For a touch… Just one touch… For a touch of your noir…
For a moment, for an hour, for a day, a week, a lifetime… For your hands, your lips, your mouth upon me… For your passion dark, abandoned, seething… For the body, for the flesh throbbing, insistent, incessant… For the man, for the beast, for you here in my bed, possessing the heat of my arching form, your dripping cock embedded to the breathtaking hilt in my sweet cunt…
For a touch… Just one touch… For a touch of this noir…
Since so many others will comment on your words, I’ll just state that you are the Mistress of Lighting. Even in the dark.
Alas, it’s no longer the case of “so many others,” Os. Even so, I’ll take your beautiful compliment most humbly and willingly…
This black and white picture, so fitting for the words. The danger and suspense that lurks in the darkness. For from the bleakness such intense passion can be ignited.
Do you regard the darkness as bleak, SSir? I see I may need to show you up close my own vision of the shadows, one which which sees it as a sumptuous velvet cloak, intensely erotic and liberating.
So, is it a date?
Consider it a date sweet Minx 🙂
It would only take a moment to make you remember me for a lifetime.
I don’t doubt that for a minute, BA…
Whilst I have been reading your delicious, tangible words and admiring your vivid imagery for some time, this is the first time I have found the words to respond to your erotic genius.
I could see those shards of light from the blind, rippled against your chest, instead lining the back of my head as I crept up your body, pushing side the material of your bra with my mouth, tantalising the soft, tender skin under the line of your breast with my tongue, before moving up further, just a little further, to surround that teasing nipple with my equally teasing warm, wet mouth… tonguing, sucking, nibbling and the gentlest, most taunting of bites.
Reading your intensely erotic response to this post has me wondering why you waited so long to step out of the shadows, Orpheus. If I confess to you I’m now a little breathless and flushed, will you indulge me again with more of your delicious words?
I’m keeping my fingers crossed I can tempt you back time and again. And before I take my leave – welcome…
I’m almost indecently glad – well, perhaps more than indecently glad – that my words met with your breathless approval. It’s only a fair return, considering the effect that much of your imagery and writing has upon me.
As for my words being delicious … well, I’ll gladly lick them from your skin. Though it may take some time. Hours, I’d wager.
For this kind of indulgence, I’ll gladly find the time…
Cheeky, after we ****, can we cuddle up inside a warm blanket on the Tom Cruise couch and watch The Maltese Falcon, just the two of us?
Since The Maltese Falcon is one of my all-time favourites, it’s a big yes from me.
But there’s a condition: can we use my plush sofa in place of Tom’s couch? I fear some of his crazy might rub off…
The words and the picture go together beautifully! LOVE this!
I’m so tickled you like the combination so well, Sam. Thank you!
lost for words, here, but not for undying, crazy, horny (!) appreciation.
you are it, my dear.
Does this make me your “it” girl, max? I’m crossing fingers and stocking-covered legs, it does…
Adore the art value in this pic. I need to learn to take more pics like this. Will you teach me?
I’ll willingly share everything I know with you, JK. Every last little thing…
I do believe that if every touch of noir looked like this the world, particularly mine, would be a much healthier, happier place.
Your dark side CM, is ever so alluring.
I suspect your own own alluring dark side would render my world idyllic, bhp…
“For a touch … just one touch.”
That’s what I’d say to you if I ever came across you looking like this. We’d both know I wouldn’t stop at one touch…
Just as we both know I would insist upon more, VL…