This has been on my page privately for some time. As the year closes, I wanted to leave this here and say that 2025 will definitely include more writing. Something of a junior varsity happy place being able to lose yourself and create a world, no matter how good or bad the writing is. It’s not about the specifics of how good of a writer someone is, it’s the journey of using your brain to create something 100% original. I hope I never lose sight of how beautiful it is to see people create and imagine. I hope you all had a great 2024 overall. Let’s face 2025 together and be sure we control what we can control to ensure good chances that 2025 is a good one. Much love 💜🖤💜

Fair warning it gets weirder/more explicit as it goes. Chapter 4 is almost finished, just takes time sometimes.

The First and Final Fit

"Right this way please," the maitre'd said as he ushered the two of them into the dining room.

The two story ceiling loomed overhead as a wide, bright chandelier sparkled in the center of the room. As they followed along to their table Ulf admired Frida's form, her black dress clung tightly around her midsection then opened to reveal her pale skin between her shoulder blades. Her hair was up in a clip that matched her earrings and accent color on her dress. Her ability to tie in the various parts of her outfit with the others, always impressed him and brought a smile to his face.

The maitre'd pulled a chair out and motioned to Frida with a slight bow, "Ma'am."

"Thank you," she replied as she sat down gently. She looked over to find Ulf grinning at her from across the table. "What's got you grinning?"

"As soon as we walked in, it reminded me of the last time we went out for a fancy dinner. We left that night having formed a hypothesis that if there's a large chandelier in the dining room, the maitre'd is almost guaranteed to take my job and pull the seat out for you. So far now we're 2/2 on that...looking forward to testing that theory for as long as the gods allow us," Ulf replied, smiling gently and looking directly at her the entire time.

Her grin grew and she looked down at the table as their waiter appeared with menus and a bottle of wine.

"The Chardonnay you requested, sir," the waiter said with a slight bow.

"Thank you sir! We'll take care of the bottle service as we look over the menus," Ulf replied as he leaned forward to pour Frida a glass of wine. As their waiter walked off, Ulf continued, "I see you looking at me wondering what the deal is with the surprise wine bottle delivery. Do you remember when we first met last spring on that winery tour and by the end of it we left as sort of a couple?" As he finished the sentence, Ulf set the bottle down to show her the label.

"From the winery on the shore?? You sly dog, you!"

"Fairly certain we agreed it was probably the best wine we've ever had, so I figured we oughta take another run at that theory now that we're so cultured in the ways of wine together," he ended on a chuckle. "There's at least a decent chance it tasted so good because it was our last stop on the tour and we were both a bit bubbly by then."

"I will say that even while sober as most judges, my first sip was incredible and I think I've reached the same conclusion," she said. Her quiet voice filling his head with the magical power of an angel. A room with so much background noise, other couples talking about this, that, and the other thing, kitchen sounds in the distance, etc....for Ulf, that all went completely silent when she spoke, and the volume of her voice was almost never loud. It was the closest thing he'd ever felt to someone's voice being the equivalent of cutting edge noise cancelling headphones directly into his ears. To him, she represented every bit of her namesake..."Peace".

He paused, smiling and staring at her in reflection for many seconds before speaking. "We best take a look at these menus and get our order in, Chipmunk. Got some business to discuss and there's no need to have the waiter stop in in the middle of it. Something we've discussed a tad in the past, but I'd like to continue the discussion in a real way tonight. Now let's look at all this food I can't pronounce and continue post meal selection."

"What all are you playing at here?" she asked, almost sounding annoyed.

"Not a marriage proposal! Sorry if I scared you with the lead up there....I know we're both squarely committed to not getting married. It does involved a commitment nonetheless. A serious one. On both our parts. But that's all I can say for now," he grinned in a smiling, happy way. "Now....let's see if the waiter keeps a straight face when I order the Bouillabaisse."

…

"We should consider nominating the waiter for an Emmy, keeping a straight face through whatever words just came out of your mouth," Frida laughed as the waiter walked off with their menus. "Now! The waiter is gone, and I think it's your time to divulge."

"First of all, I think you're absolutely right about the Emmy nomination. Second, I've got some big news and a proposal of sorts. This past year has had a lot of challenging times, but overall it's probably been the best year of my life so far. Almost entirely because of your presence. You have a way of bringing out all of the best things from me, so nonchalantly. We've obviously talked and texted an awful lot but we've only seen each other about once every other month with my trips in to corporate. This trip was possibly going to be my last report on the project back home, but they dropped a surprise proposition on me. They were happy enough with our results that they saw fit to promote me."

Ulf paused as the waiter returned with a fresh bottle of wine, different than the first. Ulf spun the bottle to show her the label. "From the winery on the edge of the forest. We're touring all over again," Ulf smiled as he poured Frida another glass, her face mirroring his smile.

"So....the promotion. I would be learning to fill my boss's role basically. Over the course of a year, I would fly in every Friday for in person reports and meetings. At the end of that year, I would likely be living here full time. They've offered the freedom to pick my own housing, so I can be outside of the big city. Tucked away in the woods a bit I'd hope."

"Congratulations, babe! That all sounds like great news, right? Is there a but?" she asked.

"Not necessarily. I wanted to talk to you about all of this because I didn't know if the thought of seeing me more frequently like that might feel like a weird or bad thing for you, somehow ruin what's come to be our existence together over the last year. I don’t care enough about making more money to ruin this….thing?….between us, so I wanted to hear your thoughts first.”

“I don’t know what to call us either!! Thing seems mostly appropriate but we should really sort out something more official on the terminology. Consider that on your to do list,” she said with a smile. “The thought of seeing you more often is a rather welcome one I have to say. What the heck might we get up to on a weekendly basis I wonder.”

“Something about the way you grin makes my parts vibrate. I’m beyond pleased to hear that it’s a welcome thought. In the matter of my to do list,” Ulf placed a small box, wrapped in gold wrapping paper on the table. “Give me a second to explain before you open that, please. There’s a chance this could be incredibly cheesy or weird, and some background might help lessen the chance it lands weird. I’ve had this thing since I was at university. I’ve not shown this or proposed anything similar to another woman before. I say that as a gesture to further explain how significant you and our relationship are to me.”

“If there’s not a ring in that box then just what the heck are you getting at??” she asked, not annoyed but sounding slightly impatient.

“Go ahead and open it and we’ll see if I’ll be eating my food or wearing it,” Ulf said with a light chuckle, their eyes locked and both grinning now. Frida leaned forward and started peeling back the wrapping paper. “When I was younger, I may have seen a movie that dealt with the concept of doms, subs, collars, tasks, sexual adventures, etc. Well….I wound up in a sex shop one time at university and saw this. Just seeing it made me think of the whole concept and it made both my brain and dick tingle. So I bought it,” he shrugged. “And it basically sat in a box in my closet for 15 years or so doing nothing and has never been worn.”

She gasped slightly and her face went flush as she pulled a small black leather collar out of the box. She said nothing for several seconds and looked at the collar, avoiding Ulf’s gaze.

“Any thoughts, Chipmunk? Good or bad?”

“I…..have to go to the bathroom,” Frida said as she rushed away from the table, collar in hand.

“Welp….glad our food hasn’t arrived yet because I’d definitely be wearing it,” Ulf said to himself quietly. Another moment passed and he looked across the restaurant to see her walking back to the table. Immediately, the blood rushed from all over his body and into the loins, causing his pants to stretch and move around under the tablecloth. She sat down next to him with that grin that could level an entire battlefield, black collar wrapped gently around her perfect neck, metal heart directly in the center, and opened her mouth to reveal her nonchalantly angelic sound, “seems to be the perfect fit.”

"I suppose the perfect fit will have to do then," he replied, clearly smiling.

Just then, the waiter showed up with their dinner.

"Everything looks and smells so good, I'm drooling," Ulf said. "Shall we continue the finer points of this discussion?"

She nodded with genuine interest as she twirled her fork amongst the noodles of her Pissaladiere Pasta.

"Although we've had this...."thing"....over the last year, we've also discussed that it wasn't meant as an officially exclusive relationship. We've always been great together, and afforded some grace in those areas of the complexities of long distance relationships that don't quite have an official title. What I'm proposing is that we enter this year as a clean slate. Officially exclusive. Our bodies saved for no one else but each other. Spend our weeks filling weekend plans, and spending the weekends with me filling you and whatever else you might like to get up to. "

She continued eating but he noticed her grin.

"We've both had a life fairly full of experiences, sexual and otherwise. I only want to look forward. Together. Things we've already done together, I want to do again and again. Things we've not done together, I want to experience with you. There are things I have NEVER done and want to, and want to experience them with you for the first time. There are things that I probably don't even know about yet and want to experience with you as the adventure unfolds," he took a sip of wine and plunged his fork into his untouched dinner. "How do you feel about this?"

"Honestly....a little overwhelming because of the unexpected nature of this welcome surprise. Overwhelming isn't bad, it's just a lot to take in all at once. All of a sudden it feels a bit different between us, in a very good but slightly unknown way," her peaceful tone cutting through the air with absolute ease.

"I have a similar feeling of the unknown, as I have never officially entered into a dynamic like this. I do know for certain that it feels good and it puts my brain into good overdrive with ideas and thoughts of the naughtiness we'll get up to as the days unfold."

She took another sip of wine and that ever so familiar curl began to form at the corner of her mouth.

"I guess I might be wondering what our first order of business will be after dinner," she said even more quietly, as she opened her mouth extra wide and slowly filled her mouth with pasta....finishing him off with a wink that made his cock slither around in his pants.

"First order of business you say? I've an endless number of things I want to do with you and to you, how to possibly choose the FIRST task," he couldn't help but grin as she filled his head with the perfect mix of peace and savagery that made his entire body's motor work so effortlessly. "I will say, you absolutely leveled me with that move coming out of the bathroom wearing that collar."

"I didn't know exactly how to respond and honestly needed a second to think about what to even say, figured maybe that would say it better than words. I'm glad you enjoyed it.....Daddy," she said as a devilish grin came across her angelic face. She clearly saw with his reaction that calling him Daddy for the first time produced just the result she hoped for.

"We'll take it one week, one day at a time...together. But Gods willing, this upcoming year will be even better than the last. I can’t wait to start the next chapter of this adventure," Ulf's gaze remained locked on her as he finished his last glass of wine. "I admit I did a bit of recent reading on the subject of collars, subs and doms, light BDSM and such because I'm so new to this area. I didn't want to sound like too much of a bumbling fool as I thought to ask you about this."

"Don't worry, you often sound like a bumbling fool but it's part of what I enjoy about you," she joked and shot him a flirty look from across the table.

"Me sound like a fool?? I can hardly imagine," as he shot his own flirty look back and they both broke into laughter. "Now that we've determined you'll at LEAST need a spanking later," he grinned again, jokingly, "in my reading.....I was rather intrigued by the concept of a collar ceremony and I'm wondering how you feel about it? I do of course have some thoughts on what that might look like, but it can be anything you want it to be. I'm telling you right now, I can feel my cock growing and moving around in my pants just from talking and thinking about you and that situation."

"Fair to say I'm intrigued by the concept as well. Suddenly an awful lot of heat coming from in between my legs," she grinned, but in that slightly different way that was something about 51% playful and 49% come fuck me right now.

"Perhaps we can discuss the finer points of what I had in mind for said ceremony, on the cab ride home," Ulf's gaze had also changed from something playful to something a bit more primal. Just then the waiter showed up to clear their plates.

"Room for dessert tonight?" he asked.

"No thank you, we'll take the check please, " Ulf turned to focus directly on Frida, "I'm going to eat my dessert at home later tonight."

…

The cool air blew through Frida's hair as they waited for the cab. She reached up to brush the hair out of her face and caught Ulf staring at her, per usual. "What might you be looking at?" she grinned.

Ulf turned to the sprawling colors of the setting sun in the distance. "Ohhhhh, basically the most beautiful thing I've ever seen....plus this sunset here," he barely smirked, stuck on her beauty. Never just physical beauty, but this aura of gentle power that always glowed from within her. "A neat bonus with the sunset in progress....bound to have my eyes on a full moon in not too long," Ulf's hand slid down her back, his hand just about covering her ass cheek. He stepped in closer and whispered in her ear as his fingers dug in further, "what if we do most of the warmup on the cab ride back, so when we walk in it's off with that dress and in with my cock."

"Well THAT'S a bit forward....sounds like a great plan," the look of a temptress flickered across her face and she could feel his tip pushing right into her thigh. "We're already getting started, best as I can tell."

As the cab was pulling to a stop in front of them, Ulf leaned in and kissed her. One hand with fingers firmly dug into her ass cheek and the other gently holding her neck, his thumb following along her jawline as he nibbled on her bottom lip.

A loud honk brought a sudden stop to a moment of acceleration. The cabbie leaned out of his window, "Sorry! Was callin' out to ask if you're my fare and accidentally bumped the horn, didn't mean to scare you. Mr. Evensen?" seeing Ulf nod, he immediately continued, "Seriously didn't mean to bring a halt to that intense round of tonsil hockey....you guys can do whatever you want in the cab just hurry up and get in, eh. It's fuckin' cold out there!"

Ulf opened the door and Frida made her way in, his hand on her tush the whole while. On their rides home after dinners out, they worked into a sort of routine. Frida sat in the cabbies blind spot as best she could, so she had the freedom to allow her face to do whatever it felt like as Ulf's hands and fingers remained busy down below. As soon as she sat, whether naturally or on purpose, the split in her dress caused her perfect, pale thigh to pierce through the darkness.

"Brrrr!" she shivered.

He put his hand on her thigh and it felt ice cold, more or less like Nirvana to his body that always ran hot.

"Gods that feels good," Ulf trailed off as his fingers traced along her bare thigh, quick to pull her thigh over and open her legs further.

"I feel the same, Daddy. Your hand feels like a furnace in the best way," trailing off herself.

As his hand got to the source of humid heat, his fingertip was immediately covered in honey and he let out a primal groan. He turned to look at her relaxed faced as he tasted her directly from his own fingers, then put his hand back down to continue the gentle savagery for the rest of the ride home.

His wet fingertips rubbed gentle circles around the center of her thighs, getting wetter with every passing second. He reached down slightly farther, eager to feel her wet warmth cover his entire middle finger. With his ring and pointer fingers, he spread her open so his middle finger could slide right in. He watched her face as he sunk in further, and she let out a quiet but audible moan as every bit of his finger was enveloped by her. Just then, Ulf saw the cabbie turn his head just barely as if he was reacting to what he heard come out of Frida.

"Say, good sir. Might you turn up the radio, this is my favorite song," Ulf suggested politely.

"Ya know, sir, I was thinking the same thing. A favorite song of mine as well," the cabbie nodded politely as he turned the radio up louder, which was playing an advert with no music.

Ulf turned back to Frida, who was looking at him and grinned as she rolled her eyes over Ulf's silliness with the cabbie. Ulf scooted over closer and reached up to hold her neck with the hand that'd been between her legs, moving in to kiss her like a barely tamed animal. A ravenous beast that was only tamed by her touch, effortlessly. Every time they kissed for more than a few seconds, his primal interior would come right to the forefront like a working dog's body getting bigger when they're in drive.

"Your fingers smell like me, and now my neck is going to smell like me too," Frida said, half grinning half serious.

"Good. I want all of me to smell like you, and I want all of you to smell like you. I want to smell you everywhere I go," he replied seriously before going right back in to nibble on her bottom lip, his other hand now finding the perfection at the center of her perfect thighs. "Ride's almost over. I hope your juice is running down your legs on our way in when we get there. I want to run my tongue up the inside of your thigh and get a mouth full before my mouth is even on you."

Frida's head rolled back as Ulf's teeth sank gently into her neck, the tamed beast continuing to feast on his favorite meal. He found himself lost to the world around him, the ways she drew him in and overloaded every one of his senses so perfectly. Peace filled the inside of his body as primal urges for her poured out of him. Just then, the cab came to an abrupt stop. Ulf and Frida both sat upright, forgetting where they were.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to slam on the brakes like that. I got absolutely LOST in the music.....just about missed your stop," the cabbie said, trying to keep a straight face as adverts continued on the radio.

Chapter 2

They walked up the stairs to her apartment, black dress clung tightly around her ass as Ulf's gaze remained locked on her from behind. The unmistakable smell of her sweet honey followed just behind her and filled him brimming energy. "I hear you damn near growling back there, curious to see what you have in store for me," Frida replied with an obvious grin, even though Ulf couldn't see her face. Her voice was always angelic, but the way it sounded when she was smiling, grinning, or laughing was like an absolute drug to Ulf. So many parts of her were like a drug to him and when he had her to himself, he felt no need for drugs or vices of any other sort.

"Fuck do you fill me up in so many ways.....metaphorically speaking. I cannot wait to do the same to you tonight.....literally speaking," Ulf's tone remained serious. Stuck in that demeanor of a working dog in drive, body moving in a more serious and deliberate manner. More control and purpose in his movements, with less of the silliness that fills their lighter moments. With certainty, each time they reached this point in the night or day and her smell, sight, taste, sound, and touch have filled his senses....he was a different animal entirely. One that no one but anyone with eyes inside their bedroom had ever quite seen before. An overwhelming energy, effortlessly tamed by her.

As they got to her door on the top floor, Ulf grabbed her hand and pulled her into him. They pushed into the wall as their lips locked and his hands found their usual spots on her neck. As the heat continue to increase between them, a door opened further down the hall. Frida's older neighbor Harald stepped into the hall and immediately chuckled when he saw the two of them. "Ulf! You dirty dog you, should've known you were back in town when I heard heavy breathing in the hallway," Harald continued to chuckle as he walked over to them.

"On your way out, got a night on the town planned my old friend?" Ulf replied kindly. He'd gotten to know Harald over the course of his visits to Frida and the three of them got along quite well.

"Noooo, no. Night in for me, just on my way to pickup some ice cream so I'm all sorted for desert tonight. These things are important you know! What might you guys be up to later tonight?" the shape of Harald's smile showed he pretty much already knew the answer.

"Ohhhh....I have a feeling you could take a guess! I know you'll have your ear pressed against the wall, listening in thru those thin walls the entire time you old perv," Ulf chuckled with the obvious vibe of shit giving between good friends.

"I have NO idea what you're talking about," Harald insisted, while barely keeping a straight face.

"Just be sure you have a good time over there. With your......ice cream. We're going in now but we've got hours of fun ahead of us tonight. There could be a finish or two before you get back from the store, but we won't be finished for a good long while," Ulf winked as he smacked Frida on the ass and they went inside, leaving Harald with friendly wave.

She walked down the center of the hallway, her figure symmetrically silhouetted against the firelight coming from the living room. As she stopped to take off her shoes, Ulf pressed up against her from behind and found the dress straps on her shoulders. "I want to see you walk into the living room wearing nothing but those earrings and that collar. Out of the darkness and into the firelight where I leave you a satisfied puddle in endless ways as the adventures of the next year unfold."

She leaned her head back onto his shoulder while he slid the straps down her arms and sank his teeth into her neck. "I've things I want to show you too, Daddy. I'm yours. Show me what it's like to be used by the gentle wolf," she gasped while finishing the sentence as his teeth found a particularly sensitive spot.

Her dress hit the floor and he smacked her on the ass before digging his fingers into her cheeks. "Lets see every bit of your devilish perfection as you walk down the hall," Ulf growled as he spanked her on the other ass cheek.

Frida turned and began walking down the hallway, Ulf not far behind. As she entered the living room, Ulf asked her to lay down on the rug in front of the fire. "However you're most comfortable, that's how I want you to lay. I'm going to be down there with my mouth and fingers for quite some time. Settle in because as you know I take awhile when I've got my favorite meal in my mouth."

"Mmmmmm," Frida lay down bare ass, next to the fire. The warmth and glow of the firelight surrounding them completely. Ulf lay down and his upper half filled the space between her legs, causing another wave of warmth to rush over both of them. The sweet smell of her pussy filled him up and his tongue came out to part her lips. The gentle wolf growled in a pleased and hungry tone as he continued on with his meal. Starting slow, like always....he eventually covered her entirely and started sucking her clit as his fingers slowly came into play. Feeling her body start to wriggle, he continued and she let out a moan that sent him into a mostly controlled frenzy as another one of his fingers found her warmth. As Frida's body was squirming about, they heard a knock on the wall and the muffled voice of Harald, "make her cum already for Christ's sake!"

Ulf lobbed a pillow at the wall as his only response to Harald’s comedic comments from the other side. Returning to his meal he added another finger as the gentle wolf sucked on her clit, tongue fluttering the whole while as his controlled ferocity continued between her legs. Frida’s body continued to build up in pleasure, and her heavy breathing had turned into more of a constant moaning. His honey covered fingers moved in and out, his middle finger in particular giving that gentle stroke along the perfect walnut inside of her….hitting the right spots every time.

“Don’t stop…..I can feel it coming……just a bit faster……yes…..just like that…don’t you fucking stop,” her lungs completely out of breath by then, just as she let loose and sent a sweet tasting wave across his face. His face and beard soaked entirely, the wolf let out a growl that filled the entire room as her body wriggled uncontrollably in his grasp. Satisfied with her satisfaction, he moved to nibbling on the inside of her thighs and kissing every bit of her skin.

Looking and feeling like something of a content and comfortable puddle, Frida looked at him wondering what was next. “What might you want from me after that, Daddy?”

“I’m not done tasting you but I want to see your perfection from behind now,” Ulf replied as he grabbed onto her and moved her just how he wanted, with gentle force. “I love when you do that and move me and show me just how you want me. Gently with your fingers digging in just right,” Frida said with her face laid down on the pillow and her ass straight in the air.

“I’m so glad you enjoy that. Always tell me when or if you want something different from me. Your pleasure is my focus, always,” Ulf said gently, growling a bit towards the end again as he caught sight of her wet skin flickering in the firelight.

Just as his mouth covered up her tightest hole, Harald’s muffled voice was heard yet again from the other side of the wall. “You finished me off with that one, I’ll be sleeping within seconds…..thanks for the assist gang,” his chuckle coming through quite clear.

...

Ulf knelt down and picked her up, their warm skin covering each other perfectly in the center. Her head sunk into his chest as he stepped away from the fireplace and towards the bedroom. "Now that our good friend Harald is all settled for the night, let's settle into the darkness of that bedroom," Ulf said while looking at Frida's content face up against his beating heart. She said nothing out loud, but said everything by looking up at him with a gentle smile that came with the slightest hint of a grin. Their clothing left behind in front of the heat of the fireplace, they crossed the threshold of the bedroom and felt the heat increase even more.

Ulf laid her down on the bed and stood back to admire her beautiful perfection. "You have the skin of an angel and the smile of an angelic demon," he said while tracing his fingers along the skin on her thighs, "Roll over and let's get you a massage as the night continues to just begin." She laid with her legs straight back and Ulf moved onto the bed, crawling on top of her like the gentle wolf she knew him as. The coverage of his body sent warmth into hers in ways no fireplace ever could. His throbbing parts dragged to and fro across her ass cheeks as he moved around gently and dug his fingers into her shoulders.

"Mmmmm, find those spots and work them out for me so I can repay you for all your hard work when the time comes," she said softly with her face sunk comfortably into the bed.

"Knowing you're satisfied is the only payment I truly need. My pleasure comes from giving you pleasure, however you want to receive it. It's just about the only way I know how to operate and I've found some real bits of peace here while continuing the spicy evolution," Ulf said while absorbing the blank canvas of perfection in front of him. He held her hand to the bed with his left hand, while his right hand tenderized a serious piece of gristle amidst her back. As he felt it loosening, he leaned down and kissed the center of her back. Spending several seconds in the center, his lips moved further south and found the perfect creases at the small of her back.

Slowly moving even further down, Ulf's hands each found one of her cheeks and spread them open so his tongue had a clear path. After the usual slight pause while his body built into a light ferocity, her scent filling him up completely....he covered her up and buried his tongue properly. She let out a tiny moan and he raised up, laying a smack on each cheek before going right back in for the tasty spread. The obvious feelings of primal passion built in a hurry and Ulf dragged Frida towards the edge of the bed so he could have her while on his knees, as she bent comfortably over the bed.

He pushed his face in firmly as Frida reached back to rub her pulsing pearl, wetness returning everywhere in a hurry. Ulf continued to lay the occasional smack on her ass, Frida pleased to feel the gentle lingering sting of his hands on her. His beard continued to soak up her honey like a sponge as she squirmed more and more, his tongue working in sync with the circular motion of her fingers. Building just as it had in front of the fireplace, Frida's body was growing ever more restless as the pleasure built and she raised onto her tip toes while letting out a loud moan that filled the entire room. Not done, she continued moaning as her fingers moved faster with every passing second. Ulf knew she was close and buried his tongue inside her as she lifted off the floor completely.

The lift off had her land on the bed in something of a puddle. Leg's outstretched and spread, her soaked hand pleasantly trapped under her body. Ulf stood up and stared at the perfection in front of him yet again, his own parts still throbbing and rock hard. The gentle wolf leaned down and nibbled all around the handprints on her ass cheeks, then lifted her up to move her further onto the bed. She laid there on her left side with her right leg bent and her left leg straight back. Soft and beyond ready for him, Ulf settled in and filled her completely.

They both let out the usual exhale of pleasure in that moment. Finally filled and working on bringing the pounding ferocity of a freight train. As he glided in and out of her soft perfection, the headboard gently rattled against the wall. Taking no time at all to build up speed, the gentle rattle soon turned into the sound of a jackhammer as the walls themselves began to shake. The gentle wolf’s ferocity grew into something less gentle as their finish neared. “I’m not cumming until you do again…..you ready to cum for me or do you want to stay right on the edge for awhile yet,” Ulf asked in a growling tone, genuinely looking to give her whichever path she preferred.

“Don’t stop, I can already feel it building…..don’t change your speed one bit…..” Frida gasped as she clung to the sheets and pillow tightly. The jackhammer continued as Ulf put his thumb in his mouth to give Frida a double stuffed finish on the last leg of the train ride. “YES!” she cried out as soon as she felt him fully inside her, two ways. In the final seconds, it seemed the walls of the bedroom would come crashing down but it was only Ulf, who fell down onto Frida as they both soaked each other and their bedding. The only sounds now filling the room, were those of heavy breathing. Attempting to catch their breath as they laid there, a content puddle. Minutes of silence passed until Ulf finally spoke up. “When or if you want more, I’m here. If you’re satisfied for tonight, then all I hope is you’ve the sweetest dreams of all time,” Ulf said quietly as he wrapped her up in his arms.

Chapter 3

"I thought we might just lay here awhile in the mess, with the tube on?" Frida said quietly, her quiet voice conquering every other sound around them. Ulf smiled and laid down at her side, a furnace of satisfaction the two of them. He turned on the TV then handed her the remote, always more interested in tracing her skin with his eyes than whatever might be on late night television. Frida put on her favorite show and they sank further into the bed while they each relaxed together, in different ways.

His fingers traced all along her tummy, drawing gentle circles with the lightest touch he could possibly muster. He often found himself lost in those moments. Not a thing to worry or care about except which part of her skin he would focus on next. Each part of her, a worthy area to be fully explored. She rolled onto her side and pushed her bare ass right into the full length of his still hard shaft and giggled slightly, knowing just what she was doing.

"I'm certain these sheets need changed because they're still as wet as you are...probably best to wait til morning tho, I have a feeling they're not done soaking up your honey tonight," Ulf said, growling quietly as finished the sentence. "Don't mind if I lay a smack or two on your perfectly round cheeks while we lay here, do you?"

"I'd be incredibly disappointed if you didn't, let me feel those hands whenever the mood strikes," she grinned while looking back at him, wiggling her butt around until the statue between his legs found the softest spot between hers.

Ulf's fingers dug into her left cheek deeply, then he let go to drop a stinging handprint on her as his throbbing tip moved around the middle of her thighs. The wolf enjoyed this part of bedtime just as much as he enjoyed the rougher moments that called for pounding finishes. The simple ability to get lost within her so easily, made him live and breath efficiently. As if there wasn't a choice. When he was with her, anything but content simply just would not compute in his brain.

He moved in closer, keeping himself on the outer edge of her wetness below while his chest covered up her back almost entirely. His left hand gripping her waist gently, he slowly dropped kisses all over the back side of her neck and shoulders. Frida nodded in approval, as she closed her eyes and sank completely into the relaxation of that moment. Ulf moved in slightly closer yet and wrapped his arm around the side of her, relaxing completely himself. The sounds of the TV were far more distant than the few feet they actually were, and both of their eyes remained close amidst that perfect warmth.

...

Ulf woke to a beam of sunlight poking him directly in the eyes, the sounds of the TV still there but Frida's show was no longer on. His arm still wrapped around her, Frida stirred gently as the daylight continued to fill the bedroom. Ulf planted a one kiss on her shoulder and one kiss on each of her bare cheeks below before sitting up to stretch. He stood up and admired the naughty angel in front of him, soaking up every bit of her body through his eyes. His arms went out to the sides in a big stretch and he let out a loud sound that was likely similar to that of something a bear would make while stretching after hibernation.

Frida smiled at the sound, but her eyes remained closed and her face remained content. Ulf put on his underwear and took to the kitchen to start making breakfast. He hoped to do nothing but relax and soak up the day from within the confines of Frida's apartment, with his return home later that day. As he cracked the eggs for omelletes, he pondered the possibilities of the year ahead and found himself greatly looking forward to both his time in person with Frida and the time away during the week in which they could discuss their weekend possibilities.

"Dang it! Coffee first ya buffoon," he muttered to himself, realizing he forgot to switch the coffee pot on first thing. The water began to drip and Ulf moved back to the cooktop as the butter sizzled quietly in the frying pan. Within minutes, the smell of coffee and home cooked breakfast filled the apartment. Frida came out of the bedroom wearing nothing but panties, her entrance to the kitchen gloriously nonchalant.

"Bring that glorious tush right on over here, this spatula hasn't touched a thing yet and I know just wear to use it first," Ulf grinned as they locked eyes. Frida walked over slowly and said nothing. Once she was within reach, she turned and bent at the waist to receive her good morning spanking from the cook. With one tiny smack, she raised up and walked into him for the big squeeze in his arms as a follow up.

"I've got the jalapenos going in your omelette if that sounds good? I know you generally like spice at all times of the day," Ulf said, genuinely wondering if she would prefer the jalapenos or not.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm. Absolutely. Feed me, Daddy," sending the usual shiver down into his parts as she hit him with a grin.

"Fed, you shall be! But first.....coffee."