Thursday, February 25, 2010

Aphrodite's Temple

Aphrodite’s Temple

I have to admit that I left Africa with a reluctant heart. It is a beautiful continent; wild and savage in part, but glorious in its verdant richness of textures, whether they were sand or jungle. I saw a hundred types of plants and trees that I hadn’t ever seen or heard of before.

As we pulled away from the shores of Africa, out of the port of Casablanca, I watched Morocco slowly vanishing from view. It had been an exhilarating visit, if not an educational one. I learned that there are areas of the desert that grow food and that areas of the jungle can be almost barren. I saw leaves that were big enough to wrap around me and trees so tall I couldn’t see their tops.

Yes, I will admit that the snakes were worrisome. I hate snakes – I don’t even like earth worms. When I was a child my dad always told me that they were more afraid of me than I was of them, but that couldn’t possibly be true; I’m just this side of having a heart attack when I see one and if they are more scared of me, they’d be dead! And see plenty of them I did. Very small ones that are particularly deadly actually to larger ones that wouldn’t hurt you. Unless you died of fright at the sight of them.

Snakes just give me the creeps. When I see one the little tiny hairs on the back of my neck raise crazily and all I can think of is getting away. Our guide teased me a great deal and wimp that I am, I was close to tears several times. And Adam, the man that I adore has also teased me. He always apologizes and smiles the dimple smile at me when he does, but still, it is very frustrating!

But he is a charming man. He made the whole trip worthwhile for me and as much as he teased me, he took wonderful care of me as well. I was pampered whenever possible – how can you be irritated at someone who does everything in their power to make you feel protected, cherished and adored?

Each day I am more thankful for having Adam in my life. Those early months were very hard and when I think back on those last weeks, it terrifies me. It never occurred to me that it was Sunny who was behind it all. Isn’t it amazing what a ready smile and a helpful attitude will do? It can make you look no deeper at that person that what you see right in front of you. What I see in front of me now is Adam: solid and loving, truly the right man for me.

So, as hard as it was to leave the beauties of Africa, I was very anxious to be on our way to Greece. It is somewhere that I have always wanted to go. As a child Greek mythology fascinated me endlessly and I read as many books on it as I possibly could. One day I would be Hera – strong-willed and very queenly who incidentally sent the snakes to attack Hercules. The next it could be Artemis, Goddess of the hunt, shooting her arrows and bringing down mighty beasts. There were so many I could choose from and I seldom tired of that game. Cassie always wanted to be Aphrodite, Goddess of love. She would wrap a sheet around her and strike what we thought were sexy poses. My dad often took home movies of us and how it now makes us laugh to see them! My face would look like it was in pain as I tried to look ‘queenly’ like Hera and Cassie’s ‘sexy’ looks were more like someone who was eating a sour lemon. I don’t know why we thought it was necessary to suck in her cheeks to make her look sexy. Probably something we saw on TV I’ll bet!

We had been on the Athena for 3 days when we finally crossed into the Sea of Crete which is actually part of the Aegean and shortly thereafter I caught my first glimpse of Greece. Actually Crete, but that is still Greece! We sailed between Crete and Rhodes and my stomach tumbled with excitement! We stopped in Iraklion, sometimes called Heraklion for an afternoon and explored that beautiful city.

It was a city of contrasts, visually and culturally it seemed to me. Next to some of the bluest seas you’ll ever see lies starkly white architecture that seems almost blinding in the bright and clear sunshine. It is almost painful to the eyes, but it also takes your breath away. The architecture itself is blended from the ancient Minoans, the Romans, the Ottomans and Christians as well. And surprisingly, it all just fits together. While the people seem to be modern there is still a flavor of another time, another outlook that seems to permeate the culture of the city.

We had lunch there at a small dockside cafĂ© and drank ouzo and ate fresh seafood grilled with lots of lemon juice and olive oil. We ate until we couldn’t eat any more, both Adam and I felt roly-poly when we walked out of there. We strolled hand in hand and browsed the shops along the waterfront, admiring the colorful goods for sale. I bought a beautiful hand-made lace shawl for my mother who always admired fine handiwork such as that. I knew she would treasure it always.

After we boarded the Athena again we headed on our way, smoothly gliding over the calm Sea of Crete, sailing past Rhodes. Actually there are several islands that make up Rhodes and they made a picturesque back drop to the blue sea as Adam and I watched from the deck. My face was lifted to the warm Grecian sun and I could taste the tang of salt on my lips.

I caught Adam watching, his eyes sparking with desire as my tongue crept up to lick the salty taste from my lips. His arm was around me as he watched and I felt, rather than heard him groan which was then followed by the briefest of nibbles on my neck.

“Umm Adam, that feels wonderful!” I whispered against his chest. “Maybe we should go to the cabin for a rest. What do you think?”

He looked around him, at the crew on the deck. I’m not sure why exactly, but he seemed to be watching them as they worked. I looked up and several were watching us at the railing. I smiled at Kostos who was working the halyards near us, inspecting them I think. He nodded at me, his blond-haired and blue eyed Adonis looks sparkling in the sunshine as he tossed a careless grin my way. His eyes darted to Adam and darkened a bit I thought, but then I decided I must be imagining it and turned my attention back to Adam, who was staring off out to sea again.

“Well, how about a ‘rest’ my love? I’m eager,” I whispered softly against his ear, letting my lips softly caress his ear lobe in the process.

“Sarah, I think the crew thinks I, uh, bother you a bit too often, if you understand my meaning. They stare at me,” he told me, casting another glance around the deck. For a moment he looked very vulnerable and almost childlike I thought.

I laughed at him and said, “Well then, let’s let them know without a doubt who is initiating this ‘bothering’,” I told him with a laugh. I grabbed his hand and half-led and half-tugged him below decks, smiling at the crew as we past them. The sea wind caught my laugh and tossed it about the deck and that made several of them smile in return.

I couldn’t get him below deck quickly enough to suit me and as soon as our cabin door was closed my clothes were already flying off of me. Not that there were all that many on. I had taken to wearing a bathing suit with a wrap of some kind slung low around my hips. I would never have worn something like that before, but Adam made me feel so beautiful that I didn’t think about things like what my body looked like any longer. I had managed to keep off those 6 pounds I lost before and in fact I had lost another 5 since then. I think it’s all the, er, exercise we get!

With the door closed, Adam finally came to life and had his shorts off as quickly as I had my clothes off. He grabbed me and we dived for the bed together. His hungry mouth found mine and instantly our tongues were dueling and dancing delightfully with one another.

His hands found the wetness that was flowing freely from me and I felt his fingers trace me delicately, stroking my aroused sex tantalizingly. I rewarded him with a shudder as I was so close to orgasm. He stroked the engorged guardian of my womanhood, tracing its outline and the aching valley below it and then I found my release, my legs closing around his hand as the contractions took me and my eyes shut tightly with the pleasurable sensations.

I moaned softly against his mouth and tried to slide down his body to take him in my eager mouth, but he only looked at me and shook his head no.

“No love, I want to be inside you – NOW,” he told me as he slid his lithe body between my legs and I felt him enter me smoothly.

My body immediately contracted around him, pulling him into me tightly and he bent to kiss me while he gave me a moment to adjust to his hardness. His tongue searched my mouth, stroking my own tongue lovingly and then he was moving inside me, his tongue imitating his heated length as his rigid shaft thrust in and out of my pulsating depths.

I clung to him desperately each time he withdrew from my body and I tried to pull him back into me, squeezing him tightly until he sank back into my greedy body.

I was moaning loudly now as was Adam and neither of us cared if anyone heard us; we had only one goal in mind and it was so close we couldn’t control ourselves any longer.

Adam pushed into me as far as he could go and then I felt the pulsations of his release, his body flexing and contracting as he groaned against me. It was all I needed and I joined him then, on that beautiful plateau of passion and I felt complete. This was exactly where I was supposed to be.


We slept for an hour of so after we made love and then rose and took a shower before getting dressed to go up on deck for dinner. I had come to love our dinners out on the deck. We often watched the sunset and whether it was out over the water or an island, it was always beautiful.

Tonight was no exception I thought as I stood on the port side of the ship as we sailed north, weaving our way though the many small islands here. On the east side of the ship we were passing Kos, an island just off the Turkish coast and we could see Turkey as well, it’s coast line dark in the late evening, with little villages lit up occasionally upon it.

To the west or port side the sun was a fiery orange-gold tonight, sinking into the waiting arms of the sea and the sky was helping to show it off to the best advantage. The lovely horizon was streaked with pinks, purples and oranges, like some incredibly beautiful finger painting slashing across the heavens. I sighed with pleasure as Niko brought us some wine to sip while we waited for our dinner.

I was in no hurry for dinner; truthfully I had eaten so much at lunch that I wasn’t altogether hungry yet. But this quiet time, this interlude of peace was very welcome. We could hear some of the deck hands singing as they took care of whatever their tasks were before they had their dinner as well.

I had put on a sun dress, my only concession to dressing up for dinner. Had it been Adam and I only, I would have ate stark naked if I could because I felt so decadent and comfortable.

As the last wisp of the sun set below the horizon they brought our dinner out and set the table. Another sumptuous feast had been prepared and suddenly my mouth watered as I looked at the Dolmathes that was waiting for us. Dolmathes are grape leaves stuff with rice and crayfish and are totally delicious; plus, you get to eat them with your fingers! We sipped retsina wine with them and relished the soft breeze that helped to cool things down.

“I could do this forever,” I told Adam, sitting back in my chair and taking another sip of the dry retsina wine.

“What, eat? You’re marrying into the right family for that,” he laughed.

“No! I mean, yeah that’s okay but what I meant was,” I laughed and rolled my eyes at him, “What I meant was, being here on this ship. Cruising around these islands in the warm tropical air.”

“So you think you could do this forever? Give up being a landlubber?” he asked softly and I could swear that he wasn’t teasing any longer.

“Well – maybe for awhile. It’s a nice dream anyway,” I told him. I sat there, pensively twisting the stem of my wineglass around in my fingers as I contemplated a life on the sea.

I had now been off of work for 6 months and I was finding that I didn’t miss it at all, which surprised me. But then again, I wasn’t sitting idly around the house doing nothing. In fact, I sometimes wished that we could do that a little more.

I would really like to go spend some time at home. But is that Kansas or California now. Could it be a boat?

My silent perusals were interrupted when Misha brought out our next course – Garithes Santorina which is shrimp with feta cheese topped with olive oil, crushed red peppers and garlic and then broiled together until bubbly. They served that with grilled zucchini and we took our time, savoring every bite.

As we ate, Adam chatted with Misha who is also the cook about how she made the Garithes Santorina because he wanted to try it at home. She was very polite and accommodating, telling Adam that she would be glad to share the recipe with him.

Misha left us to head back to the galley. She had promised Adam something chocolate for dessert, but wouldn’t tell him what and I laughed as he squirmed in his seat, just waiting for the chocolate.

Misha didn’t keep him waiting long. She brought out silver dessert cups full of Zorbe Katasha, a sort of chocolate sorbet. It was wonderful, a bit grainier than what American’s think of as sherbet, but the chocolate flavor was awesome. It made a wonderful and light ending to the meal and I had to resist the temptation to scrape the dish with my spoon!

After dinner the sailors always played music and sometimes they danced as well. Not for our entertainment, but for their own; we were just lucky enough to be allowed to hear it. They were a boisterous and happy group and I think once the ouzo got to flowing, they became even happier. We at back in out seats, feeling the slight rocking motion of the ship as we sipped a last glass of the retsina wine. The first time I had tasted it I wasn’t totally sure I liked it. Retsina is a dry white wine, which I normally like but its twist is that it is made with pine resin, which gives it any odd, unmistakable flavor. Most people they say either love it or hate it and I guess I fall into the ‘love’ it category.

The moon rose and I noticed it was only a day or two off of full. It was shining brightly, almost winking at us in it’s intensity as if to say ‘this night is for lover’s, make the most of it’.

We took the moon’s advice.


The next two days were spent skimming over the deeply blue Aegean that was sometimes so still it was almost like glass. The ship had an engine as well as the sails, so we moved about from island to island, sometimes going ashore and sometimes only watching as we slowly sailed past. Occasionally we caught glimpses of ancient buildings that were remnants of what Captain Petros called ‘the old Gods’. These buildings gleamed brightly in the sunshine and a few times we stopped so we could visit them. Captain Petros told us that Kybylos has a wonderful temple there we can visit.

“It is a temple dedicated to Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love,” he told us with a definite twinkle in his eye.

Evidently the good captain had noticed the same thing the sailors had: that Adam and Sarah spend a lot of time in their cabin. And we ain’t playing Scrabble!

“Kybylos is a small island yes, but it is beautiful. The whole island was once dedicated to the worshipers of Aphrodite. Her priestesses served her at the temple. It was a sort of, how you say, um bordello, maybe? Yes, I think that is the word. Only the most beautiful women could serve their Goddess and they must all be virgins when they come to serve. It was considered a great honor to work the temples. Of course, the ancient priests used the services of the priestesses more than anyone. Not such a bad occupation I believe!”

“Um, I believe you are right,” I laughed. “Still, there must have been something spiritual in it, wasn’t there? I mean it wasn’t all about sex was it?”

“What in life is more spiritual than sex my dear lady? Sex is communion between souls, sharing a deeper unity of spirit than any other activity I know of,” he pointed out somberly.

“Well, prayer maybe,” I added, thinking about what he had said.

“Possibly,” he agreed. “Ah well, I am sure you will enjoy your stay on Kybylos very much indeed.”

“Yes, I’m looking forward to it a lot. Do very many people live there?”

“No, not many I believe; probably less than a hundred now. It is only a small fishing village and as the fish become fewer in our warm waters, so do the fisherman you understand.”

I nodded and stole a look at Adam who had been very quiet during this conversation. He was staring off to starboard, watching the dolphins that were playing in the waves stirred up by the ship. I wasn’t even sure he had been listening he seemed so intent on the antics of the playful dolphins.

“Is there nothing else there for the people?” he asked, still looking at the dolphins.

“No, only a little tourist business I believe. It is a shame, it is a very lovely island,” Captain Petros told us. “You have friends who are renting a villa there I believe you said?”

“Yes, the Villa Koustakas,” Adam told him.

“Ah, that must be the one that you can see from the harbor, such as it is. The harbor I mean!” he laughed and I noticed that he had very merry blue eyes that crinkled at the corners when he teased or laughed.

I had thought that Greeks were supposed to be dark-eyed and olive-skinned people with dark hair. And most seemed to be but there were a good many that were blond and light-eyed. The same thing had amazed me when I lived in Italy, but that was easy to explain. Austria and Switzerland were just to the north which made the variations understandable. And generally speaking the farther south I traveled in Italy the more everyone looked like the vision of Italians most American’s have. So why should Greece be any different? Different areas, different people.

They don’t have states in Greece, they have Peripheries’, which are like states I understand. There are 13 of them plus Mount Athos, which sounds like an interesting place.

It sits on a peninsula, the easternmost "leg" of the larger Chalcidice peninsula and protrudes into the Aegean Sea for some 60 km. Mount Athos itself is steep and densely forested and has 20 self-governing monasteries. Though land-linked, it is accessible only by boat. The number of visitors is restricted and all are required to get a special entrance permit before entering Mount Athos. Only males are allowed entrance into Mount Athos and Orthodox Christians take precedence in the permit issuance procedure. Only males over the age of 18, who are members of the Eastern Orthodox Church are allowed to live on Athos. There are religious guards, who are not monks, that assist the monks, and any other people not monks are required to live on the peninsula's capital, Karyes. The current population numbers around 2,250.

Even though it was a place I wasn’t going to visit it was still fascinating to me I guessed. Maybe because it was ‘forbidden’ to females, who knows?


On the morning of the third day we woke up anchored off of the island of Kybylos. It had a natural rock harbor Captain Petros had told us, but it was a shallow one, so large ships couldn’t anchor safely there. The island itself looked to be about 3 miles long from where we were and we knew that it was about the same wide. It had many hills, mostly sand-colored rock, but it was the biggest hill that begged all the attention. Probably a thousand feet or so high it seemed to tower over the rest of the island. Sitting on top of it was the ruins of the temple of Aphrodite. Several columns still stood as well as other parts of the temple that we couldn’t see from here the captain told us.

We could also see the villa from the harbor. There was a main building with a long arm extending from each side of it, curving along the hill. The wings looked like arms and the villa seemed to be embracing the island, as if protecting all within its reach from harm.

There was a small village located near the harbor with maybe a dozen houses perched on the steep streets. They were all pristine white and had colorful flowers growing everywhere; trailing from balconies, growing in pots and gardens. Red tiled roofs seemed like icing on cakes and the whole village was picturesque to look at. I couldn’t wait to get to shore, not only to explore but to see Cassie and Georgio.

Our bags were packed and deck hands moved them onto the dock. Adam and I thanked the captain and his very polite and gracious crew. As we stood there chatting for a moment I spied Cassie and Georgio waiting for us and my face lit up in a huge smile. Adam and the captain both noticed and with a final farewell, we were on our way down the gangway. I had to hold back from launching myself into Cassie’s arms I was so excited to see her.

Cassie looked so great, tanned and happy I decided. Her eyes were sparkling, the laugh lines that decorated them making her all the more beautiful. She stood within the shelter of Georgio’s arm, almost bouncing in her excitement to see me.

Georgio looked just as happy and his gaze shifted from us to Cassie, looking at her with adoring eyes and I knew that my friend was going to have a happily-ever-after ending, just as I was.


The day was spent very pleasantly, the four of us catching up on all the happenings in our lives since we has last seen one another, which was at Christmas, in Italy.

Cassie was recovering nicely and in fact she considered herself totally recovered but Georgio’s cautious side reminded her almost daily that he wasn’t convinced of that. I think he was probably a little over-protective and given Cassie’s proclivity to just throw herself into whatever was happening that was probably a very good thing. But she was participating in normal activities now and Georgio was teaching her to play tennis, which in part accounted for her beautiful tan. Even though she has naturally red hair, she is an anomaly when it comes to tanning. She does tan, very well and her skin almost had a coppery glow, due to some Native American blood in her probably. I noticed too that she was letting her hair grow from the almost pixie style she had worn for more years than I had cared to remember. The longer style suited her well I thought.

They had been here on the island for almost three weeks and would stay with us for the next week until it was time to go to Lavrio, where his family was. It was also the place where he would be working for the next 3 months, teaching surgical techniques in a university teaching hospital there. In the meantime, it was clear that they were enjoying the time off and their time together. They constantly follow one another with their eyes and whenever they are close enough to touch at least one of them will reach for the other. It makes me so happy to see it because Cass has deserved someone this wonderful for a long, long time.

Later that evening after a leisurely dinner with Cassie and Georgio Adam and I decided to take a walk around the island. Specifically up to the temple. There was a clear path that led to it and it was still light out so we could easily see our way. We took a flashlight with us just in case though. Boy Scout motto: Be Prepared!

1000 feet doesn’t seem very high, in thought anyway, but half-way up Adam and I were both winded and so we stopped for a couple of minutes and sat on a large boulder along the side of the path. It looked for all the world as if one of the Gods had put it there as a resting place on this path to the temple. We scooted up to the top of the boulder and looked out to the west, where the sun was starting to dip low in the sky.

“I think we need to start some exercises, other than our usual exercise,” I joked, once I got my breath back.

“Not me, I’m just taking it easy for you love!” Adam quipped, but he was laughing so hard it was difficult to really understand what he had said. “Maybe we just need to do more of that particular exercise, hmm?’’ He leaned down to nibble on my neck and I sighed at the feel of his lips kissing that sensitive spot so enticingly.

“I think we are both sufficiently recovered now Adam; lets continue on up the path.” In truth I would enjoy nothing more than having my way with him then and there but we were very exposed here, perched on this rock. The vista of the whole town and the harbor was sitting just below us and I was afraid someone could see us. “C’mon,” I said, tugging on his hand to get him moving again.

He gave me this sexy lop-sided grin he has, but scooted down off the boulder and we continued our journey up to the temple. We held hands and I was so excited to get up there I found myself practically skipping along the way.

A few minutes later we were there and it was spectacular – even the air felt different. Almost magical really I thought as I gulped in huge breaths of the air after our last dash up the path.

The suns last rays caught at the white marble and made it almost glow – at least I thought it was the sun, but it was sinking lower in the sky even as we watched. The brilliant gold’s and oranges that reflected off the Aegean almost took my breath away it was so stunning of a site.

I reached out to touch the pillar that I was standing next to and felt the marble beneath my fingers, still warm and almost soft really. I mean, it wasn’t soft, but it seemed that way, possibly because it was worn so smooth through the centuries.

“Adam, feel this. It’s – it’s incredible really!” I told him, placing his hand where mine had been.

His fingers stroked over the stone almost lovingly, the kind of caress he would use on me and just watching him sent shivers up and down my spine. I wasn’t connected to that pillar, but it almost felt as if he was stroking me instead of it.

My breath caught in my throat and I had to turn away and not watch him any longer. My heartbeat was rushing through my body. It felt as if my blood was singing through my veins, throbbing with each beat of my heart. I was aroused and my body let me know it by sending a stream of wetness spreading damply between my legs.

I walked to another pillar, at the back side of the temple and wrapped my arm around it, mostly for support but also to see if this pillar made me feel the same way.

What is this feeling? It is flooding my body with sensation and something that felt like an imperative.

I needed Adam and I needed him now.

The blood was now singing though my head and all I knew was the desire that rushed though me, pounding through my head and veins. I felt as if I was vibrating with need, much like what a guitar feels like when someone strums the strings.

“Adam, Adam,” I called out, and when I turned around he was behind me, his eyes echoing the same things I was feeling.

He pulled me to him tightly, his erection huge and pulsating against my belly and I groaned against his mouth and grasped his hips, drawing them as close as possible as I ground my belly against him.

The sun was completely gone now and the moon was rising, the full moon. It shined its magical glow down upon two lovers who were honoring this temple and the Goddess Aphrodite in the most simple of rituals and offerings.

We found a block of marble and Adam carried me to it and stood me before it, pulling each piece of clothing off of me with impatient movements. I was doing the same thing, trying frantically to get Adam’s clothing off as well.

Finally we were both naked and we stood proudly so, in the glow of the moon and offered ourselves to one another, in the ways of the priestesses and priests of old.

Adam was staring at me and I looked down and saw that the moonlight was beaming off my breasts, making them glow almost magically as the sun had made the stones of the temple itself glow earlier. My chest was rapidly rising and falling with my desire and I thrilled when I noticed Adams chest was doing the same.

He picked me up and sat me down on the block of marble and then he was kneeling in front of me, spreading the soft lips of my body, tracing his tongue over the wetness and the aching folds of me.

I came quickly, with a rush of more juices and still I begged him to continue on, not to stop this delicious madness…

I lie back on the warm marble and spread myself open as wide as I could and moaned out my pleasure; almost an invocation to the Goddess herself. Adam responded by inserting a finger into the wet channel that would soon hold him so delightfully. He wiggled his finger, finding that elusive magical spot inside me and again an orgasm washed over me, leaving me panting and needing him now.

“Adam, now, inside me please!” I demanded with a silken voice that was still smoky from the intensity of my orgasm.

He rose up and stood looking down at me for a moment; and just for that moment I saw the satyr in him, waiting to take me and I opened my arms to him, urging him to join with me.

He was in me then, driving into me with a delicious rhythm that had me on the brink again almost immediately. Over and over he plummeted into my body as desire and need surged through both of us, pushing us towards the peak of our passion. Our eyes locked and I wasn’t even sure we were breathing any longer so enveloped in this magical act we were.

His pace increased and so did my movements to meet him, hips pushing against hips, the pounding sounds echoing in the still and quiet night as did our cries when we found our peaks. The orgasms rushed over us both, pounding in our ears, surging though our bodies as muscles contracted and pulsated with satisfaction.

We laid there on the marble that was starting to cool with the evening’s darkness until our breathing was somewhat normal again. His hand clasped mine, his thumb tenderly stroking my own.

I was afraid to speak – something had come over both of us this night and whether it was just desire or something more magical I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to break this spell though and I was afraid that if I spoke it would.

Adam leaned over me and kissed me tenderly, softly, his lips a mere caress upon my own. And his eyes – they were focused intently on mine but they were no longer the satyr’s eyes, only my own dear Adam’s.

“Sarah marry me here and now, in this place.”

Coming soon…The Wedding!

Copyright © 2010 by Cynthia Hope Hodge

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Sneak Peek at Wishing On Stars

Here's a sneak peek at the upcoming story, Wishing On Stars.  It will debut in April.  The site is still very rough, but I couldn't wait to share the beginning of the story!

I hope you will enjoy it!

Monday, February 15, 2010

Welcome Everyone!


Yes, it is me, Hope.  I've decided to go back to the blog format; the time it takes to re-do, update and maintain the web site is just too much for me, everyone.  But I missed writing so much that I decided that I had to just get back to my roots, so here I am.

A few things of note - Engbunny is my back up on the site.  If I have a post due and can't make it, she can get information to you.  I will try to stick to the same communication style as before - if I've got an update scheduled it will be there, unless otherwise noted.  I'll try never to leave you hanging...

I am in the process now of moving over the one shot stories about Sarah and Adam that I did on the web site and when I've done that I will post two new stories - Only In My Dreams and The Wedding.  Only in my dreams is another little 'fantasy' post and I hope you'll enjoy it.  The Wedding is about of course Sarah and Adam's big day.  It will be the lead-in for the next story, Wishing On Stars, Cassie and Georgio's story.  I will very quickly be posting a teaser for that.  It will have its own blog site and I'll share that address too.  Also, I may do a blog site to accommodate Sometimes, if there is any interest in that. 

So, drop in and say hello if you like, you are all welcome!  But beware of the bunny...

When Hope is gone....

The Bunny will play! I am Hope's back up and resident prankster. You just never know what will show up here with me at the console. :-) I promise to behave most of the time but still have some fun at the same time.

We are actually testing to make sure I can post too if I need to so that is what this is - a test of the emergency Hope Broadcast System. This is only a test. In the case of a real emergency you will be instructed to run for your lives! :-)

Thanks and I look forward to talking more with you very, very soon!


A Romp On The Beach

**Second one shot from the web site**

I followed the lass for a bit as she wandered aimlessly along the fine sand beaches of the Greek island. The island itself wasn’t important, aye, there are many and all have many beauties to admire on them.

She bent occasionally to examine something along the shore or to let the waves playfully tickle her feet. The waves were white and foamy looking, almost luminous in the light of the moon that was perched high in the indigo sky. It was nearly full still, a fine night for a sailor to be out and about.

This section of the beach was rather secluded; rock cliffs were behind us and wrapped craggy arms outward to the water, making a very round half-moon shape. All the better for my purposes I decided.

She stopped her meandering and sat down in the sand, just out of reach of the plundering waves of the Aegean. I watched as she picked up something and tried to get a better look at it, most likely a shell. After she turned it over several times she launched it out into the sea. The lass had quite an arm; the shell went sailing far out into the water.

It almost gave me a moment of pause – almost!

She seemed lost in thought as I glided up to her. “Well lassie, tis a fine night for a walk don’t you think? It’s very secluded here – private.”

At my words she rose quickly to her feet and let out a startled gasp before clapping her hand over her mouth. Her eyes were huge in the glow of the moon; shocked, but defiant as well.

Her eyes raked me from head to foot, taking in my tight leather breeches and boots and the white silk shirt that I had left open to my waist. For convenience of course. Her hazel eyes sparked with some unknown emotion, when she saw my face that was surrounded by my long curly hair and topped with my favorite tri-corn hat. I wanted that emotion to be desire, but sometimes it’s hard to tell. She could start fighting as easily as she could loving.

Close up she was even more delectable than she had been from a distance. Right now her breath was rising and falling rapidly, and her breasts pushed against her blouse with every single breath. The looked quite nice, more than ample enough to fill my hands and her nipples were puckered and tight, straining against the silk of her blouse.

She stood there rebelliously staring at me, her pink tongue darting quickly over her lush red lips. How I longed to capture it, stroke it with my own until she was begging me for more. And make no mistake, I absolutely intended to do just that.

“Anger makes you beautiful lass. Come closer that I can taste your sweet lips. Ye will like it, I promise!”

“How dare you accost me in this manner – you, you rogue! Take your lecherous attentions and find a maiden that is willing!”

Her small bare foot stamped determinedly in the sand, sending bits of it flying upwards over her bare feet and my highly polished boots.

“Now lassie, there’s no reason to go and kick sand upon a man’s boot ye know! My man had to work hard to polish them!”

Her eyes narrowed in the moonlight and darted around the beach, obviously looking for an escape route of for help. Neither was to be had. I took a step closer to her and she retreated two. We repeated this several times and I couldn’t help but laugh at her dismay. She was trapped and she knew it.

I reached for her, grabbing her around her waist and pulling her to me tightly. I heard her sharply indrawn breath when she felt my hardened cock pressing against her belly. T’was probably the size that frightened the lass I decided. It can be intimidating I realized!

“Aye lassie, that is all for you! It will bring you much pleasure. Here, touch it, it isn’t nearly so fearsome as you imagine.”

I reached out and placed her hand against the bulge in my breeches and she tried to pull it away while she tried to arch her body away as well, pushing against my steely chest.

“Nay lass, there isna anywhere for ye to run.”

I tilted her head back and claimed her soft lips with my own in a kiss that blazed with my passion. It took her breath away, whether the suddenness or the passion I wasn’t sure but she seemed to fall against me and I took advantage of that, pulling us both down to the beach.

Our mouths were locked together and my tongue gently probed along her lips, tenderly stroking and tickling her until I felt them soften and part. I heard her draw in a sharp breath and I could hear how shaky it was. Mine echoed hers and I felt both of our hearts pounding against the others chest and soon the beats were as one, as the kiss went on and on.

I heard her moan softly against my mouth and I knew that I was victorious! The Delicious Pirate Richland had conquered this comely lass. I ached for her and my cock was staining mightily against my breeches and I had to free it soon.

My mouth strayed down to her neck, which was soft and fragrant, scented from some unrecognized flower, probably in the bath. I couldn’t wait to touch her, taste her, every soft and wet spot on her body. Her breathing grew more erratic as I nipped lightly at her neck, teasing the pulse that beat so swiftly with my tongue. My own blood was pounding hotly, ringing in my ears and soon I wasn’t aware of anything but the surge of passion, the need and desire to have this woman!

I slowly started to unbutton her blouse, pulling each button free with a slight tug that made a silken pop with the release of each one. Finally it was done and I pulled it free from her body, taking in the beauty of her breasts; nipples tautly puckered, dusty pink roses awaiting the attention of my hands and lips. I kissed each delightful rosette, wetly running my tongue all over them. I took first one and then the other into my mouth, pulling tenderly and nipping them lightly with my teeth. With my tongue flickering rapidly over those lovely breasts I heard her cry out, with desire it seemed.

“Yes, oh yes. Please, don’t stop, don’t stop…”

“Never lass, never. We have much to discover this fine night.”

I slid my mouth back up to her mouth, capturing it in another tormenting kiss that drove us both crazy. This time her tongue met my own eagerly, darting in and out of my mouth in a frenzy of need. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and nipped it lightly and laughed at my quick cry of surprise.

“Feisty are ye lass? Well then, we are well matched!” I declared before quickly pulling her skirt off of her hips – hips I noticed that were arching and rotating with desire, grinding down into the sand of the beach.

My hand reached for the warm place between her legs and I found her already wet and swollen with her need. I spread the silken juices around her, tracing intriguing patterns over the swollen and aroused bud that guarded the entrance to that place that brings us such pleasure. My finger strayed into the opening and I felt her muscles immediately clasp my finger tightly and she let out a small whimper and bucked her hips upward, encouraging me to probe deeper into the juicy valley of desire.

I found her quickly with my mouth, tasting her sweet and musky juices and lapping at her, gently at first and then with firmer strokes as she begged me to lick harder, faster…

She found her release then, screaming out her pleasure for the waves and rocks to hear. She panted rapidly as her body contracted with the intensity of her orgasm and I watched her face in the moonlight and knew that this woman was my destiny.

Before I knew what was happening she was on her knees and was tearing at the buttons of my shirt. When she couldn’t get one undone quickly enough she ripped it off and drew the shirt down over my shoulders. Rapidly she worked the buttons on my breeches and I felt her urgency and helped her, before she ripped those as well. I tugged my boots off and she peeled my leather breeches down my legs, kissing and licking me as she went.

She captured my turgid cock with her hands, running them up and down over it until I thought I would go mad. That was before I felt her hot and wet mouth on me and I knew that indeed I would go mad; my penance for capturing this fair maiden on a moonlit night.

She sucked me gently, sliding her tongue over my heated length and then took me deeper into her mouth, tugging me as her tongue swirled around me. It nearly undid me. This was not in my plans; I was the one in control here so I pushed her away, albeit reluctantly.

“Nay lass, not so fast. I feel the need to feel your hot body around my cock.”

She lay down on the beach and beckoned me towards her. “Now, my mighty pirate. NOW!” she all but screamed and I couldn’t help but notice the smile that turned up the corners of her mouth in a wicked grin.

Quickly I was inside her, buried deeply into her wet and throbbing body. I felt her contract around me, squeezing tightly and I pushed my hips forward going as deeply as I could. She met my thrust with agitated movements of her own.

“Faster, deeper, NOW,” she taunted me. “Is this the best the mighty pirate can do?”

I had to live up to the challenge of course. I plundered her eager body over and over until we both shouted out our passion, bodies frantically moving against one another’s, finding just the right angle, speed. Moans escaped both of us, frenzied sighs that drove us faster until our bodies were drenched with sweat. We finally reached the passions peak together, both of us crying out together.

I rolled off of her and held her close to me as our breathing slowed. Sand was clinging wetly to our damp bodies I noticed and wondered if it was uncomfortable for her, in her, uh, nether regions which had been ground into the sand quite a bit.

“Next time Adam, bring a blanket,” Sarah said as she tried fruitlessly to brush the sand off of her backside. She was laughing and I joined her. Even covered with sand her bum was so delectable I bent over and kissed it.

She giggled and kissed me as well. “That was fun!” she declared, trying to brush sand off of her body in other places as well. “C’mon, let’s go take a dip and see if we can wash this sand off.” She crooked her finger at me and ran to the frothing waves of the Aegean.

I followed her, willingly I’ll admit. I wondered about doing it in the sea?

As the warm water rushed up over my body I felt myself start to tighten with desire again. I sighed.

She saw me in the moonlight, already beginning to harden. “Hmm, so pirate you think you can do it again, do you?” she laughed before running out of the water.

I followed. After all, what’s a poor pirate to do?

Copyright © 2010 by Cynthia Hope Hodge

Thursday, February 11, 2010

African Drums

**This is the first of the one shot stories I wrote about Adam and Sarah, first published on the web site.**

After being poked, prodded and punctured repeatedly in order to make sure we were healthy enough and had the proper immunizations that were necessary, we have finally been pronounced safe and sound of body and have been given the proper traveling papers and visas to make the trek to Burkina Fuso for Angelica and Dumonde’s wedding. Mind you, all the medical procedures have in no way rained on my parade or dampened my excitement for the trip; I find I can hardly sleep sometimes for all the eager anticipation I feel about it.

The other times I can’t sleep are because I can’t seem to keep my hands off of Adam! Almost losing him brought so many things into focus for me; the importance of just being together, sharing our lives. I am alive with him in a way I have never been before.

That sounds silly doesn’t it? How can someone be 46 years old and just be discovering these emotions for the first time? The way his giggle lights up my world or when his hand reaches out to me for any reason my heart races and my pelvic muscles tighten with desire? I am afraid I am, as Adam would say, hopefully head over heels in love.


We arrived in Burkina Fuso last night and it has been the most amazing trip, I must admit. We arrived in Casablanca, Morocco 7 days ago and from the moment we stepped off the plane I realized we weren’t in Kansas any more and had Toto been with us, she would most certainly have agreed! It was different in the very best of ways though I realized as I looked around me.

Remember how I described how it felt to walk out of the train station in Venezia, down onto the steps to the Grand Canal? This was much the same experience, walking out of the airport in Casablanca; the air around us felt different, the light and smells were all a part of a different world and we couldn’t wait to explore it.

Casablanca is a modern city, and yet in many places you could be stepping back into history you feel when you still see camels plodding slowly along the roads, carrying people or palettes of goods, presumably for trade. The palettes I mean, not the people! And then there is the smells that greet you, a seemingly different one around every corner. Sometimes it was the smell of the camels true, but sometimes it was a spicy smell, some earthy herb or spice that I couldn’t place and also couldn’t wait to taste. I found I was hungry a LOT in Casablanca, but whether that was Adam’s influence or just the excitement of being able to try new foods I wasn’t sure.

Our first night there we stayed in a wonderfully opulent suite that was a little bit east meets west and that made the whole experience even better, richer somehow. I would have been so upset to have stayed in a hotel that was totally westernized. Of course Adam, in his way of always knowing what is going on inside me knew that and so this hotel was the result of his desire to please me. And both he and the hotel did just exactly that!

The suite had western style furniture, but the coverings and accessories were strictly eastern, Moroccan actually, exotic and erotic both I thought the first time I sank down onto the huge cool and satiny pillows in the sitting room. Oh yes, there was a sofa there as well, but not all guests appreciate sofa’s I guess so the stereotypical pile of pillows adorned one area of the jewel-toned luxuriant Persian carpet. And the colors were all jewel tones, rich and decadent it felt. With brass tables and accessories scattered around the room, including a low table that sat before the couch. It gleamed from being polished and I constantly worried every time Adam sat a bottle of water on it, or a glass of wine!

The rooms exploded with color though, bright patches of ruby reds and emerald greens found every where from the carpet to the art work hanging on the walls. And the bathroom! My oh my, I am still blushing thinking about that bathroom! Or rather what happened in that bathroom. The tub was a pale pink marble, sunken of course (what else would you expect in Casablanca) with gold fixtures that featured dolphins and other unrecognizable sea creatures. Or at least I think they were sea creatures, but no matter, they were beautiful. There was a fountain in one corner or the room, with merrily bubbling water tripping from one level to the next. It was as delightful to the eyes as to the ears and very relaxing. Of course there was also a totally convenient shower stall in there, but really, would I use that when that bath was there? I think not.

The bed was a heavily carved wooden affair of some wood I didn’t readily recognize. But it was draped in mosquito netting, just like in the movies and had to be at least 6 feet across. Ruby satin covered it, with gold tassels on the pillows and it reminded me of something you would see in a picture of Arabian Nights. But these were our Arabian Nights, so I guess that was fitting!

We stayed in Casablanca for 3 days, acclimating a bit, a short pause in what would prove to be an exciting and admittedly taxing journey.

The next leg of the journey was by a bush plane, although I’m not exactly sure why it was called that. It appeared to be a Piper Cub and while not terribly new, seemed perfectly air-worthy and indeed got us all the way to Mopti, Mali by way of Algeria with no problems. Our pilot, Mujab Munefeto was very knowledgeable about the area we traveled over and was also rather humorous. We often found ourselves laughing at his jokes, or just the way he described life on the Dark Continent. Vast areas of sand swam below us many times, rolling and undulating across the desert on its way to some unknown destination. And it did definitely look like it was rolling in certain directions, from the winds I guess which Mujab told us were terrible at times. He also told us that the level of the sand and dunes can change by 50 feet or more after a storm. Is it any wonder that they still find abandoned villages and such after storms?

Sometimes the sand was punctuated occasionally by a desert oasis, seen far below us as bright patches of green, from palm trees or other vegetation that sprung up around it. But there didn’t always seem to be water, that you could see anyway and Mujab said that much of the water was underground now, they didn’t really know why. Droughts, climate changes, God? Who knows he said with a shrug, a careless gesture from a man who knew that it was out of his hands.

That seemed to be a prevalent attitude by many people in Africa. Centuries of being beaten down by a continent that granted little mercy to its people, they mostly just seemed to accept it and continue on with their lives. Most westerners are driven to control, their lives, their surroundings. I think it would not be easy for most of us to live here for long, although people like Adam’s family do so successfully, as do many others. To do it requires the sacrifice of letting the control go and just being.

When we arrived in Mopti, we stayed the night in a hotel, to rest for the journey by car which would take us to Dedougou in Burkina Fuso, where we will catch a boat on the Black Volta River. That journey will end in Botougou which is the village where Dumonde’s home is.

The hotel in Mopti was perfectly acceptable, if not quite up to very many conveniences. Adam constantly warned me to drink only bottled beverages and that the caps not already be broken. I understood the philosophy behind that after living in Italy. It didn’t mean that the local water was bad to drink, only that it had bacteria in it that our bodies weren’t used to and if we didn’t want to spend an extra day camped out in the local bathroom I knew that we had to make sure to be cautious. He also wouldn’t let me drink anything poured over ice, which was of course made from the local water. But oh, how I wanted ice! It was hot and steamy and it was going to get even worse when we catch the boat for the last leg of the trip.

If you are wondering, there are certainly more convenient and quicker ways to get to Burkina Fuso. Dedougou does have an airport and we could have flown in on the bush plane to that city. However, Adam knew that I would appreciate getting to see as much of Africa as possible and I was very happy that he had went to so much trouble arranging all of this. At least I hoped so anyway; tomorrow night would be spent camped along the river and already I was dreading the heat, not to mention that the mosquitos are supposedly horrendous. But what an adventure for us and how the boys will enjoy hearing about it; I include Derek and Ryan in that description as well as Tristan and Geoff!

We slept in relative comfort, the bed having voluminous layers of mosquito net draped around it. And there were large ceiling fans and actually by morning, I found that I was snuggled up closely to Adam because I was actually cold. I tried to savor those goose bumps because I feared they would be the last I would have for a while! In fact I was surprised that it got so chilly here at night so close to the equator.

We were in a completely different Africa now I realized. Not only were the people different but so were architecture, transportation and food. The opulence of Morocco was over with. It is a port city and has anything a westerner could want. This was not the case in this area of Africa. This was the interior and if it wasn’t raised here, it had to be brought in and that I was quickly discovering was quite a process. There were much fewer amenities and what there were we appreciated greatly.

The car trip to Dedougou took about 5 hours. Had there been real roads it might have gone much quicker, but mostly they seemed to be just mud tracks. I made a dry comment to Adam telling him that I appreciated getting to see the jungle up close and personal like this, but that really, a real road would have been a bit more bearable on our butts! He only smiled and said this was the real road, a veritable highway by local standards. Our driver nodded vigorously at that comment, letting me know that it was indeed true. There were two small villages we passed through and both were evidently used to seeing tourists come through; they provided us with cold bottles of water without a word and pointed to the bathrooms. One of the village’s toilet even flushed! Did I say that these villages were small? Make that wide spots in the road, but at least it was nice to know that it is possible to at least tame small patches of the jungle, although I’m sure it must not be easy to keep it that way.

There were still a number of hours left until sunset so we boarded the boats that would take us upriver to Botougou. We would arrive there late in the morning tomorrow and as I said, we would spend the night camped in the jungle.

We were going by large canoes, three of them which surprised me. I would have thought a motorized boat would have been quicker but our guide Mboutu told us that parts of the river are small and shallow and bigger boats can’t get though, so canoes it was. They loaded quite a few supplies onto the canoes and several men with large rifles rode in each canoe. Just a precaution our guide told us, there were occasional wild creatures that get too close or curious. My mind took that to read ‘hungry’, but I tried not to focus on that!

The trip up the river was amazing. The vegetation richly varied in many shades of verdant green, sometimes hanging so low over the water that we had to duck. I had to suppress a shiver each time we had to do that; somewhere I had in the back of my mind things like snakes dropping out of trees onto unaware travelers. You can bet this Kansas girl was very aware. I searched every movement of leaves and branches as our canoes traveled under or near the trees. I think our guide noticed, but wisely did not say a word. He probably recognized a woman on the edge when he saw one!

All in all, while awed by the beauty of the boat trip, I was extremely edgy and unsettled. I wasn’t proving to be the carefree traveler I normally am and that was bothering me a great deal.

“Sarah love,” Adam said to me, “It’s to be expected that you would be a little more concerned out here.” He was holding my hand while they were setting up the tents and I watched. The men with the guns kept careful watch at the jungle around us and that was more alarming than anything else.

Adam pulled me into his arms and nuzzled my neck for a moment, trying to distract my worrisome thoughts. “It will be okay bella, I promise you!”

I took a couple of deep breaths in order to try to shed a bit of the stress and I think it helped. Of course, having Adam’s warm and sinuous body against mine didn’t hurt at all. I pulled him down for a quick kiss and smiled at him. “I know we are perfectly safe, it’s just all so – um, I don’t know, unexpected. I’m not sure what I really thought it was going to be like.”

He giggled against my ear, and then kissed it lightly. It sent shivers of an altogether sort up and down my spine and I felt my belly contract in response. “Maybe it’s not going to be so bad after all, hmm?” he whispered into my ear.

“Yes, maybe!” I responded with a droll laugh.

I watched as they finished setting up the camp and then my attention was taken away from that when I noticed animals on the other side of the river, coming down to drink in the shade of the evening. Nothing came close to us and our guide assured me they wouldn’t.

“No madam, they do not like our smell,” Mboutu told me, a twinkle in his eye. “They will stay far away from us!” he told me with a deep laugh. It seemed funny to me that the animals didn’t like our scent and it made me laugh too; how often I had thought the same of them at the zoo?

Soon a huge bonfire was roaring, which was good because again it was getting cool and that was a relief since it was very humid. The air just seemed to drip with moisture, making your skin slick to the touch.

A couple of the men with guns had gone from the camp while the others were setting it up and soon we heard a few gunshots. This was followed by grins and renewed effort by the men setting up the camp.

“Dinner!” Mboutu told us with a grin. “Very tasty, yes it will be very tasty indeed!”

“Uh, what will it be?” I asked him.

“Oh, possibly a tiger or maybe a crocodile, who knows for sure!” he said, and then laughed at the look of revulsion on my face. “I am sorry madam, no, it will not be such an animal. Some small game I suspect; a few rabbits or maybe a small elk possibly. No crocodile today!” he said with a laugh.

Mboutu had a wicked sense of humor and normally I liked being teased; I was just not my self it seemed.

The hunters did indeed come back with game. I couldn’t see for sure what it was, certainly bigger than rabbits and I quickly decided it was probably better not to ask. And soon they had it cooking and the smells were wonderful! I watched the meat being turned over a spit and my stomach rumbled loudly while my mouth watered disgracefully. Adam was standing next to me and heard my stomach.

“Well, what was that? Are you hungry bella?” he teased, pulling me tighter against him.

I only nodded at him as I stared in fascination at dinner. One of the men was preparing some sort of vegetable to be cooked. He chopped them and wrapped them in huge leaves and then put them in a hole with very hot rocks and then finally covered it over with wet reed-like material; it would help to steam them I suspected.

When I nodded, he whispered in my ear, “I am starving too!” And there was no doubt in my mind that he wasn’t talking about dinner!

It had taken him a while to heal from his injuries and really, only this past 3 weeks had our sex life really returned to normal. Still, the hiatus from physical intimacy had only heightened our desires and it had one other advantage for us; it helped us focus on the ‘getting to know you’ phase again and I was finding that getting to know him further was even better than before.

He amazed me in so many ways, constantly in fact. His caring and devoted spirit was always apparent, intrinsically woven into who he was. You saw it when he dealt with Krista and Ryan, the boys and my kids and family. It’s not that he is one of those persons who have to ‘please’ people, he just cares. And if he can help with something, he will; it’s that simple. I’ve never known anyone with such a big heart and so willing to open wide and love. He has totally given his heart to Krista and I watch him struggle when dealing with her sometimes. There are things he could do to help her and yet she and Ryan want to do it all on their own, so he lets them. But it’s not his choice to do that. What an incredible man that I love and adore, don’t you think?

Our guide and his helpers sat up chairs around the fire where we could sit and eat and I was thankful for that; I mean that I wouldn’t have to sit on the ground! Yes, I know I’m a wimp, but I wanted a chair! While dinner was cooking they rigged up a small and private area for me to take a very quick and frugal shower; the water part being frugal I mean. But it was going to feel wonderful and I was enormously eager for them to finish rigging it. I knew that 10 minutes after I had bathed the sweat off I would be covered again, but hopefully it would not be as smelly; at least not immediately!

I was allowed to get wet, then turn the water off and lather up and then rinse. Very quick, but those few minutes felt wonderful and I emerged in clean clothes and feeling so much better. It seemed I had washed away some of my edginess as well and found that my smile was coming much easier now and I actually laughed several times as I watched the native men ‘bathing’ in the river, with their clothes on of course. Before my shower I would have watched them with wide, fearful eyes but it all seemed less worrisome now. Adam emerged from the shower five minutes after me and he looked and smelled wonderful too.

Maybe too appealing actually. I glanced over at our tent. Inside was a large air mattress and the tent was perfectly private, the material I mean. But still, out here in the middle of this camp was no place to be getting amorous, but my body was starting to question my brains logic. As usual…

Dinner was wonderful; I still didn’t question what kind of meat it was, but whatever it was, it was delicious as were the vegetables. There were fresh bananas for dessert that they sort of fried with some sort of hard and lumpy brown sugar that they pounded fine before sprinkling it over the cooking bananas. It was wonderful and I sat back in the chair, a huge smile on my face, roly-poly round and very happy.

Several of the men had brought drums with them and we sat back to listen. They were different than the drums we normally think of, covered in animal hide and painted with native art. The varying sizes of the drums provided a wide variety of sound; some deep and others higher toned, but all very harmonic and interesting. Mboutu told us that each man makes his own drum and the pictures on them are depictions of his own life. It all seemed very primitive and yet, we were in a very primitive place. Men still guarded our perimeter and they took turns at it, waiting their turn to eat and later, to drum and dance.


The drums were enthralling, captivating. Their rhythm flowed through me and I found myself moving with the beat, the tempo’s varying from slow to fast, usually building to a throbbing crescendo and then suddenly changing totally, without a word being said by the drummers.


The rhythm changed, becoming sharper and quicker and a couple of the men got up and danced, their bare feet pounding the dirt and vegetation unceasingly in the beat and as the tempo changed, they kept up until at times it was all just a blur.

The drums beat on and a slower pace started; it was mesmerizing and I found myself moving to it. One of the dancers came to me and pulled me to my feet and I tried to shy away. I couldn’t dance like these men, I hadn’t the grace and suppleness they had, but he wouldn’t let go and soon I was lost in the beat, feeling each note soar through me and soon my feet and body were moving and swaying on their own, caught in the compelling pounding of the drums. I felt intoxicated, gripped by some unknown force and found myself kicking off my shoes that I might feel the earth beneath my feet and let its power flow freely though my spirit.

I danced until I couldn’t dance any more and finally Adam led me away from the fire, where they dancers and the drummers kept up their almost hypnotic actions. Adam quickly zipped us up safely into our haven for the night and immediately pressed against me, his erection pushing imploringly against my belly that was quivering with my own need.

“Ah bella, you were magnificent. Beautiful,” he said, kissing me feverishly, nipping at my neck, his breath warm against the moistness of my skin.

I pulled his head to mine, molding my lips to his, my mouth playing erotically with his, tugging and teasing his lips and tongue. I felt his tongue thrust deeply into my mouth and my knees threatened to buckle beneath me and he felt that and quickly removed my clothes as well as his own. He laid me down on the mattress, never pulling his mouth from mine, our tongues dancing their own rhythm against each others.

“Sweet, so sweet,” Adam murmured against my mouth and I felt his hands traveling down my body, cupping my breasts and massaging them with hands that were trembling with desire. His mouth slid down my neck and nibbled at the cords that stood out as I stretched so that I might feel more of his lips. I didn’t think about how sweaty I was from the dance because I knew that soon we would both be covered anew with sweat from our lovemaking.

I reached my hand down his body, past his firm belly and stopped to tease it, my fingers playing with the softly curling hairs on it before taking his heated length into my eager fingers. My hand glided over him, touching the velvety softness of his head with an eager drop of moisture escaping it. I gently spread it over him, feeling him shudder as I did so. He felt huge in my hand, solid and ready for me I thought as I felt him jerk excitedly in my hand. I tenderly stroked him, loving how he felt beneath my fingers.

His mouth clamped around my nipple, making it flush as he teased it, making it grow taut with desire as he caressed it with the firm tip of his tongue. He swirled over and over that sensitive bud of flesh, drawing it out until it was pebble-hard and aching in his mouth. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand it any longer he switched to my other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention and I was already so close to orgasm, my muscles contracting deep in my belly and I knew that I wasn’t going to last long before that first orgasm washed over me.

He moved rapidly from nipple to nipple, teasing with his teeth and I was moaning wildly by then, my hips undulating with their own rhythm, remarkably similar to the rhythm of the drums had I only realized it. My fingers were still grasping at Adam’s now wildly trembling length, tugging softly as I felt him respond beneath my fingers.

His mouth moved back up to mine then, claiming it for his own. The kiss was deep and shattering and I felt not only my body opening up to him but my soul as well. I gave him every thing I had to give, not only my love and my body but the very core of me, and I demanded the same of him, which he readily gave. His lips traced softly over my passion-swollen lips and I cried out again, trying to urge him to enter me, but he only smiled and kissed his way down my body.

I felt his tongue swirl around my hips and that made my muscles convulse tightly and I closed my eyes tightly, barely holding onto my control.

“Adam, please, I need you in me. Now!” I practically screamed, my voice high and tight as I forced the words through my throat that was tightened with desire. I was aching everywhere; I needed him with a depth of passion that demanded satisfaction.

He paused only briefly and I saw his head move for a moment, but I could not tell if he looked up at me or not as it was so dark in the tent. The drums continued their beguiling rhythm outside our tent and I was glad for that; it gave us privacy for this sacred and loving act.

And then his mouth was on me, spreading the soft and tender folds of me that were drenched with the honeyed juices of my passion. His tongue slid greedily along the inner lips and clung to them and then I was coming, hard and he was lapping gently at me, more and more softly as I convulsed through the peak of my orgasm.

I was frantic then and tugged him roughly up to me, pulling his lips down to mine in a deeply hypnotic kiss that finally made him loose control. He plunged into my hot and wet depths, settling in deeply and as he paused for a moment, I felt him shudder and I knew that his passion was only barely controlled and so together we worked to release it.

He moved in and out of me deeply, exploring those dark chasms within me that I bid him entrance to. We were by then mindless, our bodies moving together seeking that single objective, of sharing our love and passions. He repeatedly plumbed my wet recesses and I moved against him, eagerly raising my hips to meet each thrust, only to pull away again. My body as well was shuddering with need again and I was on the brink, waiting breathlessly for him because all it would take was his release to start my own.

On and on we went, keeping beat with the frantic tempo of those drums, wild drums of the jungle, primitive and spell-binding. I nipped lightly at his shoulder, tasting the saltiness of his own sweat on my tongue. His lips found mine again and then we were both climbing passions path together, our cries lost in one another mouths and we ground our bodies together in response.

He rolled over and pulled me with him and we both caught our breath, enjoying the rapid beats of our heats and the headiness that follows our lovemaking. The drums were slowing some, almost weaving their way into our bodies and minds, bidding us good sleep. I lay my head against Adam’s damp chest and sighed; I felt totally happy and relaxed. He hugged me to him tightly and bent to kiss me.

“I love you Sarah. Thank you for coming on this journey with me.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world Adam,” I told him, a mere whisper against his chest.

“I mean the whole journey Sarah, not just Africa.”

I nodded and said, “Yes my love, I know.” I felt the ring on my finger and absently played with it as I often did. “I love you too.”

The drums slowed to a very soft beat and then stopped. The cool night air started to creep into the tent, cooling sweaty bodies that were cuddled together, savoring the simple joy in their shared love. The darkness crept around us and we slept.

Copyright © 2010 by Cynthia Hope Hodge

Monday, February 01, 2010

Cast of Characters

Hi Everyone!

I like picturing characters in stories as I read them and so I have created this little 'visual aid' for you all!



Cassie and Georgio




Geoff and Tristan



Little Elk

Sarah's Mom

Sarah's Dad

 Adam's parents