Whitethorn Cottage
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				Title: <strong>Whitethorn Cottage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>27-12-2010, 00:08:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Whitethorn Cottage</span></div><br><br><div align="center">(http://i830.photobucket.com/albums/zz222/DiverseDesires/teganscottage.jpg)</div><br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"He that dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose............”</span></div><br><br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i830.photobucket.com/albums/zz222/DiverseDesires/Tegan.jpg)</td><td> <strong>Name:</strong> Tegan Trelawny<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Build:</strong> 5' 6"; 36D-26-36; softly rounded curves; fit and supple<br><strong>Colouring:</strong> Natural Blond; Dark blue eyes <br><strong>Five words that describe Tegan:</strong> Gentle, Responsive, Open, Creative and Complex<br><strong>Strengths:</strong> A central core of determination which sees her through, generous, loving and empathetic, is often able to understand other peoples needs intuitively, a very good singer and natural care-giver.<br><strong>Weaknesses:</strong> A little naive, sometimes needs more direction, isn't good a coping with shouting or violence, needs quite a lot of praise, older men and her desire for affection.<br><strong>Likes:</strong> Meeting and singing with musicians. dark chocolate biscuits, giving and receiving sensual foreplay, cooking, being pampered, her home, feeling she is being looked after and cherished.</td></tr></tbody></table><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Messiness, being put down or ignored, very formal situations, sour fruits, cruelty or bullying, shouting and violence, <br><strong>History:</strong> Tegan was left this cottage (and a small income) by her aunt, and is struggling a bit with the bills for renovating the house.&nbsp; Currently she earns some money singing in a local club and when she has to does some temporary office or restaurant work.&nbsp; She is in the middle of converting an outbuilding into a music room and studio and is considering taking lodgers.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 21:05:10</strong>
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				(http://www.lifeinitaly.com/files/Armani%2520suit%25201.jpg)<br><br>It was late in the evening by the time the Captain came calling on Tegan's door, the Porsche 911 standing in her driveway. Although they had met the day before under the most informal of circumstances he had instinctively felt she was a lady of class and dressed accordingly, and now that he could see her home he was glad he had chosen the Armani suit for this visit. In the hand not pushing the door bell was a bottle of Brut champagne, a wrapped gift package and half a dozen roses. Rather better groomed than on their first and very heated meeting, his well showered body now had a touch of Boss cologne applied at the neck to combat the more natural scent of his skin. Also the hair was groomed to perfection, except that a few gray hairs were still allowed to reveal his present age - the Captain did not believe in presenting himself as an adolescent at his age. The smile on his face was however the same that had greeted Tegan when her sweet young body first approached his bath tub only one day earlier. "Diiiing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whitethorn Cottage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 23:58:17</strong>
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				<br>As the bell went Tegan set the spoon down in it's rest, and the lid back on the saucepan, feeling a somersault of nerves and anticipation flip inside her.&nbsp; She'd never asked a naked man to dinner before, well, she wasn't normally the kind of person to do the asking, whether they were clothed or not.&nbsp; And the way they had met........&nbsp; she blushed as she untied the apron, remembering just how they had met and just what had happened too.<br><br>She paused just for a moment by the mirror in the hall, her hands smoothing down her dress (http://i830.photobucket.com/albums/zz222/DiverseDesires/cdress.jpg) hoping she hadn't over dressed for the occasion. What <em>should </em>one wear in a situation like this?&nbsp; She tucked a stray tendril of hair behind her ear, she'd pinned it up loosely and was wearing her favourite necklace, which like the sharp drift of her Dolce Gabbana 'Light Blue' always made her feel more feminine somehow.<br><br>Opening the door, she knew her lips spread in a most unsophisticated grin of a smile. Her eyes taking in his dashing appearance and the resting on his face.&nbsp; She felt her heart flutter as well her stomach, he was so gorgeous, so masculine, so..... well, her loins knew what the third word was, and she struggled for a moment to push down her feelings.&nbsp; She'd learnt the hard way with Conner, and she wasn't about to let loose those emotions any time soon.
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				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 00:12:14</strong>
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				The Captain smiled broadly as that dark blue and blonde vision came into view with the opening of the door. "It seems that I was given your real address after all! Good evening Tegan, it is very good to meet you again. Ah... here is something for the hostess!" After offering Tegan the flowers with a flourish first, Maltese bowed forward to give her a quick hug as he held on to the remaining items. "These are also for you, but I am happy to carry them a little further." The scent she carried was a different one from yesterday, but then again - that had been her natural one. He was also happy to dwell on that thought for a few more moments. Even so he remained in the doorway, waiting hopefully - but fairly certain, he conceded - to be let in.
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				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 02:31:28</strong>
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				Tegan loved flowers, really loved them and she'd hardly ever been given them. So she luxouriated in her gift,&nbsp; burying her nose in the edge of them, just for moment, breathing in the fresh, alive, sensual smell, before smiling and saying thank you. His brief embrace, added to the wonderful sense of rightness.&nbsp; Now he was here she knew she'd she'd made the right decision, she didn't feel embarrassed or uncomfortable at all, just so pleased he was there.<br><br>"Welcome," she said opening the door wider, stepping back for him to come in," Even the draft&nbsp; of him passing feeling hot on her skin.&nbsp; "The sitting room is through there, she gestured, make yourself comfortable, and I'll just check on dinner and get some glasses for that bottle. It was so lovely of you to bring it, I must admit I have a real weakness for champagne, it must be the bubbles."<br><br>She just couldn't stop smiling, and any minute now he'd think she was a inane idiot.&nbsp; Tegan, cradled the flowers gently, and broke her gaze away from his, standing still for a moment, waiting for him to make his way to the sitting room before she herself disappeared off the the kitchen.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 17:11:03</strong>
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				Bringing alcohol to a dinner was bad form he knew so he had refrained from bringing wine, otherwise a champagne in addition to flowers and a gift would have been a little much - but it seemed to work out. As the Captain entered the sitting room he was again impressed by her elegant taste - suddenly he found himself wincing at the thought of her paying a return visit to his um, somewhat more bachelor oriented abode. It could be difficult for anyone to create a modern style that worked in a rustic building, but he found it easy to sit down in her couch and relax. All those large paneled windows were letting in the evening light to lighten the wall structure, and the rows of books lining one walls were always a sign of harmony in a home.<br><br>The bottle and the package - containing a selection of dark Belgian chocolate from a speciality importing chocolatier in the bankier street - were placed on the birch table and Maltese leaned back in the pillows, draping an arm over a side as he followed Tegan with glittering eyes. Her shape and movements were like a cup of coffee to him by themselves, but his mind kept superimposing the sweet image of her voluptous naked body over the sight of her clothed one. He knew what it felt like to move his hands down her back, where there were light down to touch... Since that kind of thinking was going to be extremely distracting toward a nice relaxed evening, the Captain focused on the titillating scents from the kitchen instead. "Quite a place you have here, Tegan! Seems like this was part of a farm once? I wonder what the first people who lived here would say if they saw what it looks like now..." And not just the electricity, he thought. They would probably think a queen had moved in her. Maltese looked at the woman standing there scenting the roses, and thought those farmers might be right at that.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whitethorn Cottage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>07-01-2011, 18:35:11</strong>
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				It wasn't often that Tegan wore clothes like these, especially a dress that needed no bra and could only barely conceal the wispy lace thong that was her only other attire.&nbsp; But catching the tail end of an appreciative glance, she was glad she had put it on, especially as he had worn such a debonair suit.&nbsp; The second skin of the silk made her feel so sexy, so deliciously female, and it was such a long time since she'd dressed up in style.&nbsp; <br><br>Her face lit up at his complementing of her home, "Thank you, I love this place, it was my Aunt's and I had some very happy times here," she didn't tell him that it had been in the family forever, or who her family had been, she never did, it seemed too like boasting to her, and a life so far away from what she had now.<br><br>She had been brought up and schooled in the ways of 'Polite society' and until her parents had died so suddenly, had led a sheltered pampered life.&nbsp; Small touches about her revealed a little of her early years: the way she could move so gracefully; how she opened the champagne with a neat turn of the bottle, mist the only thing escaping; how she treated her guests and arranged the flowers in the vase that she was to put on the dining room table.&nbsp; But these echoes of a past life, weren't what she was thinking about as she excused herself, she was thinking about the Captain, and how she still quivered inside at the nearness of him. <br><br>It took only a few minutes to deftly arrange the flowers, put the vegetables on and then finally to bring the glasses back to the sitting room. She had planned a meal which didn't take too much looking after, she wanted to be with him, not with the food.&nbsp; Tegan opened and poured the champagne,&nbsp; passing him a glass of the golden bubbles and then sat on the arm of the chair opposite him, "Dinner will be ready very soon, I hope you don't mind eating nearly straight away." She couldn't really tell him why she'd thought she'd serve up so quickly, so she brought the glass to her lips and took her first sip, concentrating on the little explosions on her tongue and then the taste filling her mouth. Tegan's eyes almost closed, as the sensual experience of the champagne took over for a moment, before she smiled self-deprecatingly at him, hoping he didn't mind how easily and how often, sensations, tastes and sounds got to her.
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				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 02:10:08</strong>
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				Maltese accepted the bubbly glass from her with pleasure, then had a sip of the dry champagne to cover the smile he was wearing in honor of her nearness. "I don't mind at all, I have had a long busy day and could eat a whole turkey. If it was a cute one..." He winked, then took another sip. "Okay, that was a little rude. My apologies." He motioned toward the giftwrapped package on the table. "A little something something? I'm afraid it is a little over the top, but fell to temptation. At least it just might go well with the Brut." As he looked at her from this close up he wasn't falling to temptation, he was going to chase it. But.... how DO you chase someone you have already shared a howling orgasm with?<br><br>Standing up, he moved close to her. Putting a hand on her shoulder and squeezing gently, Maltese smiled as he looked down into her beautifiul dark blue eyes. "Earlier today I wished it was yesterday all over again. Now I am glad to be here and now. You are a very attractive woman, Tegan. I knew that even before I could smell your cooking."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 03:18:28</strong>
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				His journey to her, those few steps, seemed to glide in slow motion across to her. The closer he got the more tingles caressed her.&nbsp; She had looked down at the gift, recognising the wrapping and smiling at the lovely spoiling gesture, thinking immediately of sharing a chocolate in her mouth with him, the dark rich taste softly swimming in their mouths.&nbsp; The smile and stayed as she met his eyes, not able to leave them as he crossed the space between them, the anticipation reaching her breathing as well as her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>She blushed warmly at his compliment, already hot from the shock of heat from his hand.&nbsp; She was glad too.&nbsp; More than glad, so full of emotions and feelings she was even finding it hard to speak, the left over taste of the champagne seeming to be dry her mouth.&nbsp; She nodded slightly, her eyes still not leaving his, her tongue licking her dry lip unconsciously.&nbsp; She gathered her scattered resources to respond properly to him, "I'm glad too....&nbsp; very glad...." she said softly, bending her head and rubbing her cheek on the back of his hand, closing her eyes for a moment, breathing in the sent of him, before looking up again.&nbsp; Her eyes, which had softened as he touched her, now sparkled mischievously, and Tegan said honestly, "I thought it would be a good idea to eat first thing to leave the whole evening ahead of us, to make more..... memories, I hope the smell is good enough to make you want to eat it first, I know I'm struggling."
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				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 21:19:21</strong>
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				The Captain took Tegan's hand and pulled her out of the couch, taking the glass from her so he could hold both of her hands with his own. "What is it they say... some things are worth waiting for? We shared a quick unplanned snack yesterday, hurried and out of the box even if it tasted delicious. Tonight, when you invited me for dinner, I came for the full course. And even if I suspect you are a wonderful cook, that meal will probably only serve as the aperitif because I want the sweet woman in front of me for my main meal. And I am planning on savoring it for so long, and be so full afterwards, that you'll have to forgo the dessert and share breakfast with me instead...." Then he pulled her closer and embraced her in a warm hug that turned into the first kiss of the evening.<br><br>She was warm in his arms, light as air and as pleasant as a summer breeze as his lips sought hers. Stroking his own along hers at first, he gradually pressed them together into a lingering kiss while one of his hands rested on the naked skin on her back and neck above the dress. Drawing them even closer and tighter together, he placed the other hand on her sweet behind and push to let her feel his erection through the suit pants. His breath was a little uneven as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between her lips to gently seek hers out and tease it. His eyes were closed while he enjoyed the massive joy her presence in his arms caused him.<br><br>Then he let go, smiling a little shakily as he stepped back and picked up the glass with one hand and a chocolate with the other. Maltese smiled as he unwrapped it and put the confectionary in his mouth, then sipped the bubbly. "I have a feeling we should get to the food soon though... or we will both be too hungry for other things to enjoy it."
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				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>09-01-2011, 23:02:03</strong>
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				The declaration that they had the rest of the night before them, giving her the gift straight away that he would stay with her the whole night long, set of such a deep fire inside her that her knees trembled.&nbsp; His arms around her seeming to support her as their lips met. She had forgotten how alive his mouth was, how it demanded the commitment of her mind as well as her lips, everything else fading away.&nbsp; &nbsp;The unique taste of him, was the appetiser for the delectable tastes his body could provide, and the feelings it stirred in her were heated, and full of endless imaginings.&nbsp; <br><br>Tegan fitted her body into his, pushing into him as he pulled her, needing as much as him that union which two bodies uniquely make.&nbsp; The deepening of his kiss and hard proof that his need matched her own between them made her sweet cream release in readiness for him.&nbsp; His strong hand on her bottom, the silk under it bunched up slightly on the smooth skin, seemed to be radiating heat which coursed though in wave up her body, even her breasts aching and her face flushing as the desire combusted in her loins.<br><br>What lit her up inside even more was feeling his physical responses to her -&nbsp; which showed more clearly than any words that her need was mirrored by his own.&nbsp; Her breath caught with his, the tremor that ran between them, a duet of energy that thrilled them both.&nbsp; She ached to feel him react to her fingers, her hand, her mouth, to see in his eyes for the first time if she could bring him joy.<br><br>Glad she had the excuse of the dark luscious chocolate melting in her mouth not to speak, she nodded, her chest still trembling from the jittery breath still nudging her lungs.&nbsp; She was pretty sure any words that came out right now would sound like a strangled cat. The pause she might aid her in gathering her scattered wits - to talk, at least, with some semblance of rational thought.<br><br>Swallowing the last unctuous morsel of the chocolate she said,&nbsp; "It's ready now," looking up at him, her voice still husky from their intense kiss, "Shall we go eat then......?" a wry smile lifting her lips as she added, "<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">We may need the energy for later</span>, isn't that what a woman in a sexy book would say......."&nbsp; Tegan's eyes dropped to his lips again, thinking, <em>'God his mouth is like a siren calling to me, how am I&nbsp; going to resist it through dinner?'</em>&nbsp; And she knew that he could have whatever he wanted, served up any way he pleased, and the thought of him doing so only made her want it more.
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				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 11:49:26</strong>
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				Maltese drained the glass and put it gently down on her table, his eyes never leaving hers as he smiled to her. "If the dinner is any more ready than we are, it is about to get spoiled... so let's." Offering her arm, the Captain waited to be led toward the dining room which presumably was nearby. Then, unable to resist, he leaned forward to brush his brow over her cheek and follow it with a caress by his lips. Damn! She was one attractive woman. <br><br>The animal in his pants found it difficult to be given lower priority than food, but the Captain was still the master of his body although the coiling inside the silk boxer was hard to ignore. He wanted to spend this meal with Tegan, taste of her cooking skills, see her lips part for pieces of food, lick sauce maybe... who said eating couldn't be sexy? The only challenge would be to not clear the table with a mighty shove, pull up her dress and take her right on the table. Hanging on to that festive thought, he grinned to her. "So... what's on the menu?"
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				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 12:40:10</strong>
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				Tegan was both pleased and disappointed.&nbsp; Her body told her in no uncertain terms that food was not the important thing right now.&nbsp; But Tegan loved cooking for people, it was such a joy to watch someone take pleasure in her food, and brought a closeness, a communion she found that little else could achieve.&nbsp; Leading him along the hallway she was also touched he didn't want to spoil the food and hoped he enjoyed it as much she loved cooking it for him.<br><br>"I hope you don't mind, but we are eating in the kitchen.&nbsp; I use what was the dining room as a music room, and I love socialising in here, and relaxing with friends." She opened the door to the large farmhouse kitchen and even though the large refectory table at one end wasn't in a dining room she had laid it for dinner properly.&nbsp; The white cloth and simple place settings, with the glowing candles, twinkling glasses and crisply folded napkins was her way of saying how special the night was to her.&nbsp; She'd put then opposite to each other at one end,&nbsp; and the flowers he gave her, arranged in a thistle crystal vase, still made her smile and feel like she was being romanced.&nbsp; <br><br>"We are having chicken cacciatora, with roasted baby new potatoes," she said leading him to his seat. "There's wine and water on the table, so help yourself while I dish up."&nbsp; As she turned to go she couldn't resist caressing his cheek momentarily, saying softly, "Make yourself at home," meaning it so much her voice wobbled slightly and she whisked herself off quickly. Not wanting him to see quite how affected she was by him and think her a watering pot.<br><br>She brought the food to the table, leaving the chicken in the earthenware pot is had been slow cooked in and putting it between them, on one of tiles she made. The new potatoes striped with brown and gold, seasoned with thyme, salt and pepper, nestling with chunks of sweet red onions she tipped into warmed dish and brought these and the steamed green vegetables next.&nbsp; Finally she put the shallow, wide, warmed bowls in their places, and standing at end of the table picked up one of the serving spoons, moving to his side, she looked into his eyes and felt her tummy somersault again at his nearness. 
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				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 16:38:34</strong>
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				"Intriguing. So this is a classic British kitchen?" Natural instinct told the Captain he should be the one helping Tegan to the table, but he sat himself by the table as bid since he was the guest after all. Taking the napkin first to place it discreetly in his lap and on top of the still insistant bulge, he leaned forward with a wide smile and closed his eyes for a long shameless scent of the food as his hostess placed it in front of him. "Mmmmm.... it smells delicious. I don't think I have had this before; the cousine in my country is rather different." He looked up at her and smiled as he raised a hand to stroke up her arm. "Reminds me a little of coq au vin. Or of grouse served in the autumn with freshly picked mushrooms, and with juniper berries instead of pepper." The Captain did not mention that his own homecooking tended to be more in the direction of slightly burned bacon and canned beans. But there were actually some wild fowl in his freezer; the Captain enjoyed hunting more prey than beautiful women. And catching them too.<br><br>"A bit of... everything, please?" He grasped the decanter, poured her glass and then his own. In a restaurant he would have poured only a little into her glass for her to taste it and approve of the bottle, but it would be a strange gesture in her own home. He looked up at her, grinning: "I aim to taste Everything you have to offer tonight."&nbsp; His arm stroked down to her hand, caressing it. "And I will do my best to deserve it... you." 
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				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 17:20:15</strong>
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				Tegan ladled the chicken, with it's sauce, into his bowl and then scooped a fragrant, large spoonful of potatoes and a good portion of the vegetables as he spoke.&nbsp; His small touches and heated caresses making it hard for her to concentrate, but so wonderfully gently sensuous she wouldn't have missed out on them for the world.&nbsp; It was hard to leave his side and sit opposite him, the words 'taste everything' echoing and reverberating down into her core.&nbsp; She took a deep swallow of the wine to calm herself before she placed her napkin and dished herself up with some dinner.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yes, there are similarities with coq au vin," she said, as she spooned a thicken thigh into her bowl. She wasn't going to expound on them, or start sounding like a cooking aficionado.&nbsp; She just loved to cook real food, "That grouse sounds wonderful, there's a recipe I like for it that uses blackberries, very rich and autumnal that might have some similarities too, although I must say I love them cooked very simply, wrapped in bacon with shallots, garlic and thyme." <br><br>As she heaped a little pile of potatoes on her plate, she added conspiratorially, "I'm afraid I must to confess to a well-kept secret, on the farm I grew up on, I was taught to catch my game as well as eat it, not very feminine I know – I was a terrible tomboy, and I still love country ways."<br><br>She was silent for a moment, the drift of the past interrupting her thoughts, the life she'd lost achingly clear.&nbsp; It wasn't often she gave into nostalgia and she quickly focused back on the task in hand and the man opposite her. "And when it comes to tickling a trout and them eating fresh from a camp fire, the gamekeeper nearly turned me into a poacher." She laughed, as that was very true, and she'd been soundly spanked for going to fish on a neighbours estate without permission because she'd heard they had bigger fish.&nbsp; "I was a naughty girl too, endlessly in trouble........" Tegan thought of their introduction at the baths, and added mischievously, before popping a small potato into her mouth, "I think we can safely say I still am....."
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				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>10-01-2011, 23:41:19</strong>
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				"Naughty girls? Oooh, they are my favorites!" Maltese smiled as he saw the life in Tegan's face while she told about her childhood. "We have similar tales to tell, then. I was 14 the first time I shot my first bird with a shotgun I think. It was... a strange feeling that, I will admit. Taking a life, even a small one." He sliced a potato into quarters, but dipped his into the sauce first before eating it. "Mmmm. The guilt didn't last more than a second or two, though. I am a human, the worst beast on the planet... and a man. Learning to hunt for the tribe and the family should be the most natural thing in the world." He picked up his cutlery, eyed a nice slice of meat and cut neatly into it. "I was fishing from as early as I could hold a rod. Trout for me too, mostly, and arctic char. Got to love that red meat... and the lovely scale patterns. There are salmon in our local rivers as well but somehow I have never been lucky much with that." He looked at her with twinkling eyes. "Don't tell me you was squeamish about putting the worm on the hook at first too?" Grinning, his white teeth tore into the meat on his fork and ripped off a bit - maybe not the quiet elegance of a restaurant diner, but he was really enjoying the meat. And the meal. And in particular his company, so manners were a little hard to remember.<br><br>Sighing with delight, he ate the rest of the bit of meat and went on to taste the rest of the platter. The onion slices were juicy, the tomato warm and round in its matureness and as he sucked a tomato slice he found himself wondering what tastes Tegan might have to offer his palate... in the bath, there had been so little time for his tongue to explore and so much soapy water to steal the impressions. But a slight ache in his shoulder reminded him of a certain taste attempt, and suddenly the tomato's fresh richness seemed more familiar. The bulge in his pants affirmed this, and he had to take a quick sip of the wine to focus of the meal again.<br><br>"So you are a hunter? Doesn't matter if you don't do it currently; once you have learned to become one with a side-by-side and successfully hit something that flies away from you in a evasive pattern, it stays in your heart long after the skill gets rusty." Maltese was cleaning the last sauce off his platter with the last piece of potato. He lifted the wine glass and looked at her above the top, a smile curling on his lips. "Allow me to raise a toast for a young girl taking on the heritage of Artemis, and for the highly talented cook and hostess of the evening.... and for the wonderful Tegan. Your toast." Then he put the glass to his lips and drank slowly, never letting go of her eyes with his.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whitethorn Cottage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 10:40:54</strong>
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				Tegan blushed slightly as he raised his glass and toasted her, what was it about this man that made her blush so much ?&nbsp; Feel so.....&nbsp; Well is wasn't just her cheeks that were blushing, the warmth of his praise set off tingles running up and down her back and swirling in her groin.&nbsp; Her nipples were still so impossibly hard, they ached to be freed, to be given room to expand more.&nbsp; Her eyes too, kept hovering on his lips as he ate, the strong jaw and teeth making her own mouth water as she ate some more food herself.&nbsp; <br><br>Clearing her mouth with another sip of wine she said honestly, "Well I don't know about a hunter, it sounds like you are the real deal.&nbsp; I mean as a youngster I shot clays an awful lot, but I wasn't allowed on shoots then, so I only progressed to rough shooting."&nbsp; Lots of people she had known then had looked down on rough shooting, the poor relation that set of sneers on their faces. But thankfully she'd left those sort of people behind and she certainly didn't want a Hooray Henry at her table telling her condescendingly how difficult a shot a pheasant was.&nbsp; <br><br>The Captain had already mentioned grouse, so she hoped he wasn't one of the 'Brigade' as she thought of them, in fact she was pretty sure he wasn't.&nbsp; "Then later of course I moved away from the Manor and shooting stopped altogether."&nbsp; She managed to smile and keep her voice light, she'd had enough practice at it for sure.&nbsp; The journey from one side of the divide to the other had been almost instant, and she'd learned just how fickle and cruel the set she had grown up in could be. She preferred the honesty and openness of the life she lived now anyway.&nbsp; The ache had nothing to do with those material things and definitely not for the Brigade.&nbsp; She realised she'd called it the Manor, and was surprised, she normally called it the farm, and never really talked about huntin' shootin' fishin' either, she'd also learned quickly that on this side, that that life was as sneered at as hers was now by the Henry's.<br><br>"Mmmm... and worms......." she laughed, "As a child my fish were all caught by tickling or guddling as some people call it.&nbsp; Then my first rod fishing was with a fly, so still not worms I'm afraid." She resisted the urge to slip off her shoe and rub her foot against his leg, the need to touch him was building and making her almost thick headed with lust.&nbsp; Every bite, seemed to set her mouth wanting him more, the tastes and textures only making her taste buds fizz with excitement.&nbsp; "I did fish for Mackerel on holiday in Cornwall, but that was with a spinner, so I'm sorry to disappoint you I've never put a worm on a hook." she laughed again, laughter seemed so easy with him in her warm food-scented kitchen, the little chuckles of delight seemed to want to burst like bubbles around her.&nbsp; <br><br>"And also, well......&nbsp; killing things....&nbsp; I've never liked it as a sport like some of my friends did.&nbsp; For me it is more..... well, an extension of cooking, bringing food to the table, nourishing those I cherish......" she foundered slightly, the truth of what she was saying striking a chord inside her, that showed her something she had not realised before, "Yes.....&nbsp; food rather than prey," she nodded, smiling, "So no Artemis I'm afraid."&nbsp; <br><br>Tegan reached over and topped up his glass of wine, the fact that he was enjoying the food meaning more to her than he knew.&nbsp; She poured herself a glass of water, she felt so thirsty she could gulp the whole lot down, she thought, but she sipped it slowly her eyes on his over her glass...... God, did he realise just how dam sexy he was?&nbsp; Had he any idea how much he affected her?&nbsp; Even his hands...oh god his hands.....&nbsp; She could feel the heat rising again, and for a moment she pressed the cool glass against her cheek, breathing.....trying to slow her fluttering heart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whitethorn Cottage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>11-01-2011, 13:01:09</strong>
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				As he put down the glass, the Captain looked ruefully from the pot to his empty platter. His stomach was satisfied, but tell that to his eyes? However, since she was apparently done too there was no reason to stick around with THAT temptation. Rising, he picked up his napkin and dried off his lips before leaving it on his platter. "Shall we retreat before I end up licking your pots clean? It would be... unhygienic, for one thing." Maltese grinned as he took her hand in both of his and kissed it lightly. "Thank you. It tasted wonderful." He kept her hand in one of his and pulled her gently after him back to the living room. <br><br>They didn't make it as far as the couch though. On the middle of the floor the Captain pulled Tegan close and wrapped his arms around her waist, looking into her beautiful eyes and smiling without saying anything for a little while. As one hand lifted to caress her blonde locks, the other temporarily resisted temptation to sail downward simply because he enjoyed holding her close. Maltese's lips sought hers, stroking along them for a moment but almost immediately yielding to temptation and slipping his tonguetip in between her lips in order to start on a deep, lingering kiss. Time for dessert. His whole body, tauting from toes to neck, agreed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whitethorn Cottage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>12-01-2011, 00:53:18</strong>
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				It wasn't just that he took her hand.&nbsp; He captured it, held it and she could feel the tug of it deep inside.&nbsp; There were so many things about this man she did not understand.&nbsp; And so many things she wanted to spend time learning.&nbsp; Right now eternity sounded good, and that shocked her, making her pull back a little.&nbsp; What was she thinking? Or allowing herself to feel?&nbsp; Hadn't she learnt from Conner not to let herself run before she could walk?<br><br>She breathed in, slowly, and then out, measuring her heartbeats as he gently towed her back to the lounge.&nbsp; Although that wasn't as easy as it sounded as they skipped ferociously, just as excited and thrilled as she was.&nbsp; This overpowering feeling........&nbsp; &nbsp;perhaps she should just let go to it........&nbsp; no promises or declarations had been made.&nbsp; Like in the bath house, she should just let herself go.&nbsp; Explore this exciting world, this willingness inside to do his bidding, it didn't mean she had to give into it........did it?<br><br>Like the spin in a dance he swung her into him, and his eyes captured hers once again.&nbsp; Who was she kidding?&nbsp; He'd only have to crook that finger of his and she would skip to his pleasure. What was happening to her?&nbsp; Get a grip Tegan, she told herself, still quivering inside and not really managing to convince herself of anything.&nbsp; But one thing she did know, no matter what the dawn brought, tonight she was his, and that was enough for now.<br><br>His kiss seemed to affirm her decision casting off the last line and setting her adrift.&nbsp; His tongue stirred the pool of heat in her loins into a rising tide that threatened to engulf her, her soft moan sighing into him as her free hand reached for his face.&nbsp; <br><br>She pressed herself against him the silk undressing her as they joined together, the whisper of it disappearing as she felt every line of his clothing through its soft skin, and more so the line of his erection, pressing into her belly and groin making her hum with delight.&nbsp; He was tight and hard too, her soft breasts meeting a wall of man, and her fingers threaded into his hair, her tongue showing him her need by sliding over his and sweeping into his mouth.&nbsp; The taste of their shared meal blended, but the exotic spice of his mouth made her moan again, he tasted of the dark joy of the man himself......... divine......
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whitethorn Cottage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 01:25:57</strong>
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				This could go only one way, and Maltese didn't mind at all. The deep kiss went from sweet and lingering to hungry and passionate, and then the Captain simply picked Tegan up in his arms, draping one of her arms around his neck while one of his arms went under her back and the other under her thighs. A fireman might not approve, but in his state she weighed nothing. He grinned to her, laughter like flames in his eyes. "I believe you haven't had time to show me the rest of the cottage yet, and now might be a good time. Shall we see what is... upstairs?" <br><br>He took the time to navigate them, both laughing, toward the champagne bottle in order to pick it up. They didn't bother with glasses. Still grinning, he walked up the stairs and into the upper hallways. Aiming for a less than random door with a cunning eye, he managed to open it and enter her bedroom. It was a very nice room, but he wasn't really in the mood for admiring the rustic design. The Captain resolutely placed Tegan on the sheets of the double bed, leaned down and took both of her hands in his. Then he lay down on her, still in his immaculate suit as his chest pressed down on her and his lips sought out her for one more kiss, one more delightful sharing of warm breath. There was only time for just a few words. "Tegan... get me out of this suit!" And laughter.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whitethorn Cottage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 10:16:50</strong>
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				The journey to the bedroom, bubbled with laughter, the swinging bottle of champagne in her hand couldn't compete with the fizzing sexuality of the their progression.&nbsp; To be carried in his arms struck such a deep resonating chord in Tegan, her body hummed with it, delighting her senses, the new experience of being gathered up in a man's arms so fulfilling and arousing at the same time she was breathless with it.&nbsp; And what a man....&nbsp; holding on to his shoulders the scent of him in her nostrils, it was all such a heady cocktail. Swept of her feet, literally and figuratively Tegan looked up into his eyes as he put her down on the bed her mouth opening to his as he descended on her, her pulse jumping as her body beat to the rhythm of her desire.<br><br>She laughed, standing up with him, placing her hands on his chest and pushing him back a couple of steps, before slipping of his jacket and waistcoat and hanging them on the bedpost, her fingers making short shrift of the few buttons which held them.&nbsp; "That's the best idea I've heard all night, undressing you is like unwrapping a parcel of heady delights."<br><br>She ran her hands over his chest, flattening the crisp cotton over the contours and planes that made her mouth water with anticipation.&nbsp; Running both hands down one arm she captured his hand, kissing the palm, and licking it as she undid his cufflink. Her thumb caressed the soft skin of the inside of his wrist for a moment, as her eyes were diverted by the heat of gaze again, before she moved to the other hand, turning it to kiss that palm also, as the other cufflink was worked free.&nbsp; <br><br>She stepped back, and reached round to unzip her dress, letting the silk smoothly slip down like a waterfall over her skin to pool at her feet, her nipples thrilled at their release swelling even more, their tips hard and taught. Bending she picked up the dress and laid it over the end rail of the bed, the dark blue silk like a banner of her surrender to him, before turning and starting to undo the buttons of his shirt, "I like unwrapping me too, far fewer buttons," she laughed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whitethorn Cottage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>13-01-2011, 22:25:40</strong>
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				The Captain smiled at Tegan with eyes that were partly filled with fondness and partly with arousal. "You are so.... beautiful. To me." It wasn't said, it was sung lustily to the Joe Cocker lyrics as he stroke his hands down along her shoulders and arms before lifting them to caress her sweetly rounded breasts. His palms circled over her hard red nipples while he looked into her sky blue eyes, eventually grasping the mounds while he closed in for yet another deep probing kiss. "...You are so beautiful to me." It was added once he got his breath back, letting her loose while he let her open the rest of his shirt buttons. "Can't you see..?" Maltese's bass voice was nothing like the rasping of Joe Cocker but he hit the simple tones moderately well, as his eyes roam over her face and body while his belt buckle and pants zipper was opened. The pants dropped, he stepped out of them and his socks, and just his open shirt and bulging boxers remained. "Your everything I hoped for..."As the Captain stepped close again, he kissed the corner of her lips then let the next kisses meet her neck and collarbone. "Your everything I need.." The corner of a breast was caressed by his lips, then the lower corner of her navel. Now his hands were moving around her waist along her thong, fingers tracing the lacing. "You are so beautiful to me." The Captain kneeled. His lips were following his hands, stroking wetly along the leafy edges of the thong, his tongue teasing into the little holes on the lacing along the edge. "Such joy and happiness you bring..." Strong hands were placed on her hips over the thong's sides, and he began to pull it down. "...Such joy and happiness you bring." her Venus mound was slowly revealed, and he kissed it as well. "Like a dream." Then the thong was falling to the floor, and his lips were circling her lower lips like a butterfly dancing over a flower. "A guiding light that shines in the night." Warm breath brushed over her sex, his nose vibrating as he drank her scent. "Heavens gift to me." Maltese stood up again, and as he did so his boxers were sent falling again. His loosened shirt was the only remaining garment between them, and not hindering his hairy chest from being pressed toward her sweet breasts as he pulled them close again. "You are so beautiful to -". The last word was drowned as their lips met once more, his aching erection not so much resting as being pressed flat against her tummy in the hard embrace.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whitethorn Cottage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 00:58:03</strong>
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				Music and loving....... if she'd thought being swept of her feet had taken her to a glittering fairytale world.......the way he sang to her; continued their undressing and culled sweet torment from her body with his lips and fingers held her spellbound.<br><br>The contradiction of his hands, the gentleness, the strength, the tender caresses and work roughened skin thrilled her. His body, revealed once more, was gloriously, wonderfully masculine and she wondered how she'd ever had the confidence to invite him for a meal, stripped and resplendent his presence was so compelling. Even the loosened shirt did nothing to contain it.<br><br>The erotic tension he created climbed higher and higher, and she whimpered as his breath caressed her mound, but it wasn't until he kissed her again that the spell seemed to break it's hold on her and she could respond to him. She wrapped her arms around him, joining in bringing their bodies tightly together her mouth opening to his need and letting the building strength of his kiss engulf her.&nbsp; His erection carved out even more wanting inside her, her body still sang to his words.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hands needing to touch him slipped under his shirt, her fingertips mapping his back, every contour evoking the memories of their last night together and the rushing images which kept running through her mind.&nbsp; She kissed him with the catalog of her desires, her mouth asking, yielding, provoking, her finger nails gently skimming his skin.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whitethorn Cottage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 01:14:06</strong>
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				He was on top of Tegan, Maltese's mind already inside and dancing with her senses. The day before he had been playful and direct, going right for her goods and generally treating her like a savage would treat his woman. Tonight the Captain was playing on other strings and he let his hands compete with his lips in caressing Tegan's incredibly silken skin. His hands were lightly on her breasts as if he was touching them for the first time, his lips were playing over her throat and parting occasionally to flick a playful tonguetip over light blonde down. His erection resting on her venus mounds wanted in but was purposefully neglected, and gradually slid down her hip and thighs and knee as he worked himself down over her. Only when his mouth had reached her pearl did he stop, and warm breath treated it ever so gently. His wet tongue slowly circled it several times before finally indulging itself to a brief taste, then dived determinedly in to part her peach in preparation of his soon to come entry. Licking his lips then, the Captain worked himself up her body again with equal determined slowness until he could kiss Tegan with the faint musk of her own juices upon his upper lip. <br><br>At that point, he entwined his fingers into her both hands, and pulled them gently to lie on the pillow above her head. Looking into Tegan's eyes, Maltese spread her legs wide with his own as he positioned his quivering member between her silken lower lips. He was smiling gently as his hips then drove the cock deep insde Tegan's cunt, but shivering lightly and closing his eyes as her wetness engulfed him. "Tegan.....!" Her name was just a whisper on his lips as he very slowly began to dive into her velvet paradise. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whitethorn Cottage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>18-01-2011, 17:27:28</strong>
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				What spell he seemed to cast on her, Tegan still didn't know, but it took hold of her once again, as she lay back on the bed and her bones melted. Her body seemed to be there for his delight, and his exploration, a feast to taste her desire for him morsel by morsel.&nbsp; She arched back on the bed, her head pressing back into the soft covers, her breathing jumping and jittering as he fired her nerve-endings off one after the other, sparking jolts of please that rippled through her core.<br><br>As he tasted her folds and the sensations exploded into cacophony of desire for him, she closed her eyes and whimpered, her hands fisting the covers.&nbsp; The small murmurs, as he made his way up her, got tighter and more breathless as he came nearer and nearer to answering the words in her head, which begged for him to take her until the litany seemed to drown her.&nbsp; That was until he stopped them his mouth, the sound breaking off as he took the last of her breath away and brought the heat of his mouth to bear on hers.&nbsp; <br><br>The cocktail of his need pouring into her, and the physical demonstration of hers on his lips, caught fire inside her and as he took her hands and pinned them gently behind her head she quivered with the flood of sensations it provoked&nbsp; Her eyes widening, she licked her lip, biting on it gently to try and contain the fire in her belly from his masterful touch. God she wanted him more than she'd ever wanted a man, but more than that she wanted him to make her his own and write his desires on her soul.<br><br>The sweet death of him piercing her - the cessation of the rest of the world, as all there was was him and his hardness opening her, engulfed her.&nbsp; Moaning, "Oh yes......." her name on his lips shook her, but the look on his face did even more.&nbsp; She could feel the ricochet from it pulsing in her, the taught nipples of her quivering breasts and the tight drawing up of her cunt as it sensed how close she was to being thrown into the storm which she never dreamed would come upon her so soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whitethorn Cottage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Maltese</strong> on <strong>02-02-2011, 13:13:06</strong>
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				Like a sinking ship tumbling slowly and unstoppably toward the dark depths below the waves, the Captain plunged down into Tegan's sweet flower with his hard aching cock. Desire was written all over his face, closed eyes notwithstanding, as he filled her tight cunt up half an inch at the time until his shaft poking toward her far wall like a sword's tip in the cup of a sheath just a little too small... and still there was a little further until the hilt of his silky blade would be reached. But with her wetness and her whole body being so ready for him, Maltese had the luxury of being able to give her that final extra inch as his eager hips gave one extra buck. Then she was full in every physical way, and the Captain was gasping as he was completely engulfed.<br><br>Maybe a few seconds went flying by. Or a minute. Maltese couldn't say and he couldn't care less for time's flight. Happiness was intense.... even as he slowly began to pull out of her, a well oiled piston in her heated cylinder, combining with her to make a heavenly engine of passion. And as he took her again, and rolled out, and slid in again, than engine began to run slowly faster and faster as their hands clutched each other. His eyes were locked into hers, a smile curling on his lips as he whispered her name ever time he shoved his aching cockshaft deep inside her - every time all the way, every time stretching her that final inch which made his breathing stop while he felt the silky resistance. "....Tegan!... Tegan!...&nbsp; Tegannnn!...."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Whitethorn Cottage</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DiverseDesires</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 20:11:25</strong>
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				As he filled her, pressed into the deep longing that had been aching for him, it seemed all night long, she was subsumed with the feeling of him.&nbsp; So when he drove into her tender depths she welcomed his intrusion with the instant answering of her body arching and her deep moan of ecstatic joyful greeting. This was what she wanted......... oh God...... needed..... him.... moving in her...... stroking and pushing against each glorious nerve ending, sending her into a world of his making.&nbsp; <br><br>It still seemed incredible that she was ready to explode, he drove her to the edge more and more with each thrust, and she whimpered with the speed of the dizzying ascent which was shocking her to the core.&nbsp; He was so.......&nbsp; oh god....<br><br>Her head went back, her hands fisting the bed once more, barely able to get the husky almost whispered words, "Oh god....... I'm there....." out before her eyes fluttered closed and the darkness behind her eyes exploded into light. 
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