The Adventure continues...
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When I was able to calm myself down, Donal, Yusaf and I walked back to the main house. The wedding celebration was still going strong, but I had no desire to celebrate anymore. The memories that Armand had dredged up were still too painful. We took Yusaf to the nursery and gave him back to the care of the nursery maid. Since I wasn’t the least bit sleepy, Donal suggested that we take a moonlight stroll in the gardens. There was a full moon that night. It sounded fine to me, so we went outside.
The garden was very lovely in the moonlight. I was surprised and wondered why we hadn’t done this before.
“Does it matter?” Donal asked. “We are here now and together.”
We strolled for a while arm in arm. When I grew tired, we found a bench to sit on and cuddle. We were still close enough to the house that we could hear the sounds of music and merriment in the distance. We sat there quietly for a while. Then the musicians started playing a male-only dance, one that allowed the men to show off their dance moves and skills.
Without saying a word to me, Donal got up and started to dance for me. I had never seen him dancing solo before. I was very surprised with his grace, agility and stamina. I especially was impressed when he would, in time with the beat, squat down and kick out, over and over again. Or when he would spin in place on one foot. He looked so athletic and alive as he danced. When the music came to an end, he finished his dance on his knees in front of me. Despite the difficulty of his dance, he hardly seemed winded. He smiled at me broadly and then opened his arms for me to join him on the ground. To my amazement, I did just that. I was caught by the allure of his masculinity.
Donal kissed me so completely and so lustily that I began to respond to him. He made my body so enflamed with passion that I could think of nothing other than how much I wanted him. With little effort, he lay me down on the ground and rapidly unbuttoned my dress. In no time at all, I was totally naked, totally exposed and begging for him to take me. He chortled in satisfaction as he shed his clothes. He knew every part of my body so thoroughly and every spot that would send me soaring with pleasure. He made sure he didn’t miss one before he entered me and sought to find all the spots that would bring me to ecstasy. Once he was sure that I had reached my pinnacle did he then find his own and we became one in our rapture.
As we lay entangled with each other, slowly coming down from our lovemaking, I looked off towards the house, which was still alit with partying. I saw a movement by a tree and recognized Pahpey standing there and he was masturbating.
I cried out in shame. “What is it, love? What’s the matter?” Donal demanded.
“Someone was standing over there, watching us. I think it might have been Pahpey.” I pointed in the direction I had been looking, but there was no one there anymore. Swiftly, Donal got up and ran over to the tree. If it had been Pahpey, he had quickly left. Donal couldn’t find anyone and saw no evidence that anyone had been there.
“It must have been your imagination, love. There is no one there.”
I was almost completely dressed when he returned to me. “Oh no, love! I had hoped that we could go skinny-dipping in the lake. A midnight moonlit swim would be so exhilarating right now.”
“I am sorry, dear heart, but I cannot. Imagination or not, I am too unnerved by the thought of us being watched while we are being intimate. Plus, you have forgotten that I don’t know how to swim.”
Donal sighed and started to dress. When he finished, he came up from behind me and threw his arms around me. “Thank you, love! You have fulfilled one of my fantasies. I have always dreamed of making love outdoors, with a beautiful, naked and completely uninhibited woman. It was better than I dreamed it would be. Next time, we will do in the daylight…”
“Next time!” I exclaimed as I turned to look at him. “Why Donal conAgri! You are so shameless! You will never get me to do that! I would be so mortified and fearful of being seen!”
“Yes, I am shameless. Shamelessly in love with you. But are you sure, love? What if I found a place where you could be absolutely sure we are alone?”
“Well, I will think about it when and if you do …”
“That’s my love.” Donal replied as he began to kiss and touch me once more.
I broke away from him. “Stay away from me, you lecher!” I declared playfully.
“Come back here, you little vixen, you…” He responded back.
We played cat and mouse, laughing and giggling, around the garden for quite a few minutes. He finally caught me by tackling me. He then hoisted me over shoulder. I screamed and begged him to put me down, in pretend fear. But my playacting turned to mortification when Donal carried me past several family members who had exited the house for some fresh air.
As he walked by, he told them, “Women! They are so hard to handle when there is a full moon!”
He continued into the house past more family and friends. I hide my face in embarrassment.
When we got to our suite, he threw me onto our bed and continued to make love to me several more times that night. When we were too exhausted to move, we lay in each other’s arms and started to drift off to sleep. But just before I did, it occurred to me that the evening had started with me being so depressed and wallowing in bad memories. Somehow Donal had managed so gradually to turn me from my misery and give me such joy and happiness that I hadn’t noticed the transition. I felt then even more love for him than I thought could be possible.
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§ § § When I was able to calm myself down, Donal, Yusaf and I walked back to the main house. The wedding celebration was still going strong, but I had no desire to celebrate anymore. The memories that Armand had dredged up were still too painful. We took Yusaf to the nursery and gave him back to the care of the nursery maid. Since I wasn’t the least bit sleepy, Donal suggested that we take a moonlight stroll in the gardens. There was a full moon that night. It sounded fine to me, so we went outside.
The garden was very lovely in the moonlight. I was surprised and wondered why we hadn’t done this before.
“Does it matter?” Donal asked. “We are here now and together.”
We strolled for a while arm in arm. When I grew tired, we found a bench to sit on and cuddle. We were still close enough to the house that we could hear the sounds of music and merriment in the distance. We sat there quietly for a while. Then the musicians started playing a male-only dance, one that allowed the men to show off their dance moves and skills.
Without saying a word to me, Donal got up and started to dance for me. I had never seen him dancing solo before. I was very surprised with his grace, agility and stamina. I especially was impressed when he would, in time with the beat, squat down and kick out, over and over again. Or when he would spin in place on one foot. He looked so athletic and alive as he danced. When the music came to an end, he finished his dance on his knees in front of me. Despite the difficulty of his dance, he hardly seemed winded. He smiled at me broadly and then opened his arms for me to join him on the ground. To my amazement, I did just that. I was caught by the allure of his masculinity.
Donal kissed me so completely and so lustily that I began to respond to him. He made my body so enflamed with passion that I could think of nothing other than how much I wanted him. With little effort, he lay me down on the ground and rapidly unbuttoned my dress. In no time at all, I was totally naked, totally exposed and begging for him to take me. He chortled in satisfaction as he shed his clothes. He knew every part of my body so thoroughly and every spot that would send me soaring with pleasure. He made sure he didn’t miss one before he entered me and sought to find all the spots that would bring me to ecstasy. Once he was sure that I had reached my pinnacle did he then find his own and we became one in our rapture.
As we lay entangled with each other, slowly coming down from our lovemaking, I looked off towards the house, which was still alit with partying. I saw a movement by a tree and recognized Pahpey standing there and he was masturbating.
I cried out in shame. “What is it, love? What’s the matter?” Donal demanded.
“Someone was standing over there, watching us. I think it might have been Pahpey.” I pointed in the direction I had been looking, but there was no one there anymore. Swiftly, Donal got up and ran over to the tree. If it had been Pahpey, he had quickly left. Donal couldn’t find anyone and saw no evidence that anyone had been there.
“It must have been your imagination, love. There is no one there.”
I was almost completely dressed when he returned to me. “Oh no, love! I had hoped that we could go skinny-dipping in the lake. A midnight moonlit swim would be so exhilarating right now.”
“I am sorry, dear heart, but I cannot. Imagination or not, I am too unnerved by the thought of us being watched while we are being intimate. Plus, you have forgotten that I don’t know how to swim.”
Donal sighed and started to dress. When he finished, he came up from behind me and threw his arms around me. “Thank you, love! You have fulfilled one of my fantasies. I have always dreamed of making love outdoors, with a beautiful, naked and completely uninhibited woman. It was better than I dreamed it would be. Next time, we will do in the daylight…”
“Next time!” I exclaimed as I turned to look at him. “Why Donal conAgri! You are so shameless! You will never get me to do that! I would be so mortified and fearful of being seen!”
“Yes, I am shameless. Shamelessly in love with you. But are you sure, love? What if I found a place where you could be absolutely sure we are alone?”
“Well, I will think about it when and if you do …”
“That’s my love.” Donal replied as he began to kiss and touch me once more.
I broke away from him. “Stay away from me, you lecher!” I declared playfully.
“Come back here, you little vixen, you…” He responded back.
We played cat and mouse, laughing and giggling, around the garden for quite a few minutes. He finally caught me by tackling me. He then hoisted me over shoulder. I screamed and begged him to put me down, in pretend fear. But my playacting turned to mortification when Donal carried me past several family members who had exited the house for some fresh air.
As he walked by, he told them, “Women! They are so hard to handle when there is a full moon!”
He continued into the house past more family and friends. I hide my face in embarrassment.
When we got to our suite, he threw me onto our bed and continued to make love to me several more times that night. When we were too exhausted to move, we lay in each other’s arms and started to drift off to sleep. But just before I did, it occurred to me that the evening had started with me being so depressed and wallowing in bad memories. Somehow Donal had managed so gradually to turn me from my misery and give me such joy and happiness that I hadn’t noticed the transition. I felt then even more love for him than I thought could be possible.
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Date: 2009-06-22 03:21 pm (UTC)but if that really was Pahpey, i could see how Patra would think that's kinda creepy - i know i would....
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Date: 2009-06-22 04:12 pm (UTC)i do have a respectful and compassionate view of my elders, i guess there's just somethings that are TMI. heh.
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Date: 2009-06-22 04:20 pm (UTC)i agree with what you're saying, and interestingly enough, while i never did the walking in, i've been walked in ON. it was weird.
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Date: 2009-06-22 04:28 pm (UTC)How old was yours when that happened? The worst for me, my oldest last year (I think) somehow managed to sneak in under the bed and it was several minutes before we noticed. That sucked, but she learned a big lesson on both sneaking and respect.
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Date: 2009-06-22 04:31 pm (UTC)the little one was at least once since sept - she was 7 (she's 8 now)
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Date: 2009-06-22 04:35 pm (UTC)That made me LOL. I was only nine when I saw my mom & stepdad, and I was old enough to have no real benefit from it.
I think Eden was still five when she snuck in on us. She tried it again once afterwards. We always think she's asleep! I think she's too curious for her own good, cause I've already had the talk and everything. But I guess curious kids are better than curious inlaws. :P
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Date: 2009-06-22 04:49 pm (UTC)heheh good point!
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Date: 2009-06-23 05:58 am (UTC)Yes. His affair with the nursery maid made that kind of obvious, didn't it?
Wow! That is a cool user pic. I wonder if Matt Groening knows about it. All it needs to be perfect is to add Ned Flanders, in leather and a whip.
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Date: 2009-06-23 04:36 pm (UTC)May I ask, did you even tell him he has a son? Just the way you worded it makes me wonder. If it's too private, no worries. I wouldn't want someone like that having influence over my son either.
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Date: 2009-06-23 10:19 pm (UTC)You're so strong! The way you talk about Patra OOC made me think you possibly had some first-hand knowledge of abuse, but I am sorry to hear it confirmed. I had the emotional stuff, but blessedly never had sexual abuse (that I recall, anyway). My daughter is only six and she's already asked some about my past. I just told her my stepdad was a "mean man" and that I don't like talking about the things he did. She seemed to accept that.