The Cabin – A Short Story

Hope you enjoy.

xoxo

Dalia

It was a normal crazy work week for me. I spent most of it looking forward to the three day weekend coming up. Whenever I had time off coming, the remaining days seemed to drag on forever.  When 5 pm Friday finally arrived, I can say that I wasn’t going to linger in the office. As I sat in the traffic on the way home, I realized I had been so caught up in the novelty of having three days off that I had not made any plans for the weekend. I rationalized that I could just sleep in the whole weekend and catch up on all those movies I wanted to watch. When I finally pulled into my driveway, I had resolved myself to my uneventful weekend fate. Then the phone rang.

I looked at the caller ID. It was a number I did not recognize. I usually did not answer these types of calls. But with a very lazy weekend ahead, I thought I might live a little.

 

“Hello?”

“Hey Baby,” I heard a voice say.

 

“Who is this?” I asked. It flashed through my mind for a moment that I should not have so many guys saying that to me that I would have to ask for a name.

 

“Who do you think it is?” I recognized his voice now, deep and inviting. My heart began to beat faster. It had been almost a month since I last heard from him. I still remembered how he smelled–God I missed that. His name was Jesse, we had met, strangely enough, on the internet singles sight for those looking for a spiritual match. Ironically when I saw his profile I was thinking more of a primal relationship.

 

“Oh, hey.” This is all I managed to say. I was a total dork. He seemed to have the ability to make me feel like a high school girl with a huge crush.

 

“What are you doing this weekend?” he asked.

 

I wanted to say something witty or cute or coy. Should I sound busy? Should I play hard to get? About a million things raced through my mind and then he said “Are you there?”

 

I wasn’t talking.  This was bad. “I’m here, just thinking.” That was not the best cover but at least the words came out in some sensible order. It was amazing the effect he could have on me.

 

“Are you busy this weekend?” he asked again.

 

“Not really. Why? What’s up?” I was starting to sound less like a teenager now, or so I hoped. I began to walk up to the porch, fumbling through my keys to find the one that would open the door. I held the key up to the lock when he said in a playful voice, “I am picking you up in two hours. I have a surprise.”

 

“Ok, where are we going?” I asked, wondering if this was really happening.

 

“It is going to be cold,” he warned. “See you at 8,” and with that he hung up.

 

I stood at my front door for a minute taking in what just happened. I then caught a glimpse of my hair in the peek window of the door all windblown from having the windows open on the way home and it occurred to me that I had only two hours to get ready for this, whatever “this” was.

 

I ran inside and decided to shower first. As I pulled my clothes off and started the water running, I remembered the last time we saw each other. We had stayed up all night at the beach. He told me about his life and adventures, he had been in the special ops in the army.  He made me laugh, and then said he could look at my smile for hours. As the night wore on we seemed to have talked about anything and everything. When he finally left because he had to be up early in the morning. He walked me to my door, waited for me to unlock it and then he kissed me goodbye.

 

It was a kiss that I felt on my lips for days after. I still remembered the warmth of his lips, the feel of his tongue as it moved with mine and he tasted so good. I could still feel his arms around me, how he pressed himself against me. I just melted.

 

Almost feeling his lips still on mine, I felt a small shiver down my entire body. My nipples suddenly became hard. I felt a new warmth between my legs, I leaned back in the shower, lingering, feeling the warm water run through my hair, down my body. I stood directly under the shower head, turning the hot water up so that the warmth was almost too much to take. I let my fingers play down my face, across my lips, down my chest to my nipples. I gently pulled them, a small moan escaped my lips as my fingers moved down my stomach towards the softness between my legs, my phone rang again, snapping my out of my fantasy. I raced out of the shower, grabbing my robe and almost ran over my cat that jumped from his spot, glaring with annoyance, where he was patiently waiting for me to finish right outside the shower door.

 

I took a deep breath, after a moments pause I answered the phone. “Hey,” I said in the cutest voice I could muster.

 

“Did you send Dad his present?” It was my sister. I reminded myself why I had caller ID.  I answered her as quickly as I could and hung up the phone.

 

I grabbed the bag I used for small trips out of the closet.  I packed everything I could think of for cold weather. I even grabbed two sweaters and my jacket. Living in Florida, I almost never found a use for these.

 

I pulled on my jeans, tank top and flip flops. I went and grabbed my toothbrush. I might be over packing, I thought. He did not say how long we would be gone. I thought about calling him, but then it occurred to me that would take away the surprise.

 

I had about 15 mins. I jumped on my computer and played several games of solitaire. I did this when I was nervous and had to wait. I convinced myself that it calmed my nerves; it didn’t. The doorbell rang.

 

I grabbed my bag, purse and jacket. I opened the door. He was standing there in jeans and a blue t-shirt. He smiled and pulled me to him, leaning down slightly, he placed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes. His lips were strong and yet soft at the same time. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth; I moaned slightly, and his kiss became deeper as I felt his desire for me as well. I used my lips to slide his tongue into my mouth deeper and then slid it out almost to the tip.  I slid down it again and then released.

 

I opened my eyes again, looking into his. “Miss me?” he whispered. I gently bit my lip and nodded. His eyes were blue as a perfect spring day. I could get lost in them. Still holding me close, he smiled and said, “Ready?” I realized he had no idea at that point how ready I was for him. “Yep” was all I could say as he kissed me lightly again and grabbed my bag out of my hand.

 

We walked over to his truck. He opened the back and deposited my bag. He then came around and opened the door for me. I climbed in and buckled my seatbelt as he closed the door and walked around the front to get in the driver’s side.

 

As he closed his door, he picked up what looked like a bandana from the steering wheel.  He smirked and motioned for me to lean in closer “Close your eyes.” I smiled. He was so cute.  He wrapped the blindfold around my eyes. I could feel his breath on my face.  “No peeking,” he said and kissed me lightly on my nose.

 

I heard him start up the car, and we began driving. It became more exhilarating as I sat there not being able to see. It was a surprise, and he had planned it, which alone made it amazing.

 

We talked for a while, laughed and smiled. He had amazing stories, and I told him of my recent adventures. He always had a way of making me smile. I realized we had been driving for several hours, and it was getting late. He still did not say anything about where we were headed.

 

I yawned a little, trying to hide it by turning my head. I felt his fingers on my cheek, warm lines being drawn by them. “Are you tired baby?” he asked me. I nodded, “A little.” I felt a blanket being placed on me, “Sleep for a little while then. We will be there soon.” His fingers running down my face to my neck, and then I felt his fingers through my hair. I curled up as best I could in the seat, wrapping the blanket around me. He continued to play with my hair as I drifted off into slumber.

 

I felt the car slow down and come to a stop. As I continued to wake up, I realized the blindfold was still on. I heard his door open and close and a gust of cold air came through. I sat there for several minutes in silence. I pulled the blanket closer around me. My door opened and I smiled and looked in that direction. He leaned in and picked me up out of the car. I wrapped my arm around his neck. It was cold as the wind hit my arm and face. I buried my face in his chest trying to block the cold as I heard his footsteps as he was walking. The sound, I realized, was snow.

 

He walked up three steps, and then I felt him push open a door with his shoulder. He walked a few more steps and laid me down on a surface covered by pillows. I was warm, and I heard the sound of a crackling fire. I heard him shut the door. He came back over and sat beside me. He leaned in and kissed me again and pulled back and whispered into my ear, “Do you have any idea where you are?” I smiled and licked my lips slightly “No, but it is cold.” He laughed then and pulled the blindfold from my face. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized we were in a cabin and I was sitting on a very plush couch. It was still dark outside, but there was fire in the fireplace that was the only source of light besides two candles on the small table on the side of the couch. The snow could be seen through the windows as the moon shown off of it.

 

I took his face in my hands and pulled him close to me. “Thank you,” I whispered as I looked into his eyes and stroked his face with my fingers. He closed his eyes. I traced the lines of his face. “You must be tired,” I said with a wink. He smiled and pulled the blanket from around me while shaking his head no. I felt my heart begin to race again.

 

I leaned back, watching him as he stood up, removed his jacket and slid his shoes off. I stood, slid off my flip flops, and let them fall to the floor. I walked up then and slid my arms around his waist and pressed my lips against his neck, kissing and tasting his skin as I pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. Then I ran my finger nails down his back and then his chest, lightly licking his shoulders. His skin was smooth and I could taste the saltiness of his sweat.

 

Wrapping his arms around my waist, he kissed my neck as I moved slowly around in a circle so his back was now to the couch. I moaned as I felt his teeth against the skin of my neck. I pushed him down on the couch.  Then, I crawled on top of him, straddling his waist. Looking down at him, I smiled and asked, “Are you sure you’re not tired?” All he did was wink as he slid his fingers through my hair, bringing my face to his. He kissed me deeply as I began to moan again. Feeling his tongue dance with mine, I pushed my hips to him, grinding against the solid length of him. I could feel how hard he already was underneath his jeans. I moved my hips, rocking back and forth, as I kissed him harder. I could feel my clit rubbing against the fabric of my jeans. I could feel how wet I was getting.  I felt my legs quiver as warmth passed through me as I came hard, back arching and digging my nails into his chest. , I moaned so loud it was almost a scream. This was just the beginning.

 

I felt his hands at my waist again pulling off my shirt. I felt his fingers undo the claps of my bra and pull it down my shoulders. My nipples were hard. I felt his fingertips as he clasped them in each hand and began to rub slightly. Moans escaped my lips as I moved my hips again on top of him. He pulled each nipple with fingers tugging slightly, my nails digging into his chest again as he played with them, his fingers caressing and toying. Flipping my head back, I came again hard on top of him. He did this to me.

 

I leaned down and kissed him. I could feel his hands on my back as I kissed down his neck, gently biting him. Moving down his chest, I took each of his nipples into my mouth, moving my tongue around them, sucking slightly as I felt him move beneath me. I kissed his stomach lightly, like little butterfly kisses, letting my nails follow down his chest and stomach. I let my mouth caress him through the jeans, my warm breath a tease as I undid the button and unzipped the fly. I then pulled them open, kissing the exposed hips and thighs, letting my lips get so close to his cock that he could feel my breath. I kissed down each leg as I pulled his jeans off and let them fall to the floor. I stood there looking down on him as I undid my own jeans and slid them to the floor. I pulled off my panties and dropped them on the pile of clothes now formed on the floor.

 

I looked at him, watching as the firelight danced across his skin, letting my eyes wander to how hard his cock was. God, I wanted to feel him inside of me. I crawled up between his legs again like a cat with a saucer of milk.

 

I began by licking his inner thigh and letting my tongue slide up the entire length of his shaft. I slid the head of his cock into my mouth, tasting him. I could feel him throbbing. My tongue circled once around the tip before I released him and slid my legs on either side of his hips, holding him with my hands I slid him into me slowly.

 

I felt how hard he was as he filled me completely. The warm wetness surrounding him, I began to slide slowly up and down his cock, moving my hips forward and back taking him all the way inside of me. He placed his hands on my hips urging me to go faster, and I felt myself tighten around him as I came again, moaning as I pushed even faster into him, feeling my clit rub against him. I looked down to see him watching me, watching me cum over and over on top of him. The thought made my  legs  quiver again, and my moans were  almost screams as I  orgasmed over and over.

 

I felt him swelling inside of me, his hands bringing me to him as he pushed deeper inside. His hands slid up my back pulling me to him, bringing my lips to his, and  I felt his tongue slide between my lips as he came inside of me. I heard his moans as he released deep and hard.

 

I lay there on top of him, feeling him breathe. His cock was still pulsing from the orgasm. I felt his fingertips down my back in large circular sweeps sending tinkles down my spine. I sat up again looking at him. He was smiling as he looked up at me.

 

I lay down next to him and pulled the blanket over us. I put my head on his chest and ran my fingers through his hair, down his neck and chest until I felt his breath become steady and I could tell he was asleep. I looked up at him one last time, blew out the candles, placed my head on his chest again, and fell asleep in his arms.

Ask Dalia…

Hello All,

I find that since I am the wielder of #whoretips, I regularly get asked for my advice on situations of the dating/sexual relationship nature. Since I give these little nuggets of what I believe are wisdom, I thought I would start posting them here. I hope they are helpful or simply entertaining.

Also, if you have a question, please feel free to ask me here or email me dalialance@gmail.com. I would love to help you with your question if I can.

So… Here is the question:

“Do I need to reveal my tattoos or piercings if they are hidden normally in my clothes before my clothes come off?”

This one, I was surprised I was asked. How did this come up? Well I asked and the answer suprised me. The person asking, a female, has a clit piercing, and she had been seeing a gentleman for about two weeks and they decided to seal-the-deal so to speak and when they did, in the middle of the defined mating ritual (aka sex) he left.

Yep ladies and gentlemen: He left her there in the room.

When confronted later, he said that he came up close to her clit piercing and it freaked him out.

WHAT????

You left perfectly good sex because of that? What the hell is wrong with you?

I know, I thought the same things, however, you have to remember something: You never know that will turn someone on or off. It is not fair to judge someone based on what they like or don’t. I will however judge him for how he handled the situation. It was bad, very bad.

Alas, let’s get to my advice on this very controversial subject, just kidding. Seriously though, yes, I would give a little warning what a person may encounter when the clothes come off unless they specify they don’t want to know.  This even includes your grooming routines. If you have a big bush (This applies to boys or girls) then you may want to give warning before the jungle adventure begins for your partner.

So… There you have it, disclosure is always best. 🙂

xoxo

Dalia

Ask Dalia…

Hello All,

I find that since I am the wielder of #whoretips, I regularly get asked for my advice on situations of the dating/sexual relationship nature. Since I give these little nuggets of what I believe are wisdom, I thought I would start posting them here. I hope they are helpful or simply entertaining.

Also, if you have a question, please feel free to ask me here or email me dalialance@gmail.com. I would love to help you with your question if I can.

So… Here is the question:

“Are you required to disclose if you have had a venial disease?”

At first I almost didn’t list this question. I thought “of course you are”, but, as what I hope is an educated and intelligent individual, I took a minute and gave it some thought.

I have revised my answer!

Of course the answer is no longer as simple as yes or no.

The answer is now full of grey areas.

First if you have a disease such as herpes which I refer to as the “gift that keeps on giving” then yes, you should tell sexual partners even if you are not having an outbreak it is still something you can end up sharing. You might be thinking “If I wear a condom then I am protected”, this is not true my darlings. You are more protected, but guess what? You can still get things. Bodily fluids are just that: fluid. So they can get so many places and carry with it little germies.

HPV is another one you can share. Nobody wants warts on their cash-and-prizes. Also, most women don’t know they have it, so make sure you let your partner know there is a risk in having you as a playmate. Believe it or not, if this is a person who cares about you, they may not care at all you are a carrier. But, at least give them the option.

Now if it is a disease you have been treated for and the shot or pills cleared it up? Then I suggest getting tested regularly, depending on how many partners you have, testing should be once a year and if you are clean, then don’t share unless asked and this is someone you plan on playing with regularly.

As I have said before, if this is a one time thing, you don’t actually owe that person any personal facts, even your real name, that is how you can get internet stalkers.

So… my advice besides the above… USE PROTECTION!!!

Hope you have a disease free day!

xoxo

Dalia

Ask Dalia…

Hello All,

I find that since I am the wielder of #whoretips, I regularly get asked for my advice on situations of the dating/sexual relationship nature. Since I give these little nuggets of what I believe are wisdom, I thought I would start posting them here. I hope they are helpful or simply entertaining.

Also, if you have a question, please feel free to ask me here or email me dalialance@gmail.com. I would love to help you with your question if I can.

So… Here is the question:

“Which is more intimate: Oral or Sex?”

I loved this question, honestly I love most of the questions I am asked, but this one is fun because it reminds me about when you first start dabbling, shall we say, in the sex for the first time.

Even as we are older I think that there are a portion, of mainly women, who are now or were not comfortable with someone “going down on them.”

I have also found this to be true when it comes to women giving blow-jobs or what I like to call “blowies”. Even past the beginning stages it seems that this can carry forward. I recently spoke to a friend who I believed to be very sexual and she dislikes giving blow-jobs because her partner doesn’t come fast enough.

This of course made me laugh, because during sex you don’t want your partner finishing too fast.

So…. Guess what? You can have it both ways!!! What you say? I’ll explain.

First getting to a orgasim is dependant on the person and what gets him off. But I will give a little hint: What usually helps in the “getting off” department is the repeated motion that is giving pleasure. Meaning if you are “changing what you are doing” every few moments it doesn’t allow you to build up to a climax. Basically ladies you, yes you, are making this take longer.

Now that we have cleared that up, let’s talk about the question asked. I would like to say this has a definite answer but it doesn’t from an outside person. The answer is what is more intimate to you. Simple as that. For me, in case you were wondering, I think Oral is more intimate, you are up close and personal when you are face-to-face with the cash and prizes of your partner.

So playmates out there… Although I didn’t clear up this mega-mystery I hope I have helped you in some small way. 🙂

xoxo

Dalia