-This is a simply a short story that I have written, it does have mature subject matter, sexual content as well, so read at your own risk..aha couldn't think of a way to end that little blurb there...
Sitting at the edge of the bed, I anxiously wait for you to come in, swinging my feet softly, I absentmindedly stare into the dresser mirror. As I hear the door softly open, I look up to catch your gaze, you stare intently, lingering for an extra moment. Slowly walking around the bed, you crawl up behind me, gently kissing the back of my head. I sigh softly to your familiar touch. You trace your fingers over my body, outlining every curve, slowly pulling me back into the middle of the bed, your arms around me. Your kisses travel down my neck and reach my shoulders, where you turn me around to kiss my trembling lips; your touch sends shivers down my spine. You stop to look at me again, I return your stare with a smile and reach up to hold your face and kiss you again, this time with a growing passion and need. Laying me down, you proceed to kiss my body, lingering at my stomach before you slip my night gown off. Fully exposed, I want you to have me. Spreading my legs, you kiss my inner thigh, working your way to my most sacred place, when you get there, you greet with another soft kiss. I feel overwhelmed, my body pulsing for more. Your tongue sliding along feels so warm and seems to be too much for me to handle, but you don’t stop, you continue to satisfy your hunger. Plunging a finger inside of me, followed by a second, you send me over the top, I gasp in pure pleasure as my body stiffens, suddenly appearing to be hungry all over again, you lap up my juices. Not wanting this to ever end, I ask you to have me. You lift your head searching for reassurance in my expression, with that confirmed; you slowly climb on top of me. Breathing heavily I wait as time starts to speed up, you’re already going in, I gasp in shock. My mind becomes too cluttered to concentrate, I close my eyes. I feel you slowly going in and out, I can feel everything, as you pick up speed the pain slowly numbs, sobering my thoughts. I open my eyes to meet yours, sharing a silent thought, that you now have a special part of me that can only be given once.
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Erotic stories. Millions. Billions. What seperates them is the individual experience, fantasy, or desires, and whether it becomes intense like hot lava or more like an ever-opening flower of true love-making, which, is given with love. This write is precious because it concentrates on those small details a woman loves, the places she wants to be touched, and not in a hurried way, but delicate. There's always time for heated passion, but in this write you remain more subtle, and it is lovely, right to the end, when you say something really remarkable.
ReplyDelete"that you now have a special part of me that can only be given once."
How refreshing. It really is wonderful. Maybe you can see how I have learned and loved women so much by reading what they write, and listening to what they say, and how they really FEEL. It's sad that most men, for reasons I have never understood...just don't get it.
You are very intelligent and you can express yourself very well. Not easy pouring out thoughts and your deepest feelings for all to see, is it! I love how natural it all seems to you! Keep it up, Butterfly.
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-James-
May 28, 2009 1:24 AM
Thank you, I was a little nervous about posting this, but I thought; why not.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you liked it.
Of course this is about sex, but I didn't want it to have that raunchy, cheap feel to it.