Archive-name: Dreams/joan-don.txt
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Archive-title: Midwinter's Night Fantasy, A
Being a slightly edited copy of a conversation that might have taken
place in a private room on a national bulletin board . . .
Joan: I am lying on top of you in that velour robe of
yours . . . and you awoke.
Don: I gently push Joan back, raising her upper body
so I may gaze at her breasts, so I may caress, and kiss
them.
Joan: And she gazes lovingly into his eyes . . . hazel
eyes flashing . . . A smile upon her lips . . .
Don: Gently, steadily - all the while looking at her - he
insinuates his hand between them, seeking her core, the
center of her being - of his universe. She welcomes his
hand. Her eyes glaze, then close, as she gives in to
unbearable sensations.
Joan: Her body responds with a shiver . . . her lips let
out the slightest moan . . .
Don: He ceases. He pulls her close, closer. He enters her
then. Warm, moist flesh engulfs him. He surrenders to
her, body and soul. He kisses her.
Joan: Her hips move against his . . . For minutes he
remains still. Slowly at first, then faster, their
bodies join in mutual passion. A cry . . .
Don: Her cries are lost, as he crushes her lips to his.
Joan: Bodies moving in unison . . . Feeling him deep
inside of her . . . His mouth on mine . . . My breasts
crushed against his chest . . .
Don: His gaze never leaves her face, her breasts.
:M'Lady! M'Love! I love you! I LOVE YOU!"
Joan: Her moans are louder . . . She cries out, DON, I
love you! Please . . . help me . . . help me . . . "
Body writhes . . . Watching his eyes . . . moan . . .
Don: My woman! My love! My Lady of the Joan Heart!
Joan: Feeling him so close . . . so hot . . . Feeling the
strength . . . Mind reeling . . . Hips pushing harder
against his . . . Moans rising to near screams . . .
Don: I bury my face in your breasts. My arms hold you
close. One hand is in your hair, gently holding,
stroking. The other wanders down your back to your
hips. I cup the rounded swell of your buttocks and pull
you even closer.
Joan: Head arched back . . . eyes glazed . . . thrusting
towards him harder . . . deeper . . . Hands holding his
head . . .
Don: I lick first one breast, around the nipple, then
suck the nipple into my mouth.
Joan: Pulling his mouth towards her breasts, harder . . .
Crying out in delight . . . Panting for breath . . .
Moaning . . . crying out . . . pleading for more . . .
Don: Gently, then, gently, I nip you with my teeth.
Alternating small bites with gentle caresses with my
tongue. My hand tightens on your buttock. I turn my
attentions to your other breast, and repeat the
process.
Joan: The feelings are overwhelming . . . the glorious
sensations . . . Bolts of electricity jarring through
my body . . . Jarring . . .
Don: Oh, God! GODGODGODGODGODGOD It is a prayer of thanks
for the wonderful gift you have granted me!
Joan: A scream begins deep in my throat . . . And echoes
throughout the room . . . As my body convulses against
his . . . Back arched . . . Eyes glazed . . .
Don: I hold you tight. I never want this to end!
Joan: Spasms run throughout my body . . . I hold him
deeply within me . . . not letting go . . . Feeling him
. . . And falling against his chest . . . exhausted . .
. Tears of joy running down his neck as I can't fight
back the tears . . . any longer . . . Panting for
breath . . . Arms wrapped tightly around him . . .
Gently kissing his face . . . his eyes . . . his cheeks
. . . His lips . . . Feeling his arms around me . . .
Feeling safe, and loved and warm and happy . . .
Don: I continue to hold you, gently. I stroke your face,
and kiss the tears from your eyes. I stroke hip, leg,
thigh. Breasts, face, neck. And hair, beautiful hair.
Joan: And the tears become tears of laughter . . . as she
remembers the moments of such a short time ago . . .
and delights in them . . . as she delights in him . . .
Don: Gently I carry you to your bed, and lay you down on
it. I crawl in beside you, and continue stroking you,
and kissing you. I remain with you until you fall
asleep in my arms. And even after. I wish to be the
first thing you see, the first thing you feel, when you
awake!
Joan: And how much I shall look forward to that awakening!
She sleeps with her mouth turned up into a smile . . .
So peaceful . . . so calm . . . so happy . . . so warm
. . . Dreaming of her beautiful warrior . . . Even in
her dreams, feeling his body a part of hers . . . No
longer knowing where she leaves off and he begins . . .
Don: M'Lady! I would lie here and watch you sleep! And in
the morning, I shall kiss you awake. Slowly, gently. I
shall start at your feet! Kiss your ankles. Small,
light, feathery kisses. Non-disturbing kisses! How long
will it take to awaken you, m'Lady of the Passionate
Embrace?
Joan: I shall dream of a kitten playing at my feet, and
tickling them . . . With unsteady feet, the kitten
begins its assent . . .
Don: How will you awaken? As I kiss the calves of your
legs. And continue my loving search?
Joan: It unsteadily moves up my leg . . . my thigh . . . I
feel its gentle movements in my dream . . .
Don: The inside of your thigh attracts my undivided
attention. Are you awake?
Joan: She stirs . . . A twilight sleep of sorts . . . Not
quite sure what is real and what is not . . .
Don: How *will* you awaken? Is it not your turn to
continue our dream?
Joan: Her eyes slowly open . . . She feels his lips upon
her . . . his hands . . .
Don: His lips seek and find the warm, moist core of her
passion!
Joan: She smiles . . . and arches slightly toward him . .
Don: His hands wander under their own power to her
breasts!
Joan: Allowing him freedom of movement . . .
Don: Surprisingly, he feels as young as a teen again.
Joan: She feels the warmth and strength of his hands . . .
Don: Minutes pass. He will not leave the worship of her
glorious body until she wills it.
Joan: Her body responds . . . Her arms reach for him . . .
Eyes still filled with sleep, glistening, inviting him
to come closer . . . Holding his gaze . . . Eyes
speaking words unheard to the ear . . .
Don: He moves up her body, relinquishing his
ministrations unwillingly. But eager for the next stage
of their love. He poises himself above her loving body.
Her hips rise to meet him.
Joan: She holds his gaze . . . and arches her hips to meet
him . . .
Don: And so it begins again . . .
Joan: Searching for him . . . A gasp as he finds her and
enters . . . Feeling him . . . So hot . . . So hard . .
. so deep . . . she squeals with delight . . . And
pulls him towards her . . . Her tongue darting into his
mouth . . . Her hands running along his back . . . His
arms . . . his chest . . . Holding his face in her
hands . . . her body moves with his . . .
Don: He whispers "Ah,quoi,teti be,quoi,teh. Cat,tu,oui
ni,i,yah. Ni haw,e,qui,wa. Ke,sath,we Alagwa. Ne,soos
ki-luh, equiwa!" He has said "Your belly is warm. Your
body is beautiful. You are my woman. You are the sun
and the stars. I love you, woman!"
Joan: Her eyes hold his gaze . . . her mouth open . . .
She becomes lost in his gaze . . . In the sight and
scent of him . . . In the feelings of his body against
her own . . . In the feeling of him within her own body
. . . One body now . . . Working as a well-oiled
machine . . . Feelings overpowering all else . . . Lost
in the feelings . . .
Don: One soul . . . Entwined by an act of passion as real
as anything I have *ever* experienced.
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