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One Night At A Time
Bedtime For Couples
Volume I
By
Smashwords Edition
2011 Printing
Copyright, 2010, by Saundra Lambert, Ileane Bryant
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Table of Contents
Redfeather
First
Kiss
Free
at Last
The
Bath
The
Woman Rancher
Full
Colors
Home
Early
An
Old Friend
Slow
Grind
Hotel
Guest
Second
Wife
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ACKNOWAGEMENT
I would like to thank my friends and former lovers for their inspiration. Some of you will find pieces of yourself within these stories. Others will see an entire experience. Some of you suggested ideas and helped proof read. Without your help this collection would never have come to fruition.
I hope this will be one of many books to come. I have many more stories running through my mind and there is so much more to experience in this life.
There are those of you out there that have given unwavering support, to you I can only say thank you. Without others believing in you, you can only go so far alone.
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PREFACE
I have tried to keep these stories short. I want these to be something a couple will read together. For those of you that are somewhat reserved, you will find the collection is laid out to slowly walk you through to the more free spirited ones. I hope all of you find them enjoyable and inspiring.
Ride Safe, Live Free and Love Forever
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Redfeather
I have been looking for my Redfeather
Ever
since the day we were parted
By the hand of another we were
separated
But we were not to be kept apart
I have searched from one life to the next
I
have looked on all sides of life and reality
Forever searching for
my Redfeather
I will never stop searching until I find
What my
soul is looking to join
Where is my Redfeather warrior of my heart?
I
know I will find you in this life
For I have seen you since I was
a child
My dreams will lead me to you
I have seen you many
times
But I could never reach you
I have found my warrior, my Redfeather
He
belongs to another that does not want
That will not stop me if he
still wants me
He has been mine since the beginning of time
As
we will always belong together for eternity
He is not a warrior in this life, there are no
warriors
He is a true man of heart, soul and courage
He is not
afraid to show his love and compassion
This is a strength few men
will ever know
Weakness is not being able to share the care of
another
Redfeather, I have found you at last
I will
always be by your side as I always have
Through our strength and
trust in each other
We can be together forever and a day
I will
be with you in the afterlife someday
A Warrior's Woman
Ileane Bryant
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First Kiss
I think of him daily. It doesn't seem to matter when or where I am. I keep trying to image how it is going to feel when his hands caress my body. The thought of him touching me even through my clothes gets me excited. At the thought of him touching my bare skin, I get wet. My inner muscles quiver at the thought of his mouth on me. At the thought of his head between my legs, using his lips, tongue and breathe to stir my passion, I can barely keep from touching myself.
I want to feel his hands moving over me, tenderly holding me in his arms, to feel his breathe on my neck as he buries his nose in my hair. I want to feel that gentle kiss behind my ear. I need his hands moving over my back stroking the fire slowly higher. He knows, senses somehow, that I have always been harshly used. I would never let anyone know my need for tenderness.
It does seem ironic for me to be such a modern woman to want and need an old fashioned gentleman of sorts. A man that knows how to treat a lady even if she is strong and independent. I need the tender mercy he shows me.
One fantasy I have and truly enjoy is a slow grind dance. He and I are standing close, just touching. We begin to work our bodies against one another, rubbing each other intimately. I can feel him begin to harden against my thigh. I know he must be able to tell I'm getting wet. Heat radiates from me as I grind myself on his leg wedged between mine. His hands are on my hips, guiding me in his rhythm. My arms are on his shoulders. My fingers play with his hair at the nape of his neck. I look up into his eyes and gently apply pressure to the back of his neck. I have to feel his lips on mine. I can't wait another moment to taste him, to have him taste me.
So here we are, in the middle of a crowded dance floor, slow-grind dancing with each other. Our lips locked and our tongues dueling. I can feel his hands move from my hips to my back. He moves one hand to caress my ass and he pulls me even closer to him. The rest of the world drops away. My universe right now is made up of the two of us and nothing else. And then the kiss ends.
Before I can catch my breath, he turns me so that he can nudge his cock into the crack of my ass while we continue to dance. I reach my arms up and around his neck, his come around my waist. He lowers his head to kiss my neck and whisper in my ear. My head is fogged and I can't completely understand what he is saying to me. I just know he is encouraging me and is enjoying me enjoying myself at his hands.
So here I am being brought to climax, on a crowded dance floor, by a man a dozen years my junior. With that thought, I smile and cream my jeans. He knows what is happening to me. With his head still bent to my ear, he moans in my ear between the kisses he is placing there. He gently brings the slow grind to a halt. Taking my hand, he leads me off the dance floor and out the front door. I think I can just make it home now before I have to have him inside me.
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Free at Last
I walk into the bar where he said he was spending his afternoons these days. I see him immediately. He is over by the pool table waiting his turn to shoot. He stands there in his loose fitting jeans and t-shirt, looking as sexy as ever. He looks toward the door as I walk through and smile.
He knows why I'm here. He just hadn't been sure I would come when the time came. Without hesitating and with confidence I do not feel, I walk to him. He looks me over with an appreciative eye as I do the same in return.
I knew I was coming here when I dressed this evening. I'm wearing the jeans I know look best on me, mid-rise boot-cut Levis and the shirt he once commented he liked on me. It's white with long snug sleeve with a laced-up neck that shows off my cleavage to fullest effect. I have on my high heeled low cut boots to make my legs look longer.
All eyes in the bar are on me as I walk straight to him. There is no doubt as to whom I am here to see nor as to my intentions. I keep my walk slow, sexy and purposeful. I am here to claim what is to be mine.
Once I am standing directly in front him I stop. He repeats his usual line to me, "Hey girl". That is all, but it is enough. I smile, look in his eyes, as I reach for him. Placing my hands on his chest, I slide them up to his shoulders as I lean in and whisper the words we had both been waiting for, "I'm free."
With that, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. We both have waited a long time for this moment. Now that it is here we savor it. But we are in a public place and can't finish this here.
He pulls back enough to look into my eyes. After finding what he is looking for there, he says, "let me finish this game and we can leave."
I walk over to the bar where his cousin sits and order a drink. I can't believe I'm nervous after waiting so long for this. My hands are slightly shaking. I slowly sip my drink trying to calm my racing heart. I watch him intentionally lose the pool game. I smile to myself, knowing he did it so we can leave without any arguments.
He walks to the bar where I am sitting with his cousin. As he gives his truck keys to his cousin, he reaches for me. Taking my hand he winks at his cousin and tells him “I'll pick it up later.” He helps me from the bar stool and leads me to the door.
When we reach my car, he stops, pulling me into his arms. He holds me to him for a moment and then pulls back. Once again he looks into my eyes. I know he's checking to make sure this is what I want too. Once we leave here there will be no turning back. If he only knew, once I left the house to come here to him, I knew there was no turning back for me.
I have waited years for this moment. Since the day I first met him, I have been waiting for this moment. I could do nothing else, but come to him, once I was free.
Free from a man who claimed to love me, but only wanted control and to dominate over me. I had given it to him, my power, little by little over the years until he had it all. I had not even realized what had happened.
Moving slowly, I guess trying not to scare me, he gently lays his hand on the side of my face, stroking his thumb over my cheek. His hand moves to cup the back of my head. With slight pressure he holds my head in place as he leans down for our first kiss.
We've flirted with each other, but never kissed. He's always respected the fact that when it comes to commitments I am old fashioned. If I am with someone, I will not allow another to touch me beyond friendship.
His kiss, feather light, is only a grazing touch of lips over and over again. Applying pressure with his hand still in my hair, he tilts my head to deepen the kiss. We stand in the parking lot next to my car, locked in the most wonderful kiss I have ever received.
It is gentle, possessive, erotic, tender and passionate all at once. I have read about kisses like this. I have even written about them, but until now I have never received one in my entire life. This man can make me melt. He is making me wet right here, in the waning light of day, in the parking lot of a bar.
I lean into him, wrapping my arms around his waist. I have had my hands here before, but always for a quick hug between friends. This time I let my hands wander over his back, feeling the muscles move beneath my fingertips. He has both his hands in my hair now, tilting my head to get a little bit deeper.
A soft moan escapes my throat. The man is incredible. I have waited a lifetime to feel this way in a man's arms. How can he make me feel like this with just a touch? Hell, I don't even know if he wants more from me than sex, but that is where we are going to start. It's not as though we just met. We were actually introduced a few years ago.
It doesn't take but a moment for things to turn heated. We both have waited for this for a long time. I can feel the wetness start between my thighs. My nipples harden and he hasn't even touched them. We have to move this to a more private location quick. But neither one of us has a place of our own right now. So, where can we go?
We end the kiss breathing hard. We separate slowly and load into my car. As we leave the parking lot, we try to decide where we can go. Finally, we decide that we will just park the car somewhere private. We don't really have another choice at the moment. So, I drive the car to his cousin's house and park in the side drive.
As soon as I kill the engine, we are on each other. He leans across the seat to me and starts with the mind blowing kisses again. I kiss him back with all the pent-up desire I have held for him. I want him now, deep inside me.
He has his hands in my hair. He moves them down to my neck and then to my breasts. He cups me through my shirt for a moment. His hands are moving to the hem, to get to bare skin. I didn't think my nipples could get any harder, then he touches them. Now his mouth is there. It's incredible. Usually men are too rough at first. This man has a light touch to start and slowly increases the pressure, but never too painful. It is perfect. I feel mini-climaxes begin to move through me.
This is really awkward. We are in the front seat of my little sports car and the man is about 6 feet tall. He pulls back and sits in the passenger seat. He reaches across and pulls me onto his lap facing him. I bend down to kiss him and he grabs my hips moving me as though we have a bed with plenty of room.
He's rubbing my jean clad pussy across his jean clad hard cock. I really don't want to do this in my car, but I don't know of any place we can go for more room and privacy. Damn but I've wanted this for a long time. He asks if I want to move to the back seat. I tell him that I promised myself that our first time would be in a bed. We keep rubbing on each other and can't seem to stop. I already know where this is going to end.
He sets me back into the driver's seat. I reach down, moving the seat back then tilt the back as far back as it will go. He leans across me again and takes my mouth in a kiss, letting me know that he wants this as much as I do. I reach between us and rub my hand up and down his stiff cock.
He reaches for the waistband of my jeans. He gets them unbuttoned and begins to fumble with the zipper. In our position the zipper is not laying straight and won't unzip. As I reach for the top of my jeans to hold them in place so he can get them unzipped he pauses to ask me if he is moving to fast. I tell him "no". He unzips my jeans.
I kick off my tennis shoes and let him pull down my jeans. He asks again if I want to get into the backseat. This time I am willing to do what ever is needed to get to feel his long stiff cock buried deep inside me. We move things to the back seat. I mean a girl does need to be practical at times.
I barely have time to sit down before he reaches for me pulling my legs until I am laying down on the backseat. Then the man does something that I have not had done to me with any talent in a very long time. He buries his face between my legs kissing, licking and sucking my pussy like he has been craving it for his whole life. The man really does know how to use his tongue and lips. I can't take this for long though. It's been too long since anyone has done this for me. It is so intense. I have to taste him.