Soaring into the night sky, bathed in neon, caressed by these city lights, I breathlessly await the perfection of your touch, the fingers dancing on this skin, your strong arm wound about my waist, the urgent hands drawing my hungry nakedness into the throbbing ache of your heat, the voracious cock nudging at the lips sodden with my lust, the thumb feeding itself into the mouth whimpering its need, the bodies locked together deep, pressed hard into the glowing crystal screen, our abandoned passion threatening to shatter glass and souls and flesh to dust.
City Lights
- Cheeky Minx
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This is simply stunning! There is so much sensuality pouring off the page in front of me that I don’t know where to begin. It feels like I’m there in that room with you, but I fear if I was, I would never want to leave.
Amazing and beautiful art you continue to make, both in word and image.
JM xx
I know exactly where we should begin, JM: with this Minx enticing you into this room and the body bathed in the glow of the city lights.
As for amazement and beauty, they’re just the words that come to mind on reading your response. Thank you, my friend… x
So many shadows holding so much promise.
My hands, my lips, my face and – of course – my mind are drawn to that darkest triangle of shadow at your centre. It invites me to lose myself there. To kneel before you, wrap my arms around your soft sides, clasping my hands into the curve of your back, to pull your shadow towards my face, to my waiting, eager mouth, and explore you completely. To bury my tongue inside that shadowed ‘V’, to slide my teeth along your expectant lips, to dip, to taste and – I hope, eventually – to be consumed, drenched with your arousal.
In the caress of those hazy city lights, I will taste you. I will whisper to you to gaze across the urban landscape and tell me what you can see, and to imagine that all those eyes behind blinds and windows can, in turn, see us.
It is the intensity, the desire you so eloquently express that holds so much promise, Orpheus.
Each and every detail of the picture you sketch here speaks to this exhibitionist minx, this wanton woman…
Be as exhibitionist as you wish, Minx (and certainly I would hope and expect nothing less than wanton). You’ll have a hugely appreciative, initimate, inquisitive and open-mouthed audience – ready to receive. Of that I can guarantee.
I’m now poised, ready to give, Orpheus…
It’s scenes like this that would entice me to put in some late night hours in the office across the street…
I do believe that office is vacant, Os. When should I expect you across the way?
I have never been one to be drawn by the temptation of the city light….
Until now that is.
I’m glad to hear it, SSir. Very glad…
oooh, glass effect.
in the heat of the night
the excitement of the city, the energy of the night, our arms hooked together, skipping to and fro on the sidewalks from one coffeehouse to the next discussing the latest philosophy…okay, so maybe not so much with the skipping…
Trust me, you won’t have the energy to skip after some time with me by that window…
I can say with authority that this is the very reason why I’m attracted to the bright city lights and high density living. There’s every chance to catch a certain Minx parading in all her glory by the window.
Stunning.
If there was some small chance your gaze might be upon me, I would appear at this window every night, bhp…
My god, Minx, this post is so perfect. That’s an amazing picture–maybe partially because I so love the city, but you look amazing in it–and your words, as always, so perfectly capture the lust of the moment.
I’m tickled pink you think so highly of this post, VL. I have to admit I’m rather proud of this shot…
the perfection is all yours, my dear.
I’m unsure that’s true, max. But I would do everything in my power to leave you thinking and feeling so…
Clever girl, with your reflection. Not sure I could handle two of you but I’m willing to give it a shot.
There’s no need for my doppelgänger, JK. Within this minx lurks a duality that has the capacity to surprise and delight…
That is sooo hot. My simple words can’t do it justice.
I beg to differ, colorchip. In this case, I would definitely subscribe to the adage, ‘the simple things in life are often the best’.
Thank you – and welcome…
I keep coming back to this pic. It reminds me, although I’d love to photograph you, I could never do so well as you do yourself. You’re an amazing artist with your photography.
If you only knew just how much that means to me, JK. To be considered in this way melts away that little nagging voice that often has me questioning.
As for your own talents, I’m sure you’re selling them short. But there’s only one way to test that theory…
Such a seductively beautiful picture!
That’s lovely of you to say so – thank you, Wynter. And welcome…
You are definitively delicious. All you happen to show and think suggests such prolific passion. There is a story behind what is being told here. I sense that you want to fully live and not merely exist. This is my own self in a nutshell. Just the slightest suggestion of what is subtle can truly become rather enlightening. You are exquisite eroticism at it’s best. I may just need to try taking your own breath away at some point. Since, I am all about extremes and all.
I can say, without doubt, that you and your incredibly generous words have already succeeded in taking my breath away, Ian.
Now, about those other extremes… 😉