An Insatiable Reverie

It began the day I found myself totally enamored with you.
The more I got to know you
The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into blurred visions of our bodies bending into sexual positions
With sheets ruffled, pillows tossed and you and I becoming…..

A reverie from which I must awaken myself.

Just to be near you my lips can’t resist the urge to kiss you.
To want to feel you so close to me that I don’t know where you end and I begin.
The urgency, the need, role playing a hot sweaty scene on my living room floor
Because we just can’t seem to make it to the bedroom door.
I want to burst into a flame of passion from your touch
Fanning myself from a fever of lust.
Feeling every kiss from your soft lips in places I won’t ever tell,
Feel you swell,
Inside of these soft places where you find escape.
Where nothing around us really matters
Except to quench the thirst that our bodies crave of one another.

Grab me firmly as I sit on my throne
Wet from anticipation feel my tremble, my violent tremble,
As I seek ecstasy in the thrust of your passion.
Heightened bliss as you pull my hair
Bite me here, no here, no there…

Don’t stop. Don’t. Ever. Stop.

I taste myself on your tongue
Knowing you can’t get enough of me.
Let my sweetness run down your fingers
As I change to a new position.
My finger nails draw a roadmap on your back
To my secret treasure.
Engulf yourself in its sweet nectar – that flow freely for you.
Let it whet your appetite although you have left mine insatiable –
In dire need, I’m damn near begging….

For just one more taste, just one more touch….another deep thrust…

As our sweaty bodies slowly grind in sync
Should I let my imagination spill over into reality?
If I beckon for you to come to me would you oblige?
I’m trying to make you call off from work so you can work me overtime.

And so I crave you in secret.
I harbor such intense feelings
I shy away from letting you know
That you’ve awakened an insatiable passion of a clandestine love whenever you’re near me.
Where my private thoughts imagine every inch of you in my mind.
I seek to invite you into my warmth where I offer you the moisture
Of heavy rainfall and rocky seas
Capsizing your boat in the deepness of me.

Let the sound of my screams of passion engulf you in my whispers of ecstasy
As I fantasize about your body against me deep, deeper baby
And feel you graze your fingers over every inch of me
So very deeply into me.
In my reverie I hear you
Saying my name; whispering my name.
Letting me know it’s been me you’ve lusted after.
Saying yes, over and over,
Because I’ve been daydreaming about our story,
Our candid encounter from the wilds of my passionate desire.
Craving only for the sweet repetition of my thoughts
Until a call, a voice, a thought brings me back into reality.

Passion Chronicles #1

The candlelight set the mood. It was a lazy day, but the sun was high and draining. Our skin was toasted from lounging outside in the hammock, although under the tree.

The bubble bath was warm, just enough to keep our body temperature. I rested against his chest as he rubbed his soapy hands tenderly up and down my chocolate thigh, which rested softly against his.

We laughed, talked and enjoyed one another’s company in that moment. I washed him, he washed me, kissing, sucking and licking a place here or there.

My, how being with him feels so…natural. Could I have honestly been made from his rib? What we have is just so rare. We talked of the fun we have in practicing to make our future baby. We REALLY have fun practicing.

Practice makes perfect as I step out of the bathtub and beckon his wet body to follow mine. Without missing a beat he hops out of the water and follows my footprints to the bed, where I’m butt naked and on all four.

His hand traces the curve of my backside from head to tail and pull me toward my heaven. I can feel him ready and pulsing, and my juices start flowing in anticipation.

Smack! His hand meets my backside before thrusting into my body with such power. I arch my back and throw my hips back at him. “I want you to take it,” I say, because I crave him so bad. “Take it all, baby, it’s yours,” I whisper as he thrusts again and again.

I feel his hand reach down and trace circles around my goodness. The double stimulation is making my body tighten and tremble. He grabs my hair and pulls it back, leaning down to whisper in my ear, ‘You gonna call me daddy yet?”

I throw a quick twist in my hip as I push right back and I hear him moan in ecstasy. “No,” I whisper, as I look over my shoulder and smile. “You may be the best damn lover, but I’m still not gonna call you daddy,” I say.

“Oh, but you will, baby. Oh but you will,” he says with a laugh. I start laughing, too, as we know all too well we say this every time.

We change positions and I find myself on top. My insecurity has vanished as I own the moment. I know it’s feeling good because the grip of his hands on my body is tightening. It feels so good even I can’t get enough.

I’m giving it to him like I’m hoola hooping, or like I’m a back ground dancer for Janet Jackson. I’m grinding my hips harder into his pelvis, trying to push him deeper and deeper inside of me. I’m sweating like I’m back outside in the heat. I’m riding my heat, and I feel like it’s ready to fully blaze.

“I’m coming, baby,” is all I hear as I grind harder and faster. He grabs my waist and squeezes me so tight. It feels so amazingly wonderful.

“Baby, I think everything left me but my soul,” I hear him say. Laughing, I agree.

“We definitely could have made a baby boy that time,” I say, with a smile.

“You so crazy,” he says, as he pulls me down for some tender kisses.

“Crazy about you,” I say, as I look into his eyes and thank God for blessing me with a wonderful man.

He says, “Not as crazy as me,” and flips me over on my back while leaving sensual kisses all over my body. They feel so nice and eventually lead to round two..

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