You move quickly, not giving me a chance to change my mind, as it were even possible. You bring my hand to your lips, kissing one of my fingers. Your lips are soft, so soft against my skin. I look at you and you slowly turn me away from you. I place my hands on the table as you press your hips against my bottom. I’m helpless to move, to speak, to think as your thumb slides up from the base of my neck to my hairline. I hold my breath, waiting for your next move, knowing it is going to be just the right one. Slowly, so slowly, you bend your head and kiss me softly on my shoulder. A moan emerges from my throat. The longest tips of my hair brush against the top of my breasts and I wish your hands were on me, instead.
"I understood all the words. They were new and made sense. That's why the past was the past. That's why, if everything changes and wears out, then loves also fade away. You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I 'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. You shouldn't have started, attracted me, touched me. I shouldn't have given so much, I don't know how to play. People tell me that today that's how other women do things. But I'm not any other women. Before we get too close, before we throw it away, You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. I'll find other languages to sing your praises. I'll pack our bags for the fields of eternal harvests. I'll say those magic words spoken by African healers. I'll say them with no regrets, so that you love me still. I'll make myself a queen so that you don't leave me. I'll make myself new so the fire starts again. I'll become like those other women who make you happy. Your games will be our games, if that's what you desire. I'll make myself brighter, more beautiful, to rekindle the spark. I'll turn myself to gold, so that you love me still."
Saturday, December 31, 2011
While I'm lying on the deckchair, pretending to read, I watch you swim in the pool. You split the water in a powerful crawl and I marvel at that perfect body. A wetness appears between my legs and I feel my body wake up. The urgency is there, like every time I set my eyes on you. Not wanting to resist (why should I?) I get up and come on the edge of the pool. You finally notice me and you swim towards me. I slip into the water and find myself pressed between you and the edge of the pool. I rub against you chest, my body burning from the sun and desire.... And we let our magic unfold
Why do you have this effect on me? Every time I try to convince myself that you’re just a fantasy, you remind me that you’re real. Just thinking of you and all my thoughts fly away. I can see only you, hear only your voice, smell only your odor. I want only your hands, your mouth on me. Everything else is not important. You become the light of my night, the only anchor I want to hold on to. You have me wrapped around your finger…
I look at you getting on the bed. You crawl on it and stop between my legs. You look at me with that glint in your eyes and your mouth comes down on me, so warm. Your tongue licks around and over me, exploring every part of me, tasting me. You suck on my sweet spot and drive me over the edge. I arch my body and half rise from the bed like some puppet on a string. I’m lost in pleasure. My body falls back on the bed and I jerk as the orgasm hit me. I’m boneless, helpless with pleasure. You watch me through your eyelashes, a look of satisfaction on your face.
This is not the first time for us anymore. Now we can take our time. You undress me slowly and your hands touch every inch of bare skin, lingering on my ass that you grab and squeeze. The wait is a powerful aphrodisiac. I'm finally naked in front of you and you take the time to look at me. I blush under your gaze. You start to undress without taking your eyes off me. I rediscover your body in all its power. I move a hand to touch you, but you shake your head. Finally we are both naked. You take my hand and walk me to the bed where you make me lie down. No words come out of your mouth.
As you approach me, I see your muscles play under your skin. This skin I want to taste from the first day. I can not take my eyes off you. You smile, and I feel something vibrating in my heart. I hold out my arms, eager to taste you, savor you. My fingers tingle. Now you are finally at hand. While I want to touch you more than anything, I feel paralyzed. Seeing me totally impotent, you take my hands and rest them on your chest. That's all it takes to get me out of my trance. I begin to caress you while you lie down on me. Feeling your skin against my skin awakens all my senses. Your hands wander on me, while mine do the same on your body. I know that soon we will become one.
Our first kiss, I imagined it a hundred times already.... Gently at first.
One hand on my cheek…caressing it to ease the tension…the other on my hip…resting there, lightly…your lips coming close to mine…your breath on my skin....a light touch ... playing a moment ... then more pressure ... a tongue that licks my lips, forcing me to open them ... to come and wrap around mine ... flavors unknown but already so familiar ... a kiss that turns into an embrace...
You enter the bathroom as I am lying in the tub surrounded by bubbles. I see your eyes light up with desire. You undress, never taking your eyes off me. You walk behind me, take the sponge and begin to wash my neck. Your hands wander to the front of my body, and I arch my back to give you a better access. One of your hands rests on one breast, while the other goes down between my legs. The orgasm comes quickly and takes us by surprise. You smile, with mischief in your eyes, as you come in the tub to continue our sensual games.
I dreamed about you again last night. I've dreamed so hard, that the sheets are still remembering. You slept in my body, rocked by my I love yous. I woke up alone, lost and sad. But tonight....tonight you'll be here, and the sheets won't feel so lonely. I'll hold your hand, and you'll feel my love even on your fingertips. Because this is how much I love you.
I love to spend the night with you. Your body’s feeling so good against mine. You always put your arms around me, as if you wanted to protect me from the outside world. Your chest crushed on my back, your cock pressing on my ass, letting me know how much you want me, your powerful legs wrapping around mine, your breath on my neck. I feel loved and cherished. My dreams are all about you. About your hands travelling on my body, cupping a breast, caressing a leg. I imagine your cock swelling against me, your breathing being erratic, and my body is aching. And when I wake up and realize that you are here with me and that I’m not dreaming, I feel so lucky to have you in my life.
I squeeze through the partially open door and quietly make my way to you, my body humming with desire. With every step I take the silk of my dress wraps around my thighs and teases me, the way you will be soon . . . that thought alone sends tingles up and down my spine. You've turned your back on me, preparing your nightly scotch . . . neat of course. I see the muscles working under your skin as your hand lifts the glass to those lips I long for. You don't acknowledge my presence, enjoying your single malt, but I know from the rigidness in your back that you're aware. I bite my lower lip to stop my smile as I wrap my arm around you and begin to caress your chest with one hand while the other goes down and slips in your underwear.
The room is bathed in a soft glow . . . sending shadows out to play all over your skin. Skin that covers your rolling muscles as they tense for the strike, just like a predator stalking its prey. I watch you move closer, my breast rising and falling with the anticipation, knowing that tonight is the night you will fulfill your promises to me. Your face is in the twilight, but I can feel your eyes on me and your smile spreads warmth through my body. It is the smile of a man who knows anything and everything is permitted. A fact you fully plan to take advantage of as you wrap your arms around me. And the celebration of the senses begins .
My days are lonely without you, but my nights are lonelier… As I lay on my bed, I imagine your hands on me. My body responds to this imaginary tease and I wriggle between the sheets. I can picture you laying a lazy hand on my breast, going down so slowly, until you reach my pussy. My hand follows the path yours should be taking, and I close my eyes, pleasuring myself thinking about you.
I miss you so much. I dream that you come to me, your body moving like a panther, your eyes shining with desire. You take me in your arms, our skins finally touching. You sit down and I straddle your legs, enjoying the feeling of your body against mine. I caress your arms, so strong, so reassuring.
Your hands travel on my back, going down to my ass, and hold it in a tight grip. I gasp and come closer, wanting to be one with you. You kiss me, a hungry kiss that leaves me breathless. And I wake up and cry because you're not here with me.
I see you step out of the wagon and search the crowd. Finally your eyes fall upon me. I rush to you, throwing myself in your arms, my laughter and tears competing with each other. You hold me close, my feet no longer touch the ground. Then you kiss me, a kiss that flips my whole existence upside down . . . sweet . . . exhilarating. I don't care that people are watching, I only see you . . . you and your inviting smile . . . you and your sparkling eyes . . . you and your sensual mouth . . . it has always been you!
I can almost see you through the glass of the shower, guessing the shape of your muscles. You cover your body with soap and your hands begin to move. I cannot resist any longer, the visual is too intense. I slip in the shower and my hands replace yours. We wash one another, our hands focusing on specific locations, the soap sliding so nicely on our bodies...
I let my hand run over your body, enjoying the moment. I can feel your hard muscles under the smooth skin. My mouth follows my hand, kissing, licking, biting ... I breathe deeply, filling my nose with your scent. You put your hands in my hair and point my head down your body. My chin bumps on your cock and triggers a laugh. I lower my head to look at your cock, admiring its shape and color ... so beautiful. You look at me, your eyes telling me what your mouth will not say. I smile and look at you, slowly licking my lips. My eyes are still connected to yours as I take out my tongue and lick the pearl of pre-cum oozing from your cock.
I lay in bed thinking about you when I hear the doorbell. I open the door and there you are, smiling that beautiful smile of yours. My mouth opens to let you know how happy I am to see you; but you don't give me any time to say it. You push me against the wall, close the door with your foot and kiss me like there's no tomorrow. You begin to rip my clothes off and I do the same with yours. Very quickly we are both naked and you take me in your arms, my legs wrap around your hips, you penetrate me with one swift movement.
Friday, December 30, 2011
He begins to move. Slow and gentle back and forth to begin, his hands pressed against my hips to prevent me moving. Then, after a while, he goes faster. Stronger. One of his hands goes before me and caresses me to the cadence of his strokes. My shoulders begin to tremble as I try to contain the orgasm that begins to boil inside me. His hand on my hip holds me strong enough to leave a bruise. The hand that caresses me stops and keeps me from moving. I orgasm and pulsate against his palm. His teeth nibble my neck. His mouth moves to my shoulder and he stifles a cry. His cock quivers in me, and he pushes one last time, strong enough to make me hit the wall with my front.
You slip behind me and put your hands on my hips. You take my hands and put them on the wall in front of me. I hear the slamming of a metal loop that is opened, followed by the slight whir of a zipper. I shudder and put my forehead against the wall, waiting for what I know will happen. You put your chin on my shoulder. You nibble my ear and I bow my head sideways to allow you access to my neck. I suddenly feel your hand slip between my legs and my fingers clench against the wall. You insert a finger in me, then two, massaging me, caressing me. You press your cock against me and lead it towards my wet slit. I scream when you are finally entering me, in one strong movement.
I see you across the dance floor. Our eyes meet and stay locked as we move toward one another. You take my hand and lead us to the center of the dance floor. You put a hand on my side, very high, just under my breast. I look up to see your eyes, both bright and dark, and I lose myself in them. We move together, and my hand slips off your shoulder to lock on your neck. Without taking your eyes off me, you work your hand up along my back and bury it in my hair. You press yourself against my body and I can feel your erection. Your hand goes down on my thigh, grabs the hem of my skirt and pulls it up slowly while we dance, until you can slide it underneath. You close it on me, your palm pressed against my clitoris. Your fingers are able to dive under the lace of my panties and find my wetness. Your lips part in a muted growl. My body jerks when your skin comes into direct contact with mine, and a groan escapes me. Your fingers play with the folds of my sex before moving again to touch my clitoris. I bite my lip to stifle the cry that burst from my throat.
You slide behind me and surround me with your arms, one hand on my breast and one lower. I lean against you, reassured by your warmth. Your hands start going back and forth over my body, destroying any coherent thought in my mind. I arch my back against you, giving you free access to all parts of my body.
I push you down on the bed and blindfold you. I slowly climb up your body, rubbing mine against yours until I reach your mouth. I straddle you head and go down on your mouth. Your nostrils quiver and your lips part in anticipation.
You slide a hand between us, insinuating it at the junction of our sex that slide against each other, one inside the other, and seize my clitoris between your thumb and forefinger. You turn the small ridge that is as erectile as your penis. Our hands join on my breast while, slowly, rhythmically, you masturbate me to the rhythm of your comings and goings.
I'm missing you so much. Just to feel your hands on mine will ease my pain right now. I crave to touch your skin, even if it's just your hand.... I want to feel our fingers intertwine, your thumb gently stroking the back of my hand and then heading to my wrist, where you can feel the blood pounding in my veins. I want your fingers to brush against my palm, sending a multitude of chills down my arm.
The street is swarming with people. We’re walking hands in hands, oblivious of the people around us. Suddenly you push me into a dark and deserted alley. Surprised, I look at you and I see your eyes shining with desire.I feel your swollen cock against my thigh as you take me in your arms. You grab my legs and wrap them around your hips. You lift my skirt, tear my panties and my t-shirt.You push my back against the wall in order to open your pants and fill me in one strong motion.
Every time you touch me, you leave traces on my skin. My body is covered with them, and they remind me how much I love you. When I’m alone, I catch myself redrawing the path your fingers took, and I daydream about our next encounter. I can smell your skin; feel your hands on me. Every time you leave me, you take a little piece of me with you and I can’t wait for you to bring it back.
Your body is heavy on mine, but this weight is nice. I like to feel your body against mine. Your hands roam my skin, triggering shivers wherever they touch me. I close my eyes and the feelings are multiplied. I feel your lips touch my breasts, soft and firm at the same time. My hands rest on your head, trying to make you accentuate your sensuous kiss. Your hand goes to discover the center of my pleasure and I feel your fingers slip between the folds of my pussy.
You drop me off the ground, gently. My heart is pounding so hard that I can only hear the blood rushing in my ears while you undress me. Naked, you take me against you. The friction of your burning skin against the softness of mine makes me dizzy. Our mouths meet in an explosive kiss. You move your hands on my back, sliding to the bottom of my back which you grasp the roundness to lift me up, hug me, make me feel your desire against the nest of my thighs. You lift me more, and instinctively, I wrapped my legs around your waist.