Stocking Fillers - Erotica Read Free

neck and my kisses are returned passionately, damply in
this misty grove.
    Before I can
think my gloves and hat are discarded and my hair tumbles about,
damp in the cold. Our hands find each other, grope through the
layers of thick clothing in a flurry. Fumbling we release inner
garments and wrap our coats around each other's nakedness. He turns
me to rest against a sapling and it bends to our weight. His hands
squeeze my breasts, pinch the nipples already hard from the cold
but now aroused from his touch and tongue exploring my mouth. He
tastes salty. I feel his cock spring to life under my impatient
fingers and moan my want.
    His hands play
down my belly and reach my forest grove. He slips a finger in to
feel wetness flooding out of my pussy. Gently his fingers flutter
over my clit before delving back in to my desire, my juice noisy to
his touch. I guide his hard cock to my garden and plant his
throbbing tool there. He moves and ploughs into me with a sharp
intake of breath. The sapling against my back scratches at my neck
and that heady smell of pine invades every trembling nerve in my
body. An orgasm throbs through me and my pulsing pussy walls grab
at his busy tool.
    He moves
gently deeper into my pleasure garden lifting me physically to fill
me up. I moan as my clit connects with the base of his shaft and
the spasms of another orgasm take over. I buck against him, taught,
clinging to his shoulders. He becomes urgent, faster and faster
until we both cry out together with joy as his come spurts into me.
He holds me to him and whispers in my ear just as the sapling
breaks and we tumble to the ground.
    Then he's
gone. I'm lying on the hard frosty path, the broken sapling under
me and a man standing above looking down at me, concern etched in
the lines of his face.
    'Are you all
right miss?' he asks. 'Gave me quite a turn seeing you fall like
that.'
    I'm panting,
feeling the pulsing orgasm subside as I gaze around in disbelief. I
look down at my clothes but the wool coat is done up tight. He
holds out a gloved hand to help me up. I'm shaking and cold as a
corpse.
    'I'm sorry
about your tree,' I say, my voice comes out unnaturally high,
squeaky.
    'Not to worry,
you must have slipped on the path. It's the ice, we can't salt the
path or we'll damage the trees.'
    'I'll take
this one though,' I say to him pointing at the broken tree.
    He picks it up
and studies it. 'It's a good looking specimen of Douglas Fir, not
damaged except at the base. I'll just tidy it up for you in the
store and get it wrapped in netting. You sure you're OK?'
    'I'm fine,' I
reply. 'I just want to walk a little.'
    The gardener
moves off with the tree and I look about me. Gabriel's gone, like
that last day of summer all those years ago. I'd waited on the
beach next to his clothes for ages before raising the alarm. They
said it was a unusual rip tide that took him. He was a strong
swimmer. They found his body the next day. The memory is so strong
again but this time it's different. His voice still whispering
those words in my ear, a ghost of the past.
    'Love
life.'
    I feel a sense
of peace within me for the first time since that fateful day and
the smell of the pines suddenly makes me happy. I walk back to
store.
    I squeeze the
bound tree into the bench seat at the back of the car and get in.
As I drive back suffused with it's aromatic smell I smile. Spectral
flakes of snow fall on the windscreen and the wipers brush them
aside.
    I start
thinking about how we will dress the tree together that evening,
Paul, me and the kids. I have finally said goodbye to my ghost from
my past. Gabriel is placed carefully in my heart where it no longer
hurts. He is not lost, he will be a happy part of each Christmas
and I can look forward to that with my loving family.
     
     

 
     
    Sugar and Spice
     
    by T.H.
Rusty
     
    Sandra placed
the tray of cookies on the table, joining its brethren covering
every empty space in her kitchen. It's not that Sandra enjoyed the
conveyor