This Celtic Heart

[Diva]

Have ye no cares how her heart longs for thee?
Is there music so tender where yere heartstrings should be?
For a lass there is waiting for eternity.
Forever is how long she'll wait.

But forever will pass, the sun will shine bold;
Tomorrows will fade and her heart ye will hold.
But pledges are lost and promises told
Ye'll forget lest you find out yere way.

So ye'll search and ye'll wander, yere heart may be lost;
Yet she waits for ye there, she waits at all cost.
Like oceans her heart's risen and tossed.
She sings her heart's tune but for thee.

[Diva]

The Old Stone Cottage By The Sea

The old stone cottage was so warm…she wiped her glistening brow with the corner of her apron, then with her bare forearm. Her hair was dame from perspiration from all her labors of the day. She found it necessary to take a break before her Sir arrived. She had time.

She looked over her shoulder to the heavy door…it beckoned to her. Before she knew it, she felt herself turn and do what she could to make herself cooler. Her cotton blouse fell to the floor as she approached the door.

As she stood in the doorway and gazed down the stone path, she smiled slowly, the vision before her taking her breath away as it always did. She absentmindedly reached for the blanket that hung by the door and walked out, leaving the door wide open, as was her habit. The sea air bathed her face as she walked into the sunlight and she tilted her chin upward as she walked to her favorite spot on the hillside by their cottage. Leaving the stone pathway, the grasses, tall with summer’s drizzle, brushed lightly against her cotton skirt, soft beneath her bare feet. She closed her eyes and drank in the gentle fragrance of the heather, growing among the grasses.

There was a gentle haze against the neighboring hillside, she noticed, as she tossed the blanket into the air to spread it onto the ground. As she knelt down, she smiled as she felt the grass beneath the blanket resist her weight, but cushioned it. She sat for a time, looking out to sea, to see if she could see where the edge of the sea dropped off as the boats disappeared in the west.

In the distance, a pod of whales swam lazily in front of her, almost as if they knew she was there. They gave her comfort, their languid movement giving her peace. They spouted and their strong flukes came out of the water as they dove and rose, dove and rose again. The calm bathed her soul.

The fishing boats seemed to drift aimlessly about without direction. She could barely make out the fishermen’s movement on board, working feverishly against time, though the day was barely half over. She could hear their voices over the waves and often wondered what their topics of conversation were. What interested them other than their catch. She watched them to discover their patterns. She knew them more than they knew her, for she saw them at market with their daily catch, smiling as she bought from them what they had worked so hard to bring in.
~2~
She stretched her legs out to the edge of the blanket, toward the slope of the hillside, and leaned back on her hands, her face to the sun, her breasts kissed by the sunlight. The coolness of the breeze brushed her nipples taut…..cool, but not cold. She enjoyed the sun’s warmth as it met the breeze’s coolness. She was oblivious to the shouts of the sailors who then discovered her in her bare-breasted pose. They shouted their approval, but she did not hear. All she felt….all she noticed was the sun….the breeze…and how they kissed her body.

She turned at once to lie on her stomach, her face where her feet once had been, chin resting on her fists, looking toward her ocean and took in the sights of the whales, the shouting fishermen, the gulls sailing weightlessly around the boat, the direction of the grasses blowing. She sighed and found herself resting her head on her folded arms. She slept.

She didn’t know how long she had slept, but woke with a slight start. She noted that the sun was slightly lower in the sky, but not alarmingly so. She smiled. Perhaps she had not slept the afternoon away, as she knew she must prepare dinner for her Sir. She rose slightly to return to the cottage. Her Sir stood on the edge of the blanket, looking down on her, smiling……..and holding her blouse.

“Sir! Forgive me! How long have You been there?” she exclaimed, slightly startled, not remembering that she was topless. She saw her Sir’s eyes drop to her breasts and she instinctively brought her hand to cover herself, lowering her eyes.

“No,” Hy said. “Lower your hand, Little Girl. I’m enjoying this beautiful vision before me,” came the gentle order.

She complied.

“Sir, I should go prepare for dinner, yes?” she asked quietly.

“It can wait,” came the reply, and she heard things drop to the ground….keys, riding crop, a book, a belt…she heard the buckle of the belt coming undone and it dropped before her. Sir sat on the blanket and place Hys riding boots before her.
~3~
“Remove them, please,” and she sat up to pull them off gently, enjoying the smooth leather in her hands. Standing again, Sir unzipped the riding pants and she became aroused, the familiar feeling of desire between her legs. Their eyes meet as the pants slid down and were kicked to the side, next the shirt. And Sir was there before her, cock straining through boxers. The colleen found herself holding her breath, so tempted was she to reach out and caress the hardness she so desired. She raised her eyes longingly to see her Sir gazing down upon her.

Lowering to the ground, the girl found herself being pushed down to the blanket once again, her skirt pushed up about her thighs. She felt a strong hand sliding up to caress her inner thighs and she sighed, her eyes closing. A moan escaped from the depths of her, Sir’s hands on her like fire to her skin. She automatically opened her legs and pulled her skirt up even higher.

She heard a chuckle and her eyes flew open to see Sir smiling down on her. “What is it You want, My colleen?” She brought Hys hands to her breasts and the smile was gone. Quickly, Hy brought her hands to her sides and firmly held them there.
“Leave them, woman!” And then she felt Sir push her skirt up further, spread her legs wider and lower onto her. She signed and welcomed Hys weight upon her anxious and waiting body. She felt Hys cock and instinctively opened her legs wider still, pushing up.

Together, they pushed the boxers down to free Sir’s cock. It sprang toward her, causing her to softly gasp. She was so wet, so ready to be taken, possessed. She reached for Hys cock and once again her hand was pushed away. The message was made clear. Hy rose up slightly and guided the lust-filled cock inside slowly purposefully. A moan came from deep inside, reveling in how wet she was….how deeply Hy made his way inside her. Suddenly, there was no sea….there were no gulls….no breeze tripping through the grasses. There was only her Sir, pushing into her with such a force, taking her completely, causing her to grind her hips upward, pushing faster and faster.

She felt herself digging her nails into Sir’s ass, attempting to pull Hym further inside her, as deeply as possible. It could never be deep enough…..into her wetness……their bodies moved with the experience of having made love many, many times…..the rhythm of passion seemed out-of-control, but they were out-of-control together.


~4~
She felt Hys hands move to the top of her head, grabbing her hair, using her head for leverage, pumping hard into her, watching her face as Hy fucked her, possessed her. Hys eyes shone steel and Hys smile was loving, yet lustful. She returned the smile, relishing Hys possession and her own submission. She loved this wildness in her Sir, this loss of Hymself inside her. And the familiar feeling from deep inside came slowly to overtake her.

“Sir, I’m cumming for You,” she whispered hoarsely.

She began to tremble…the trembling which told her she was about to leave her own body in wild abandon; and she drug her nails down Sir’s strong back, her own back, arching….screaming from a place so primal.

Her body shook and convulsed. She screamed, and, as she did, her screams brought her Sir to a most magnificent orgasm, thrusts coming deeper still, harder and faster. Their skin glistened in the afternoon sun. Their bodies melted into one another as their pace slowed, but they continued to move on one another, enjoying the last moments of their amazing climax.

And they lay on the blanket in each others’ arms….staring up at the clear blue sky, clouds painted by the sea breezes which kissed them both.

~Diva