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i know what it’s like to play with fire. his name is charles. i’ve played with these matches before about 6 years ago. which of course makes it all the more exciting.
the time and space alone between now and then- would have been enough to ignite the spark but we added sight and touch- feel to the memories.
sight made it a caution but touch and feel made it dangerous and then there was sound...
i may have invited him to what was already a reality- unbeknownst to me until i overheard my thoughts. plotting. my desire bargained with my thoughts to maneuver my actions setting up ideals in every situation.
i started the touch also. but it wasn’t here that i felt warm. warmth from a fire not so far away. my touch was profane simple gestures- non suggestive completely different from the game plan of my mind.
and then came night.
it was when his hands mundanely touched my arms i experienced a surge so intense i felt my body tremble. i didn’t know such passion could send tremors through ones body. enough to make you crave tears to roll down your face as words alone could never capture a fair description.
that’s when we picked up the matches. leading to eliminating sight and relying only on sound and touch to steer us through a sea of sensations.
as he held me i did not let go nor reject the movement in my hips guided by the electrical surges through my body.
a mix of passion and lust, i sunk into a rhythmic exchange of caresses down his arm, on his chest and resting on his waist.
he may having brought sound in earlier but it was at this moment that i heard it slip through my mouth. it was a sound coming from deep within. it was the sound of hunger emerging out as moans.
we knew the fire was growing. our intimate breathing only fanning the flames.
i heard his breath in my ear, on my neck and it created sighs within me echoing other feelings that had escaped my body in moans and expressions of pure desire.
and that’s where we were. in the middle of sound and touch. there was a raw mix of lust and passion.
like the heat of a summer night that is lifted after after a storm. our storm stopped pounding on the pavement and became a quiet sprinkle and then a slight mist in the air until we were left only with lighting flashing through the skies.
for me it was a....l...l d...a...y l......o......n.....g. i could feel those surges erupt through my body with every thought of falling asleep with him as bold as flashing lights through a night sky post thunderstorms.
so i decided to push my body at the gym to exhaustion and came home to a shower so soothing some sounds from last night revisited as the hot water ran its course down my back. hot enough to ease worked muscles.
and before i fully dressed i stood in my kitchen barefoot and succulently ate strawberries and cherries until i felt for the first time in almost 24 hours-------- a feeling of satisfaction.
even though i only see charles every now and again i am forever grateful for the moments i fall lost to the memory and the ability to continually create surges through my body. its in those moments that i feel most woman. most sexy. most sensual.
that night, we however, only played with fire. your illustration of my words went far beyond any action we took. in fact our inaction created more intimacy than the ending you have already determined. luckily for us your story could have burned us but the truth has only left warm coals with no flame.
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Posted by thinkingurl on 2008-07-15 23:00:15 | Rating: | Views: 42
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