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Sunday, April 26, 2015

Premium Story News | Stranded with Him

      April’s supposedly relaxing hike after a bad breakup turns for the worse. Now stranded in a blizzard, April doesn’t hold much hope. But she is not alone. After a stranger named Michael saves her from a frozen lake, the pair must share warmth to survive. But will more than just heat kindle between April and her savior while she is Stranded with Him?

      Stranded with Him explores the budding relationship between April and Michael as chance misfortune brings these two lonely souls together. When the fire goes out, the carnal passion that ignites between them will be sure to set your imagination aflame. Written for the romantically-inclined audience, the playful banter and steamy action will captivate you long after story’s end.

      "Mmmph," April moaned, and squirmed.
      "What is it?" Michael breathed. He must have been holding his breath without realizing it.

      "I have to get more comfortable..." April muttered. Wriggling in the tight sleeping bag, she managed to roll over towards him. Though it exposed her toasty back to the winter air, she got to look Michael in the eyes for the first time up close.

      "Wow," she said, "You have pretty eyes..."

      "Not really..." His eyes darted downward, shimmering just barely in the dim moonlight streaming in through the cracks in the door. It was enough for April to see the verdant tint etching his sapphire irises.

      "You're the one with pretty eyes," Michael offered, hesitating like a lamb contemplating its first wobbling steps. "Are you still cold?"

      "Yes. Not that bad, but..." April seized up as alpine air spilled down her spine. As if feeling her own discomfort, Michael re-wrapped her in his arms. The heat of his hands couldn't compare to how hot his core was. His pecks and abdomen yielded only as much as ripe fruit as her hands traveled across them. But the way his hands traveled along her backbone, from between the blades of her shoulders down past the end of her tailbone and over her behind, lit her whole body aflame.

      "Why are you so good at this...?" April muttered, clenching her hands against his chest.

      "I don't want you to be cold," Michael said. His fingertips grazed along the round of her backside, tensing enough to squeeze her firm rump. "And... you feel amazing, April..."

      April's blush went unseen, but its embers swept through her chest. "You feel even better," April said. She meant it. As the girl luxuriated in his wandering touch, she couldn't help but relax like putty even as his hands fondled her backside and his manhood prodded her belly. Her leg scooted between his, her eyes flickering between his and the white steam puffing from his parted lips.

      "Is my ass really that cold?" She managed in barely a whisper.

      "Yes," Michael replied, gripping her firm rump tight between bouts of his lavish caresses. "It's freezing and... needs it."

      "Michael..." April rolled her hips for him without even thinking, and moved in closer toward his handsome face.


      "My face is cold too..."

      April feared for a moment that he his wonderful hands would stop and that he would pull back. But all her fears evaporated when their foreheads touched and his lips met hers. A thrill streaked through her heart and every vein and vessel. His kiss sizzled, radiating heat into her frozen lips through his subtle undulations. Firm, then soft, and then firm again. Hypnotic in their massage, April tilted her head back to offer up all she could give.

      It wasn't long before April's cattish habit compelled her fingertips to drag down his body. Smooth skin covered taut muscles, and she couldn't help but dig her nails in a bit to test them. Michael's temperature had risen like a lit oven, burning away the cold from her shivering thighs to chilled lips. But the heart of his manly heat remained trapped behind a pair of cotton boxers.

      "April...?" Michael whispered as April caught hold of his boxers and tugged.

      "I'm still so cold..."

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