The Other Woman

Does she touch you?

Does she touch you the way I would do?

Does her lustful desire compel her to close the space between you, to seek you out as you stand in a crowd, to trace with her delicate hand the line of your broad shoulders, the curve of your back as the eyes of surrounding hopefuls are upon you, their gazes devouring, brazenly undressing your imposing, muscular form?

Does she ache to feel you, to feel you against her once you’re alone, to press her body into yours once you’ve shut out the world, once four mere walls are all you require, all she needs to sate the immediate longing to have her fiery breath arousing your golden skin?

Does she reach out when you least expect it, when the burdens of the day threaten to wear you thin, when you silently crave a reminder of her fervour, to caress that soft spot on your neck, to brush her thumb across the peaks of your mouth, to lower her lips and stain your nape with the scarlet of her wanton kiss?

Does she finger your flesh with her voice, with the whispered promise, with her sultry sighs and ecstatic moans, with the words and wants you effortlessly inspire, with the very verse you pen and create, her utterance bringing them to life anew as she opens herself, as she takes them into her hot little mouth, as she slides them between full, eager lips, winding them seductively, expertly around the pink slickness of her tongue, tasting and savouring each syllable, licking languidly each letter, savouring all trace of your need, the trace of your essence?

Does she speak to you with her femininity, her raw sexuality, with each of her senses, with the glistening arc of her body, with her sensual and carnal caresses because words are often deficient, because language isn’t nearly enough, because she craves and craves you with a force beyond order and control and articulation, a phenomenal and primal intensity, a corporeal eroticism that bares your longings, all yearnings, discovers all knowledge in your perfecting and voracious flesh?

Does her body overtake, her passions overwhelm, her pulse race, her blood scream through her veins as she takes you by the hand, sinuously treading the path for you to follow, silently guiding you to the mirrored wall, to the reflection of her scarcely contained hunger, to the vision of the contrast of the ebony lingerie drawn tight against her fair skin, to your deliciously measured revelation at her hand, slender fingers teasing away each stitch and thread, unbuttoning your shirt, unlinking your cuffs, unbuckling the leather belt that will soon find its way around her throat, easing down the trousers and boxers sodden with your precum, exposing your hard and throbbing uncut cock to the coolness of the air and the softness of her breasts and the enveloping velvet greed of her sex?

Does she plead for more, for more, for more of you as she arches above, as she straddles your thighs and grinds her hips, your cock buried so deep nothing but this sensation matters or exists, does she whimper for you to take her, to fuck her without restraint or mercy, to unleash the beast within, to come, to come with her as she floods your glans, to come inside her with a violent roar, to have you paint her body with your seed, to run her fingers through the slick, to bring herself to another shuddering orgasm as you raptly look on, instantly aroused once more, denying you only to tempt your cream to become one with her skin, the mark she has been newly possessed by you, by the only man she truly longs for every night, every day?

Does your absence set in her ache, does she lie alone, naked and gleaming, draped in impenetrable shadows pining to live out the fantasies running riot, does she wake throbbing wet as the memory of you assaults her sexual soul over and again, does she tease her clitoris, finger her cunt as she cries into the ether the need for your return, the need to have you in her arms, the need for the union of your licentiousness, the need to have you fill the emptiness of her bed, her mouth, her intimate flesh, her most secret forbidden place?

Does she touch you because it makes little sense to leave you be, to leave you waiting, lingering, to leave your yearning flesh and primal passions unattended, does she touch you to indulge you, to inflame your own need for her touch and mind and body too, to have you equally desperate for this fusion, for skin on skin, flesh in flesh, man and woman, your dominance and her submission, for the seductress, the temptress, the shivering release of the treasured girl within, for the pout of her mouth and her devouring kiss, the crimson peak of her nipple, the alluring smoothness of the sweet cunt and its molten fire on your tongue, for her lithe suppleness writhing under your body and its weight, for the addictive taste of her mystery, for the libations that leave you soaked and sated, that leave you wild and ever hungry, that leave you in no doubt of the longings that destroy her, that leave you in no doubt of her want?

Does she touch you? Does she crave you?

Does she crave you utterly and completely the way I do?

  1. new admirer 2014.01.30 5:29am

    you know I’m addicted to you right? 🙂

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.01.30 2:59pm

      I do now.

      And for the record, I never tire of hearing it… 😉

  2. Verbose Lothario 2014.01.30 10:14pm

    Would you prefer that he answer yes, or that he answer no?

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.01.31 7:25pm

      In all honesty, I don’t know.

      But since we all desire and touch in ways that are unique, I would wager the answer is no.

  3. the late phoenix 2014.01.31 2:55am

    nobody does it like you, Cheeky :*

    *humming “Nobody” by Keith Sweat*

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.01.31 7:26pm

      Your hum is wasted on the ether, gorgeous phoenix. Bring it here, my gleaming skin aches to feel it.

  4. 1ManView 2014.01.31 5:03am

    “Does she crave you utterly and completely the way I do?”

    Then why?

    I’m trying to find the words to say, but at this moment I’m speechless. This is a awesome write Cheeky Minx.

    peace and love

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.01.31 7:29pm

      Your speechlessness is all the response I need, 1ManView. In fact, it takes my own away and leaves me feeling nothing but gratitude.

      Thank you…

  5. LadyinParis 2014.02.02 9:06am

    There is no need to compare the cravings, a waste of time. IMO she should enjoy him. Enjoy every morsel of him, give him more then he will be back. But maybe he will have to take his turn.

    Love your words but more your photos.

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.02.02 9:54am

      Thank you for the gorgeous feedback, LadyinParis. It’s certainly wonderful to see you around here again. (Although, I’m now beginning to wonder if I should focus exclusively on the photographs rather than the writing!)

      Even though I understand your point of view completely, this piece is ultimately a musing on my own complex desire for one man and the knowledge he isn’t indulged in all the ways he craves. While I want for him all the experiences he yearns for, my own passions and emotions cannot help but move through these often intricate and tangled spaces in my mind…

  6. JK 2014.02.03 9:46am

    My dear Minx, the short answer is, everyone desperately wants all of that, whether it comes from the woman or the other woman, just please, we need it. Please.

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.02.05 8:15pm

      Oh, JK… With me, it’s a given, a need, a craving that screams up from my very core. To pleasure, to indulge, to submerge myself in him… The mere thought takes my breath clear away.

      If only the gentleman in question felt as you do…

  7. SouthernSir 2014.02.03 11:09am

    No one craves me nor touches me the way you do Minx

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.02.05 8:17pm

      Ditto, SSir.

      (Thank you for the gorgeous thought, for all of your generous and beautiful words…)

  8. bhp 2014.02.04 1:06am

    If only!

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.02.05 8:22pm

      Slide on over here and I’ll make it a reality…

  9. Ella 2014.02.06 5:51am

    I love your words as much as your photos, please don’t stop writing – you have a gift you get to share with the world.

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.02.09 5:24pm

      Thank you so much for your beautiful words and support, lovely Ella…

  10. new admirer 2014.02.08 10:13am

    don’t you dare stop the writing minx. the loss of the view into you from your words leaves the pictures empty.

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.02.09 5:28pm

      Fear not, I’m here to stay for as long as you’ll have me. Thank you, NA…

  11. Cheeky Minx 2014.02.09 5:32pm

    Thank you all for your amazingly thoughtful comments.

    Even though I may question my words at times, I greatly appreciate all views and types of feedback. At the very least, it allows me to think through my approach and the way our own unique lives and experiences enrich and often alter the text.

    ~M x

  12. The Hook 2014.02.10 12:22am

    I doubt any other woman could compete with you, my new friend…

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.02.12 6:12pm

      I’m so very touched by your response and the fact you can see me so clearly through these words, TH.

      Welcome to the Cake, my new friend…

  13. Sofia 2014.03.07 3:55pm

    Girl, I am speechless…

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.03.11 1:33pm

      Then I’m a very happy minx, my sweet… x