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A Breath of Beginning
A Breath of Beginning You played soooo oblivious as I ‘teased’ you; I didn’t exist wasn’t there couldn’t possibly have said THAT - NOT while so many others - grouped or just paired, were near or looking on. …and yet as you flowed through the rooms you looked for me, back TO me, paused near and ever returned… and with each stolen glance at me I caught your eyes sparkling and a LOOK that would melt an 8 day candle in minutes. I sat on the garden wall part of the night’s shadow listening to the party flow… music and muffled voices. Laughter – some even real… Your whisper startled me and as I turned you sat near and then moved nearer still… thigh to thigh then leaning closer continued ~ ”You spoke of silk scarves… and entwined wrists – sultry smiles, throaty echoes…” …and THAT LOOK… ”…and the taste of butterfly kisses ’cross cheeks, down the neck. You said my lips beckoned as no other, and that I would beg… BEG for the sheer TOUCH of your lips and the flow of fingertips… YOUR fingertips.” …and I was so lost in her eyes… ”…and would your fingertips trail back and forth cross a naked ME rising to my curves and flowing all the softnesses exploring, discovering the heat and shivers crossing, caressing, again and again while my arms were splayed and held taut… helpless to protest your liberties.” …OH GOD YES!! Her eyes said to mine… and her hand reached and rested upon mine and the HEAT… ”…Would your lips replace those fingertips… pause atop my breast give me rise – draw the LIFE from nipple so TAUT that my body would rise and vibrate to the strum of your music - then pause and make me sing in HARMONIES as you enthrall the other?” … and she didn’t blink… ”…but the tongue… what of it wandering, flowing wet heated lost seeking finding just the heart of me. What of it testing tasting nooks and rises, up then down, farther down cross the rippling, teasing and nestling<b> tickling </font></b>lil hairs so brutally - helplessly, as limbs surely begging to reach - to defend, to pull the lips nearer to dear heated places, wondrous places, wicked places of flowing wetness silken smooth with NEED awaiting in ’tearfull’ attention your belated arrival.” …and her fingers tightened HARD upon my hand… ”But my legs…are free to fly, twist, close - clamp tight…prevent, preclude – forcefully PAUSE you… unless… the other two scarves were also used first as a tease - twisted lightly round and around an ankle and then unashamedly grasped and fastened tight to a base edge.” …and damn but she laughed lightly and then continued… ”The other would try – TRY - to escape and flee twist and turn thrust and kick but you ARE too strong- to SURE, readily bold and merely laying atop will pause, hold, and give way empowering further perverse play… til encircled and honestly held it too is bound true and tight to the bed’s delight.” …she licked her lips… and I forgot how to breathe. ”…and now the errant fingertips rebound and thighs are held and found. Fingertips press and flow fingers widely spread and ripples within me grow. Hips rise and heatedly turn rapid breaths burn and arms tighten and pull and press and draw and whispers call lips so dry and yet the heat bathes and flows and tenses and grows…” …she paused… “and would you be kind and release a begging needing victim of your tease?” …”No…” she willfully with MY full intent intoned… and damn THAT smile said it all. ”And poor me…poor, poor me… suffering so… twisting and rocking moving side-to-side rising, falling, breathing and then NOT - WANTING, needing… purrrrrring wishing…asking, lifting to the touch. Wet – so wet the sheer flow soaking flowing glistening slippery sliding needing… and the fingertips sliding sliding within the slit, the smooth real raw pink me centered open wanting nub rising and …and… BEGGING the touch…NEEDING the touch and twist and turn and press and slip and slide then suddenly within then out and beginning again and again and again…” …she paused flushed with LUST licked her dry lips… ”And no release – you evil evil MAN you paused ~ then moved away the hands those lovely delicious KNOWING hands - then leaned and GAWD you blew a stream of breath right THERE – KNOWING I died… falling and falling and falling and damn but your lips closed on me…ON ME and that marvelous tip teased and tasted grew and spread and I FLEW and FLEW higher and higher and HIGHER STILL and the movement…I kept raising and falling to and from – to and from – pausing on the high gasping on the low… and yes damn you I BEGGED again and again … and prayed aloud it wouldn’t end.” …and she released my hand stopped speaking and stood. Calmly turned and began walking away. I couldn’t move… She paused at the door, turned… Looked… “Well?” Where the HELL had I left those DAMN SCARVES!!! |
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