The Craving



The morning light peeked ever so cautiously beneath the window curtain..hesitant to wake the slumber of the two figures wrapped in each other's arms. The pleasures of the previous night had left the two exhausted, as the remnants of the night before lay scattered on the floor around the place of their final lusting.

She awoke first. Quietly slipping from the room, hoping not to awaken him. She did not succeed in her efforts, as he, within minutes, was again next to her. Stroking her hair, he asked for more.

"How can you want more?" she asked, "I don't know if there is more. Last night, I was certain that your need, OUR need had been filled."

"But my darling, there has to be more. I hunger, I can never have enough. What we had last night was but a taste, it merely whet my appetite," he whispered in her ear, gently nibbling the nape of her neck between each word.

"Sit down, my darling, here, at the dining room table and I will search myself and if it is possible, I WILL give you more," she murmured softly, "I don't think we have ever satisfied this passion you so often crave here, in the dining room."

She fumbled with her gown, running her hands over it, as if searching for something, something,with which she could satisfy this urge that was beginning to permeate her very being also.

Then, just as this lusty craving, the passionate urge for the same beginning, the same end was about to consume them...she opened the robe, pulling something from the pocket....there would be a continuing of the lustful cravings they so enjoyed..

The anticipation. The scent of it hung heavy in the room....

She moved silently towards him...

She was being consumed by the passion of the moment as she neared him.. each step taking her closer to the one who would share this with her...

He closed his eyes..

She put her hand first to her mouth, licking the tips of her fingers...then to his mouth, sensuously tracing his lips with her finger.

He was in heaven..nothing was quite like this. No pleasure that he'd ever experienced could begin to compare to what he was now doing.



FRITOS !!!!......munch a bunch today.




Copyright 1998
Janet Nix



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