The sultry, seductive moan of the jazz trumpet winds its way into the cosy room as the muted lamp light casts its enveloping glow. Awaiting his arrival, she takes pleasure in the sensations of the here and now: the plush throw caressing her freshly bathed skin; the faint aroma of a favourite scent clinging to the curve of her neck; the soft lace tickling her hips; the delicate fingers drawing sensual circles on her bare flesh; the butterflies taking flight in and across her electrified body; the steady pulse beginning to thud out its addictive rhythm in her awakening sex.
Surrendering herself to the moment of solitude, she wonders if the demure yet wanton picture she has painted will please him, if the waiting gift will sate his hungry longings, if the familiar woman before him has retained something of her novelty, her mystery.
Snapping her back to the present, the trembled gasp from the doorway dissolves her uncertainty in an instant. Standing tall in the small threshold, a visible shudder rippling through his muscular body, his eyes are simultaneously thankful and greedy, his gaze travelling with a deliberate slowness, consuming every last detail of the scene, of the woman, of the feminine hands skimming the fair terrain, of the heated breath escaping her glistening mouth, of the aching thighs and hips and breasts all straining toward him and his touch.
And just as she can endure the distance between them no longer, he is beside her, shedding his outer fabric layer, joining her warmth, his hands meeting hers in their exploration, his lips lightly taking hold of her silky peaks, his tongue languidly tasting and savouring her own, his strength bearing down upon her fragility, his passion seeking out her velvety essence, their flesh fusing, melting, merging in a timeless lover’s embrace.
(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)
You never read anything like this involving a jazz trombone. Sort of a metaphor for my life… 😉
Another fantastic post!
Absolutely hot – love the way you describe waiting for a lover.
OMG…OMG LOVE THIS SO MUCH YOU HOT SEXY THANG YOU!!! iT'S JUST… WOW IN A BIG WAY!!!
XOXO, CRYSTAL
fantastic picture and terrific story. Wow HHNT
Not a word spoken between the two and yet their erotic communicae echoed loud and clear.
Indeed your pic characterizes the same theme. Gawd…and that finger! Such a powerful gesture captured right there…!
Oh my…..my…….. I am just falling in love with your photography, as well as your writing.
xo
Oh, you wear black lace well when you're so twisty 🙂 Very beautiful…
So fucking sexy
that's all I got…love ya baby!!!
your words have entranced me like a siren's call, and your lips are simply delicious in this pic
signed,
sailor on his shoreleave
Oh you sure know how to cast spells! We are all just mesmerized by your words and looks. Sumptuous!
The Enchantrix indeed awakens the Romantic in me. And the Ravenous Animal.
No man could resist such a vision.
Flesh.
Heart.
Mind.
I've replayed the scenario a dozen times in my own brain already, placing myself in this sultry vignette. I can't resist imagining the delectable joy of someone so desirous deliciously “straining” towards me. Craving my touch. Reveling in the fusion of bodies. Time and Space cannot keep that magnetic merging at bay.
I hope you don't mind me joining you. Such passion should not be wasted 🙂
I love the words, the lingerie, the body, oh the body….
Happy HNT!
Looking good, lady! 🙂
My goodness…. whew! *fans self*
YES, please!!
XO
My cardiologist wants to thank you for his latest trip to Spain, seeing your pictures is bound to up his billable hours.
*sigh*
You're so, so gorgeous!
Gorgeous!!
HHNT
Yeah well… I am just back to say your hot.
🙂
xx
Thank you all so much for the gorgeous comment love… (sigh) xxx
PS southerngirl, you are quickly becoming my new e-crush. 😉
Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeky! WTF? I'm gone for a week and you swap me for Southern Girl?
Sheeeeeeeesh.
Ok Ok I do admit that I am in ahead of you in line when it comes to crushin on SG, so I can't fault that any!
Awesome pic girl as always. Hot post too.
I can't believe I got passed on the Cheeky lust list.
sigh
sigh
outta sight outta mind I reckon.
Sometimes we girls just gotta stick together cowboy….that doesn't mean you can't join us from time to time though!!
From time to time????????? Damn. Sigh. I reckon that'll do but send the pics/vids of the times I ain't there.
Mmmm. The Minx and SouthernGirl- together. To watch. To participate. To enjoy rapture beyond measure.
I think I have a new fantasy now.
🙂
Delicious again!
Sage: Sage, Sage, Sage… This is what happens when you unwisely disappear on the greedy, insatiable Minx. Her eye wanders over to the sexy gorgeousness of SG. You know just how irresistible she is!
And you haven't been passed up altogether. Yet. There are many, many ways you can make it up to me… 😉
Thank you, cowboy, I'm so glad you like the pic and the words.
SG: That sounds like a plan! We could taunt Sage with snippets of our fun, as well as what's to come (er, pun alert) when he joins in. Mmmm, I can see the pics in my mind already. Shall I grab my camera?! 😉
Sage: You can join us anytime. Every time, in fact. But that doesn't mean you'll be allowed to play each and every time. You might need to pass the exam first… 😉
Muffin: Perhaps you'd like to sit beside Sage and take in the fun for a while. Until we beckon you to join us. 😉
And a new fantasy is always so very delicious…
Kevin: Ooh, thank you so much!
Q. What do ya get when you put together a hot minx, cowboy, sogirl and man claiming to be an obvious fan of muffins?? A. Delectable cuisine, and wicked fun. I for one will want to sample each treat.
Yum.
Will Muffin Fan play his bass I wonder?
Hang on hang on! Sheeeesh I don't even know Muffin Man, and now I have to share? I prefer to be outnumbered by females!
Ok Ok. Well I reckon I'll have to share. Sigh. Sigh. I' gone for one week. My girls first want to play together without me, then they invite others, sheeesh, I guess I'll have to quit traveling and stay home so I can keep my girls satisfied!
SG: Ooh, yes, yum…. Deliciously wicked fun, I have no doubt! And I'm sure we can convince Muffin to play his, er, “bass”! 😉
Sage: So, you've finally come to your senses! Good man. Yes, stop travelling and keep us satisfied. Day and night, 365 days a year… 😉
Your writing made me breathless. So evocative…so vivid…*deep sigh*
I'm just catching on to what so many others already know–you are a brilliant writer.
Thank you for sharing.
-H
Your wonderful compliments are truly making me blush, H! Thank you so very much…