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Hmmm….. my body tingles as the drops of water slowly run down my back…Yes..that’s the spot….ahhh….my eyes are closed, mind at ease as the sounds coming from the speakers of my blackberry blur up into a road-trip soundtrack taking me on a journey somewhere far far away…. far away from everything and everyone. Everyone? Well, maybe not. I hope I meet him there. I hope it’ll just be the two of us. Alone. The warmth of his strong hands embracing me from behind. Hmmmm…. that familiar smell of sensuality. Gosh, how I crave this moment. Can it possibly get better?
Just then he starts to kiss my ears….tiny cute little kisses…ticklish…making me blush and smile at the same time. He always does that to me. He starts to kiss my neck and at that point I know what he wants and though he’ll get it, I want to play too. I get out of his embrace and turn around towards him and…………. My bar of soap slips, falls and brings me back to reality…*sigh*… so soon….
I step out of the shower, tried reaching for my towel and realized it wasn’t there. I always forget to take my towel with me into the bathroom but then again, I love walking naked to my room after a shower. I spy on my own body as I walk past the full-size mirror in the lobby. Damn…all this good good wasting away…. work has been so damned hectic lately. I haven’t even had time to speak with him talk more of seeing him. Images of us mid-passion flashed through my mind as I bent over to pick my moisturizer. It was then I heard it. It started out faint and then it got louder. The voice of Marques Houston crooning “see you naked”…. where was it coming from? I began to walk towards the music…towards my sitting room…..naked…. I had placed one foot out the door when I realized I was still naked. I turned to go back to at least get a towel but a voice stopped me. Crisp and assertive like I had always known it to be, I could feel the blood spreading through my body out of excitement. I wanted to turn back to face him but I felt his touch. I felt his warmth. I felt his body. Nude. Pressed up against mine. From behind. In an embrace.
I wanted to speak. I wanted to tell him how mad I was at him for not breaking into my apartment days earlier. I wanted to tell him how I hated him for making me want him so much. I wanted to…… Damn! The softness of those lips – spot on. I felt them. Yes, I felt them soft and moist pressed up against my ears with every kiss replaying moments I had merely imagined a few minutes ago. One after the other, the kisses sent messages across my body, which had now dried up by the way. Guess thats why they call it ‘heat of passion’. He turned me around and the kisses went from my ears to my neck and as he traced down my spine I knew it was going to a wonderful night.
When he got to my dimples, he paused and kissed both butt cheeks. One, then the other. This was when I felt the first drop slide down my legs. He knew I loved taking control. He knew I wanted to turn around and jump him. He also knew we were just a few steps away from my 50k orthopedic bed. In what seemed like a second, he managed to flip me over and lift me onto the bed. Wow. Talk about my very own superman? Before you could say justice league, my legs were apart and his tongue traced up all the goodness that tried to escape from my honey pot. My nipples stood so high they got in my way whenever I tried looking down at him. His tongue worked my inner thighs till they got to my sex spot and for a moment I thought I was going to die.
His second first kiss felt so good I’m sure my yoni smiled at him. He worked his magic stroking, licking, sucking and sometimes biting even as his fingers found my betraying nipples; joined forces with his tongue and together, they completely destroyed what was left of my sense of logic. I was lost in that far far away land with him and all I wanted was HIM. He had punished me long enough. I tried to let him know and as if he could read my mind, his lingam found my yoni and I couldn’t hold back the smile that grew on my face.
He had my legs in the air slowly moving along with the rhythm of my body. Gosh, I wanted this to last forever. He picked up the pace and I let go completely allowing my mouth utter profanities even I didn’t know I knew. He flipped me around, made good use of my ample bosom, half and then full. He turned me sideways, and kept going till he returned me to the missionary and went on like he was a nail gun gone rogue. Body dripping in sweat and other liquids, throat tingling from all the yelling, I was almost gone…but I had to be strong for him. I had to hold him as he approached the finish line….I held him close as he wriggled in my arms and finally collapsed – spent. He laid in bed protected by my loving arms as I closed my eyes drifting into dream world just in time before the bloody soap dropped again..
The human mind is a little bit too powerful in my opinion. Living a few minutes in some peoples imaginations/fantasies can be fatal. Today is all about the fantasies. Feel free to post comments as ‘anonymous’ or using a different name but please use the comment box and speak your mind. Cheers.