I love this time of year.  All of the hard work of tilling, planting, watering and weeding has turned the garden into a very productive place.  Just this morning, I got up early and brought in pounds of zucchini.  You laughed when I wanted to plant it and laughed even more when you saw how much of it I now have to deal with… but you won’t be laughing when I’m done filling the freezer with enough breads, cakes and muffins to last straight through the winter.

After taking a quick, warm shower, I pull on just a long white tshirt and some comfy socks.  I feel clean and ready to tackle the work that’s waiting for me in the kitchen.  No need to worry about how I’m dressed.  Being so far off the beaten path, it’s not like anyone ever shows up at the door unexpectedly.  I take a quick peek into the bedroom as I pass by and see that the bed’s made.  You must have gotten up while I was in the shower.  Calling out to you, I get no answer… so I know you’re already busy outside.

I start to pull out and arrange my baking pans and bowls on the counter.  Looking out the window, I spot you in the garden.  I love watching you work.  I know how happy you are out there… where you were always meant to be.  I turn my attention to gathering the recipes I’m going to need and start pulling ingredients from the pantry.  Finally, with everything arranged, I set myself to work.  Peeling and shredding pounds of zucchini is time-consuming but easy work.  I turn up the music and lose myself in the task at hand.  Glancing outside occasionally, I watch you working through your job list, too.  It’s such a contented feeling.

Several hours have flown by, which I only notice as I glance up at the clock.  Still hard at work, I’ve accomplished a lot and that pleases me.  At some point, you passed through the kitchen, telling me you were going to take a shower.  I’m thinking you’ll be ready for lunch soon so I’m intent on getting a little more baking done.

As I start peeling yet another zucchini, I’m startled by the feel of you wrapping your arms around my waist.  I try to turn but you have me held tight between your body and the counter.  I start to say something but you shush me… by sinking your teeth gently into my neck and licking and sucking the traces of the bite.  It sends shivers through my whole body when you do that and you know it.  I feel your hands slide up to cup my tits through my shirt.  As you squeeze them, you press into my ass and I can feel your hard cock against me.  I realize I still have the peeler in one hand and the zucchini in the other… but I know what you want.  It’s now the only thing I want too.

You slide your hands down to the hem of my shirt, down around my thighs.  You reach underneath and all the way back up to my tits, squeezing them hard again, then tugging on both nipples.  I moan softly and lean back into you, dropping my work to the counter top.  Nibbling on my earlobe, you groan into my ear.  “I want you… right here… right now.”

I say not a word as you pull my shirt off over my head and then push your right knee between my legs.  You reach around and start stroking and playing with my clit as you move my feet wider apart.  Now that my legs are spread, you stand up and push my shoulders forward, bending me over the counter.  I shove everything roughly out of the way… pressing my hands against the rounded edge and arching my back.  Damn, I just want you to fuck me!

You slide your hands over my ass once or twice and I moan as your right hand slaps my right ass cheek, just once.  I press my ass back against you and, because you have my legs spread wide, your rock hard cock slides forward along my pussy lips.  Both hands on my shoulders, you hold me tight against you and let me grind my pussy against your cock, making it slick and wet.  You start to rock your hips, teasing my clit as the head of your cock hits it in a hard, steady rhythm.  A soft, mewing sound escapes my lips and I hear you chuckle.  You know how bad I need you now… how much I want you…

Pulling back, you slide two fingers deep into my pussy from behind… no warning… just deep inside me… as your left hand pushes me down again until my tits are resting on the counter top.  Finger fucking me hard, I hear you moan and then, looking over my right shoulder, I watch you stroke and coat your cock with my wetness.  Without a word, you slam your cock into me… all the way in until it hits my cervix.  We both moan hard at the hot, wet feeling of you burying yourself inside me and, grabbing my hips, you start to fuck me hard.  I lift slightly off the counter and I can feel my nipples bouncing and rubbing against the smooth surface.  There are no words, no sounds, other than the moist, sucking noise of your cock moving roughly in and out of my pussy.  I feel your hands move to my shoulders again.  Pulling me back hard, you slam your cock into me and your balls slap roughly against my clit.  I’m on the verge of cumming and squeeze your cock tight so you know it.  Feeling that grip just makes you moan and you slide into me as deep as you can go.  Grinding hard against each other, you groan, “Fuck baby… I’m gonna cum…” and I beg you to shoot your load deep inside me… “Don’t pull back… stay there… god baby cum inside me so I can feel it…”  As the heat of your cum starts to fill me, I can’t hold back… I start bucking and grinding against you, milking the cum from your cock as I soak you to the point that I can feel the wetness on your thighs and against my ass.

Breathing hard, you fall forward, curling your body against mine as I rest on the counter.  It’s almost as though we can’t stop and you slide your cock in and out of me a few more times.  After several minutes, when we can both breath more normally, you stand up and pull me with you.  Turning me in your arms, you kiss me deeply… hands in my hair, pulling my mouth flat against yours, our tongues deep and probing… until, finally, we’re both calm.  Smiling at me, with heavy eyes, you take my hand and pull me towards the door.  My baking project forgotten, we head towards the bathroom to take another shower… this time together… knowing full well it may be a long while before any other work gets done.

I thought about what you asked and realize I didn’t give you the answer I should have.  I’m always so sure that you know but you deserve to hear the words… and I didn’t give them.  So, here they are – exactly as I mean them.

From the very first time you questioned - “So, do you wanna fuck me?” – my answer was, and always has been, “Senseless.”

I want to stroke you… tease you… play with you… ride you… I want to explore positions that turn you on… I want us to find new things together…  I want your cock rock hard for me… I want to give you intense pleasure…

I want your fingers, your tongue… on my clit, my nipples, my g-spot, deep in my pussy… urging me to respond to you…

I want to wrap my lips around your cock… sucking and milking the head… and then, wetting them, I want to slide my lips to the base… taking your cock deep and feeling you rock and grind your hips… knowing you can feel the heat of your cum building inside you…

I want to hear that moan rip from your throat when you cum inside me… down my throat… in my ass… on my tits…

Yes, baby, I DO want to fuck you.

But the answer to your question is this…

I want you to make love to me.  More than anything I’ve ever felt.  You are the man that my heart loves.  I’ve known it for so long.  I want to be held… sometimes more gently than I ever express… I want to be kissed… deeply, slowly… your hands in my hair, pulling my mouth to yours.  Being kissed excites me… makes me wet, wanting more… and that “more” is with you.  I want to learn every inch of your body and you mine.  I want the whispered I love you’s, I want you’s, I need you’s… I promise that I can’t hear them enough.  I want you to caress my skin… god, I want your touch.  I want you to take all of me… with your hands, your mouth… I already know you can drive me to intense orgasms, even in my dreams, without ever entering me.  Oh but, baby, I want that too.  I want you to hold me tight, looking into my eyes, when you slide your cock deep inside me… as deep and tight as you can… with my legs spread apart, feeling the base against my clit.  Rocking against each other, so tightly joined, I want us to cum together.  Not aggressively… or frantically… I want to feel it build as we kiss and touch and speak hushed, gentle words.  I want our bodies to release into each other… knowing that, in that moment, everything is right.

I guess you need a second question… “So, do you wanna love me?”

But it’ll have the same answer…

“Senseless.”

I had the most amazing dream.  We were lying together, naked, in such a comfortable bed.  The room was cold but we had the weight of several blankets – and each other – to stay warm.  You were comfortably propped up against several large, fluffy pillows and I was on my left side, head on your chest.  I remember telling you how I love to hear the rhythm of your heartbeat.  Your right arm had been wrapped around me until you started to gently rub my back.  It felt so nice that I closed my eyes and just relished the warmth of your skin on mine.  As you rubbed my back, I started to make small circles with my hand on your chest.  There’s something so quiet… so intimate… about just “being.”

Gradually, I began to make wider circles, from your chest to your stomach and back.  Then softly, with the backs of my fingernails, I stroked down your left side and back up your left arm.  Bringing my nails down from your shoulder, I grazed across your chest, teasing your nipple the way you tease mine.  Usually you snicker at me when I do that but not this time.  I looked up at you and your head was back against the pillows, eyes closed.  I took that to mean you were quite comfortable with me touching you.

I flicked my nail gently back and forth across the same nipple until it was hard and then reached out to tease it with the tip of my tongue.  Teasing turned into a very gentle sucking as I continued to rub your stomach and then down your thigh.  Rubbing slowly up and down the inside of your thigh, I felt your legs relax and widen a little more.  Kissing my way down your stomach, I could see your cock starting to lengthen.  I placed my hand on the bed between your legs and then slowly ran my palm up your balls and along the shaft, flattening your cock against your stomach.  Listening to your breathing, I knew that what I wanted so badly was what you wanted too.  Kissing and licking near your right hip, I dragged my tongue across your lower abdomen and then ran it lightly over the tip of your cock, still held in place by my hand.  I could feel your cock getting fuller now and the sharp intake of your breath as you felt my tongue drove me on.  Wrapping my hand around it, I stroked you a few times, base to tip and back again.  As I stroked, I moved down on the bed and, still laying my side, I curled tight against you… my  right leg over yours, my head so close to your cock that you could feel me breathe.

Stroking down, pulling the skin toward your balls, I gripped your cock at the base.  Flattening my tongue, I licked across the tip then bathed the head until it glistened wet.  You made the tiniest moan and I felt your hips shift just a bit.  I knew you wanted your cock sucked and all I wanted was to taste you.  I slid my lips around and down the head, hooking them tightly under the ridge.  I couldn’t help but moan as I sucked hard enough to cause your hips to buck again.  You wanted it so bad and nothing makes me crazier than pleasing you. 

Keeping a grip at the base of your shaft, I slid my mouth down your cock until my lips met my hand.  Up… down… up… down… until your cock was completely hard.  Moving my hand to your thigh for a moment, I slid my mouth down to the base, taking all of your cock into my throat and just holding it there.  I loved how you moaned so deeply.  “Mmmmm baby suck it… suck my cock…” you whispered, almost as though I wasn’t supposed to hear it.  Bringing my hand back, I eased up and placed it around the base and then started to suck, keeping my mouth and hand moving together.  I could feel you starting to move with me and there was no way you were going to cum that soon.  I wanted your cock far too much.

Sucking right up to the tip, I let the head pop out of my mouth and wrapped a couple of fingers and my thumb tightly just under the ridge.  Squeezing firmly, I looked up at you and smiled as I saw your eyes open and you looked down.  “Not so fast baby,” I whispered and I kissed along your stomach again until I felt it relax.  I stroked you again with just my hand, twisting my wrist to pass it over the head, picking up the precum and using it to lube your cock.  Reaching under with my left hand, I started to cup and gently squeeze your balls and, once more, you spread your legs for me.  Looking back, I saw your eyes were open now and you were watching me stroke you.  I turned slowly, moving until I was kneeling between your legs.  Locking my eyes to yours, I licked and sucked your balls, first one side then the other, before running my flat tongue all the way up the shaft.  I loved pressing my breasts against your balls, rocking the weight of my upper body against them and the base of your cock while I sucked the head in the same rhythm.  After a couple of minutes, I felt you again start to grind against me.  I reached down with my free hand and found your balls starting to tighten.  I pulled down gently a couple of times, moving them away from your body and stroked you slowly with just my hand.  It still wasn’t time.

As your breathing steadied again, I reached down to the floor and picked up the bottle of flavored lube.  In spite of a lot of precum, I didn’t want to risk hurting you.  Pouring a generous amount into my right palm, I dropped the bottle back to floor and coated your cock and balls with the lube.  It warmed a little as I stroked and it was a sensation you seemed to love.  Rocking your hips, you fucked my tight, slippery fist the same way you fuck my wet pussy.  “Ohhhh shit that feels so good,” you moaned.  “That’s it baby,” I whispered back, “you know I love it when you fuck me…”  Your eyes were closed and you were moving harder and faster now.  Leaning forward, I managed to work your cock between my tits and you looked down as you felt it.  Squeezing them around the shaft, we moved in opposite directions, making it easy for you to fuck them too.  I knew it wasn’t as tight as my fist or pussy so it would slow you down a little but your cock was so very hard now that I was afraid you wouldn’t hold back.  Taking your cock in my left hand, I reached down with my right and, because your balls were so tight to your body, I was able to take two well-lubed fingers and gently press and massage the perineum.  You moaned deeply and then, breathing hard, said “Fuck baby, I was so close that time…”  I just grinned up at you.  “The next one, my love, you cum down my throat.”  You just groaned in response.

Once you had control again, I drizzled a little more lube directly along the shaft and began stroking firmly base to tip.  I took the head of your cock in my mouth and began to suck firmly too.  “I need to cum baby… I need to cum…” you kept moaning, over and over… and this time you would.  Mouth and hand gripping you, I kept up a rhythmic motion, stopping only once to moan back, “Fuck my mouth baby… please… please cum for me…”  After so many starts and stops, you were so ready.  Moving my hand away for the last time, I sucked your rock hard cock as deep as I could take it.  Your hips were grinding against me and I felt your hand grab the back of my hair.  I moaned as I sucked and felt the first shot of cum hit deep in the back of my throat… then another and another…  as the words “cumming… so fuckin’… HARD” ripped from your throat.  I swallowed as much as I could and the rest dripped to your stomach.  As your body started to slow, I sucked your cock one last time and then my tongue lightly cleaned up the drops.  I had wanted to taste you… and, because I had been a good girl, I was so well rewarded.

I wake up, realizing it’s just barely light, and breathe in the air through the open window.  It feels damp… fresh… cool against my skin.  The only sounds I hear are the intermittent calls of some distant birds and the gentle rhythm of your breathing.  You sleep so peacefully now.  So deeply… your face is the picture of calm… even serenity.  No tension, just complete contentment.

Knowing it’s still early, I curl into you, my back to your chest.  I always feel that same little jolt, the one that makes me smile to myself and warms me inside, every time you wrap your arm around me and pull me close to you.  I lay my arm gently along the one that holds me and hug it to my body.

As I lay there quietly, I watch the trail of sunlight slowly cross the floor and start to fill the room.  It’s not a big room… in fact, the whole cabin would fit comfortably inside any house you or I ever owned… and it couldn’t be more perfect.  No phone, no television… the only connection to the outside world is the computers.  Oh… wait… and, of course, a cell phone that maybe… sometimes… if you stand on something reeeeally high, turn around just right and click your heels three times for good measure… will grace you with enough bars for a call.  People think we’re crazy.  Let ‘em.

Drifting comfortably in that space between sleep and wakefulness, I gently stroke your hand.  My right foot slips softly up and down your right leg.  I can never be close to you without touching you.  I waited so long for you… and many times I think I still have to convince myself that you’re real… and you’re mine.

I feel you stir behind me and I startle just a little… then I start to move to give you some space.  Without a word, you pull me back against your body and, pressing into me, I feel a gentle trail of kisses down the back of my neck.  I close my eyes against the feeling and know, with certainty, that I never truly loved anyone… with my whole self… until I met you.  After the last kiss, you lean towards my ear and whisper, “Morning, sweetie.”

Taking back your right arm, you lightly rub my back… graze my arm with your fingertips…slide your hand down to rest your palm on my thigh.  Pulling me towards you, you coax me from my side onto my back and, propping yourself on one elbow to look down at me, I see that soft, sleepy look on your face.  You continue to lightly rub my skin, down my front this time.  Gently caressing each breast with your palm, my body tingles as you lean down and give them the same tiny kisses you ran down my neck.  I reach up and run my hand through your hair as you touch me.

Sliding your hand down my stomach, you lightly stroke a couple of fingertips across my bare, shaven pubic mound as you suck first one, then the other of my nipples into your mouth.  Every touch is so gentle, tempered with early morning sleepiness.  Looking up at me now, your eyes search deep into mine as you slide one finger between my pussy lips… parting them… finding the wetness you’re looking for and using it to gently stimulate my clit.  I wrap my arms around you and pull you to me… hugging you close as you stroke me.  I lightly kiss and lick your neck, as you slowly penetrate me with your middle and ring fingers.  You feel me press my back into the bed, rocking my pelvis back, and opening my legs wider… wanting you to touch me that way.  I stare into your eyes, wordlessly, as you slide your fingers in and out of my pussy.  I feel and hear my own wetness growing, each time you stroke me, and shiver as you press your hard cock against my thigh.  I feel the dampness of your precum as the head rubs my skin.

I run the backs of my fingers along your cheek and you just stare down at me.  In the perfect silence of that room, I needn’t do anything more than whisper…

“Baby… please… make love to me…”

Gently withdrawing your fingers, you raise up and position your body between my thighs.  Taking your cock in your hand, you slide back and forth between my pussy lips… once… twice… then slip deep inside me as my whole body arches to accept you and a tiny moan escapes my lips.

Both of us instinctively tilt our hips in the swift motion that presses our bodies tight together.  Truly what people mean when they say two can be joined as one.  Slowly, deliberately, we rock… never separating…  your cock moving back and forth inside me, as I grip you tight.  Your pubic bone is pressed hard against my clit, stimulating it again as I grind against you.

There is nothing rushed… nothing frantic… in any of our movements.  Just the complete connection of two minds, two hearts and two bodies who are exactly where they need to be.  I feel the flush of my skin and hear the pace of your breath.  Arms wrapped around each other, we move a little harder… a little faster… aching now for release.

Rhythmically, I start to milk your cock… squeezing as you stroke back… releasing as you stroke forward… and I’m rewarded with that moan that makes me shiver.

I whisper a string of pleas… “Baby, cum with me… I want your cock so deep inside me that I feel you cum… please baby don’t stop now… cum for me… fill me…”

The hard, deep thrust of your hips and an almost growling in your throat as you start to cum puts me over the edge.  I wrap my legs around you, heels digging into your lower back as if I can actually pull you even deeper inside.  My hips roll and grind hard against you as the most intense orgasm flows through my body.

Both of us breathing hard, you slow your thrusts to a very gentle rolling motion, gradually easing away the intensity of the climax.  In spite of being miles from anyone that could ever hear us, we lay together, holding each other close and the words we speak are hushed… intense and meaningful but for us… alone.  The way we were always meant to be.

I could live in my dreams.  In my dreams, you’re right beside me.  I can touch you.  I can feel you.  I can relish the heat of your body on mine.  I can lose myself in the ecstasy of you moving inside me.

My dreams are insanely realistic.  I hear your voice… telling me you need me… asking how much I want you.  I hear that chuckle you make when you already know the answer.  I feel your hands cupping my breasts and your teeth nipping and tugging on my nipples.  When you kiss me in my dreams, I feel the softness of your lips on mine and then the urgency of your tongue, pressing between my lips as your hand slips to the back of my neck… pulling me to you.  I feel your hands explore my body, sometimes lightly, sometimes gripping me firmly, grinding against me, matching your tongue’s rhythm.

In my dreams, I can be everything with you.

I can be forward… even demanding… reaching between our bodies to stroke and tease your hard cock as we kiss.  It drives me crazy feeling you moan against my mouth as you rock back and forth in my hand, knowing that my touch excites you… knowing that you crave being deep inside me but being so aware that I might just as easily slide to my knees, wrap my lips tight around the head, licking and sucking until I taste your cum on my tongue.

In my dreams, I can be everything with you.

I can be subdued, almost shy… opening myself to you completely… my heart, my soul AND my body.  In those dreams, I want you to love me and make love to me… softly… slowly.  I feel your touch, so gentle… I hear your voice… barely a whisper.  In those dreams, I’m so connected to you.  I feel as though I hear your thoughts.  I feel as though you read my mind.  Every place I ache, you touch.  Everything I want, you do.

My dreams have become so powerful and their effect on me so real.  Some mornings, I wake up in that hazy place somewhere between dream and reality.  Eyes still closed, my left hand instinctively glides across my breasts, finding the nipples hard.  I lazily play with them between my fingers.  Rubbing… squeezing… as my right hand grazes my thigh.  Cupping my hand around my pubic bone, I sleepily slide a finger between my pussy lips and moan softly because I’m dripping wet.  My clit is sensitive… demanding attention… as I watch you in the remnants of my dream.  Taking your cock firmly in your hand, you rub the head back and forth against my clit.  I feel my nerves tingle and know you could make me cum if you chose to… but you don’t.  I hear your voice… god, that voice… say “Ready, baby?” and I hear myself whimper and plead to be fucked.  I spread my legs wider… waiting for you… wanting you so bad.  That’s when I become vaguely aware that the whimpering’s out loud and, when you bury your cock inside me, I buck against my own fingers.  I squeeze hard, feeling my pussy grip my fingers tight, as I milk your cock inside me.  I hear your breathing… your moans… as I roll my hips against you, rising to meet every thrust.  I hear myself moan your name and beg you, over and over, “Oh god baby… you feel so good… fuck me…  make me cum… I need you to make me cum…”

Reaching down with my left hand, I pull back the hood of my clit, exposing it to my right hand.  As you press your body weight against me, the butt of my hand presses down on my clit and I buck against it.  My fingers slide inside me, stimulating my g-spot with each stroke, as your cock grinds into me hard.  In the hushed, almost strained, voice of my dream, I hear you moan, “That’s it baby… squeeze my cock… you’re gonna make me cum so fuckin’ hard… I want you to cum with me…”

Moaning your name, my body takes control.  Pressure on my clit and g-spot, bearing down as my stomach tenses… my hips somehow rolling and rocking back and forth at the time… every nerve-ending explodes as I cum hard, soaking you, my hand and the blanket beneath me.

In my dreams, I can be everything with you.

I curl up on my side, slowing my breathing, and as I gradually awaken both my room and my thoughts come into focus — you, baby, are my every dream come true.