A Wandering Spirit - Sex Stories

A Wandering Spirit

... loneliness had been revealed to me, and that I understood her pain. I opened my arms and reached them out to her. We silently embraced, the only sound coming from the fire, as it spit and crackled. Our hearts had spoken with each other, and there were no longer any words worthy enough to cross our lips.

Anna released me, and then said, "If you wish to continue your kayaking trip in the morning, you must sleep."

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Chapter 11 - Flames of Passion

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I went over to the large bench, the size of a bed, and snuggled down between the furs. Laying on my right side, I faced the fire. Anna came over to the opposite side of the bench and joining me, shifted until she was spooning against me. Anna's round breasts pressed against my back, and she draped her left arm over me, resting it against my stomach.

I was surprised, but yet, not surprised. Anna said I had great empathy and compassion. I realized what Anna wanted was someone to cuddle with. As I lay there, I thought about the life Anna had been living for 1100 years. She was immortal, but everyone she met, everyone she befriended, and everyone she loved, were not. Anna lost her family at the farmhouse, and for centuries, watched the people she knew grow old and die, leaving her alone once again. Immortality is a curse, not a blessing! Tonight, Anna wanted to be with another person, to touch them and feel their warmth. I would not interfere.

I stared at the fire for a long time, watching the ...

... flames dance, and I wondered if, somehow, I could do more. I opened my fur toward the fire and felt the radiant heat bathe my bare skin. But behind me, I felt something else stirring. Something more than physical, more than mental, a combination of both, penetrating deeper and hotter than even the roaring fire!

Anna noticed my restlessness and asked, "Are you alright, Leah?"

I replied, "Anna, I haven't kayaked since last fall, and my shoulder and back muscles are sore. If you don't mind, could you rub them for me?"

Anna said, "Roll over onto your stomach, and I will give you a quick massage."

I did as Anna asked, and as I rolled, I felt her erect nipples rake across my back. She shifted position, swinging her leg over me to straddle my hips. This was not a bed, it was a bench, with but a single fur beneath me. Anna's weight pressed firmly down on my bum as she rocked forward and back, and I enjoyed the feelings coming from where our flesh touched. Anna applied pressure as her hands touched my back, my shoulders, and my neck. Her hands were strong but rough. I did not complain and began softly moaning to show her my appreciation. Anna varied the pressure, mixing forceful rubs with gentle teasing.

Then, Anna paused and asked, "Would you like to roll over?"

It was decision time. Anna's body was perfection, and my mind raced with thoughts of touching her, and of being touched. If I told her no, then I would be safe tonight, and nothing would happen, except for a ...