Something personal from the eyes of a wanting woman (Some er..

Something personal from the eyes of a wanting woman (Some erotica) A Diary page The night wanes. The gentle rustle of wind creeps its way through the open window and tickles the chimes. The bottle of wine is half gone. Divinely wrapped in solitude and belonging, I take my glasses off, set them aside, and rest my face upon your chest. Your arms cradle me around the shoulders and hold me tight. “Mmm,” I whimper with absolute contentment. “Enjoying yourself, are we?” “It has been a long time since I have had any sort of uninterrupted cuddles and snuggling here with you is terribly wonderful.” “If you want something ‘terribly wonderful’ I could brew you some hot chai and we could eat shortbread cookies.” “That sounds fantastic but I do not what you to move.” I whimper again and squeeze you tightly in hopes of not letting you go. “Well, hun, if you want something sweet and warm you must choose between what I can make you or we can stay here with your head nestled against me. Either way, I am happy.” And I do not know why, but something right then clicked. It may have been the wine, the moment... but normally I am quite shy about things and this thought appeared to me and escaped my lips. “If you want something ‘hot and sweet‘, I could do something for you.” I feel a moment of embarrassment: almost as if I overstepped my bounds. I am unsure how the playful flirting will be perceived. But before I even had a chance to blush, you respond with firm words. “I am somewhat intrigued, I dare say. What do you have on your mind?” “Hmm, you will see.” I pick myself up off of your body and place you on the edge of a chair. Leaning forward, I allow you a quick glimpse of my cleavage. “Just enjoy the show.” You sit back: eyes waiting and watching and suddenly, the lust over a thousand years comes over me and my body begins to sway to ancient forbidden music. My hips rock back and forth to a silent drumbeat that was once lost in a desert oasis. The aura and lifeblood of a sensuous concubine flows through my body. And you, my Lord and master, observe my every move. My arms and hands dance across my own body and yours: a fleeting touch to spark intent and desire. With a simple spin, I hide away from you, only to undress my top and drop it daintily as lace. Without revealing the natural curves of my bosom, I pass behind you with a twirl and drape my arms around your shoulders. “Where have you gone? Slipped away like a c.h.i.l.d in a fairground.” “Do you miss me already?” I simply reply and immediately straddle your legs. My hair hanging down caressing my face. My breasts bare for you to enjoy. I thrust and try to grab you with my loins: revealing the burning passion within. “You look... magnificent, my dear.” Devilish, I grin as I nibble on the corner of my lip. It is hard to overcome the intoxication of desire but I surrender to the dance. I arise from your body and continue with impassioned movements. My fingers unbuckle my lower garments and they too fall gracefully. I bend over to reveal my hind side: an object that I know you admire fully. Completely undressed for your eyes only, my dance and gift continue. My body glistens with diamonds of moisture. I place myself, still writhing with obsession, back onto your lap. My arched back pressing into your chest, I lay back into you until my lips are dangerously close to your mouth. “What else do you wish of me?” How these words escaped, I do not know... but butterflies soon overtook my spirit. You grab me under my legs and lift so I was firmly sitting on your groin and whisper to me. “Play with yourself until you come for me.” And with a quick piercing bite on the ear, I give into temptation. A blistering hot sensation pours over my soul that I cannot escape. Cradled in your arms, my fingers run down the length of my body as command and peel away the anxiousness. I moisten the tips and rub them against my clitoris and with newborn excitement. I moan. To every command, I listen until my body and mind give into dominion. “Pinch your nipples,” you instruct and I obey. “Penetrate yourself with your fingers,” and I groan with delight. “I have one more offering for you. I hope you like it.” “I will enjoy anything you give me.” You slide your hand under and separate my buttocks until you find my tight delicate forbidden lair of infatuation and fervor. With one of your fingers, you violate me with intense delight and pleasure. Uncontrollably, I yelp but quickly your other hand covers my mouth to muffle the cries of stinging bliss. Again, you whisper. “Now, make yourself come.” Your fingers slowly continue to ravage my wanting ass with heavenly discomfort. My own fingertips, buzzing with electricity, find the hearth of orgasm and stoke the fires. The intense burning consumes me until my body can wait no more. I combust. Enflamed, I quiver and quake as colorful metaphors leave my lips. Convulsions ripple throughout my entire body: I thrash against you as I come seemingly again and again. My eyes close to see only darkness as the waves rush over me. ...and soon, I am spent. The furious inferno of my soul reduced to ash. I am yours.