Subj: My Bramwell Sequel Conclusion
Date: 7/8/00 2:18:07 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Shadowalker

Awakening to a new day......I hear Mother and Father hurrying off to their own plans......a door closes and they are now gone......excitement builds quickly......Bramwell fills every thought this morning......he fills my heart......soon he comes to my door......he takes my hand and leads me to a sleigh much to my delight....he lifts me by my waist and gently raises me up to the seat....tingles run through my body as he touches me......he covers the both of us in blankets of fur......he grabs the reins......we both laugh and tell of old childhood snow adventures as we drive along......the wind blows chillingly against our faces......I know that it should be cold......no I feel none......we stop at an old cottage......deserted of its family that once was here......he tells of his boyhood years of hiding here......pain in his voice......he stops his tale and reaches to the side of the hearth for the wood.....he places the logs in......soon a fire begins......he goes outside returning with a blanket and a basket......he smiles to me......spreads the blanket upon the wooden floor placing the basket to one side......from the basket there is wine and fruits and two crystal glasses......he pulls me to him......a kiss......and we sit on the blanket......he pours the wine and hands me my glass......a sip is all I can take......his eyes on me......they long for me......he places my glass down and holds my hand......looking into my eyes.....he at first pulls me towards him......as we kiss the excitement and longing that had been denied him the night before would not be now......his kisses were insistent......demanding wanting.....he unfastens my dress......as his kisses my neck......his hands pull back the top of the dress to reveal my camisole......roughly he pulls my body completely down to the blanket......he is driven with desire......he kisses my forehead then each cheek......leading his lips down the side of my throat......I unbutton his shirt revealing a Gods body.....his muscles are taut as an animal ready to strike......he sends ripples of pleasure through my body as he kisses my breasts through my camisole......his hands explore places that leave me breathless and writhing with pleasure......our breathing becomes labored......our passions cannot wait any longer......our bodies explode together in ecstasy......and yet again...... Yes......it seems so long ago......I once again look out the window and see him......I smile for I am now complete with his love......I place my hand upon my stomach and think of our baby...yes very complete....

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