It is the kiss that transforms me.
It is the caress of his lips as we begin to wake, the seductive scrape of his beard along the curve of my back, the glide of his mouth chasing the streaks of the sun and the marks of our passion sinfully spent in the dark, the touch trembling, stilled by the heart, by the breath, by the woman softly, quietly, rising and falling, the flesh hard and oiled and throbbing plunging into the aching depths of the forbidden, sinking into the velvet embrace of the craved, of the unknown.
The kiss that has such power to do just that. A kiss that opens the gate whence the flood of passion pours through unstoppable with a force like that of nature.
The kiss borne of passion, need, and lust.
Let my lips graze you sweet minx…
I await your sweet caress with bated breath, SSir…
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I have a beard…
I have your kiss…
I love stripes made from light and how it bends and contours to the body. Very nice, as always.
Thank you, Ella…
I agree with Ella about the lines on contours. Like a topographic map, showing the rise of the elevation, ending perfectly at the peak. Time to start pulling out the ropes! š
I like the idea of being your map – guiding you through the peaks and valleys, showing you the (cheeky) way… š
deep sigh……
Sultry moan…
oh wow…… that works (blush)
For the both of us…
I may never experience that kiss with you, but I love being privy to the transformation.
Notice I say that I “MAY” never experience that kiss. I am, at heart, an optimist. š
As you should be, VL… š
I do believe that this is the most beguiling of the posts I’ve read since discovering your wonderful site.
I find “the velvet embrace of the craved” an intriguing phrase.
(As, I confess, I find you, yourself, a rather intriguing personality…)
Oh, how your own words charm and captivate me, Orpheus.
As for finding me intriguing… Believe me when I confess I’m now swooning…
Though it’s difficult to resist, I won’t respond to your swoon with a similar swoon, because double swooning could get…messy. Deliciously and far too temptingly so, in fact.
Are you sure I can’t tempt you? A deliciously messy double swoon would round off my sultry spring night perfectly…
Oh, I’m absolutely *sure* you can tempt me into exceptionally messy double swooning, Minx. Though I’ll pretend to resist first, of course…
I wouldn’t have you any other way, Orpheus.
Let the teasing, swooning games begin…
I’m an accomplished map reader.. But these contours are unlike any I have ever come across. However, I’m a man who enjoys a challenge.
I’m trembling with choice.. Just where to start?
Allow your hands, your desire to guide you over the curves and swells of this welcoming terrain, bhp…