Creative writing

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Far away dreaming, lost in the world of my subconscious, I began to hear a familiar voice softly calling my name. I turned to try and locate the voice, my heart beginning to flutter with excitement. And then invisible arms were around me, warm and full of comfort. The voice was closer now, right beside me whispering my name and asking me to awaken. And slowly the dream world began to fade. The daylight turned to darkness and my tired eyes began to open. It wasn't my imagination, I really was in his embrace. I smiled and turned, reaching out to stroke my fingers across his cheek. His skin was warm and soft and in the darkness I could just make out his eyes. i followed the curve of his jaw and slowly made my way down to rest on his shoulder. I leaned forward and pressed my eager lips to his, suddenly needing those sweet, addictive waves of bliss that swept through my body with his kiss. He ran his hand from the curve of my waist up to my shoulder and then along my neck and Into my hair. My hand moved to rest on his chest. I shuddered at the beautiful sensation of his touch, and he gently pulled me closer to deepen the kiss. Our lips parted in unison and our tongues began their dance. I moaned softly into his mouth and pressed my body into him, lifting my leg to wrap around his. His shaft twitched between us, alerting me to his growing arousal, and I pressed myself against him as he became hard, letting him rest between my legs. Slowly, I rolled my hips to tease him, grinding myself along the back of his tip and downwards. He shuddered slightly, moving his other hand from underneath his pillow to my cheek. It slid into my hair to clutch at it gently as the previous hand left my head to grasp my hip and follow my motions, pulling at me subtly to quicken my pace a little. My own arousal was nearly at a fever pitch, an inferno blazing between my legs, radiating onto him as the fluids of my excitement left me. He whispered a moan into our kiss and pushed me onto my back, climbing between my legs and pressing his tip to my fiery entrance. He pushed himself up to look down at me, his eyes glistening with an inner light of passion and mischief. He pressed inward firmly, finding the right spot and slid slowly into the slippery warmth, stopping at just his tip. Instantly my muscles tightened around him and I took a deep breath and held it for a moment. He stayed very still, a small smile upon those beautiful, perfectly shaped lips. My excitement was screaming at me, my body aching profoundly, begging for him to venture deeper. And yet still he did not move. I pushed my hips up, but he pulled away to keep only his tip within me, his smile widening with fun. I smirked and gave him a playfully reprimanding look, resting back down on the mattress, and he matched my movements to stay only tip in. He flicked his eyebrow and gave me that look which I loved so well, making another wave of pleasure crash through me, my muscles fluctuating around him again. I bit my lips together and then thrust quicker, which he anticipated and moved back again just as quick. Thwarted again. “You tease,” I said, grinning. And still he stayed as he was. I made my eyes bigger, blushing a little and tilting my head downward coyly. “Please?” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, and as he did so pushed his shaft inside me to his hilt. I moaned Into his kiss once more, tightening around him again and wrapping my legs around his waist. He rolled us on to our sides, cupping my cheek and hair again to let my head rest in his palm against the pillow. I slid my hand along his arm to lay against his chest once more and slowly he began to roll his hips, easing himself in and out. I breathed sighs of sweet relief as his tip passed into me again and again. I could feel with each soft motion as he moved over every single ridge, rubbing across them and sending delightful thrills of ecstasy to pulse through my body. It was amazing; so soft, so gentle and yet the deepest and most gratifying sensation I'd ever experienced. Joy was exploding within my chest to flood downwards and collide with each pulse of sensual delight. They swirled together like opposite currents of air to create a whirlwind of rapturous joy. My body was singing, bursting upwards out of my throat to become music of passion for the night to hear. Onwards into time we entwined this way, letting the minutes pass by like hours, the whole world and everything in it fading out of existence, writhing together and joined as one in a display of lascivious rapport. It felt divine, each shared movement pushing us ever higher until my body quaked uncontrollably as I climaxed again and again. My voice cracked and broke, sang louder and higher till my moans were screams of complete and utter elation. I tried to hold his eyes, they never faltered from watching my blissful expressions, that small smile so soft and tender. It looked as if he could see Heaven, gazing upon the wonders of creation perhaps. It made my body erupt violently with arduous passion. I growled and clutched his arm tightly. He rolled us so I was underneath him, making his pace a little quicker and thrusting deeper. He lowered his body to mine, sweeping his arms around me, bending his head to lay kisses upon my collarbone, shoulder and neck. I howled out my fervor and began rolling my hips in time with his, pushing upwards as he thrust down. I clutched at his hair, his back and neck, pawing at him and pulling his body into me with every thrust, desperate and aching as my climax became continuous. My body screamed louder as all my muscles took on a life of their own. It was not under my command, it only obeyed him now. It was sweet, agonising torture. I craved his seed and pleasure, my body begged him for it. But onwards he continued, slowly pushing himself towards his peak. “I love you” I whispered through a moan. His lips close to my ear, he softly spoke. “Show me with your body.” As if answering his request it began to buck wildly. His thrusts quickened and he moaned loudly now, holding me tightly. I grasped at his hair a little harder than I intended, clinging to him as the tide of our lustfully corporeal union became a tsunami. He let out a groan as he reached his peak, thrusting into my sheath hard, holding tighter to me, his legs quaking as his pleasure released. Another thrust, trying to push deeper, another groan muffled as he buried his face into the curve of my neck. Warm ripples of joy radiated from my abdomen and slowly our bodies relaxed and we melted into one another. Our breathing slowed and our hearts began to return to a steady rhythm. The afterglow was intense, and I grinned and giggled, which made him moan a little and laugh as well as my body shook with him still inside me. He pulled away and moved to lay on his back with a loud contented sigh, pulling me into his arms. I showered him with kisses everywhere I could reach, not able to hide my jubilation, looking deeply into his eyes. He still wore that strange expression, as if he was looking at Heaven, and it made me shudder with delight again. And then I lay my head upon his shoulder and we both returned once more to sweet and restful slumber.

I heard my voice, small and trembling, whispering softly. “I love you.” I looked over my shoulder and his lips pressed to mine, my hand cupping his cheek softly. We rested our foreheads together gently and the contentment inside me blazed brighter than the sun.

The air was was becoming chill as the sun began its descent. The moon had already risen and the sky was alive with a myriad of colours. The fading light of the sun cast it's final warmth outwards upon the town below us, as we sat high on a hillside to watch the day give way to night. It was so peaceful and still up here, a complete contrast to the bustle of the streets below; as if we were no longer part of the world, just content to sit together away from the crowds and observe as they hurried around. He took off his jacket and folded it up, placing it on the ground behind us, and then his arm slipped around my shoulder. I turned and smiled, captivated by the reflection of the sky in his eyes, and the hint of a smile that I loved so much. I leaned into him and lay my head upon his shoulder as the dark finally overpowered the light, and the stars began to twinkle above us. We lay back upon the grass, using his jacket for a pillow and I curled myself into his body, sighing with gentle relief as the sound of his heart reached my ear. His fingers swept along my arm, caressing my bare skin and making me shiver with delight. His other hand brushed over my neck and into my hair and I looked up at him once more, aching suddenly to shower him with my love. I pushed myself up to lean over him, gently bending to press my lips to his. His lips were soft and warm, his breath on my skin sending tingles racing down my spine and into my abdomen. My fingers slid across his stubbled cheek and into his silky hair, the kiss waking us both inside with heat from a simmering passion. He slid his hand along my back and clutched me to him tightly, and I moved to sit astride him, our kiss deepening slowly as the flames ignited between us. I pulled away and sat upright, wiggling my hips to tease him, smiling coyly and sucking the moisture of our kiss from my lips. His hands were on my waist but they slid beneath my top to brush over my skin, upwards to grip my ribcage as I continued to roll my hips and push against his crotch. We were far away from any main roads and not a person in sight, and I was feeling very naughty. I teased him with my eyes; he knew what I was thinking and flicked his eyebrow playfully. I stood up and quickly pulled my underwear off, slipping them inside my handbag as he undid his trousers and pulled himself out. I bit my lip in a smirk and then moved myself to sit between his legs, running my fingers downwards from his chest until I grasped his shaft firmly. Bending lower, I wrapped my lips around his tip, flicking my tongue quickly back and forth across him. His breath shuddered out as I moved him further into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him, drawing him deeper inside until he pressed to the back of my throat. A quiet moan escaped him and I felt my abdomen convulse slightly at the sound. I loved to give him pleasure this way, enjoying every movement he made, every sound of delight and the way his eyes would half close sometimes. Every soft moan he made as I teased his senses shot ripples of elation through my body, spurring me onwards to bring him more joy. His hands slipped into my hair, caressing through it and grasping slightly every time he was pressed to the back of my throat. I squeezed his shaft with my tongue and began to quicken my pace, flicking over his tip each time I moved upwards. He shuddered hard and a little salty liquid escaped, which I sucked from him, bringing him out and continuing to tease his tip with my fingers. His body quaked and he groaned and laughed a little, pulling on my arms to guide me over his body. I moved to sit astride him once more, positioning my skirt to hide our nudity and reached inside to gently guide him to my sheath. Pushing down, he slipped inside me and my body tensed around him at the beautiful shock. I closed my eyes to savour the wonderful pleasure of joining together, smiling through a gasp. I began to roll my hips in a circular motion to ease myself up and down on his shaft. He rubbed firmly across every ridge inside, every sensitive fold, every pleasure spot, making me squeal with ecstasy as a tide of delirium began to ebb and flow within me. My legs trembled and my body quaked, my muscles contracting wildly around him, squeezing his shaft and sending my pleasure into him. He gripped my hips to guide my movements, and my fingers curled into his top, pulling on it as the fires exploded within me. I threw my head back and screamed out skyward, now grasping at his wrists tightly. I pushed down harder with my hips, his tip hitting something deep within that sang with glorious jubilation. Every sensation seemed heightened out in the open air, our surroundings feeding my passion. It was exhilarating, it was exciting in ways I couldn't describe. Although there was no one around, the idea of being seen, getting caught making love seemed to incense us both. I let loose my voice, my moans louder than ever, I felt suddenly so free and it was exciting him further. He slipped his arms around me and moved suddenly, turning us so I was now beneath him, my legs wrapped around his waist. I grinned devilishly, my lips curling with a growl. He took my wrists and pinned them to the grass, smiling with a light of playful wickedness, his eyes glinting with fire. He thrust himself into me and I bucked beneath him, tilting my head back to grunt out my gratification. I tightened my legs around him, pushing my hips upwards to meet him. He bent his head and grazed his lips along my throat, sending shocks of fervor to collect in my abdomen. I ached inside again, the inferno roaring within and threatening to tear me apart once more. It grew hotter and climbed higher, spreading through my body until every inch was ablaze. His hands moved down my arms and along my shoulders. His fingers curled into my hair and his palms cupped my cheeks. I let my hands fly to grip his arms. Staring into each other's eyes, he pushed into me a little faster, each thrust making me call out a broken moan, the nirvana now overpowering me. My whole body pulsed and shivered, the elation spiralling outwards and enveloping us both. His lips parted, his eyes still fixed to mine, watching me intently. I clung to him desperately, every inch of me screaming with arduous ecstasy. The aching need deepened within me, calling to him with every moan, every movement we made. My fingers tightened around his arms, and suddenly my body threw itself backwards, arching my spine beneath him. I screamed as the fires blazed ever brighter, my hands flying to the grass and clawing at it. “Yes!” I called out, “Yes! Don't stop!” He pushed harder, hitting that delicious pleasure point and making it sing louder through me. The elysium made me twist, turn and buck harder, my muscles clamping around him. He groaned, burying his face into my neck, thrusting deeply until he lost control and his pleasure left him. I wrapped my arms around him and clutched him to me tightly, pushing my hips up and holding him firmly with my legs. My fingers teased through his hair and over his neck and I opened my eyes and smiled to see the starlight above us. He kissed my neck and then cheek, making his way to my lips to fill me with his gentle devotion. I moaned with relief into him and cupped his cheek. Parting our kiss and our bodies, he rolled on to his side, doing his trousers up quickly before returning his arms to pull me close once more. We lay together under the night sky and marvelled at the beauty above, feeling such peace and unity within each other.

The sound of my front door opening and closing and soft footsteps on my hallway floor made me open my eyes, bringing me out of my fantasy world. I had been trying to soothe myself to sleep with thoughts of the man I adored. Picturing his face, his arms around me; I could almost feel the warmth of his body pressed against mine. My bedroom door opened and I sat upright, my gaze landing on the dark head of hair and brown eyes as he entered the room. My heart leapt inside me, dancing with joy to see him tip toeing inside. His eyes met mine and he smiled so warmly. I pulled the covers back, silently inviting him to join me, glad that tonight I would not need to comfort myself with only dreams of him. He quickly undressed and climbed into bed, wrapping the duvet around us, and then his arms around me. He held me so tightly to him, breathing deeply as I returned his embrace with equal relief and happiness. I buried my face into his neck, laying tender kisses across his skin. There were no words to express how I felt, all I could do was kiss him repeatedly, making my way up to his lips. They met my kiss and we lingered together, sensually breathing our love into the other, letting our devotion and care flow between us with each movement of our lips. The kiss was slow and smooth, deepening slightly as my fingers curled into his hair. We parted and he guided my head back to his shoulder, enjoying our close embrace for a few minutes before laying his head upon the pillow so we could look upon each other. His foot found my legs and tugged at them gently to entwine with his. His fingers began to make circles across my back and shoulder, gazing at me with that beautiful hint of a smile. His eyes shimmered with fealty and adoration, which hit me suddenly in the abdomen, shooting warm ripples of pleasure through my entire being. I gasped sharply, smiling warmly and reflecting devotion back at him as my fingers moved to brush into his hair and sweep across his cheek. They traced across his right eyebrow and down his temple, moving slowly across his face as my eyes watched their path. My eyes found his smile and I moved to press my lips to his once more, pouring my love into him tenderly. Our tongues began their gentle dance and I shuddered a sigh into his mouth as his arms once again pulled me against his body. I felt his hardened shaft between my legs and we both pressed against each other, aching to join. As our kiss parted I closed my eyes for a moment, a shy smile forming as I felt myself blush. I moved to push him gently on to his back, climbing to kneel between his legs. I lay myself over his body, fluttering kisses across his skin. I grazed my lips along the curve of his neck and shoulder, letting my hot breath caress across his collarbones, kissing down his chest and sucking at his nipples. My fingers ran down his sides to his hips as I made my way downward, looking up at him with an impish smile. His hands were lingering on my arms and I grinned and bit my lip, teasing him with my eyes. I sat upright and began to gently brush my fingers from his knees upwards, along his inner thighs and grazing past his balls. Moving my hands in the air above his body, I let him feel the warmth without touching, randomly letting my fingers brush over his skin quickly. Bending forwards, I enveloped his shaft between my breasts, pushing upwards and grasping his hips firmly. I bent my head to gently lick his tip and then returned my gaze to his. He half closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in deeply through a smile of wondrous delight. I continued to lay kisses across his torso, grinding my chest over his shaft and squeezing my bosom around him with my arms, teasing him now and again with my tongue flicking across his tip. A quiet moan escaped him, and his eyes spoke of joy. I moved downward, pushing myself to lean higher above him. With my right hand I stroked across his abdomen until my fingers found his shaft, holding him upward and slowly began to wrap my lips around his tip. I flicked my tongue in slow circles, bending further downward to let him slide into my mouth. Slowly I moved him inside until he was pressing against the back of my throat. I pushed my tongue to squeeze him and began to bring my head back up to his tip, flicking over the top. I set a slow but steady rhythm, tilting my head so I could look up now and again to watch his reactions. His fingers grasped into my hair, small moans leaving him, his body jolting a little each time he hit the back of my throat. I began to quicken my pace a little, continually swirling my tongue to further tease his senses. He grabbed my arm and squeezed it, fighting his own body to not thrust into me. I moaned onto him as his reactions began to excite me, tides of pleasure crashing through me. This seemed to feed his growing salacity, and my body convulsed with a sudden explosion of euphoria within. I pulled away, continuing to tease his tip with my fingers and palm, his body quaking and jolting rapidly. He pulled at my arm, and I climbed up his body to sit above him. We gazed at each other, both aching to couple, and I reached to push him to my opening. I let my hands rest upon his chest, slowly pushing my hips down. He slipped suddenly inside me and my muscles tightened around him as a tide of rapture flooded my body. I felt myself begin to shudder, my legs twitching and my abdomen convulsing hard. This made his eyes widen and his mouth open in a silent groan of ardor. His hands moved to grasp my hips so he could follow and guide my movements as I began to roll them, letting his shaft glide across every pleasure point and ridge, into my fiery depths. “Oh no,” I whispered, my eyes widening as the animal within awoke suddenly. I began to tremble with the effort to hold back the lascivious frenzy that threatened to engulf me. I grunted and curled my lips, pushing down upon him harder and harder, letting him hit something within that screamed with rapacious ecstasy. My carnality wanted to be free, my fingers aching to dig into his flesh, my body tightening and overcome with a deep hunger. I was struggling to maintain a slow and steady pace, the fire building into an inferno within. He moved suddenly and pushed me to the side. He rolled my body so I was facing away from him on my side, pressing himself into my curves and wrapping his arms around me tightly. He thrust himself back into my warmth and I screamed out with rapturous jubilation. I threw my right hand back to cup his cheek as we moved together. I pushed back onto his every thrust, my body beginning to throw itself wildly, bucking and quaking as my fervor grew to a pitch. I fell from the height of Heaven, plummeting downwards rapidly only to be thrown back skyward, soaring ever higher to suddenly plunge back down again repeatedly. He grabbed my hands and pushed them forwards, holding my wrists in front of me as I arched backwards into him, my legs entwined and held between his. Holding my wrists with one hand, he pulled at my right thigh so I moved my leg to wrap itself backwards around his body, clutching it firmly to him. Deeper he thrust into me and I called out as the sensations amplified. He nuzzled into my neck, his hot breath sending further shivers of elation to coalesce with the frenzy of exhilaration inside me. It was beautiful, sweet agony, drowning in our passion for one another repeatedly, tortured screams of bliss ripping out of my throat to pierce the air. I turned my head and sank my teeth into his arm, nibbling and biting at his flesh, trying not to bite down too hard. I kissed and nibbled at him between groans and cries of nirvana. His fingers dug into my thigh, a shuddered groan escaping his mouth. He moved me once again, pulling me onto my back and climbing to lay between my legs. I wrapped them around his waist, locking my feet together as he plunged inside me. His hands cupped my cheeks, his gaze fixed to my eyes as he thrust deeply, hitting a point inside that made me tighten almost painfully around him. But it was divine and I nearly sobbed with the deepest pleasure. “There!” I moaned. His jaw tightened as he continued to thrust a little harder, his pace still slow. I screamed with delirium at every thrust, moving my legs to grip his buttocks and pull at him, guiding his movements and pushing my hips up to meet him. My fingers gripped his shoulders, and I tried to hold his gaze and not close my eyes. Onwards he drove into me, and I trembled, feeling weak and desperate. I begged him with my eyes, pulling him into me, moving my fingers into his hair and around his neck. I called to him with my moans and my mind, screaming inside my adoration for him. He threw himself around me, thrusting quicker and clutching my body firmly to his as his excitement reached its peak. His soft moans in my ear reached within me to add fuel to my fire, and I clung to him desperately as suddenly he released himself, his pleasure spreading within me. My fingers brushed through his hair at the back of his head, his lips grazing my shoulder as we began to return slowly from our beautiful high. He moved and leaned his forehead to my chest, sighing deeply as I caressed his neck and shoulders. After a few minutes he moved to lay on his back and gently guided me to him. I lay my head upon his chest and curled around him, his arms enveloping me in his loving embrace. Listening to the steady beat of his heart was soothing, and the glow of unity and devotion was wonderful. I sighed with contentment, hearing his breathing deepen; he had drifted away to sleep so I closed my eyes and allowed myself to join him. I had never felt so safe and so peaceful.

I took one last look in the mirror to make sure I looked okay. I was blushing just gazing at my own reflection, my stomach fluttering with excited anticipation of the knock at the door to announce the arrival of the man I loved. I looked myself over again, uncertain if I was being too forward with my attire. I had ordered a new corset in preparation for our weekend away to see a show, but in a moment of daring I had decided to wear it to surprise Jeremy this evening. It had only been a couple of days since I'd seen him but my arms had been longing to hold him, my fingers were aching to touch his skin and my body was on fire with yearning. The corset was red and black brocade in a floral design with black lace trim and a halter neck that tied with black satin ribbon. It really gave me that hourglass figure women seemed to long for. I had toyed with the idea of opening the door in just my corset and underwear, which were black lace french knickers. However, as much as I could be flirtatious and a little wanton perhaps, I knew I did not have the confidence. So I had slipped into a wine red full length skirt. I'd made up my face and straightened my hair, adding a satin poppy I had made as a finishing touch. Even I had to admit I did look quite good, but in a moment of panic I ran back to my bedroom to slip a short black robe over the top. Just as I was tying it closed the knock I had been waiting excitedly for was heard. My stomach jolted a little and I felt myself blush again as I took a deep breath, trying to remain casual as I strolled to open the door. As it swung open my eyes swept over Jeremy and another small shock of arousal swept through my abdomen. He stood with his head tilted to one side wearing a somewhat shiny grey suit and black collar-less top underneath; this was a casual look for him. He was unshaven, his cheeks dotted with stubble and his top lip and chin showing a couple of days growth. Ruggedly handsome, I thought. His lips wore that familiar hint of a smile and his eyes sparkled with glee. I stepped back and allowed him to pass, closing the door and turning to face him. “I've missed you,” he said. He had lingered just behind me and before I could greet him with words, his hands pulled me to him. One slipped into my hair and the other curled around my waist. His lips pressed to mine quickly but softly, slowly teasing my senses to life, sensually dancing with mine and parting to allow our tongues their tango. Every flick and twirl, every movement of our lips sent wonderful waves of delight rippling downwards to collect in my abdomen, spilling over to fill me with heat between my legs. An ache began to grow and I shuddered a moan into his mouth, sending my fingers over his chest to glide up his neck. I cupped his right cheek and pressed my body into him. His hand on my waist held me just a little tighter, his fingers teasing through my hair to caress the nape of my neck. Another quiet moan escaped my throat and Jeremy began to trail kisses across my cheek and down the right side of my neck. His hand moved from my hair and grasped my hip and he turned me quickly, pulling me back against his body. I lay my head back on his shoulder as he continue to graze my neck with his lips, seeming to savour the taste of my skin. He stopped and I turned to look at him with wide eyes and trembling lips. He had awoken my body deeply and now I was glad at my choice of clothes. But he had yet to see what lay beneath my robe, so I took his hand and walked silently, guiding us into my bedroom. I had been busy earlier in preparation for his arrival, and Jeremy gazed at the candles I had lit, the sweet scent of lavender wafting around us from my oil burner. There was the soft sound of a piano filling the air from my laptop, one of his favourite tracks. Jeremy turned to face me, his lips parted softly, hinting a smile and his eyes glinting in the candlelight. I was still feeling a little self-conscious, my body trembling under Jeremy's gaze. His eyes were lit with more than candlelight, and with trembling fingers I slowly untied my robe, opening it to reveal my corset. My breathing was short and shallow, and I felt myself flush all over. Jeremy stepped toward me, his expression one of deep appreciation almost like he was studying art. He reached out and swept his fingers from my hips to the swell of my bosom, his gaze drinking me in. One hand found its way to my cheek, his thumb moving back and forth across my skin. I began to drown in those hazel eyes, tremulous with anticipation. His other hand moved to my waist, caressing the fabric of my corset lovingly. Jeremy bent forward and leaned his cheek to my temple, sighing softly and nuzzling against me. His lips began to graze downwards until they reached my neck again, his hot breath sending shivers of bliss down my spine. I heard myself make a sound like a whimper, shuddering as he continued to brush his mouth across my skin, kissing his way back up to my lips. He brought forth another soft moan from me as my yearning for him deepened. I felt dizzy with the beautiful feelings of elation that radiated from our kiss to engulf us. He pulled away and continued to gaze down at me with that look of devotion. He seemed transfixed and deeply grateful and I gasped as his eyes whispered to me. My stomach jolted with the growing fire that threw sparks outwards to the tips of my toes. His hands left me to unfasten his suit jacket buttons and I found some strength to reach and help him ease it from his shoulders and off his arms. He quickly removed his top and undid his belt and zipper, pushing his trousers and boxers down and stepping out of them. His fingers slid across my waist again and he turned me slowly to face the door. He eased my skirt down slowly and let it drop to the floor. It was then he saw my underwear and he began to stroke across my hips. I could hear his breaths shuddering out of his mouth as he tucked his thumbs into the elastic and pulled downwards. His palm on my back pushed me to lean forwards and I reached to brace myself against the door. Jeremy brushed his fingers across my hips and pressed himself into the curve of my buttocks. I could feel his hardened shaft against me and he gently began to push himself into my warmth. I gasped as he slid inside slowly, he was throbbing against every inch of me until he reached his hilt. The deep ache seemed to cry out in my depths with relief and my voice broke as I groaned. I felt myself clamp around him and heard his low growl of palliation. His hands moved to my waist and he grasped tightly as he pulled back until he was almost out, lingering for a moment as I squeezed his tip and then pushed slowly back inside me. The gentle and slow movements oscillated such opulent feelings of delirium through my entire body, each cell reverberating with euphoria. My body began to judder and buck as the ebb and flow of my pleasure began to deepen, undulating harder and crashing through me. My muscles squeezed tighter around his shaft and my legs began to ache. I lifted one foot and brushed it over his inner calf, moaning and crying out with delight. Jeremy pulled out and moved me suddenly toward my bed. He pulled me upright and caressed the fabric of my corset once more, his fingers finding the ribbon and undoing it to loosen the back. Quickly, I undid the front and we let it fall to our feet. He pushed me forward and I crawled onto the bed, his palms guiding me to turn and I lay on my back, gasping with excited breaths as he moved to lay between my legs. He reached between us and guided himself back inside me and I arched my back, his arms sweeping around my shoulders, letting his fingers glide across my cheeks. He lowered his head, brushing those beautiful lips across my throat, continuing his slow and steady rhythm, rolling his hips gracefully. My legs locked around his waist and I smiled up at him with tear filled eyes. My thoughts raced with words I desperately wanted to speak; to tell him how beautiful he was inside, how he filled my soul with wonderful happiness such as I'd never known before. I wanted to fill him with my love and shine warmth into his heart, just as he did for me. He was the light in my darkness, if I could shine half as brightly into his, it might be enough to ease his fears. But those words would not form, instead a tear fell as I cried out my joy. It grew stronger and my lips spread with a smile of pure wonder, building up inside my chest until I was laughing through my teary elation. His fingers continued to stroke my face softly, his eyes watching my glowing euphoria with silent reverence. It made my body sing, that look of veneration he wore, and I called out my melody of rapacious delight louder and higher. Jeremy rolled us on to our sides and I threw my hands back to pull a pillow down for us to rest on. He let the fingers of his free hand roam to gently caress my eyebrow, temple and cheek while his other hand tenderly teased through my hair at the nape of my neck. His gaze never faltered, never leaving my eyes, watching every sigh, smile and laugh. I threw my head back a little as the waves crashed higher inside me. I climbed to the meridian of Heaven, where the colours around me burst with light and seemed brighter somehow. “Oh god!” I cried, my body bucking and fluctuating. And then the delirium turned into shock as every muscle I had tensed suddenly, my hips pushing down onto his shaft harder and harder. My eyes flew open wider, my fingers curled around his shoulder and then flew down to grasp at his thigh. I pulled on his flesh, digging my fingertips into him and Jeremy thrust inside me and held himself deep within. He groaned as the tightening continued and I screamed out with the delicious agony of it. The sound of his voice only deepened my aching muscles to tighten more, which just made him groan louder. Suddenly something felt like it broke and my body snapped backwards and began to shake as ripples of extreme elysium coursed through me. Jeremy held on to me tightly, whispering his own feelings of surprised delirium. forwards I was thrown and he wrapped both arms around me, enveloping me in his embrace. I buried my face into his neck, clinging desperately to him, afraid to let go, fearful he might let go. suddenly and swiftly Jeremy moved me onto my back again and grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. I was still bucking beneath him as he began to thrust himself into my slippery depths faster, and I howled and screamed my fervor and clamped my legs around his body. “Yes!” I screeched, now feeling raw and ravenous with a deep hunger and ache. “More? Harder?” I asked, almost commanding my wants upon him. my voice was gravelly and I growled, curling my lips and baring my teeth slightly like a wild animal. He pushed harder and his jaw clenched, his eyes fixed with intent. His passion was exploding and he grunted, panting out barely audible words. I thought I heard ‘oh god’ and smiled wickedly through my moans, now lifting my hips to meet his movements. His grip on my wrists loosened and my hands flew to his shoulders, my right sliding up his neck and into his hair, very gently gripping onto it. “Fuck me,” I ordered, not knowing why I blurted the words. He groaned suddenly and convulsed hard, throwing himself around me, burying his face into my neck and holding on for dear life as his pleasure burst into me. I pushed my hips up hard and squeezed my legs tightly around his waist to keep him deep inside me as the warmth of his seed made me shudder violently. The relief was overwhelming and I began to sob. He moved to press his lips to mine softly and then gazed down at me with a smile that reached deep inside me, making my heart ache as it mirrored the adoration I saw. He wiped my tears away tenderly and stroked my cheek and lips. That gleam in his eyes; the aching pressure in my chest was threatening to burst. And before I knew it, I heard my voice. “I love you,” I said, almost in a whisper. His smile seemed to soften as my words reached his ears. His eyes still wore the light of reverence inside them and he pressed his lips to mine once more, holding me tenderly and filling me with his care. He couldn't say the words, but I didn't need him to; his body and his eyes told me so much more than words ever could.

My concentration was failing me, why was it so difficult to keep my eyes fixed towards the TV? They kept wandering across the space to steal glances at my companion. My heart was racing inside me, thumping so fast and so loud it was a wonder he couldn't hear it. It felt like the air around us was electrified and my body tingled. It was almost like it was yelling at me to move, to touch him in some way, craving for his arms around me, his lips against mine. There wasn't a lot of distance between us but it felt like a gaping chasm. I must have seemed a little distracted when he spoke, finding it difficult to concentrate when my mind was arguing with me so avidly. But I couldn't bring myself to be so forward and make the first move to be more intimate. What if I was wrong and he didn't want that? What if I embarrassed myself? not to mention the fact that if I moved to cuddle up to him it would make it plainly obvious of how I felt. He moved his hand and slid it around me, gently guiding me into his embrace. I couldn't help but jolt a little, startled out of my inner argument by the very thing I was craving; his touch. My reactions seemed to split in two; one side was now placated, no longer arguing. It sighed with relief and completely relaxed into him. Ah yes, this was good, this was where it wanted to be; it felt nice, it felt right. A warm glow swept through my body and I fought hard not to vocalise the relief with a sigh. The other side began to panic, however. Oh my god he has his arm around me, what do I do now? Where should I put my hand? Against my side? curled into my chest? Across his body? on his chest? What would each one mean to him? And while it panicked my hand had a life of its own and slipped across his body to settle in the middle of his chest. The action seemed to silence the panic and my whole body sighed and completely relaxed for a moment. With my head resting just under his shoulder, I tucked my legs up behind me, still not able to concentrate on the film we were watching. Instead all I could focus on was the steady beating of his heart. It sounded wonderful and began to lull me completely. I couldn't help a deep sigh escape me and he moved his head to look down at me. I looked up and caught his gaze for a moment. There was a soft smile on his lips and his eyes twinkled with amusement. I flinched a little as a bolt of unexpected pleasure shot through me. His eyes always seemed to have that effect. I smiled and blushed and broke the gaze, returning my attention back to the TV. Did he notice? Could he see in my eyes that sudden arousal? Think of something else… A minute or so later I was completely relaxed again, and my fingers began to move on their own once more. Very softly and slowly, they began to caress his chest through his shirt. When I realised what I was doing another little panic broke out, should I stop? Should I even be doing that? But within seconds it was eased by the sensation of his hand reciprocating by caressing my hip. Another little wave of excitement flooded through me. That felt so good; to be gently touched and caressed. As my mind focused on every movement his fingers made it began to send wonderful ripples of delight up and down my spine. The ripples became waves, the waves became faster until I couldn't fight my body's reactions and I shuddered, a small moan escaping my lips. I feared he would stop, but he carried on as if not noticing. The oscillations seemed to augment as his fingers continued to roam across my hip and along my side to my waist, the time between each shudder decreasing. My body was being overwhelmed by the elation he was giving me, I could no longer keep my sighs and moans quiet. I curled my fingers into the fabric of his shirt, holding on as if afraid to fall away. Heat was engulfing me and my hunger for him was building to a pitch. I knew what was going to happen, but how was it possible with just a caress through my dress? I fought against it but in vain. I reached the peak of my excitement and seemed to dive off the edge, my body convulsing as tidal waves of delirium surged through me. I curled up into him and held on tightly as my senses gave way to the sensual rapture. The air was pierced with the sounds of my pleasure and the fire within me exploded into an inferno. And still he did not stop, turning to watch as I quaked violently in his embrace. As I hit the bottom I was sent straight back up to ride the tide of bliss again and again. I felt weak, my body screaming with sweet agony, begging him to join with me. The ache was torture; I needed him to be inside me and yet I couldn't move. I felt the urge to leap on top of him and rip our clothes away, press my lips to his and devour the passion, but my muscles would not obey me. I convulsed hard and threw myself backward, his arms holding me up now. Our eyes met once more, mine beseeching him, half closing as another wave of voracity drowned me. He moved suddenly, laying us down and pressing his lips to mine. I moaned into his mouth as the relief ripped through me, our tongues dancing together passionately. My leg moved to wrap around him, pulling him to lay between them. He slipped his fingers across my cheek and into my hair, the other hand clutching my thigh around his waist. my hands roamed across his neck and shoulders, my body moving to press against him, telling him silently I wanted him inside me. His fingers swept down my thigh and slipped between us, quickly undoing his trousers and pushing them down a little. He moved my underwear aside and pushed into my warmth. I groaned loudly as a shock of beautiful ecstasy exploded from my abdomen. I looked up at him, the relief he felt making him close his eyes for a moment. His lips returned to mine, and yet he did not begin to thrust, seeming content to just be inside me. I wrapped my other leg around him and pulled my hips up, holding him so he was pushed inside a little deeper. His kiss moved to my neck and then slowly but firmly, he began to move within me. My eyes widened with amazement at the sensation; it was intoxicating and exquisite. I felt his tip rub over every pleasure spot I didn't even know I had, each one sending tremors of euphoria racing through me. My body had a life of its own, bucking and quaking with every pulse of delight. He leaned up to watch my face, our eyes locking together to speak silently to each other. I placed one foot on the sofa and pushed myself up to meet his thrusts, my fingers brushing into the hair at the nape of his neck. I reached my peak once more and leapt off; it felt like I was now soaring and flying like a bird, riding the wind and dipping low to swoop back towards the heavens. My eyes were trickling with tears of joy and I clung to him desperately, almost screaming with voracious rhapsody. As the rush of another climax overwhelmed me I threw my head back. His lips brushed over my throat, his breath on my skin making me squeal as it added fuel to my fiery ardor. Something new began to swell in my depths; something carnal, something desperate and ravenous for him. My moans became growls and grunts, my fingers clutching and pawing at him, digging into his arms and shoulders. I pushed my hips up harder to meet him and then wrapped my leg around his buttocks, pulling at him to plunge into me harder and deeper. My lips curled as the animal within emerged, the urge to bite him presenting itself. But I couldn't do that; I knew if I did I would bite down too hard. He saw the change and it seemed to incense him, lighting a fire within to mirror my own. His pace quickened, his thrusts just a little harder as I groaned and called to him with my eyes. They spoke of urges and desires that lay hidden inside, things no one truly understands and cannot really explain. They called for him to join with me, to release his control and let go, to lay within me and become one. I craved his climax and begged him vehemently. His arms around me tightened their embrace, his eyes now focused and fixed, his jaw tightening as he began to reached his meridian. My moans became higher pitched again, clinging to his body and closing my eyes, waiting for his release eagerly. Harder he thrust, a little faster, his fingers brushing into my hair so he could cup both my cheeks. I opened my eyes again and gazed into his, now beseeching him weakly. His lips parted and his eyes closed tightly for a moment and then flew open once more as his pleasure left him. He thrust hard and held himself deep inside me, groaning out his relief as the waves of elation engulfed him. His whole body seemed to lose its strength and he collapsed down, wrapping himself around me and nuzzling into my neck. He kissed my skin and sighed heavily, murmuring his appreciation. After a few minutes he moved to look into my eyes once more and I smiled and stroked his cheek tenderly. His were filled with radiant light, his expression beguiling and showing his reverence. He moved and lay his head down upon my chest, to do as I had before to him, listening to my heartbeat with contentment. I let my fingers wander through his hair, sighing deeply and feeling truly happy.

We cuddled into each other unable to move or do more than sigh contentedly, basking in the glow of each other’s satisfaction and happiness. I knew then I would love this man for the rest of my life.

There was a knock at the door and I looked at my watch. It was 10pm, and I didn't get many visitors generally, so was puzzled as to who could be knocking so late. Moving quickly down the hall, I grabbed the handle and opened the door, but not far, leaning round to peer outside into the darkness. My eyes landed on a familiar face, and I looked at Jeremy with shock, staring at him for what seemed like forever. My lips trembled with a silent stutter of words that were trying to form. I opened the door wider and took a good look at his face. Something struck me right away when my eyes studied him. Jeremy’s usual confident stance was a little less so today. He usually stood with his back straight and greeted me with his head slightly to one side to give me a small but playful smile, his eyes twinkling with a little mischief but delight at seeing me. He would give me a sweep of his eyes, taking me in for a moment, as if to truly appreciate everything about me, seeing me with fresh eyes every time. But at this moment his shoulders were drooped, his head a little lower, his smile and eyes seeming tired. He still took me in with that same sweep, but the delight was interlaced with relief. I stepped back to let him enter. I was now a little concerned as he usually appeared to be so sure of himself. I knew his week so far had been tiring and stressful at work, not to mention the stress my drama was adding to his life. I felt so guilty that Amanda was causing so much trouble, she was my friend and I felt responsible for her actions. Jeremy walked through the door and turned to watch me close it. He had walked like all his energy was somewhat depleted. We had not seen each other since the morning before when he had left my flat to go to work, and my stomach fluttered at seeing him, even if he did look tired. I reached my hands out and cupped his cheek with my right hand, running my left over the fabric of his suit and to his neck. I gazed into his eyes and smiled a small smile, speaking silently of my propensity for him, my concern for his well being and my yearning to bring him a little comfort. Tenderly I leant up a little and pressed my lips to his, making the kiss full of compassion, softly letting him know I would take care of him. I caressed my fingers into his hair, the kiss not becoming frenzied as it sometimes did, remaining gentle, drawing him a little more into me, wanting to give him pleasure and fill him with warmth. Jeremy suddenly pulled me against him hard, awakening my arousal deeply. His lips drew from me soft moans and gasps, his tongue writhing around to flick against mine. His kiss was full of need and wanting. I parted us and looked at him with much more concern now. Something had happened, but I wouldn't ask what, I would let him open up to me. It was clear he needed me, he needed to entwine and find comfort in our bodies becoming one. I took his hand without a word and calmly led him into my bedroom, closing the door and turning back to him. He took me firmly into his arms again, but I shook my head, slipping my hands round his neck and caressing his skin to tell him with my eyes that it was my turn to be in control. He always made sure I was completely satisfied without so much as a thought for himself, so it was time I returned the favour. I kissed him once more, still softly, teasing his tongue with mine. My fingers moved to undo the buttons of his jacket and slowly took it off. Then I undid his shirt, running my hands over his bare skin. His lips moved across mine with a little more fire now, simmering our passions on a low heat. I moved my kisses to his cheek, neck and shoulder, nuzzling into him and helping remove his shirt. He lay it over the things on top of a wooden chest beside us, returning his hands to my body to now begin to help me remove my dress. He slipped the sleeves off my shoulders and helped me gently bring it down and drop it to my feet. Moving his mouth now smoothly over my neck, his fingers undid the clasp of my bra behind my back and eased it from my arms. I pulled him to me again, letting our skin touch, letting my warmth enter him, stroking along his back and shoulders, as my lips returned to his to continue the slow smolder of the gentle ache of desire building between us. He undid his belt and trousers and kicked them off and then grasped my underwear and pushed down to let them fall to the floor. I let our fingers entwine and I turned him, guiding him to move backwards to my bed. When he felt it behind his legs he sat down and I moved to straddle his lap. He was hard with wanting, and his shaft rested on my lower abdomen. I drew his arms around me and then ran my fingertips up his back, over his shoulder and neck and into his hair, moving his head slowly forward to rest his forehead against my chest. I was slowly grinding my hips to push against him, caressing his scalp. Tilting his face upwards I lay soft fluttering kisses over his forehead and temples, then looking tenderly into his eyes. “Lay back,” I whispered, standing up and placing my hand on his chest to guide him backwards. He moved so he was now laying down fully on the bed, his head resting on my pillow. I crawled onto the bed beside him, leaning over him to continue laying evocatively amorous kisses over his chest and shoulders and moving so I sat astride him. Very gently and tentatively, I eased his shaft inside me and moved slowly down until I was sat on top of him. Jeremy shuddered and let out a soft moan, as did I, but upon hearing his voice my muscles tightened around him. Still leaning forwards with my face inches from his I began to teasingly and rhythmically rock my hips, rolling them in a circular motion to ease myself up and down over his shaft, making his tip rub against every ridge and fold inside me. Our breathing was smooth and steady, seemingly in time with each other, and looking into his eyes made my body sing with wonderful elation. My forearms were rested on his shoulders, my hands in his hair at the back of his head, slowly moving in circles through the strands. His hands were resting just on my waist and he moved his hips, thrusting very slowly in time with my rolling motions. The intensity of pleasure was moving from a slow simmer ever upwards, increasing the waves of ecstasy steadily. This was not all consuming passion, this was smooth and slow, this was compassion and devotion. We moved in this way for what seemed like forever in minutes, not racing to finish, just gently enjoying each others bodies, bringing each other ripples of joy and comfort with our togetherness. Our lips met and deepened the blissful unity. My hands never left his neck, cheeks and hair, my eyes rarely breaking their gaze with his. This made me buck and moan but I was determined to control it and keep from losing myself to the euphoria. I wanted to take him with me smoothly and steadily. I quickened our pace and sat a little more upright as the waves grew higher inside us, my muscles clamping around him harder and harder with each bolt of voracious elation. I supported myself with my hands on his chest, now grinding a little harder and faster. The slow simmer was now a gentle boil, becoming steadily stronger as our passion began to erupt and bubble between us. He was thrusting upwards a little harder to meet me as I moved downwards. I closed my eyes and arched back, my body beginning to convulse, my thighs shaking wildly, sending vibrations from my body and into his. He let a louder moan escape him and it pushed me up and over my peak. I clamped around him and pushed down hard, throwing my body wildly. This seemed to push him further upwards in his climb to the crest of his excitement. Gripping my hips firmly he began to thrust into my warmth quicker reaching deep inside me as I continued to arch back and jerk forward. I collapsed on top of him and his arms wrapped around me. Moaning near his ear we drove onwards together until I hit another peak, one much higher than before. I clawed at my pillow, and then he told me he was going to release himself. I moved quickly and wrapped my lips around his tip, letting his pleasure fill my mouth, gently sucking to draw from him every drop. He groaned and let his fingers curl into my hair until he could take no more, becoming sensitive. I swallowed his seed and sucked any moisture from my lips. Crawling back up his body I brought him to me to lay on our sides. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily, but there was a blissful smile on his lips and an air of extreme relaxation in him now. Lovingly, I stroked his right eyebrow and down his cheek repeatedly and let him slowly drift to sleep within the safety of my embrace. Continuing to caress and stroke his skin, I lulled his senses and then I closed my eyes and joined him in my dreams.

My body felt heavy and there was fog inside my mind as I roused from my deep sleep. I could feel the warmth of a familiar body wrapped around mine, his scent filling my lungs and making me feel safe. His fingers very slowly and softly ran across my cheek. Those fingers brushed my hair away from my face and continued to stroke my skin, travelling along the curve of my neck and shoulder, and then back up to my temple repeatedly. I smiled without opening my heavy eyes and moaned softly with delight, gently nuzzling the hand that was exploring my skin and loving me deeply. It awoke my body from its slumber and aroused my senses and yearning. Onwards those fingers swept, tenderly showing the affection their owner had for me and I sighed deeply, so relaxed and enjoying the sensation immensely. My sleepy smile widened and slowly I opened my eyes to stare into the hazel depths that were Jeremy's. He seemed not to notice I'd awoken, watching his fingers toying with my hair and brushing over my chin, skimming upwards to sweep across my left eyebrow. He was far away again, lost in thought with a beautifully soft smile upon his lips. If only I could hear those thoughts, for his expression told me they were peaceful and warm. It filled me with light and bliss, and I ached to shower him with my devotion. I moved my own hand from where it rested on his side, curling them around the curve of his body and gliding upward to grasp the back of his shoulder. His far away thoughts were broken and he focused on my eyes, realising I was now awake and his smile deepened with gentle happiness. No words were spoken, we just lay holding each other tenderly and gazing into the others eyes. I felt like I would burst with the love I felt for him, aching to express it somehow. I searched my brain for the words but nothing seemed to describe my emotions. I moved my hand from his back to brush through his dark, silky hair and cup his cheek. Where words failed me, only touch could speak what needed to be said. I could tell him so much more with my body than words could ever express, and I feared the sound of my voice would break the spell we seemed to be under, bringing us back to reality too soon. I leaned forward and gently pressed my lips to his, closing my eyes to savour the wonderful flood of bliss that engulfed my entire being. Soft and slow, sensually breathing life into each other with our kiss, showing the deepest adoration we shared with the other. My breath shuddered out of my mouth in a whispered sigh and I felt myself trembling as the slow simmer of love began to bubble and boil into passion. Jeremy's arms swept around me tightly and he rolled on to his back, lifting me to sit astride him. I sat upright, my hands pressing softly down on his chest, gently grinding my hips to move myself over his hardened shaft and tease his wanting. His breathing deepened and he let his fingers glide across my hips, to guide my movements. I lifted up and reached down, grasping his shaft and easing him inside me, pushing slowly until he was deep within. My whole body tensed and I clamped around him, moaning with the relief. Slowly rocking my hips, beginning to roll them in a circular motion, I eased myself up and down, shuddering with delight as his tip rubbed across every ridge and fold inside me. His fingers grasped my hips a little harder and I began to push down with more force, letting him hit that wonderful pleasure point at the very end of my sheath. One hand moved to run my fingers through his hair and downwards across his cheek. He leaned into my palm, never breaking eye contact. He stared into me, telling me silently how I made him feel. And my eyes mirrored his, whispering tales of his love bringing me back to life, his tenderness mending the cracks in my soul and his touch feeding the hunger and need that screamed within me. How I'd ever lived before now was unfathomable, my body and soul ached to touch him when we were apart. I lunged forward and pressed my lips to his deeply, letting my tongue flick and tease against his, devouring his kiss. I needed more, my hunger for him was insatiable, and I quickened my pace a little. The ache of euphoria was building within my abdomen, sending shivers of exquisite jubilation to pulsate through my veins. Jeremy lifted himself and me, moving suddenly so he could sit up, leaning against the headboard of his bed. I cried out with surprise and clung to him and then giggled and began to shower kisses across his forehead. I continued to roll my hips, pushing us higher towards the summit of our shared rapture. He gazed up at me, that beautiful look of wide-eyed awe making me quake as feelings of exhilaration surged through me. He watched my naked body writhing on top of him, my face contorting with divine ecstasy, almost as if worshipping a goddess who had decided to find herself a mortal man to enslave. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stole another passion fueled kiss, gasping and moaning into his mouth. If I was his goddess then he was my god, and I would honour him with my life, my mind and my body. I would praise him with my kiss and fill him with my reverence and devotion. He gasped and encircled me in his embrace, his arms around my back, pawing at my body and clutching me to him. “Do you see what you do to me?” he panted. The sound of his voice and the words he breathed exploded inside me and I threw myself back, arching my spine and howling toward the ceiling with agonising fervor as my body tensed and every muscle tightened around him. He moaned and leaned his forehead to my chest, his hot breath on my skin adding more fire to the blaze of my lascivious nirvana. His lips moved across my left breast and sucked my nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it. My body convulsed and bucked in his embrace and he pushed himself deeper and harder into my warmth, holding me firmly as the tidal wave of elysium engulfed me. I drowned myself in the beautiful passion we shared, screaming with joy as I willingly lost myself in him. Onwards he pushed into me, holding me fast as I quaked and bucked against his body. His mouth moved across my skin hungrily, nibbling and sucking, hot breaths sending ripples of delight repeatedly undulating through me. And I tightened around him, clutching and pawing his flesh, grasping through his hair. Devour me, I thought, consume me and let me be inside you. The euphoria billowed through me, sending me higher and higher, the aching need deepening. I grunted and pushed down harder onto his thrusts, suddenly wanting him inside me deeper. I growled out my fervor and looked down into his eyes, begging him silently to release his self control and lose himself within me. His eyes widened with a growing excitement, his jaw clenched as I cupped his face with both hands. “Please?” I moaned, not knowing how else to vocalise my desperate need. I couldn't even truly comprehend what it was I wanted, but my body screamed for him, aching so profoundly and threatening to tear itself apart. I needed him deeper inside me, I needed him to lay within me, I wanted his essence to join with mine and make me whole. Suddenly he threw me backwards and I landed on the mattress. I squealed with surprise, but he had moved to lay above me in seconds and he thrust himself into me once more. My hips pushed upwards to meet him, and I wrapped my body around his, entwining us again. I writhed beneath him as his lips tasted my throat and jaw, his soft moans in my ear making me convulse with ardor. He thrust hard, his pace slow still, and I felt the urge to drag my nails down his back. I couldn't do it; I couldn't hurt him, throwing my hand backward to claw the duvet, holding on for dear life. His pace quickened and I growled loudly, bucking hard and suddenly grabbing his shoulders. He pushed himself upwards so we could look into each other eyes, mine continuing to beseech him. “Please?” I whimpered again, weak with the desperation I felt. It sent a shock of elation crashing through him, his body tensing harder, his pace faster and he let out a groan that reverberated inside me. He moved his hands to cup my cheeks, his eyes unblinking and fixed to mine. “Oh god! Yes!” I cried out, wrapping my legs around his waist. His lips curled, his breathing raced, climbing to the apex of his excitement. I tried to hold his gaze and not close my eyes, wanting to see all he needed to show me inside those hazel pools. One hand reached to slide into my hair at the back of my head, the other remaining on my cheek but reaching his thumb across to touch my lips. I kissed it tenderly, half closing my eyes, pulling him with my legs. His lips parted and he panted a groan, and another, his eyes flying wide. He thrust hard as his pleasure entered me and I felt the relief wash over us. He thrust again, the second wave flooding my body and I called out, smiling brightly with joy. One more thrust and he lowered himself to lay fully against me, his heart next to mine, his face burrowing into my neck where he fluttered kisses of gratitude and adoration. “Do you see them?” he asked. “Do you see the words I cannot say? Do you see the way you make me feel?” I held him closer, my fingers stroking through his hair, the other hand clutching his back. “I see them,” I whispered. “They are more beautiful than I could ever imagine.” We lay entwined, letting our bodies recover, basking in the glow of wondrous devotion together.

You let our bodies drift apart and you bowed slightly to me to thank me for the dance. I found myself bobbing in a subtle curtsey. You made me feel like a Lady. You made me feel beautiful and desired. Living hundreds of life times of pleasure and happiness all in the space between our eyes, all in the safety of our minds.

29/12/2015

so what was the moral of that story? That’s right, children! Magical flowers are arseholes!!.

I did a little story for this while I was colouring as I kept seeing things in it. Once upon a time a dog was walking in a park and cocked his leg to take a pee on a pretty flower. The flower was magical and pleaded with the dog not to pee on her. If the dog didn't she would grant him a wish. The dog wished to be king of the world. He had a grand palace and so much gold and the humans worshipped him. But life grew tiresome and he longed for his simple carefree life again. so the dog went to find the magical flower and beg for the wish to be undone. The flower said no, you should be careful what you wish for. so the dog had the flower dug up and placed in the centre of a huge fountain in the palace grounds where the dog went and peed on her every morning. The moral of the story children? magical flowers are arseholes.

I worship your mind with my body. Joined together in ecstacy, our hearts racing to the same beat. Encircling you with my legs and arms, singing to you the sounds you love to hear. In this moment I am yours, in this moment you are mine. In this moment we are one.