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 Miracles Taken for Granted  1-4/4  (MF, nosex), (MF, nosex),
(M-Dog-Bitch, zoo, best, rom), (MF, rom) 
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MF nosex
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The strange things my mind does when I'm washing dishes...

Neighbors, this one is more in the nature of a think piece.

The theme:  When was the last time you took the time to just think
about your relationship with your Significant Other?
----

Miracles Taken For Granted
---

As we settled for bed and our usual evening fuck, I was watching my
SO.  Something had been bothering me for several days and so far I
hadn't been able to bring it out where I could study it.  Idly, as I
admired her figure, I let my thoughts drift to our first meeting.

With startling clarity, I realized what had been bothering me.
"Helen?"

She raised her eyes so she could see my reflection in her mirror.  A
slight tilt of her head let me know I had her attention.

"When was the last time we took the time to just relax and let
ourselves appreciate what we have?"  I was struggling to find words
for an emotion that was running through me.  "The sex. The closeness.
The gentle touches that say so much more than 'I love you'."

I spread my hands in a helpless gesture.  "The wondrous miracle of it
all."

I trailed off in a whisper and with a wry smile.  "Just...
Everything."

I waited.  Her shoulders sagged and her normally sure movements slowed
to a stop.  I saw tears start to run down her cheeks before she turned
to face me.

Her whisper was filled with a sort of bemused mix of horror and pain.
"Ray?  I don't remember.  Have we?"

I shook my head in my own denial.  "I don't remember either.  I don't
know if we have or not."

Both of us were crying.  I walked over and stood behind her.  I
reached up and gently began massaging the top of her shoulders and the
sides of her neck.  She was tense.  Extremely tense. Slowly, she began
to relax again.

"What made you think of that?"  One of her hands came up and gently
held one of mine.  "I don't take it for granted.  I know you don't
take it for granted.  Yet...  We take it all for granted, don't we?"

"Yeah.  Something like that.  Things have been so good, for so long, I
felt like there was something I wasn't seeing.  I was thinking about
how we met and that was the missing piece.  I remembered what I didn't
have then.  That made me realize that in the years since we met,
you've given me so much that I haven't stopped to take the time to say
'Thank You'."

"I've been so *content* and used to the happiness of being with
you..."

"That I've never taken the time to stop, take some time to appreciate
what we have, and then let you know how much I appreciate what you've
chosen to share with me.  I'm sorry I've managed to treat things so
casually - for so long."

I let my hands rest on her shoulders and then I pulled her back
against me.  "This.  Just feeling you next to me.  Knowing we've done
so much for each other.  Trust.  Shared pain.  Even the anger during
misunderstandings.  You're there.  You keep me looking outside
myself."

I smiled at her reflection.  "I love you.  It's long past time that I
told you..."  I stopped my rambling and pulled her into a firm hug.

"I think you're a walking miracle."
======

MF nosex
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Portrait of a Lover
---

A frozen moment of time.

When was the last time I really *saw* the one I love?

My answer shames me.

I don't remember.

I shift so I am sitting on the edge of our bed.

When she gets out of the bath and starts to enter the bedroom, I make
my move.

"Stop in the doorway.  Lean on one jamb."

Green eyes study me for a moment.  Pale pink lips quirk into a slight
smile as she casually  settles herself and waits for my next move.
"Like this?"

I bring up my hands and act like I am framing a picture.  I start at
her feet and slowly 'scan' until I reach her face.

I smile.  "Like that.  I couldn't remember the last time I really
*looked* at you."

"Ah."  It is a breath filled with promises.  She shifts her body
slightly.  It isn't much of a movement but it's enough to change her
attitude from relaxed casualness to calm pride with a hint of
eroticism.  "Like what you see?"

I lower my hands so I am looking at her feet again.  In passing, I
note that her skin glows from being freshly scrubbed.  "I'll tell you
what I see before I answer that question."

"Your toes aren't perfect.  The toenails are a little ragged. They
need trimming again.  The edges of your feet are slightly calloused.
Your feet are firmly planted on the ground.  I see signs that you walk
barefoot a lot.  The skin is slightly dry even though you are freshly
bathed.  From experience, I know the dry look will pass quickly."

I move my view upwards slightly.  "Not youthfully lithe. Older.
Muscular but with some signs of age.  Blemishes here and there.  Still
strong.  The muscles in your right leg are mostly relaxed.  The main
muscle in your lower left leg is well defined.  It's obvious you are
using it to support most of your weight as you lean against the jamb.
I can see some dampness left from your bath.  Here and there the
moisture is gathering into larger droplets that seem to hang before
they finally flow down your legs."

I frame her hips and then briefly glance into her eyes before looking
back.  Her pubic triangle is centered in my vision.  I remember what
my fingers tell me when I've caressed her crotch. This is the first
time I've really studied how she *looks*.

"Amazing.  Considering how fine your pubic hair feels, it looks
coarse.  Reddish in color.  Not as deep a red as the hair on your
head.  Still moist.  I won't try to guess if that moisture is from
your bath or from within.  From the shifts in skin tones, I can tell
your pubes push outwards slightly.  Your pubic hair is sparse enough
that I can see your labia.  Those are darker than your skin but not
the same color they get when you are aroused.  One hip is slightly
higher than the other. The width below your waist hints at what's on
the other side. You aren't skinny but you aren't excessively fat
either. Hippier than most women these days.  Closer to Rubenesque than
many.  More than enough padding over your bones."

I break off and look directly at her eyes again.  "What can I say?
Built to be held close and enjoyed.  Plenty to cuddle up to.  Very
fuckable.  Very tasty too."

She blushes and I grin back.  I see more moisture glistening on her
pubic hair.

"Your stomach isn't as flat and taut as it was when we first met.
Mature.  A little larger but not fat.  Your breasts look larger.  They
sag slightly but the nipples are erect.  Your areolae are dark against
your skin.  Like the rest of you, they simply show that you are older
now.  More experienced.  Carry them with pride."

"Your arms are slender and crossed under your breasts.  Your fingers
look delicate but I know how strong they are."

"Your whole posture is relaxed.  Casual.  A little amused. Tolerant of
my sudden whim and enjoying my scrutiny.  The earlier blush has mostly
vanished but it left your skin with a rosy glow."

I lower my hands and take the time to look her over again. "Honesty
compels me to say I've seen women who are more beautiful.  You aren't
plain but you aren't a model, either." I shrug slightly.  "You know of
my appreciation for the beauty in other women."

I pause as I make sure of my next words.  "You're what I love. A woman
who is complete.  It's not how you look so much as it is how you carry
what you have.  Magnetic.  Compelling."

"You have something that calls to me.  I've never been able to put it
in words.  I can point at another woman and say 'she has it, too'.
That still doesn't convey the overall impact."

I frame her face with my hands.  Instead of commenting, I lower my
hands and then walk over to kiss her tenderly.  I pull back slightly.

"How do I capture your face in words?  Full lips.  Green eyes. Ears on
either side.  A rather ordinary nose.  A wide mouth that's smiling
slightly.  Brilliant red hair that flows down your cheeks and trails
off just above your breasts."

"Put it together and the overall look is something fairly plain."

"When I look closer though...  I see your face through eyes that
remember my love for you.  I remember your eyes sparkling at some
joke.  I remember your face slightly tilted to one side as you ponder
some comment I've made.  I remember lips pursed in thought.  I
remember lips distended as you nurse my penis. I remember cheeks that
moved in and out as you focused on bringing me pleasure."

"I remember eyes gone distant as you let yourself be overwhelmed by
the pleasure I'd given you."

"I remember hair that was flailing wildly as your head went from side
to side as you orgasmed."

"Tears of happiness.  Of pain."

I wrap her in a hug.

"I see my lover, my wife.  I see the woman I love."

"Yes, I like what I see."

We kiss and then I pull away.  Hands intertwined, we head for bed.

The rest of the night was spent talking without words.
======

M-Dog-Bitch, zoo, best, rom

Mattress Meditations
Another in the 'Miracles Taken for Granted' series
----

My fingers told them of my urgency and they responded in the ways I
knew spoke of their own need.

He, in his usual, direct, 'I want you NOW', fashion speared his nose
into my crotch and started licking and probing.  He wanted one thing,
for me to roll over onto my knees and present myself for him.

She, on the other hand, while filled with her own desires, was more
'patient'.  She went for the open-mouthed, very demanding and
probing--kiss.  I chuckled.  "Bitch.  You know what that does, don't
you?"

She made the barest pause and then went back to forcing my mouth open
so she could explore.

'Yes, dear,' I thought.  'I'm still wondering how you discovered the
direct connection between my mouth and my crotch.  Not complaining.
Neither is he.'

It wasn't long before my prick was fully engorged and I felt a paw
pushing against my side.  'Enough foreplay.  Be my bitch.'

I managed to get to my knees and present for him.  I got a quick
nosing that I always thought of as his final check to make sure I was
ready and positioned right, then I felt 80 pounds of dog on my back.

This time, instead of ignoring her and helping him I trusted to his
experience and shifted her so I could satisfy her orally.  

That was my intention anyway.  But, instincts and years of
conditioning took over and I found myself forgetting about her needs.

I felt a delicate probing that told me he was searching for my asshole
and then I felt a wetness when his tip slipped slightly into me.  His
forelegs clenched firmly and he jerked me back as his hips drove his
penis through my sphincter with his usual implacableness.

He made a few short but highly driven strokes that slammed his rapidly
swelling knot into me and kept it there while it reached full
expansion.  Once tied and pulsing his orgasm into me, his instincts
let his experience take over again.  I felt his forelegs slide along
my body until his front paws were draped over my shoulders.  Once
there his toes curled and uncurled in time with his orgasmic pulses.
Once in awhile he'd use his legs to brace himself and arch his hips
forward so his still swollen penis would forge into my colon.  When he
relaxed, his knot would tug gently and stretch my sphincter.  

Every once in awhile one of us would shift and there would be a
momentary pressure on my prostate.  When that happened I'd arch my
back and moan with pleasure.

80 pounds of dog felt like 200 pounds--and I loved it.

There was no doubt I was his bitch.  Thoroughly dominated by his
selfish lust, I surrendered to him.  I was a bitch.  I was being bred
by the alpha dog in my life.  His lust was everything.  It was all I
needed to know.

I let his dominance control my desires.  One hand braced me while I
arched under him, gladly taking his weight and supporting us both.  My
other hand slid down my stomach until it found my still engorged
prick.  I pressed it against my pubes while my fingers slid over my
balls and manipulated them, pressing and stroking them until I could
hold myself away from my prick no longer.

Still arched I started stroking my prick with a demanding, urgent
vigor than encouraged my orgasm.  I pressed back into him and twisted
so his penis massaged me internally.  With easy skill I found the
position that let me massage my prostate against him.

It was enough.  I drove backwards and clenched.  I felt the base of
his penis expand and contract as it was teased by my sphincter.  My
hand demanded--and I felt the ripples as my muscles forced my semen
along my length until it splattered on the bedding.

In seconds it was over and I let myself collapse until my head was on
the bed.

Now I had time to luxuriate in the pleasure of knowing his dominance
wasn't over.  He was still swollen and his body was still collapsed on
my back while he contently waited for nature to finish with him.

Now I felt his drool cooling where it had dripped onto my shoulders
and along my neck.

I felt his nose where it rested along side my neck.  His breathing was
ragged and it gusted past my ear.

I loved it.  I loved him.

Once my breathing steadied I remembered her and turned my head until I
could see her knowing smile. 

'About time.'  She hadn't moved except to shift her head so she could
gaze into my eyes.

Once that happened and she knew I was aware of her again she stretched
and let her legs fall open so I had full access to her pubic area.

I moved and my lips covered her vulva.  My tongue delved and I felt
her hips respond, arching her into my attention.

Eventually I knew she was lubricated enough and I worked three fingers
into her.  As I pressed, slowly easing my fingers into her, I felt her
muscles quiver and rhythmically press against them.

I paused once I was fully inside and waited until the clenching slowed
and eventually stopped.

By carefully shifting my weight, I freed my other hand and used it to
lightly stroke her belly.  I wordlessly crooned and let her know how
much I loved her. The fingers I had buried inside her passage felt her
sigh and relax.  I looked along her belly and smiled. "There's only
one thing left to make it better for both of us, love."

I twitched my fingers slightly and jogged then a little to warn her
that I was going to go back to teasing her body to its true orgasm.

Without warning I bent two of my fingers, leaving my middle finger
extended--and shoved my hand forward firmly.

Almost immediately I felt her clench.  Then her muscles grabbed,
released--and I felt both of her rings of muscle milk my middle finger
while I kept it firmly embedded without moving it.

After a minute or so her pulsing slowed and stopped.  I kissed her
stretched vulva gently before slowly withdrawing my fingers.  I felt a
few spasms and then I was free.

I felt fur sliding across my back and shuddered with pleasure when I
felt his knot slip from my ass.

Warm air met draining semen and I felt the coolness trickle until it
dripped from my scrotum.  His nose touched me and then his tongue.
Localized coolness became general after he was satisfied he'd tasted
enough.

I felt the bed shake when he collapsed and started licking himself.

Now, with all of us satiated, I rolled and settled on my back.  I
spoke few soft words and they repositioned themselves next to me.

The three of us cuddled.

While the three of us shared the afterglow that only lovers can share,
I realized rather embarrassingly that all too often our lust and the
demands of life hadn't allowed us to be like this as often as we
should have been.

Sure, we all had sexual desires that we readily took the time to
satisfy.  Any of us could ask for sex, and generally get the one we
desired to mate with us if the time allowed for it.

But, all too often those times together didn't let us relax together
afterwards.

I sighed and gave each of my partners long hugs and gently pulled them
into a closer embrace.

"Sorry, kids.  Sometimes I forget to let you know how much you mean to
me."

I felt them relax against me.  He, of course, rolled onto his back in
a bid for more attention.  That hand willingly gave it to him.

She, on the other hand surprised me with a gesture she hadn't used in
years.  One paw touched my cheek lightly and she held it there until I
captured it with my other hand.

Once she was satisfied she'd made her point she pulled her paw free
and shifted until her back was against my side.

Satiated.

Content.

Filled with the gentle understanding of the afterglow...

I went to sleep knowing no dream could ever match the miracle of the
reality I too often took for granted.
======

Unfinished, but porch scenes have been used in many of my works over
the years.
---

Miracles Taken For Granted - The Porch
---

"I don't know which I treasure more.  You--or this ragged old
hide-a-bed."

My lover, nestled next to me underneath the blankets as we watched
sunrise, laughed.  "You have such a way with words."

I leaned my head on her shoulder.  "Just admitting how much I love you
both.  I have to.  I can't conceive of one without the other after all
these years."

She gently traced one of my nipples.  "I know that tone.  You're
thinking about us again."

"Yes."

Her hand moved to my crotch and lightly touched my penis before she
cupped my balls.  With easy skill she touched me in the ways she knew
would arouse me and get me ready for her.  Once I was ready she rolled
on top of me and with easy skill engulfed me.

She kissed me and then pulled her head back so we could look into each
other's eyes.  "Tell me."

I wrapped her in my arms.  "Last night.  My love, how many people do
we know who are willing to greet the new year with a silent cuddle? No
noise makers.  No drinking.  No words.  Just...  Together."

I felt her squeeze my penis and then relax.  "Tell me."  

I looked into brown eyes and saw...  A gentle love so deep I knew I'd
never reach the end of it.  "You made me realize I had needs I never
knew I had.  I still need you.  Not always for this."  I moved my hips
to emphasize our physical connection.  "You helped me discover so many
new things about love.  Now, those are old things, to be treasured
even more because they are still there between us.  Loving you is such
a normal part of my life I forget how special love is.  I love you.  I
loved you then, I love you now.  I can't imagine not loving you in the
future."

She cupped her hands beneath my head and bent down to kiss me
tenderly.  Her brown hair fell on either side of her head and created
a special curtain  that linked us together.  She pushed herself erect
without letting go of my penis.  Once seated on me she used both hands
to slowly work her way up my stomach to my chest.  Her fingers traced
around both of my nipples and then she spread her fingers and braced
herself so she could look into my eyes again.  "Tell me."

I smiled and reached up to touch each of her nipples lightly.  She
moaned softly before I pulled my hands away and placed them on her
hips.  "You were there all those years ago when I needed someone I
could talk to.  You listened without judging me, as I tried to do for
you.  You haven't always agreed.  You've never been afraid to express
yourself.  You've made me apologize when I've been thoughtless,
hurtful without meaning to be.  You cared then, You still care. You've
given me so much of your love I sometimes wonder that no matter how
much you give and I take, you always have more to give--freely."

She grabbed my hands and closed her eyes.  She placed my hands on her
buttocks and then slowly drew them around to her stomach.  Together we
explored her body.  I savored her skin.  I marveled at how her muscles
would tense and relax as we touched each of them.  When we reached her
breasts she placed my hands under them and let go.  "Tell me."

I spread my fingers and then pushed my hands under her breasts.  I
paused for a few seconds and then pulled them out and used my thumbs
to trace her areolae before I brushed the tips of her nipples a few
times.  This time when I removed my hands from her breasts I settled
them on her thighs so my thumbs were touching just above her clitoris.
"We met and together we rewrote the definition of 'shared euphoria'.
You touched me physically in ways I'd never been touched.  The
afterglow has lasted for years.  All these years and I expect we will
share this continuous afterglow for the rest of our lives." 

She closed her eyes and I felt her clench my penis several times.  She
began rocking her hips back and forth as she used her inner muscles to
milk my penis.  I rocked my hips in time to her back and forth
movements.  Years of loving each other, sometimes gently, sometimes
vigorously, made our movements as natural feeling as a summer breeze.

When my motions shifted from gentle to urgent she rocked slightly
faster, encouraging me.
---

End: Abandoned Work: 'The Porch'
End: Miracles Taken For Granted 1-4/4
======

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