRSTEN: [I watch you, wondering how you'll react, wondering if you'll catch this reference to my knowing about you.]
RUSSELL: [I get back up, smiling easily as I pad over to the stereo, shaking my head and chuckling.]
RUSSELL: How about something a bit more... uhm, romantic?
RUSSELL: [I pause by a portable CD carrier, start to flip through, one bare foot standing on the other as I scan the options.]
KIRSTEN: Sure. Surprise me.
RUSSELL: [I flip back and forth, debating between classical and Chet Baker, then go for the classical, a CD I had Dave burn for me, Beethoven piano concertos, some Chopin, Mozart. It's a mellow, lushly romantic mix.]
KIRSTEN: [I think to myself, Good choice. Nice. Unobtrusive.]
RUSSELL: [I flick a glance over to you, looking for approval in your posture. Your shoulders look relaxed, so I leave it on, padding back to take my seat at the table with you again.]
RUSSELL: [I shake out my napkin, set it across my lap again and smile at you.]
KIRSTEN: [I wait for you to start.]
RUSSELL: [I pick up my fork, nod an expectant smile your way. You are the lady, after all.]
RUSSELL: After you.
KIRSTEN: [Pleased at your display of manners, I take up my fork and delicately spear a small chunk of salmon. I pop it in my mouth and savor the rich flavor.]
RUSSELL: [I smile as I watch you, enjoying the soft play of expression on your pretty face.]
KIRSTEN: Mmmm. It's really delicious, Russell.
KIRSTEN: [I eye the pasta, wondering how I'll eat it without making a mess. I decide to cut it with my fork, which I start to do between small mouthfuls of salmon.]
RUSSELL: Good, glad you like it.
RUSSELL: [I twist a few thick strands of pasta around my fork and spear a chunk of salmon to secure it. A nice hearty mouthful, some of everything.]
KIRSTEN: [I watch you dig in lustily. It's delightful to watch someone eat who really enjoys it.]
RUSSELL: [My eyes narrow in pleasure as I chew then I lick my lips as I reach for my wine.]
RUSSELL: Mm. (I nod happily as I chew.) ... It is good.
KIRSTEN: [I smile at that, then take a sip from my water glass. No sense in getting too tipsy; the night is young.]
RUSSELL: [I sip and then settle back, picking up an asparagus spear with my fingers, munching it thoughtfully as I watch you eat.]
RUSSELL: So.
KIRSTEN: [I take a roll in my hands, breaking it in two, then again in two. I butter it and taking a small bite as I wait for you to speak.]
RUSSELL: [I see you watching me, try to decide where to take this. I know so little about you. You're beautiful, you're sexy, you're incredible in bed, a good dancer, a light drinker... but... I'm curious to know more.]
RUSSELL: (I pull a breath, toy with my wineglass in my hand. My chuckle bubbles up softly as my eyes cut away at a shy angle.) Reckon I've seen all your piercings now, huh?
KIRSTEN: (Laughing) Yep, I think they have all been revealed! (leaning closer) Unless you want me to get another one, just for you.
RUSSELL: Nah, luv. (I pick up my fork, spear another bite.) Not my style to ask.
RUSSELL: [My grin never leaves as I chew the food.]
KIRSTEN: [Feeling chagrined despite your smile, I pick up my roll again and tear another piece off it carefully with my fingers. No butter this time, I bite a little bit of it and chew thoughtfully.]
RUSSELL: [I peek up at you from under my lashes as I lean up to spear a juicy red slab of tomato and thick slice of mozzarella.]
RUSSELL: Gotta say, though? They're really sexy.
KIRSTEN: [I brighten at this. I was almost thinking you didn't approve of them. I busily cut my pasta and take another bite.]
KIRSTEN: [Not trusting myself to talk, I steal glances at your face while you eat. Your lashes, so long, the familiar hoods over your eyes... up close, I still can't tell the color. Blue? Green? Hazel? Maybe all three.]
RUSSELL: (Almost to myself as I cut up the veg and cheese.) Really sexy.
KIRSTEN: [Why is it that two people can share a bed, but then become almost shy with each other when they are out of it? I wonder silently.]
KIRSTEN: (I take a sip of wine.) Yeah? Have you ever thought about getting one yourself?
RUSSELL: What? A piercing? (I sit back, blinking in surprise.) Um... hmmm.
RUSSELL: [I think as I chew, brows pulling over eyes that slant off as I give this deep consideration.]
KIRSTEN: (Amused at your surprise.) Yeah. You can take them out when you want to, y'know.
RUSSELL: Y'know? During the 80's? There mighta been a short period where it seemed fashionable to do the ear pierce? What with the band and all?
KIRSTEN: But you didn't have one then?
RUSSELL: (I shrug easily as I wrap pasta on my fork and spear more fish to anchor it.) Honestly? It's just not my thing, y'know? I mean, I've always had a very transitory lifestyle, so I was aware at an early age that things change over and over.
RUSSELL: [I take the bite then lean back and scratch my beard as I chew.]
KIRSTEN: And piercings represent permanence to you, then?
RUSSELL: Well. (My eyes come back to you with a little easy smile.) I reckon they do. Yeh.
RUSSELL: [I sit up and consider an asparagus spear.]
RUSSELL: What about you? How long have you had yours?
KIRSTEN: (I smile back.) Not long. A few months.
RUSSELL: Yeh? (My brows rise in interest.) So, what prompted that?
KIRSTEN: [I push the food around on my plate. I'm full.]
RUSSELL: [I munch the crisp al dente stalk.]
KIRSTEN: They represented a gift to myself, more than anything.
KIRSTEN: Something private, something I could choose to show or not show, as I felt... Part of my journey.
RUSSELL: Really. (I lean up, arm on the table, fingers of both hands lacing as I listen. This is very interesting stuff.)
KIRSTEN: [I take a sip of wine, unwilling to continue until I hear strong encouragement. I don't want to chatter.]
RUSSELL: [I'm curious to know if this was before or after your relationship ended. Seems fairly close from what I recall, but, I don't ask.]
KIRSTEN: [I watch you shift positions, and notice how broad your chest is from this new angle.]
RUSSELL: So this umm... this journey you're on? Are we talking like a "Life Journey"? (My fingers describe the quotes in the air.) Or something else? A more specific portion of the whole?
KIRSTEN: (Encouraged, I continue.) More specific than that. Y'know, (smile) I'm a little older than you. Not much older, but some. There comes a point when you reevaluate things.
RUSSELL: [It's not often that I get to delve this deep with someone new, and it's nice to be on the asking end of things for a change. As always, I find that I learn as much by watching your expressions and the story behind your eyes as from your words themselves.]
KIRSTEN: It's part of that, I guess. Deciding, do you want to be with this person, your current mate, for the rest of your life? And who are you, yourself? How do you define yourself?
KIRSTEN: I just couldn't see myself in a rocking chair, getting older. I wanted to live more, and the marriage didn't seem to be part of that.
RUSSELL: Sure. (I nod at that, my eyes intent on you.) ...I mean, you're really a very young woman. (Shy chuckle.) Not that I'd ask, but....
RUSSELL: [My eyes come back after a little flick away.]
RUSSELL: It's hard to believe you're even a minute older than me, Kirsten.
KIRSTEN: (The corners of my lips curl up in a smile and I cock my head.) I'm not ashamed of my age, Russell.
RUSSELL: (With an easy grin as I reach for my wine again.) I didn't say y'should be.
KIRSTEN: (Impish grin) But that doesn't mean I'm going to tell you.
RUSSELL: Well, honestly? If I had to guess? I'd put you at about.... (My eyes narrow on you, weighing what I've seen and experienced.)
KIRSTEN: [I lean forward, wondering what you'll say.]
RUSSELL: ....Somewhere between 32 and 34.
RUSSELL: (Adding.) At most. And I'm not being polite.
KIRSTEN: [I smirk at your obvious ploy to get me to reveal my age by guessing low.]
KIRSTEN: (coyly) Oh, a little higher.
RUSSELL: [I grin, reaching into my robe to rub at the patch of hair on my chest.]
RUSSELL: I said if I had to guess, darlin'.
KIRSTEN: Well, you'd have to guess ten years higher.
RUSSELL: [I blink, then smile a very impressed smile.]
RUSSELL: Bollocks.
KIRSTEN: [I can't resist smirking again. I'm in much better shape than you, I don't smoke and I drink lightly. My life is stressful, but nothing like yours.]
KIRSTEN: Oh, it's true, Russell. Clean living will do it.
RUSSELL: Ha! (I toss back my head with a short laugh, come back shaking my head but smiling, my eyes glittering and untroubled.) Y'know? People keep telling me that.
RUSSELL: [I lift my wine in a little salute to the concept of good advice, clearly ignored.]
KIRSTEN: [I lift my glass and tap it to yours.]
RUSSELL: [I force back my grin to swallow a healthy gulp of wine, then reach for the bottle to refill it.]
KIRSTEN: Well, whatever works for ya. I just like how I feel. And I like it when men think I'm a decade younger than I am.
RUSSELL: Honey? Whatever it is you're doing? It very much works for you.
RUSSELL: [My eyes continue to glitter as I offer to refill your glass with the last of the wine.]
KIRSTEN: (I take my wineglass and put it close to the wine bottle.) Thanks.
KIRSTEN: I work hard for it, you know.
RUSSELL: So happens I like older women. (My eyes go deeper on yours as I pour.)
RUSSELL: ...Always have.
RUSSELL: [My eyes move appreciatively over you, taking in your shape under the fine dark fabric of your dress.]
KIRSTEN: [I feel happy when you say this. There are so many sweet young things running around, no doubt throwing themselves at you, that to be appreciated so makes me feel very special. Makes me feel like you can see beyond the outer layers and to my soul.]
RUSSELL: Besides... you've got that young smile.
KIRSTEN: (My smile dips shy, lowering my chin) Yeah?
RUSSELL: It's a nice combination. Like you're both strong and wise, yet very very sweet.
RUSSELL: [I set the bottle down and pick up my glass again, tilting it your way.]
RUSSELL: Here's to you, Kirsten... and your smile.
KIRSTEN: [I tap my glass to yours, nodding.]
KIRSTEN: And yours.
KIRSTEN: (I look directly into your eyes.) Y'know, when I look in your eyes, I see so many things there.
RUSSELL: Yeh? (My gaze stays on you over the rim of my glass as I sip.)
KIRSTEN: Yeah. I see pain... and longing.
KIRSTEN: You have a lot of desires that are unfulfilled.
KIRSTEN: [I like to talk about real things, not just the superficial. We have shared a bed, but it's important to me to also share our souls.]
RUSSELL: [I blink away shyly as your words hit, using the act of setting my wine down to cover my surprise.]
RUSSELL: (When my gaze finds yours again, my eyes have toughened. A shade has been drawn. I shrug.) Well, that's life, y'know?
KIRSTEN: [I notice you freeze up a little.]
KIRSTEN: Russell--I didn't mean--
KIRSTEN: (With a small defeated sigh.) ... Didn't mean anything by that. I just want to be honest, share our true selves, share our journeys. Even if our journeys are different.
RUSSELL: (I smile, but it's only on my lips.) No worries.
RUSSELL: I mean, I can't complain, y'know? I have the life I always dreamed of.
RUSSELL: [I toss back my floppy hair with a cavalier shrug.]
KIRSTEN: [I can't be anything but honest, even if it hoses things up.]
KIRSTEN: You don't, though, do you? (Cutting through the bullshit) I mean, you don't have the life you dreamed of.
RUSSELL: [I sigh, fighting off goosebumps as my eyes go serious, but more honest.]
RUSSELL: There's a thing or two I'd like to complete it, I reckon.
KIRSTEN: [The room seems suddenly silent. The CD must have stopped playing long ago.]
KIRSTEN: (speaking in a compassionate but honest tone.) Yeah? You want more than you already have?
RUSSELL: [I lean back in my chair again, not looking at you as I roll circles on the tablecloth with the bottom of my glass.]
KIRSTEN: What is it that you lack, you want?
RUSSELL: Sounds a bit fucked, doesn't it? (My lips twist almost bitterly around my smile.) I mean... here's a man who seems to have it all, right? Top of my game, career wise, in a position to pick and choose doing what I like?
KIRSTEN: (I speak with kindness, yet with frank honesty.) Nah. You don't seem to have it all, not to me.
RUSSELL: I've got mates, I own land, big toys, fine things.
KIRSTEN: (Softly. I know that I should let this go, but now that we're here, I can't.) And none of it means anything, does it?
KIRSTEN: (trying to soften the brutal honesty of our exchange) Except the cows. The cows are nice.
KIRSTEN: [Whoops, showed my fan-dom there. Shut up, Kirsten.]
RUSSELL: (I swallow hard, then smile.) Yeh, I like the cows.
KIRSTEN: (Can't stop once I've started.) And Honey. She's nice.
RUSSELL: All my animals. (My eyes raise to you again. For a split second, I wonder, wonder about how much you know, or rather what you've read and think you know.) Their love and need of me is very pure. And I can nurture and care for them in return.
KIRSTEN: (I smile understandingly.) The hardest thing for you is probably how to know when someone's love is pure for you. I mean, people who are famous, or rich, they never know, do they? They don't know until they lose it, who their real friends are. And therefore it becomes a curse.
KIRSTEN: (Clarifying hastily) I don't mean friends like Mark. I mean the women you meet. The women you might fall in love with. It will always be hard to know whether they love you for yourself. Unlike your animals.
KIRSTEN: [My gaze stays on you as I speak. This is important to me. Both so that you'll see why I understand this about you, and also to give you a better understanding of me. To your credit, though I have made you a bit wary, your eyes stay with me, and I know that you're truly listening, hearing me.]
KIRSTEN: Y'know, I got a nice pot of insurance money when I turned 18. And I lost sight of who was a real friend. When I wanted to go out to dinner, I always offered to pay. It just seemed easier, and besides, I had a lot more money than they did. What it got me was all the friends money could buy. I was actually relieved when it ran out a few years later.
RUSSELL: [I shift in my chair a little, feeling the need to explain.]
RUSSELL: Look, Kirsten... I don't want to come off ungrateful for what I have. I've worked hard for it. All of it. Earned it, y'know? Just as anyone would.
KIRSTEN: (I shake my head in protest.) I don't think you're ungrateful for it at all. But, it's just not enough. Not enough for anyone.
RUSSELL: (With a brave little smile pressing my lips.) It would be nice to have someone to share it with. End a part of my journey.
KIRSTEN: (I give you a rueful smile.) The journey never ends, Russell. Not after the wedding. Never.
RUSSELL: [The comparison of the two journeys, yours and mine, suddenly hit me full force. Our needs, beyond tonight, seem diametrically opposed. I blink, barely hearing your words.]
KIRSTEN: ... It just keeps on. And you keep having to make decisions, every day, about the mate you're with, or the mate you're not with.
RUSSELL: (I focus back in but something has changed. It's subtle, but it's there.) Well, the searching part does.
KIRSTEN: [With the wisdom borne of having searched, found, and then found the result wanting, I just shake my head slightly. Not to disagree, because we are on different paths.]
KIRSTEN: (Resigned) Maybe you'll find what you're looking for, then.
RUSSELL: [I realise that your answer is making me feel defensive and work to take my reaction down a notch. After all, your answer is your answer. Not mine.]
RUSSELL: Well, y'know, I look to my folks for inspiration. (My smile rises more easily this time.) ...If they can find it, then I believe I can, too.
KIRSTEN: (An encouraging smile.) If you believe you can, then you can. And you'll know it when you see it, beyond a doubt. Don't believe it's the real thing until you know it. Listen to the voice inside you--
KIRSTEN: (Lightly, I add in a Chinese accent)--oh my grasshoppah!
RUSSELL: [I snicker at that, accepting your bid to lighten the mood.]
RUSSELL: Well, y'know my philosphy in the meantime?
KIRSTEN: (Smiling at what's to come) Whassat?
RUSSELL: [I tear off a chunk of roll and start using it to mop up the last of the sauce on my pasta plate. I pop the cream sodden tidbit into my mouth and chew behind a grin before answering, as if my actions are proof of my words.]
RUSSELL: Make the most of everything. All of it.
RUSSELL: Get life all over you, y'know?
RUSSELL: [My tone gets deeper and more cheerful with every proclamation.]
RUSSELL: Run wherever it takes you, dive straight in without checking if the water's cold.
KIRSTEN: (Enthusiastically.) Seize the day. Yeah!
KIRSTEN: And then you find happiness, or it finds you.
RUSSELL: Right! What's the sense of sitting around cryin' over what you don't have? (Shaking my head in disbelief at the fools who do.) ...You'll just miss out on life. It'll pass you by. And where's that at, y'know?
KIRSTEN: (happily) Yeah. You're right!
RUSSELL: Take risks!
RUSSELL: [I continue on, undaunted, getting up from the table and moving to the stereo. I slip a new disc in, an almost manic gleam in my smiling eyes as I come back.]
KIRSTEN: (Getting in the spirit.) Grab life, for all you're worth!
RUSSELL: Dance on tables!
KIRSTEN: Throw caution to the wind!
KIRSTEN: [I rise up to meet you, before I am completely overrun.]
RUSSELL: [I start removing the plates and glasses, gone are the candles, snuffed out and set aside.]
RUSSELL: C'mon!
RUSSELL: [I take your hand to help you up to the mostly cleared table top. The music is bright, cheery, inviting.]
KIRSTEN: [I watch you, fascinated. You're really going to do this!]
RUSSELL: Alley oop, luv!
RUSSELL: [My smile teases and be