I Think Of You

I think of you.

I think of you and crave the warmth of your fingers trailing across the coolness of my skin, my body yearning to draw deep into my bones your heat, to have you wind yourself about me, your strong arms around me as we slide together gently into the shadows and the night, into dreams, into sleep.

I think of you and your teasing caress, the one that cruelly stops short of touching my aching sex, the one that merely toys with the periphery of this ivory lace as my thighs are splayed wide before you and my arousal soaks the filigree pressed tight into the scarlet smoothness of my throbbing clitoris and these plump lips.

I think of you and my heartbeat quickens, my cunt throbs at the memory of your dominance, the way you took hold and seized me, the way you carried me to the table like a rag doll made expressly for your carnal bidding, pressing your hand into the small of my back as I lowered my naked breasts and left cheek to rest upon the gleaming mahogany, my body trembling, mind racing, the anticipation prickling your skin, our breath, hot and raspy, one moment in synch, in the other out of kilter, and the rush of air that grazed the curve of my flank once you finally raised your hand, the hand that hovered suddenly with unaccustomed patience, the hand plotting in mid-air the first sweet point of contact, the hand ready and hungry to reprimand my defiance, the fingers and palm itching to mark my pouting buttocks, my entire body as yours with stinging strikes, with bruises and bites, with your uniquely blushing possession.

I think of you and long to feel, to feel your aroused glans straining, fighting against the confines of the inky denim, its pulsating hardness brushing the backs of my legs as you sweep aside my curls and kiss deeply the curve of my nape, your mouth sensually mapping the path from my delicate shoulders to the rosy prints on my fair skin, from the freckles adorning my hip to the intimate flesh pounding, dripping its sin, the tight honeyed succulence silently weeping its need to drench your beard, to come hotly on your lips and your tongue.

I think of you. I think of all of this. And more. But mostly, I think about our fusion, our melting and merging, the stillness of our bodies as your hard, thick cock is deep inside me, all the way inside me, as your ravenous flesh is buried to my breathless limit, so that every millimetre of my cunt can feel you and know you, can grasp and claim and devour each glorious vein and ridge and pulse and morsel of your burnished shaft as if it’s belonged there always, as if it’s an absent part of me returned and home again.

  1. Ripley 2014.10.21 1:47am

    You have surpassed even your previous flights of sensual eroticism. This is your most arousing writing yet. Such elegant & exciting prose leaps from the page into my imagination. Your words inflame my senses & ignite my passion. A picture of your delightful body would make this delicious interlude complete.

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.10.21 3:25pm

      You know just how much I enjoy arousing your imagination, Ripley. As for completing the interlude, I’m working on new self-portraits at this very moment.

      Thank you for the gorgeous words…

  2. obsessed 2014.10.21 4:55am

    “the filigree pressed tight into the scarlet smoothness of my throbbing clitoris and these plump lips.” i think i may have just come a little….

    amazing Minx….amazing….

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.10.21 3:27pm

      Only a little? I best up the ante then.

      Your evocative response has left me tickled all shades of delighted pink, obsessed…

  3. Ian 2014.10.21 7:44pm

    I think of you, too, but my words couldn’t ever be as eloquent and arousing as yours.

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.10.21 9:50pm

      While I’m certain you’re underestimating your talents, I’m humbled and honoured you think so highly of mine, Ian…

  4. 1ManView 2014.10.22 3:11am

    Very sensuous, and written beautifully naughty… 🙂

    peace and love

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.10.23 6:26pm

      I’m tickled you like it so well, 1ManView…

  5. Ember 2014.10.22 4:24am

    Your words are enough to capture a self-portrait in every scene, Minx. Extremely stirring. 😉

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.10.23 6:51pm

      This is such sweet music to my ears, gorgeous girl. Thank you… 😉

  6. the late phoenix 2014.10.23 5:06am

    burnished shaft, pouting buttocks, and we have fusion!

    hot, sexy, erotic writing, my beautiful :*

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.10.23 6:53pm

      There’s nothing quite like a little fusion fun… 😉

  7. Ripley 2014.10.23 7:20pm

    But, of course, this would be very far from cold fusion. Nonetheless, involving two bodies coming together & creating more than the sum of their individual parts. Physics, like your delightful body & your exquisite writing, is a beautiful thing.

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.10.26 1:03pm

      The fact that you came back for another helping is a truly beautiful thing, Ripley…

  8. John Brownstone 2014.10.23 9:31pm

    Very simply, I think of you as well Minx 🙂

  9. Ripley 2014.10.27 8:27pm

    Thank you for your kind words, Minx. However, given the way your words arouse me, I don’t think even a third helping would satisfy my lust. Having you would be like the most exquisite tasting menu imaginable. Such an array of diverse, delicious, delirious smells & tastes & textures. I would gorge on you & be engorged by you.

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.11.02 6:23pm

      In that case, step this way to your table, Ripley. We’re set and ready for our sensual and wanton degustation…

  10. Verbose Lothario 2014.10.29 11:50pm

    The details are all different, but the sentiments are all the same. Damn me.

  11. bhp 2014.10.31 6:11am

    There really is, no place like home.
    Moreover, the one you describe here sounds a whole world more fantastical than any place of Hollywood legend. It’s quite evident the wizard of Oz wears deadly curves and flowing curls.
    I may well have just fractured my heels you know!

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.11.02 6:27pm

      Well, isn’t this a coincidence? I’m a fully fledged and accredited cobbler!

      Hand me your shoes, bhp. And while you’re at it, you might be more comfortable sans shirt and trousers in this steamy clime…

      (Thank you, bhp. You never fail to leave me smiling.)

  12. misterc 2014.11.04 9:07pm

    fortunato l’uomo a cui sono dedicati questi pensieri…

    • Cheeky Minx 2014.11.08 4:53pm

      Grazie per aver pensato a lui fortunato, misterc. Posso solo sperare che il signore si sente lo stesso…