Nick interlocked Sarah’s fingers in his and raised her hands up above her head to the empty curtain rod gesturing her to hold the brass tube as though restrained. She knew exactly what he wanted and complied without question. With her arms outstretched he took his hands and traced the contours of her form from finger tip to waist, slowly and lovingly he became absorbed in her beauty, his movements hypnotized her as his hands flowed with the music that was now pounding in her heart. He took hold of the waist line of her jersey and lifted it patiently over her head and then dropped the garment to the floor. He retraced his steps of gliding his hands from the tips of her fingers to her waist line only this time he added soft kisses to her now naked flesh. Sarah could feel his hot breath from each kiss on her neck, back, shoulders and arms while the entire time feel the radiating cold from the window that stood before her. Her breasts hung out in full view of the window for the world to see as her nipples grew erect from the cold that surrounded them. Her skin began to crawl with goose pimples as she felt toasted on one side and chilled on the other.

She looked out the window at the storm raging just two feet beyond her and could not help but compare it to the storm developing within, when she felt the touch of his hands encompass her waist as he now explored her abs, his hands remained on red alert to her every bodily queue she involuntarily gave. With kisses to her neck he pressed firmly against her causing her to push back away from the cold emitting from the glass. His hands worked their way between her breasts relieving the sensation of goose flesh but commanding her passion to increase beyond any place she had been before. With one hand reaching up to her throat he massaged the soft tissue while with the other hand he massaged her abdomen the entire time placing delicate kisses on her shoulders, his warm breath never leaving her skin. She tilted her head back towards him granting him the pleasure of her face and cheeks to which he complied with her request and kissed her on the mouth.

Soft kisses at first, but as the intensity of their lust grew the kisses evolved into deeper, longer and more passionate ones. He spoke in a quiet but confident voice “I want you like no other” he said. She shuddered as his hand cupped her breast and squeezed gently, twisting the nipple between his finger and thumb with just the right amount of pressure that once again her body had instructed him. She turned to him, repositioning her hands on the overhead rod that beckoned her to remain held hostage.

As she slowly turned, Nick again took advantage of the light from the winter storm that illuminated this exquisite woman and presented her in an angel like form sent from the heavens. His hunger for her doubled as he reached for the bottom cuff of his own sweat shirt in a cross armed fashion and removed it. He paused only for a second to allow the music to catch up to the pace he was setting and peeled the shirt over his head. Sarah looked down at his hairless chest and drank in the site of the defined muscular tone of his torso and arms. He was not ripped like a body builder but was also not entering his metamorphic stage of middle age spread. With the light from behind her she could see the glistening sweat that reflected off his faded tan from the summer that just past. The sounds vibrating from the music being played reset and once again almost without pause re-entered her soul.

Nick placed his hands on Sarah’s hips and lowered himself to his knees before her. As he moved in to her and commenced another kissing ritual on her stomach, he tugged at the draw string to her track pants and slid them down to her feet. He left them there as if to immobilize her in place. The first kiss startled Sarah for a micro second as her knees trembled from his touch. Sarah was confused between thoughts of removing her hands from the rail above her head to grabbing the back of his neck and holding him there. She convinced herself to submit and left her hands where he had earlier placed them.

His kisses flooded her passion as he explored her thighs and hips. His hands never leaving her skin glided over her body in time with the pulses of her soul. As each pounding of her heart expanded and contracted the veins coursing throughout her body they were met with a kiss or touch from the woodsman in control of her imminent destiny.

The hint of a salty taste filled Nick’s mouth while the fragrance of vanilla from the candles earlier urged him to submit to her every whim as she swayed from side to side in beat with the music that thrust itself into their lives. Nick kissed his way up her body to a standing position in front of her when he looked at her face and saw a tear trail down one cheek and another tear swelling in her eye. He made no attempt to intervene in the course of Sarah’s expression but rather kissed her neck and whispered the words “I want you” into her ear. “You are the woman I have been dreaming of”. He added.

Sarah overcome with emotion turned back to the window hiding the tears that pooled in her eyes. She stared out at the dancing snow swirling around the trees in search of the response to his admission of desire. As she feverishly explored her own emotions she caught the stare of a lone wolf in the woods looking deep into her eyes. The eyes of the wolf were at peace and this further lowered Sarah’s defenses as she closed her eyes for second, cleansing the blurred vision that had accumulated. When she opened her eyes the wolf was gone from sight, had this been a spiritual vision she wondered? Was this her soul telling her what to do? Was she finally at peace with herself? She closed her eyes again and drifted back to the touches of Nick as he caressed her body. The music pounded harder and harder as she let go of the last of her inhibitions.

She was stuck in a moment of time she had always dreamed of. Sarah is wondering if she is really experiencing this or must she awake from a slumber to find that it’s all in her desirous imagination. The music, this wonderful, gorgeous man, the cabin, the pure ecstasy, the storm raging outside as well as in her soul…was it just a dream? The answer came abruptly to her as she again felt the warm, soft, gentle strokes from the hands of the man who just confessed his need for her. Sarah came back to reality as her knees started giving way to the pleasure bestowed on her. Nick gently held her up while she removed her hands from the rod that held her ever so gently in bondage to this evening. Sarah placed her arms around Nick’s neck, and laid her head gently on his shoulder. Her tears really started to flow now as she has always dreamed of this. It could not be real, but it in fact was. Sarah embraced Nick even tighter and he stroked her hair and whispered to her to let go and surrender to the moment. Nick told Sarah that he is here for her every desire.
The two became entranced with the music and as one they moved rhythmically to the music that took over their souls. Time seemed to stand still for both of them. Sarah kept seeing the wolf appear in her mind. She knew what she saw. Were the spirits telling her something? She knew she was here to find inner peace from the grueling day to day life. Had she already found it? She was so willing to give herself to this man, for instantly; they became one as they shared the afternoon and now the evening. Nick whispered something into Sarah’s ear. She looked startled as she pulled back a little. How could he? Sarah’s mind was racing…could he really have seen the wolf? Was that what he was talking about when he whispered, “I saw it too Sarah” Nick pulled Sarah back to him for an even deeper embrace. The two locked so tightly together, they began swaying to the music once again. Nick took control of the movements by gently swaying them both across the room and then back to the window. Sarah was in a trance as she willingly followed Nick’s lead wherever he took her.

The snow flurries were becoming increasingly furious with the approaching storm. They both just stopped for a moment to watch the magnificent sight in the window to the world. Sarah moved a little closer to the window so she could feel the cool air radiating into the room. She was so warm with passion and she wanted to have the coolness erect her nipples to get Nick’s attention once more. Sarah’s intention worked, as Nick pulled back slightly from their embrace and watched in amazement as her nipples quickly erected in the cool draft. Nick ever so softly took her breasts in his hands and just admired them for a moment before lowering his head to flick his tongue across the budding nipples before him. He began first on one side, then on the other side. Nick knew both “girls” would want equal attention, so he obliged them both. Sarah really became almost too weak to stand, but caught herself on the window ledge as Nick pleasured her bosoms. Sarah embraced Nick’s head as if to say, “Never stop!” She did not want him to stop. Her breasts swelled with desire and she could feel the fire burning deep inside of her. Her whole body began to tremble at the thought of what was to come. Sarah knew she was past the point of no return. This night was real, and she was in fact going to make beautiful love with this man who seemed to know her deepest desires as he was pleasing every one of them.

Nick suckled on her breasts as though they gave him nourishment, licking the underside of each breast, the softest of tissue, and the tiny beads of perspiration that emerged from each tiny pour. His hands massaged and caressed her breasts as though he had just found a pair of undiscovered treasures that the world had never before seen. A discovery of revolutionary proportion unveiled before him for his eyes and pleasure. Listening to Sarah’s involuntary requests Nick kissed her neck and throat soaking in the dew that formed on her flesh and replenished his desire for the angel he was now in the presence of. His trance like kisses found their way to her pouting soft lips when he turned her around and took her hands and placed their palms on the cold glass window panes as the music in the background once again repeated.

“Can you feel the storm through the glass”? He asked. “I think so,” She said. Nick kissed the back of her neck and massaged the outer parts of her shoulders. The windows vibrated slightly as her hands grew accustomed to the cold and then she felt Nicks touch no more. She closed her eyes for a moment wondering what he was going to do next when she heard his voice in her ear “Do you trust me, I mean really trust me?” He said.
Sarah nodded her head up and down to say yes. “Close your eyes my princess” he said in a gentle and assuring voice. Sarah did as instructed and then felt a silk cloth being placed over her eyes and pulled around the back of her head. As it was being tied she realized it was a blindfold “give me your vision and we shall see as one” he urged her.

The glass began to rattle or at least it seemed to as she drew on her other senses to compensate for the loss of vision. “Can you feel the storm now”? Nick again asked.
Sarah focused harder on her sense of touch and could now feel the storm blowing in gusts as she adjusted the amount of pressure she was placing on the glass. The glass danced beneath her hands with the rhythm of the wind and the pounding of the music which returned back to her heart.

Nick wrapped his arms around Sarah and held her naked in front of the window while with one leg he gently pushed her leg forward urging her to kneel on the large window ledge. She knelt on the sill that was wide enough for her to be comfortable but narrow enough for her to need to be closer to the window than ever before. The cold pocket of air that encased the glass could now be felt on her entire body; she could now almost sense the pulsations of the storm through the glass on her chest as it spoke to her.

Nick’s gentle roaming hands kept her warm as she tuned into the dark environment she was immersed in giving her greater awareness of his touch. Sarah settled into her new surroundings and lowered her defenses to a point she thought not possible as the music played one rhythm, the storm played another and Nick played yet a third. Nick’s kisses on her neck and the firm but gentle caressing of his hands gave Sarah quivers as she fell deeper into submission.

Nick wanted so much to touch Sarah but resisted until he knew she was ready. He continued his quest for answers to his question as he explored more and more of her body. His hands felt her heart beating within her chest, his lips felt the pulse of each beat of her heart under the skin of her neck, he could feel the storm beating through her movements and he could hear the music as it pounded in his ears. He knew his answer was coming soon as each rhythm grew closer and closer to synchronizing with one another to become one.
Just as the pulses aligned Nick whispered in Sarah’s ear “Can you see the wolf”? He asked. Before she could reply he passionately moved one hand between her legs and kept the other around her holding her tight so she would not fall.

With pure pleasure Sarah shuddered at his touch, at the sounds in her ears and at the site of the eyes of the wolf looking right into the core of her soul. Nick pleasured her as she responded with pelvic motions that made love to his hand and fingers. She had never felt as helpless as she succumbed to each and every nerve pulse in her body. She would not last even though this moment she wanted to be time suspended in for ever had finally come. “Give yourself to me,” he whispered and with that she surrendered unconditionally to his command. The blood raging in her swelled every corpuscle and heightened every nerve she was losing the battle to suspend time and with one failing last ditch effort she gave way like a collapsing damn.

Her body contracted almost breaking Nicks fingers as she grabbed his hand immobilizing it between her thighs. With heavy breathes and flooding emotions Sarah soared over the top and free fell like a parachutist in the sky. The first sensation of release from the plane followed by the sheer terror of being out of control until the free fall subsided when the chute opened up and all was drained. The constant pressure in her groin from the supporting straps that held the parachutist aloft giving her time to reflect on the view below her as her heart beat at a feverish pace. She drifted back down to earth at a slow and more controllable pace as she regained her senses and removed the mask that had given her site.

Legs trembling she could not stand and found herself struggling to sit on the ledge. Nick helped her down and saw the tears about to flow as she held her hands up to her eyes. With a smile he picked her up and brought her to the bed. He laid her down gently and kissed her forehead as he covered her with the blanket. She turned away from him as though ashamed while he rubbed her back and reassured her that, that was the most beautiful thing he had have ever witnessed.

Nick left her to her thoughts as he left the room. Jessie gave Nick a look that she wanted outside and he thought that fresh air would be a good idea. He opened the door and Jessie darted out to her favorite trees while the cold wind and blowing snow pounded against his half naked body. At first it was soothing, the cooling of his raging passion as he went through these just created memories. He stretched his fingers and then clinched them thinking to himself “nope not broken” he chuckled.

Thoughts of home life tried to enter his mind when he quickly turned them off and embraced the cold that now began to chill his bones. With a sharp but relatively quiet whistle he called for Jessie to return.

She bounded out from beside the cabin leaping through the deep snow like a child on a pogo stick, no particular pattern, just bouncing in an erratic sway until she reached the porch where she performed a little back leg skid and entered the cabin. Nick followed her in and closed the door behind him.

He proceeded over to the fire and added a few more pieces of hardwood to the dying embers. He fanned the fire with bellows and basked in the warmth emanating from the fireplace as he closed the screen.


Sarah lay in a tranquil state of sub consciousness as she relives each and every moment at the window. The moment of final submission cries out at Sarah as she remembers how the storm raged outside as well as within. The harmonious rhythm of two souls joined as one…wait… Sarah sat up abruptly as she remembered something. The wolf, he had come back…why is this wolf appearing again? The wolf seems to call to Sarah’s spirit. Sarah can not quite figure out what the wolf is saying to her.

She only knows that a calm serene feeling envelopes her each time she looks into the wolf’s eyes. This is a feeling unmatched by any other and undeniably mistaken. What is for her eyes only seems to be shared by Nick…could he be her secret soul mate? Could this be the proverbial mate that each longs for? Is there really such a thing? Sarah’s head is filled with swirling emotions and ideas, each raging its own storm within her being. All these questions, all these feelings…could it be possible that she is in the turmoil of her own identity? She thought she knew who she was, but her entire being seems to be in question now.

Who is this creature crying within her? Who is this wolf? Who is the spirit that seems to know her true identity? These are all questions Sarah ponders as she is suddenly reminded of the moment of sheer ecstasy as her breasts tingle from the cool breeze that swept through the room.

Her senses were starting to return and she could hear that the music that once filled her ears was different than before. Sarah started to get up to see where that beautiful sound was coming from when Nick suddenly appeared in the doorway. He asked her if she was alright, Sarah turned her head to hide her blushing. She giggled and said, “Yes Nick, I am ok. The question is…are you ok?” She asked sheepishly. Nick showed his outstretched hand and closed it and said, “Yep, I think I am going to live”. Nick chuckled as he came close to Sarah. She noticed he was bringing a drink to replenish her after that glorious escape they both had shared. Sarah quickly took the glass and raised it to her mouth in an attempt to shield her blushing. She sipped it gingerly while trying to hide her emotions. For the truth is that Sarah wanted to grab Nick and hold on to him forever. She was afraid to hold too tightly to smother, but yet afraid to let go for fear of being transposed to who she was before this night.

Nick let her finish her drink as he walked to the window and held out his hands and arms as though feeling for some echo of the past events. His hands swept back and forth like a farmers checking the height of his wheat field. He placed his hands gently against the glass to feel the storm. He stared into the storm as though defying it to compete with him on this night. He pulled back and turned to Sarah. She had finished her drink and sat on the bed covered from the waist down.

Nick sat beside her his hands on her shoulders, massaging in a deep yet gentle manner. Sarah once again felt herself begin to become weak at his touch. Nick climbed on the bed and knelt behind her placing more pressure from the palms of his hands on her lower neck and down the center of her spine. Sarah swayed her head back and forth at the delight she felt as he released tension that had found its way into Sarah’s muscles.

He guided her through his hand movement to lie down on the bed on her back. She complied with a smile on her face that let Nick know he was heading down the right path.

He moved off the bed and around the ornamental rails of the foot board. From the dresser he pulled some long cloth objects that resembled dress ties made of silk. He took one of the silk ties and made a loop on one end and reached through the rails of the bed and he placed it over one of her legs and pulled it down to her ankle where he then tied it loosely to the bed post.

With his hand at her foot he began to massage the sole and the pads that must have seen many miles of walking. With thumb and all four fingers he kneaded the tension away until the flesh had collapsed in his hand like soft clay. He reached one hand under her leg and massaged her calf while the other held the top of her foot down. The weight of her leg finally fell down on the bed as she relaxed her tense posture. He moved over to her other leg and repeated the procedure of first tying it in place and then rewarding her for her submission.

When he felt she was at ease enough he moved back around the side of the bed and sat down, her arm laid at her side as he picked up her hand and massaged away the tension in her palms and fingers. With one hand holding hers he tenderly massaged her arm from the pit under the shoulder down to the wrist. He again felt her body give in to his touch as her arm dropped into his cradle hold of it.

He fashioned another loop in the third silk tie and placed it over her hand without resistance from her. He lifted her arm out to the side and over her head reaching for the headboard where he slowly tied it in place.

He kissed her on the forehead and proceeded to the other side of the bed where placed her free arm in the same restraining fashion that she had now become accustomed to.

Lying down on the bed beside her he took in her beauty while turning his hand over and gently dragging his nails on her skin. Exploring her flesh and watching for signs of pleasure so that he may repeat them over and over. As he watched his hand delicately caress her body she watched his eyes and wondered how he could take such pleasure in pleasing her. She jumped slightly as he found a ticklish spot and gasped gently as he found sweet spots. With the map of her body etched in his mind he traced the route that brought her the most pleasure. Up along the side of her stomach just grazing the edge of her breast and over the top of her chest like an early pioneer he continued down between the mountains and across the plains to the top of her hips where he circled for awhile perhaps waiting out bad weather. When he felt it was safe to continue he headed south across the top of her thigh all the way to the end of her coastline where he turned around across the top of her foot and followed his path back towards the great divide that separated the East and West banks of the island of Sarah. He searched south down the West bank but found it was a mirror image to the East bank and returned back to the camp site at the hip.

He traced paths across the plains that separated the mountains from the grass lands below as though trying to determine the best route to follow. His hand danced with the music as it glided over her flesh. Sarah tried to move a little and the restraints became taught alarming her and telling her that she was really tied down could not resist even if she wanted. At his mercy again she felt tense and Nick sensed this in her reactions and knew what he must do to regain total control of her.

He leaned forward and placed his head down on her stomach while continuing the circular patterns established before. He listened to her heart beat and felt each tiny contraction of pleasure as the pressure from the side of his face helped to settle her down.

He turned further over and started placing soft warm kisses on her in random fashion as if he was playing a slow invisible game of bingo. She closed her eyes and tilted up slightly to meet his mouth as his kisses grew stronger. With no music playing in the back ground Sarah slipped back to the window in her mind and began to hear the beat of the drums and the chants of the warriors as she searched for the wolf she knew would appear.

Nick placed his hands on Sarah’s sides now that he had straddled her just at the top of her thighs. Leaning down he played another slow game of bingo kissing every imagined number that was called. Kisses to her stomach, kisses to her inner arms and neck, some kisses found their way to her breasts and throat. Sarah was slipping faster into submission this time as she felt safe in his care. He kissed Sarah slowly on the mouth while he held the side of her head and gently stroked her hair back behind her ears.

Sarah looked into his eyes and saw the reflection of the wolf looking back at her. She closed her eyes to refocus on the site she had just seen but as before the wolf was gone.

Nick placed kisses on her neck and in a slow crossing pattern he continued down past the mountains, across the plains, past the grass land and over each of the two banks that led to the shoreline at the end of Sarah Island. When he reached the coast he sampled the ten shells he found in a row at the water’s edge. As he suckled them she felt uneasy at first but then an erotic feeling swelled inside of her. Nick returned back up from the shore line bouncing back and forth for the inner east bank to the inner west bank until he was upon the grassland where the divide met.

With gentle brushes of his face he toyed with the blades of grass, pulling some gently in his teeth and then releasing them again. His hot breath on her divide penetrated her skin warming her from the inside out. He pressed his mouth down on the camp site and held her hips in place. Ever so slowly his mouth moved closer and closer to the place where each bank collided with the other constantly kissing his way there. Leaving a saliva trail behind he worked his way across the new found hot spring that was hidden from the banks and from the grasslands above. His tongue examined the entrance way to the hot spring that was nestled just beyond his reach. He mapped out the frontal landscape with his tongue as though searching for the key that surely opened the passageway to Shangri-La.

Nick waited patiently there until Sarah raised her hips to the explorer and begged him to enter the hot spring he so wan tingly needed. As his mouth met the gateway to Shangri-La her thighs turned inwards pinning him in place. He reached up to the mountain range first grabbing hold so as not fall then firmly he pulled his hands down her sides and under her hips lifting her further in the air as he pushed his tongue through the doorway to pleasure.

It did not take long for Sarah to now make love to his mouth as she just gave in to her body’s demands for pleasure. Nick read her motions and contractions as he had done earlier at the window when the flood gates opened up from within Shangri-La and poured down Nicks chin and on to his chest. Convulsion after convulsion Sarah pinned her lover with all her might as she repeated this gyrating dance of love with Nick’s mouth.
With what was surely the third and final explosion Sarah felt herself free fall back down to the bed while releasing her prey from the death grip she had exerted on him.

Nick’s ears rung from the pressure they had endured as he kissed both camp sites and headed up to the north end of the island of Sarah. He rose from the bed and released the restraints he had placed on her. With her freedom Sarah once again returned to the fetal position pulling the blanket over her in a hap hazard way. Nick kissed Sarah on the top of her head and smiled.

Nick went to the bathroom to assess the damage. He stood in front of the mirror with chin and chest glistening from the bath they had received and smiled to himself in an almost proud fashion. He cleaned up and rinsed his mouth the whole time his ears continued to ring from the ordeal they had encountered. Nick cupped his ears as though a change in air pressure could possibly pop them back to their normal condition. When they did not pop back he grinned and thanked them for taking one for the team.

He turned on the water and cleansed his faced one more time letting the cool liquid dribble down his chest. As he wiped his face he caught a glimpse of Sarah approaching from behind, he smiled as she hugged him from her position behind him.
She kissed his shoulder and then rested her head there for a moment when this tender moment was interrupted by the ringing of that old style phone on the wall.

very creative imagery in this write... the boundaries are where you place them... thank you for sharing your vision of love and mother nature...

Thank you for your kind words Athena Rose II.

Now all I have to do is figure out what to do with the other 60 odd pages that tell the tale of just how this scene came to be and where it leads.

I tried posting the entire story so that sections would not be taken out of context but this site hiccupped at my attempt.

Great writing....just wish I hadn't read it at work on my lunch hour. Now I'm curious about the rest of the story. Well done.

The rest of the story is about how the two strangers meet and in a short period of time learn that they each need one another. After the scene posted their storyline continues until each realizes that they must go home to their own lives. A void is left behind in their hearts and as time passes they long once again for one another.

Thank you for your kind words......sorry about your lunch. :-)