| Night Lust I heard the sound of music as her voice drifted through my mind. I felt her touch so soft and warm upon my skin and she touched my heart once again. A vision of her flashed it�s reel of memories and I watched with a smile. Her deft fingertips slid across temptation as her face lay against my chest tenderly placing soft kisses here and there. Temptation rose to the occasion and her fingers held it in her palm as it pleaded for attention. Her lips on mine I devoured her as our tongues entwined and fever heated moments burned with desire. Slowly like a hunter of the night she crept looming tall and graceful over me. Her masterful pleasures took rein and she commenced her dance of love. My hands cupped the warm soft globes as I kissed the tips and followed the valley. Her hair hanging from her bowed head as she bit her lip she clinched my sides with sharp nails and the heels of her hands balanced her leaning form. Writhing like a serpent she engulfed me and I felt the lifeblood of our bodies forming pools. Eyes closed as she tilted her head back she took me in deeper to the darkness of pleasure. Small gasps floated across the bed as she rode. My fingers slid across her hips to feel the supple flesh behind, smooth and creamy to the touch. Legs wide she entrapped me to her advantage as she took command. Feverishly she bucked and pitched till at last her energy spent and the eruption took over. Pausing she tightened as I felt her clamp down and drain the fluid of desire till every drop was gleaned. Burying her face in my chest she held her position crouched with a sway in her back gasping for air. Stretching full length now she rested contented on top of me. my heaven was complete. The goddess of seduction had fulfilled my dream of ecstasy. Temptation throbbing unchanged searched the dark void. Our lips met as we rolled and I began the slow deliberate rhythm she longed for. Lust and desire now sated we began our embrace of love so tender and sweet. The reel of film in my mind ended as I felt her nibble on my ear and heard her soft whispers. Then she slid over my body as I felt her warmth spread over me and the tickle below. The Masked Writer � 2002 T Lovett 08-15-02 |