Stalked by a panther.

I met her over the weekend, when we were both attending the same event. She was with her lover and 11-year old son, and had just come back from cottage country. Maybe that's why I thought she was interesting; no make-up, the aura of the raw earth about her. She reminded me a past lover at first, and it was while I was looking at her her and asking myself this question that smiled that first smile toward me.

After the ritual event, it turned out that they had also gone to the same bar as the rest of us, my friends and I. We sat at the same table, her lover and my friends doing a lot of talking as I slowly got to know her more. She kept giving me that smile from across the table. She listened attentively as we talked about art, and how I was trying to convey to my women friends that, as a single mostly-straight male, it was hard for me to select sensual art for my bedroom without coming off as a pig to a lover whom I might bring home. I suppose, from that, she learned that I was single, and when we found ourselves next to one another, her thigh firmly pressed against mine, she opened up about her status: single with a child, but enjoying lovers. Me, single for a few months and coming out of 4-year relationship.

"Oh, so you're not looking for anything very emotional right now," she said.

"No, I replied," nodding. "New friends, yes; sex, sure, but I'm not ready for more right now."

"Sex is good," she said, smiling and nodding. "We're all adults here, and its a need," I responded.

She continued to smile and asked me what I was saying yes to. "That I'll give you my number," I said. She smirked, took it, and when it was time for everyone to go, she practically kissed me there in front of her other lover and son. We made arrangements to meet the next afternoon. "So I can see your need in the bedroom for some art," she smirked.

That day, she dropped out of work to enjoy the holiday, and called me a few hours sooner than expected. I was still doing some tidying, and was sweeping the front steps when she sauntered toward me, sexily dressed in a dark tanktop, khaki pants, and red shades.

Melissa, the Panther, is in her late 30s to early 40s, with shoulder-length light brown hair, deep rich brown eyes, and the cutest panther tattoo on her left broad shoulder, once black and now slightly faded grey. Its age tells me a story of a redhot younger woman, likely the type who hung around bikers and other delightful outcasts, now older and wiser and pleasantly on her own with her smart child. I liked her immediately.

I opened a bottle of 2004 Pelee Island Monarch Vidal. She was surprised that she liked it. By the end of the afternoon, it wouldn't be the only thing she'd be surprised that she liked.

"So what do you want to do?" she asked me with a smile, sauntering closer. "Oh, I think I know why you're here," I replied, smiling back.

"You mean, why you gave me your number?" She coiled an arm around me and gave me a slow, lingering kiss.

We held each other, embracing, for a while before I led her by the hand toward the bedroom. I pointed out the two walls, now bare after having done some post-Grrl rearranging in the room. She started to roll some hash. I poured us more wine. I wrapped my arms around her waist as she worked the paper, and for a moment I was reminded of the Grrl. I breathed deeply, trying to embrace her for who she is, and smiled to myself as she offered the spliff.

The hash didn't do much for me, but kissing her did. Her passionate zeal did. Nibbling on her neck, the soft sighs that came from her throat, did. The way she reached down to my khaki shorts to feel my thickness made me take a deep breath. When we found ourselves on the bed, she removing her tanktop, enjoying the feel of my warm hands holding her delightful medium breasts, I knew we would be having a very sensual afternoon of great sex. I was thrilled to enjoy something that I haven't seen in ages: she hadn't shaved under her arms, and this rare European treat has always been something that, with the right woman, has been a major turn-on for me.

Her heat roasted through her soaked crotch, and I could almost feel my fingers sliding into her through the material of her pants as I pet her there. Her first cum happened then, she she drenched herself completely. I was delighted.

And she was wonderful, by far the most sensual partner I've enjoyed in months. I love a woman who is up-front about what she wants and likes, and the Panther did not leave me unsatisfied. She was warm, soft, and experienced, and when she took my cock in her mouth, her moans of approval did my spirit a world of good. It had been too long since I felt my bare thickness being slurped as wantonly as she did, and while I didn't cum in her mouth, I know that she wanted that and she said as much. She loved my smoothly shaven sack, and how I looked down upon her as I tilted my hips so she could have an easier time rubbing her face, swabbing her tongue, over and under both of my eggs between licks across my shaft. She shut her eyes in ecstasy as she gently sucked one ball, then the other, into her mouth, and she feasted on my girth happily.

Her ass was generous, and she came again when she lay on her belly as I slid my fingers inside her, exploring, curling, probing. A lubricated thumb found its way into her anus as she cloyed the black satin sheets... the same black sheets from last October... and she came madly.

She was spicy, and warm, and her musk captivated me. Her pussy was just a little too furry for me to completely enjoy the nuances of her juice and its slickness on her flesh, but I wasn't complaining. She was responsive, and talked passionately about how she enjoyed the flicker of my tongue, the warmth of my mouth, the suction I gave her shaft. She cooed in surprise when I tilted my head vertically and bobbed, sucking her labia upward and downward with my lips wrapped wetly at either side. It's always a treat to discover that you're doing something new for someone.

I asked her if she was having fun. She was about to mount me, and said she would let me know. When she did, when she lowered herself on my shaft, her eyes rolled back as I held on her ass. She told me then that she was definitely having fun, that she loved my length, and that I could call her anytime I wanted to fuck her.

I liked that.

I relaxed as she ground herself onto me, spiking herself with my cock, and when I started to move in return, holding her ass as I pounded upward, she gasped in my ear.

And the afternoon continued, me taking her on her belly, bending her over the edge of the bed, spanking her afterward. It was fabulous. But it was when I told her that I wanted to take her ass that the afternoon became unique for her.

Not something she had done a lot before, she said. Not something she had ever really enjoyed but did out of "obligation" to lovers, she said. I didn't like the sound of that, but was still interested in her tightest passage. This gave me a chance to nurture an adventure for her, and I was willing to stop should she wish it... she trusted me. Teasingly, a lubed fingers explored her, and to my surprise she opened up sooner than I would have first expected. Two, then three compressed fingers would later find themselves gently probing and swirling her anus, interspersed with nurturing words, shoulder rubs, and kisses. She cooed.

When I knew the girth of my fingers had reached, or just exceeded, that of my cock, I knew she was ready. Mounting her, my calves to her thighs, she felt the tip of me and the slow, gentle slide that followed. She breathed evenly, and was completely relaxed. I was surprised, and encouraged, and soon she was feeling me pump deeper and longer. Not long after, she began to cum again and then I finally began to fuck her beginner's ass for true until I was ready to burst, withdrew, and began to explode stream after stream on her quaking, round behind.

We held each other, our shared sweat and cum wantonly covering our bodies. The cat jumped on the bed. She had to go soon, and we hit the shower together. It was delightfully sensual to do that again.

Later, as she was bent over my snake's cage to enjoy how she slithered across her cypress shavings, her bare ass in my view, I was again reminded of the Grrl. Her ass looked so similar, and yet I was also able to see the Panther for who she is. In a surreal place, my mind pictured both women, and I dropped to my knees and tilted her hips just so. Slithering my tongue as my snake would slither herself, I lapped at her folds some more as the house thrummed to the strains of the Tea Party. She didn't cum again, but it was fun, and it was a mutually enticing and saccharine moment for me.

Perhaps it isn't so bad to have a lover remind oneself of another, past, missed, lover... provided one experiences this with adult grace and awareness, celebration and respect of whom one is with. Perhaps, in a way, it's a way to heal through it while also enjoying Aphrodite's gifts.

I like the Panther. I hope to see her again.

A tawdry sort of child's play.

Remember when you were a kid, and you looked up words like breast, penis, and buttocks in your parents' edition of Webster's Dictionary just for pre-pubescent kicks?

For some reason, this afternoon I've been throughly enjoying the illustrated images of various positions as detailed by Wikipedia. Shameless, pleasant fun. Yum!

The Waterfall, pt 2: Alanna's Half

In our exchange, this was the portion that Alanna, or TheGyrl4u, wrote back in July 1997. There's nothing more to this story, as she wanted me to send another reply, but if I ever did, I don't remember what it was. Upon re-reading this, I suppose this ending is a little anticlimactic, but I do enjoy the memory of having done this exchange with her.



Her eyes were locked on his lean fingers as they slowly moved down the length of his shaft. By the time his fingers circled the head, she was holding her breath. She didn't even realize it until he suddenly turned and ducked back into the waterway, and she remembered the breathe again.

In one smooth motion, he then re-emerged and dove into the water, disappearing from view, swimming back into her direction. As he swam under the water's surface, she climbed on the large rock and tried to spot him. A cool breeze swept through while the hot stone warmed the bottom of her thighs.

She started to become restless, sitting there waiting for his return. A mosquito bit her calf, and she began to scratch before she found her own hand slipping under her knee to caress her skin underneath. Still, it wasn't her own fingers that she desired on her body.

She slowly arched her back, leaning backward like a large cat. Her breasts thrust forward as she rest on her elbows, waiting. And waiting.

There!

She sat up and witnessed his head finally lift out of the water as he swam. With each stroke she watched him come closer, and her heart began to beat faster as she anticipated his arrival to the shore. She sat herself up, cross-legged, spreading her legs as she did so. She hovered a hand over her brow to shade her eyes and enjoy a better view.

Once in shallow water, his body was slowly revealed. The water ran down his chest and arms, and his hands smoothed back his hair. He closed his eyes and raised his face to the sun, pausing a moment to enjoy the warmth. Then, as he walked out of the pond, his body was slowly completely exposed to her. He looked in her direction and smiled again.

She knew that she looked relaxed to him, but he knew better. He watched her hand fidgeting, and the way she licked her suddenly dry lips. He looked away to hide a smile. Coming closer, he thought of how her skin would feel on his tongue, how she would taste, how the scent of her would fill his chest, her sweat, everything in the glade mingling into one gloriously tantalizing perfume that he would enjoy as he nuzzled her.

The prospect of running his tongue over her pulse at her neck was finally his undoing... Although he kept an eye on her face, he could feel his cock start to come alive, twitching first, then hardening more with desire. He could see her eyes as they moved downward to become locked on his hard cock, now popping with each step he took.

The Waterfall: My Half

In 1997, I was attending university and dealing with my first major breakup. Now, as I clean out things in my home after my latest major breakup, I find this.

It's a portion of an email exchange I was doing with a woman named Alanna, online as Thegyrl4u, and someone I had never actually met. I can't remember how we connected... probably via IRC... but somehow we started exchanging erotic emails in a round-robin manner. It was fun, and something I could see myself doing again should I find someone interested.

We created this together.



The warm sun slowly dried his skin as he walked closer to the beach, feeling droplets of water trickling in gentle sheets down the length of his hair, across and through the soft skin between his rear cheeks. The roar of the falls was constant, but not loud enough that he could not hear her rapid breathing as he inched closer, his toes squishing sensually in the mud. Feeling his muscles tighten, his cock began a slow swaying motion as it extended proudly from its bed of dark fur, droplets clinging to him there and sparkling in the sun.

His cock was getting big, full and harder as he anticipated the scene about to unfold before him. He smiled as he watched her remove her hiking boots and toss them into the air behind her, landing where they may in the green grass amid the trees. Her socks followed, and soon she sat crosslegged and barefoot on the warm stone, slowly removing her shirt as her eyes stayed fixed on his emerging root. Her lips parted slightly, and she licked them again.

The water splattered about his thighs as he drew closer, the white foam tickling the firm and full sack that swayed so very gently under his growing penis. His chest began to heave when the sun graced her bare skin, her lovely, pendulous breasts finally freed from their confines.

He smiled. "Hi," he said. She winked.

Strutting closer to the rock, the thickening shaft gradually vanished from her view as he rested his elbows on the stone. Resting his head on his hands, his chest grazing the rock as he stood below her, he admired her feral beauty without restraint.

They stayed like this for a short time, hearing the crashing falls and the ospreys overhead, feeling the warm summer sun on their skin, smiling to one another, building the tension. Soon, he stepped toward the rock, climbing upward until he was waist-high to her. he took her hand in his, and gazed into her eyes as he brought her palm to his mouth.

His kiss was tender, the soft beard wettening her hand as his lips explored her fingers, wrist, and forearm with grace. A soft bite on her mound of Venus, that raised muscle at the butt of her hand, and she giggled. Caressing down the length of her arm, he encouraged her to sit closer to him.

Her hand found itself on his belly as she wiggled herself over a little with a smile. Her breasts swayed slightly as she moved, her thighs sticking to the sun-kissed rock, pebbles clinging to her flesh. She reached and felt his abdomen, felt the gentle lines of hair there and the coolness of the trickled water, teasing his navel with a fingertip, and wrapped her palm around his ribcage as she leaned forward for his kiss.

His hands found the back of her head, his fingers tangling themselves in her hair as they embraced. He bent his upper chest downward slightly like a bear descending in for a prized morsel of salmon, and her head reached upward for his lips. Her skin glowed in th sun as yellow brightness shone upon her closed eyes. Teasingly, his mouth explored hers gently, his tongue only barely tracing the outline of her lips, grazing against her cheek before pulled her closer.

Pulling her closer, his kisses became more intense. She started to gasp for breath as his mouth moved from hers to explore her cheeks, her jaw, and gradually down her neck. He brought a knee to the rock to steady himself.

She could feel it casting a shadow on the stone as it hovered beside his thigh while his knee rested there. Still, she kept her eyes closed, kissing, one hand at his chest, the other at his hip, as she felt his mouth begin to nibble and lean to bite her neck.

He moaned, tasting her sweat. She cooed, tasting his freshly washed, cool skin. He groaned to himself as he smelled the earthy, healthy musk from under her arms, clean perspiration from her miles of hiking. It spice overcame him in waves of lust, and her tugged at her hair. He grew even more insistent, more passionate, as he drew her head backward, exposing more of her tender neck and raising her breasts upward.

He moved forward and set her on her back. She sighed as she felt the warmth of the suncast stone under her, smooth, strong, hot, rigid... like the penis that was clearly in her view now.

With one knee on the stone, he leaned forward more, his kisses leaving her neck and exploring the length of her body. His mouth sauntered from under her spicy arms to muscles at the underside of her breast, gently chewing the flesh as he watched her nipple grow toward the sky and harden in the sparkling light. She slowly caressed his muscular back, his ribs, his upper thigh as his mouth took the nipple in. He back arched, she gasped, and somewhere in the distance th wind shook the leaves of the trees with a rustle, a flurry of birds soaring toward the sun.

Her nipple in his soft mouth, he started to caress her belly, his fingers playing with her sexily slight paunch. Fingers began to tease the snap of her khaki hiking shorts. He knew that she would be warm there, wet, slick. After a long hike and setting up her camp, her texture there would be ripe and her scent rich and spicy too. He made a promise to himself to discover this for certain before she let herself swim with him. He wanted to taste her core.

Slowly feasting on her breast, running nails gently across her belly, he breathed slowly, relaxing and enjoying the open and wanton pleasure of hovering over of this gorgeous partner. He half-knelt on the rock beside her, a leg still in the bubbling pond, and gazed at her longingly. He was having fun, and from her smile, so was she.

He felt the warm summer air surround his genitals with the passing breeze, his cock growing thicker and harder at the sensation, blood pulsing into its silken crown and jutting high from its nest, pulsing. He brought his leg upward from the water and knelt beside her for true. His legs spread as he did so, feeling his sack stretch pleasurably, the wind against his ass, cool on his openly exposed anus as he bent to kiss her. Her hand began to slowly circle his thigh, gripping his muscles.

She sighed, feeling his hand caress her belly more and gradually tease her loins. Nails began to thrum and scratch the khaki in tandem to his bites and licks, like a cat impatient to get through the door. For a moment, he cupped her mound in his palm and she felt him grip her center.

Even through the shorts, his hand felt the moistness, the musky tension, building inside her as he feasted on her breasts in the sun. His dark locks brushed and cascaded down her chest and belly, ringlets of wet, rich hair leaving small spirals of water on her bare, perspiring skin. She shivered. His mouth was full with her breast now, his face nuzzling into her. His hand moved from her center to steady himself as he kissed and feasted.

A trout popped its head from the water with a splash. The mosquito it was after flew into the trees. The trout swam back under the fallen logs at the bank.