(this contributor has such a unique writing style that you are sure to know who it is without me telling you.  I must make sure to give him credit for this marvelous piece of writing...TY to RE Knowlton III)

(A contribution by Adam Warlock.  Very, very well written and intriguing!)

 

Cid lay in his bed, his lance leaned up against his bedpost. The spearhead
faced upward and the hilt of the spear lay level with his hands. It was
ready at the split of a second. The curtains of the inn's window had been
pulled back for the night, and Cid left them open.

His left hand nervously coddled the necklace that was hanging from his neck.
The amulet on the chain was caressed between his fingers. He could feel
the memories engulf him. Times past where his life had meaning and
happiness. Times before Kadaj.

Something moved. He reached for his Dragoon Lance. His hand hovered in the
air, mere breaths away from clutching the hilt of it . . .

Yuffie was standing in the doorway. She was different somehow. Feminine.
Soft. She was wearing a beautiful red cheongsam, adorned with read flowers
and swirling designs. The length of the cheongsam scarcely reached past her
thighs. The slit of the dress was clear to her waist and exposed most of
her thighs and a teasing glimpse of her hips.

She took a step forward towards Cid from the doorway. As her legs moved to
make the step, her cheongsam exposed her glistening, sweaty skin. There
were a few stray strands of hair that escaped the clutch of her jade hair
sticks that held her hair otherwise up. They seemed to lightly dance around
her neck and ears. A few strands had fallen into her face, one softly
against her lips.

She took two more steps closer to Cid, still not uttering a word. There was
a silence so powerful in the room that Cid could hear her breath from across
the room. Her breaths becoming more powerful the closer to Cid's bed that
she got.

He felt unable to move. As if she had him locked in place with a incredible
feminine power. A sexual power that he was unable to fight. Yet within
himself he felt a rising guilt, it source he knew all to well. It was the
thing that made him what he is, unemotional and unresponsive. However, this
was different. He wanted to embrace her. He wanted to feel the warmth of
her naked body against him. He wanted to feel her from the inside. He
wanted every carnal pleasure he has bottled inside of him emanated on her,
in all it's wanton glory. Yet he did nothing.

She approached the bed, from the foot. She laid her knees first on the bed,
then falling to the palms of her hands. The constriction of her cheongsam
forced her to pull it up to her waist. Her breast hung surprising low out
of such a form fitting top. Still, they peeked through staring Cid in the
eye. They were pert and elegant. Just from the glimpse that he got.

Cid found himself surprisingly uncomfortable yet aroused. He never noticed
that his hand still hovered around the hilt of his lance in an uncanny
manner. His hand, still poised for battle as if unaffected by the sexual
advances of Yuffie.

Yuffie continued to slide her way closer to Cid, until her legs spread over
his waist and her hands rested on either side of his head. Cid could see
her breaths were getting deeper. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath
and seemed to resist the prison of her cheongsam. Pushing and pushing to be
free and unrestrained.

His left hand hesitated. His right still inexplicably hovering close to his
lance. He wanted to reach up and touch her. Caress her breasts in his
hands. Fell the softness of her buttocks. Grasp her thighs and hold her
close to him. Feel himself inside her.

Yuffie reached with her left hand and grasped Cid's right hand, pulling it
away from his lance and plunging it into the pleats of her ruffled
cheongsam. Exposing herself from the inside out to him.

She gasped at the touch of his hand. Her breaths became rapid as he found
his fingers burrowing and excavating his way inside her body. He felt an
unease, though the guilt was all his own. Yes, it was his own guilt, no one
else's.

He pulled back. It was unexpected. Yuffie didn't know what to think. Was
it her? Or was it him?

She reached downward with her right hand and plunged it beneath his
trousers. Cid gasped. His breath became irregular as she stroked him. He
felt something that he had not felt in a long time. It was almost so
overwhelming that he nearly forgot his guilt. Nearly forgot why he could
not allow himself to become intimate with another woman.

He looked up at Yuffie. Her eyes were gone. Rolled back inside her head as
she continued to pleasure him. The softness of her hands was amazing. They
were like the touch of an angel, with the crafty touch of a demoness, whose
intentions were entirely immoral. And he almost gave in. He almost enjoyed
it. He wanted to give it, yes he did.

Yuffie sat up on her knees, and in a breathtaking motion, slipped the
cheongsam over her head, landing, draped on the headboard of the bed.

She laid down against him. Her breasts pressing against his chest. Her
breath raspy and irregular. She locked her hands around his wrists and
pulled herself up against him. Her hips laid against him. He felt himself
inside of her. She gasped at his presence inside of her. It was so surreal
and intoxicating. She felt a peaceful omnipresence so intoxicating that her
moans of pleasure were heard plant wide.

Cid could feel her motion as she pushed harder and harder into him. She
wrapped her essence around him, convulsing in and out . . . ecstasy.

What transpired was something like the conjoining of planetary bodies. Like
the eruption of a supernova. A sexual, volcanic eruption. The expenditure
of energies that left both of them at the mercy of exhaustion.

Cid looked at Yuffie, whose head rested on his chest. He, in an intimate
way that was unknown to this point, gently brushed back the strands of her
hair that had fallen from her hair sticks, away from her face; in what he
had not done in the years since the lost of his life, to Kadaj, is love, his
life, kissed Yuffie with an ethereal delicacy, on her head.

His eyes, closed. He could feel her breathing against him, and his presence
still inside of her. Her hair fell against his chest, as she rose and fell
with each of his breaths. A lone tear fell from his eye as he confessed to
himself that he had betrayed the one woman that loved him for the carnal
pleasure that plagued his body.

He closed his eyes and savored the moment. For in the morning reality would
strike.

(This is a contribution by 'Candy'.  She has contributed before but asked to remain anonymous.  Maybe you can tell which ones she has contributed before!)

 

She licked her lips and unbuttoned another button in the center of her dress...to reveal just a little more cleavage. She could feel her body tingling all over and her nipples hardened more.

She approached him slowly from the other side of the tiled veranda. He was leaning against the bar listening to some other men telling jokes. He looked slighty amused but didn't seem very interested.

Just before she reached him, someone bumped into her elbow and her tonic spilled down the front of her dress; drizzling between her breasts.

The men stopped laughing and they were all staring at the moisture trickling down her cleavage. He stepped forward and offered her a napkin. She took it and he firmly grasped her elbow and led her towards the french door into the house. She let him lead. She didn't say a word.

Once they stepped inside, she was surprised that he still didn't let go. He led her down a hallway and into what appeared to be an office. He closed the door behind them and turned the lock. She just stood there not able to catch her breath.

His hand reached up and grabbed the napkin from her and tossed it on the floor. He finished unbuttoning her dress as he lowered his head to between her breasts and she could feel his tongue licking off the remains of her spilled drink....

 

He lifted his head to look at her as he pushed the dress off her shoulders.  “You know, you shouldn’t tease those guys like that,” he scolded her with a smirk on his face.

 

“But you look so bored and I know I was bored listening to all those women chatter about their new cars, their hairdressers, the sexy pool boys they want to jump,” she said with her best pout voice.

 

By now he had cleared a place on the desk, removed her panties and sat her on the edge. 

 

“If you are going to behave like this I will be asked by the men’s wives not to bring you to these parties anymore.  You know I have to do this for my business, baby,” he said as he pushed her shoulders back causing her to arch her back.  He leaned down and began to suck on her nipples while he lowered his shorts.  She let out a gasp as he entered her.

 

Her nails dug into his shoulders and his hands pulled her hips closer to the edge of the desk.  She held back her loud moans but his pounding became more intense with the sounds of her sighs.  His teeth lightly bit into the flesh on her neck and she felt herself cumming.  He tensed and suddenly relaxed. 

 

(this was submitted by adam-i-am.  TY adam!)

 

Everything, was by touch, [he thought] as he caressed her thighs, and lifted the silk sheet from the floor. 

 

There wasn't a morning, more perfect than this one...

 

...and, everytime he thought of the evening before, his mind would find itself settling upon the softness of her hair, or the fine tilt of her neck, as he tentatively placed his lips there; grasping, both her buttocks into his hands, and holding on, just long enough for his senses to gather themselves, and her...

 

...as if by touch, only these, two bodies were born to this moment; no imperfectiblities, or truth, to get in the way of their exploring.

 

(Chance had brought them together; two lonely hearts, seemingly comfortable in each other's arms.)

 

As soon, as he had entered her, (he'd recall) she'd rolled him over, and he found himself on his back. She brought her head down, and he brushed her long hair aside and she rode his cock and he kissed her neck, her breasts:

 

each nipple, sucked upon, as she took him in...Everything, by touch; from the moment they'd merged...

 

...the bedclothes, thrown to the floor, and their nakedness, no longer shielded by silk sheets. The room was filled with light; the door to the patio, open full.

The screened, outer door, let in a cool breeze. They were sweated, heated. She moaned out, once.

 

To the hilt, like climbing a mountain, they'd thrown all caution to the wind, now.

 

Visible to the darkness, outside, they'd abandoned all inhibition; their private motives, gone. What had begun as chance, was now completely possible, and impossible, all in a heatbeat...a touch.

 

"Oh, my God, you feel so good inside me," she cried, keeping up, with the ride, oblivious to the sounds of the street, or the concussion of fireworks...

 

"You're amazing," was all he could say, in reply..giving, one ass cheek, then the other, four good smacks, as she let herself fall to his chest once more; riding him out, as her orgasm built~~

 

...the Fourth of July fireworks, filled the sky.~~

 

"Happy Birthday, baby," he said, as he gave her neck, along the back of her ear lobe, another kiss.

 

Then,

 

just because, everything about the night, was touchingly perfect, he kept himself inside her and rolled her over onto her back. She spread her legs just a bit wider; and he continued to pump, feeling her feet wrap around the backs of his knees.

 

With another burst, beyond their bedroom:

 

One, two, three, and four, falling stars...and, they both came..together.

 

Now, both collasped upon each other, they began the slow process of coming back, coming down, from their shared heights.

 

She gave his bottom, a playful spank.

 

"And, Happy Anniversary to Us"

 

"Yes, my love...always.

 

~~By touch,

always~~

 

"Perfect."

 

(a continuation of the previous post by the same contributor, of course!)

We rise to our feet and give each other a kiss.
She runs her hands over my chest and lowers herself to her knees.
As she unsnaps my pants and pulls the zipper down, her hands move around the back of my legs up to my waist line. Grabbing my pants, with one tug she has them down to my ankles. Still kneeling in front of me, she licks her lips, grabs my cock and moves it towards her mouth. Just when I think she will let me in her mouth, she blows warm air on it. She squeezes my cock a few hard times, rises to her feet, and leads me by my cock to the bedroom.
I decide to call out old number 69. I lay down on the bed and she climbs on top of me. She lowers herself down so my tongue can go to work on her pussy. I take my hands and run them over her legs up to her ass, play with her butt cheeks, and run a finger or two up her ass crack and back down. While licking and playing with her pussy, her pussy lips begin to swell, much to my delight. I am able to put her clit in my mouth and give it a nice little pull.
In the mean time so goes to work. I can feel her playing with my cock. As she begins to kiss and lick it up and down the shaft, her tongue starts making circles on the head. She puts just the head of it in her mouth, slowly working her head down and taking it all in.
She holds it there and then slowly pulls her head up. She takes her hand and strokes my balls. She begins to suck on me harder and faster. The pleasure I feel just makes me lick and play with her pussy and ass that much more. I can't get enough of her hot wet pussy.
I begin to go tense. I feel the orgasm building in my cock. I want to slow down. I want to make it last, but she has me so aroused that its no use. I tense up, the pressure builds. What feels like loads and loads of sperm come thrusting out of my cock into her hot wet mouth.
She hurries and climbs off of me and turns to look at me. I can see some cum in her mouth, on her lips and a little on her chin. She opens her mouth and shows me more. She closes her mouth and swallows. She opens her mouth as if to say, “I swallowed”. She licks her lips, whips her chin with her finger and licks them clean.
With that she comes up to me and gives me a kiss and sticks her tongue in my mouth....
It's half time…time for the teams to get rested up, check the playbooks and get ready for the second half.
So far both sides have scored