| A Gypsy�s Moon 9/9/02 He sat on the hood of his car, leaning back against the windshield slamming a few beers. The thoughts in his mind raged, and despite his beliefs, the alcohol did nothing to ease his anger. From his perch he saw her in the distance walking down a trail towards the small patch of woods. Her long raven tresses glinted in the moonlight. She wore a long flowing skirt that nearly reached her ankles. What drew his attention first though was the faint sound he heard as she walked. A jingling of many small bells. When she entered the woods he jumped from his car and followed. She seemed oblivious to his presence, but he still took advantage of the trees to help shield him. Who was she? What was she doing out here? Her pale skin almost glowed in the light of the night skies, making her appear translucent at times. The anger still burning in his heart, he thought only of mischief for the woman. She began to sing as she walked, the song unrecognizable, yet haunting and familiar. Entering a clearing, her song grew louder. She danced around, raising her arms to the moon so full above them. She looked as a gypsy. One you would expect to see in a faerie tale book, dancing about to raise the spirits and call down the goddess of the moon and the goddess of darkness. As she danced, even the animals that roamed the woods seemed to stop and stare. He hid himself behind an ancient oak watching the mysterious beauty as she danced about in a circle. To his amazement, the air around her began to shimmer, hundreds of small lights circling about her, dancing with her. She would laugh, her skirt flying up as she spun, showing to him her pale legs, and so much more. He also discovered the source of the jingles he had heard. On her ankles she wore silver bells, her toes, as well as her fingers adorned with rings. He found himself unable to take his eyes off her as she weaved her spell under that moon. And though he knew he was completely hidden behind the tree, that she could not have possibly seen him, he would have swore she looked right into his eyes and smiled. He watched for what seemed like minutes, or was it hours. All sense of time had escaped him. Soon his was drawn out into the clearing, his anger faded, completely gone, his body moving to her song. She did not appear to be startled by his presence, they danced in the circle tramping down the grass. He knew she wore nothing under her skirt, and now that he was near, the white peasant blouse she wore did little to hide her rosy hard nipples that rubbed against the thin fabric. She had ribbons in her hair and wore a silver moon shaped pendant around her neck. Soon she was dancing closer to him, her body rubbing up against his, teasing him. She would twirl around behind him, running her hands down his back, her fingernails sending chills through him. And then against his chest she would press her body. He finally wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly in his embrace he kissed her deeply. With that kiss the woods came alive and blossomed before him. He stared in wide-eyed amazement for around them flew tiny little creatures, the moonlight captured off their various colored wings and made them sparkle and shimmer. Not long was his attention allowed to wander though, for she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and then her legs around his waist. His hands moved under her tush to support her, feeling her bare flesh. Kissing him again, she began sucking his tongue into her mouth. He let his hands wander across her tush, his fingers finding her hidden garden, moving between soft lips to capture the flower buried inside. She clung to him, their tongues dancing, rising up a bit when he moved two fingers up inside of her, his thumb still caressing the budding flower between her legs. There was no sound in the night save for the crickets gentle chirp and the cries of the night birds. With his fingers inside of her, she began to slowly move up and down on them, growing wetter with each stroke. He was growing harder; his is shaft threatening to break free from his pants. He supported her with the fingers that wiggled deep inside of her, while his other hand quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them down as much as he could without breaking his fingers rhythm up inside of this magickal creature. Each time she rose up, he lowered his fingers a bit, drawing her body down lower until finally she impaled herself on his waiting shaft instead of his fingers. Her mouth opened in a gasp, but before any sound could emerge he had his tongue thrust into it. They stood in the clearing beneath the moon, her in his arms, rocking back and forth on his shaft, driving it ever deeper into herself. His lips begin licking on her neck, then working their way down. He tugged at the edge of her blouse with his teeth, pulling it away to revealing the hard nipples and the soft white globes that had enticed him all night. He bit gently at her nipple, his shaft throbbing inside, he lowered her to the ground, never losing his steady pace, never once leaving the soft wet home his shaft had discovered. His pace increased as he lay on top of her, her legs remained wrapped around him. The intensity of his earlier anger worked its way into his passion. His hands squeezing her breasts, pushing them together, he sucked both of her nipples into his mouth, his shaft plunging into her faster. Her arms wrapped around him, squeezing him tight. He raised his head for a moment looking into her eyes, but all he could see was a reflection of the moon. Nearing his climax, he began to pummel into her with his throbbing shaft, driving it deeper, drawing it completely out and then slamming it back into her. Biting into her breast and sucking on it, he let his seed spill out into her, he felt her nails inside his shirt scratching down his back. Never once did she utter a sound. When his pace slowed, finally coming to a halt, he opens his eyes to see her smile again. His scream broke the silence of the night when he saw that his arms were empty� � by darkest angell |