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An erotic tale of magical romance spanning centuries in time, of a love lost and regained generations later, and the ultimate sacrifice for true love. MF-language-Romantic.
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If you like the fast paced sex in your story line, this is probably not a story you should download. It reads like a slow wet kiss where the lovemaking is soft and un-timed.
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Marietta Marie Sloan paused as she watched young Nathan Campbell make his way through the parking lot of the super market. She unhooked her safety belt and disembarked to follow the tall young man.
Marietta couldn't believe his close resemblance to her beloved Johan, he was nearly an exact physical double, his hair a shade or two darker was the only discernable difference she could see.
Her heart now heavy as the memories of Johan took center stage in her mind. It was a mystery to her, that after all these years the loyalty of her stubborn heart would wound itself again in the flames of love. Evidence she supposed, to the unbreakable bond of true love, but God, what a cumbersome burden to bear alone for the rest of ones life.
She took a pushcart and followed Nathan through the store, careful to blend in as best she could and avoid notoriety. He was handsome, she observed, and highly organized for a male. She watched his movements, selections, and mannerisms for some time and at last determined to meet him.
He turned down an aisle and Marietta went off in the other direction circling her mark like someone in an old spy movie, she found the whole process exhilarating. She saw him immediately as she turned into his aisle her eyes never leaving him again. As she approached she caught his glance, he smiled and her heart did a summersault right there in the lane. She remembered that smile from long ago on the face of her beloved Johan.
Nathan had somehow become instantly aware of her presence when she entered the aisle; he had watched her approach and noted something familiar about her that he couldn't place. She was a thin conservatively dressed woman very dignified in her physical presentation and very handsome despite her age, which he guessed to be early sixties.
"Sir, would you be able to direct me to the spice aisle I'm new here and in unfamiliar surroundings?" she pleasantly asked.
"The instant her voice found him, Nathan went still inside and he was no longer in the aisle of his favorite store. His head filled with the picture of this woman at a much younger age. Her arms embracing him passionately, her lips pressed to his, their arousal feeding the mutual love they obviously shared."
"Sir are feeling well?" he heard her ask.
He was back now, but shaken, Nathan had never experienced anything like that before and it was a bit unnerving. He looked into her eyes and felt an unexplainable stirring in his heart. There was a genuine look of concern in the mysterious set of deep smoking gray eyes before him.
"I'm very sorry madam, please forgive my hesitation but something of a rather peculiar nature just occurred. Yes I would be very happy to show you." Without even noticing that he had, Nathan slipped her arm through his and led her to the next aisle directly to the display of spices.
Their was a smile on Marietta's face as he led her, her heart was light inside for she was young once more with her Johan was at her side again. She picked out a small jar of marjoram, which she really didn't need and then turned back to him.
"Young man, thank you, you're very kind. I would like to invite you over for tea I make a rather heady cup of spiced citrus I think you might enjoy," she said smiling at him.
Under normal circumstances Nathan wouldn't dream of accepting an invitation like this, but he somehow felt strangely compelled to accept hers.
"Madam, I think I might find that delightful, by the way my name is Nathan Campbell," he responded. "Are you from this area?" he continued.
"No, I live in a small town by the name of Iowa Falls, about thirty minutes north of here," she replied. "It's a beautiful town, with high red stone bluffs that border the river as it goes." She told him.
"It sounds very romantic," he said smiling.
"Why don't you drive up next Saturday and I'll take you to lunch at the "Princess Café" its one of our local land marks, and one of the better eateries in town.
"I'll accept if you give me your name," he replied smiling.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry, my name is Marietta Sloan, and I'm very forgetful sometimes, please forgive me," she said blushing, as her clear, sparkling eyes, danced away attempting to hide her embarrassment.
Something made Nathan take her hand then, and bowing kiss her knuckle; even though she was a remarkably attractive woman at her age that was not enough in itself to explain his strong attraction to her, it was enjoyable but something he couldn't explain.
"I would be delighted to spend next Saturday in your little town dear Mrs. Sloan and I'm looking forward to our engagement at the "Princess Café," he told her smiling.
Marietta carefully drew out directions and provided him with her address and phone number as well. As she placed the paper in his hand she lingered there briefly and they both felt a faint stirring of primal passion. Marietta smiled as her young man walked off leaving her behind, she was happy again at last.
That night Nathan lay reading a novel a glass of sweet red wine at the night table by his side. He had been unable to lose the events of day surrounding his meeting with Mrs. Sloan. What had surprised him the most was the stirring he felt in his member, as her hand had touched his. She was a beautiful and very well built woman to be sure, but he was twenty-five, less than half her age he was sure.
Oh well he thought, it would all find its place. He would enjoy the trip to Iowa Falls, and if all went well at least make a friend in the process and if nothing else were gained by it, that in itself would make the trip worth its effort.
Fatigue covered him like a dark gray cloud swallowing his mind in sleep, as his eyes fluttered shut and he drifted away. He was restless that night tossing and turning just unable to get comfortable.
He felt a gentle hand on his forehead as someone called his name and then trailing fingertips soothing to his temples and there the trailed down the side of his cheek. He opened his eyes and she stood there motionless, a black and silver choker about her neck. Her hair was pulled high and gracefully piled at the back of her head with curling ringlets cascading down all about her face.
Marietta's smoke colored stockings ran up her toned thighs, almost touching a scant triangle of sheer fabric that almost covered her vulva, which revealed itself as full, and well rounded, through the scant fabric. Her smile was seductively radiant as she hooked her thumbs under the elastic at the sides of her panties.
Then looking again in his direction she slowly slid them down her soft creamy thighs; she paused as her mound came into view to tease his vision with the soft warm shadows of her delicate junction. His mind reeled, as his spirit panted within, and his body became racked by a fevered hunger for her.
She gracefully raised her black high heels out of the sexy garment one at a time, then stood smiling, splendid in form. So enamored was he with her perfect physical form, that the whole of his being became one hot, radiant ember. His flaring emotions sparked the unbidden fires of arousal now beginning to burn in his racing blood with an acutely intense presence.
There was softness in the dark sparkle of her eyes as she lowered her mouth to kiss him. Her tongue entered his mouth and took command of his will, stirring the mysteries of his heart with its soft skilled manipulations there. His hands laboriously caressed her body, encouraging her exploitation of his hungry mouth. Where every movement of her tongue, brought a sharp sensation of pleasure that teased the sensitive underside of his raging cock.
She licked the side of his face on her way to his neck like a feline cleaning her cub, as his fingers seduced the heated dampness of her swollen cunt. She licked and suckled his flesh like some desperate feeding vampire, driving him to extremes of sensation that rocked his mind and body. He could smell the scent of her mating fluids now; the rich, spicy scent, pleasantly caressed both his nose and his cock.
His hand found her again and she moaned, her sounds a beautiful array of intoned color, as she quivered at his gentle probe. He teased the searing flesh he found there, creating an even more perilous need in her body. Marietta rocked her lower body shamelessly against the dark magic of her young wizard's hand, lost in a world of beautiful sensation created by his spells alone.
"Use me Nathan my love, anyway you please, I have waited for this so long now my dear!" her whisper, broken and urgent.
Marietta kissed her way down his flat, hard belly, her hands continually trailing her lips, caressing their way to some distant union of the two. Her wet mouth found the head of his cock and whimpering softly the needy vixen began to consume him. She bobbed up and down on his hard shaft until it glistened with her thick saliva, her hands seductively working the warmth of his thighs and bag, as her mouth continued to lavish attention on his burgeoning dick.
"Marietta!" a single desperate utterance, that was more a plea for completion than anything.
"I am your mistress my love, your willing whore, and I will do whatever is necessary to win your love Nathan," her voice, a soft seductive echo in his mind.
She slowly stretched her leg across his mid section the slick pink lips of her mons gaping before his eyes deliciously. Reaching down between her legs she caught his member and softly stroked the hot resilient flesh of his shaft. Her eyes reveled in its feast of his cock; her body hungering for the heavily veined, wide monster in her hand, the monster she knew would end her internal agony.
She held it tenderly in both hands and then raising up placed the mammoth head at the entrance of her hot cunt. She slid down a little and the head immediately stretched her lips to the limit of their endurance. She backed him out and took small, well metered strokes, against the unusual length and girth of his beautiful cock. Before long Marietta smiled, as she felt at least half of his cock now at home in her body.
"This is a dream," he whispered.
"Yes my Prince, its all just a very sweet, sexy dream," she reassured him.
Nathan felt the slick, tight warmth of her passage, slide down his impatient shaft sealing it to her, as her cunt lips contacted his pubic mound. Her long gentle fingers made love to the skin of his chest, thrilling him there with a tingling heat. He captured her nipple between his lips and nourished himself suckling the smooth flesh of her breasts, pleasant food, his ravenous spirit lusted for.
Marietta moaned deeply above him, as he fed at the alter of her body, fortifying that desire for her, now wild within him. His teeth and tongue were merciless in his rush to sate his overwhelming greed for her flesh, as wicked hands cast his spells of lust all about her body.
