octavia
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So, I'm thinking it will be fun to see if anyone actually reads this. I mean how many people come through here and post: "Hi, my name is.. my kink is... " That is why we are all here right?
In the interest of shaking things up a bit for my two readers, I will post a lil snippit from my psych istead....
Lust darkened his eyes. Burning through me. I couldn't move I was paralyzed by his penetrating gaze. Slowly he came toward me, leaning in and kissing me the way a wanting man kisses a woman, opening my lips with his and searching my mouth with his tongue. His hands held my face, then tangled in my hair. He pulling my head back, out of his way as his hungry lips tasted my neck and shoulders. His mouth wandered around my neck tasting, kissing, licking, biting. Suddenly he turned me around facing away from him. He crushed his body to mine. I could feel his swollen cock in the small of my back. His hot breath was on my ear as ordered;
"Dance for me."
I felt I couldn't breath. The demanding tone in his voice, thrilled me. I slowly lifted my arms above my head and started to sway gently side to side, sneaking glances at him to see if he was pleased. His eyes followed my movements, lusting, encouraging my dance. Gaining confidence I began to move my hips, gracefully, sensuously. I could see his body reacting to my movements. Encouraged, I closed my eyes, and abandoned myself to my dance. Forgetting everything except my dance, my desire, and my Lover.
I danced for him, entranced and burning, until I felt his hand encircle my wrist and pull me to him. His other arm swept me up at my waist. Against his chest I could feel his heat and his heartbeat. I breathed in his smell savoring it. I pleaded with my eyes for him to be as strong as I needed him to be, for him to see my need for him. I couldn't say the words but I wanted him to know. To understand the depth of my lust, my desire to please him. His breath quickened as he unhooked my costume, exposing my breasts. It was sudden and without warning. My eyes grew wide with alarm and understanding as his swept over my breasts, learning of them. I expected him to touch me then, but he didn't . Instead, I heard his voice, gruff and deep with passion:
"touch them."
His presence was silent and commanding. My face burned red with the heat of my embarrassment, but I wanted to comply, to please him. I slowly raised my hand to pinch my own nipples as he watched. His approval encouraged me, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, thrusting my breasts into my own hands, willing him to touch me. Wanting to beg, but to afraid to utter a word. A moan instead, escaped my lips. I felt his hands cover mine, gently squeezing my hands around my breasts. I could feel wetness between my legs. My pussy throbbed. He guided my hands down my body. Slowly, serpentine. He was unhooking my skirt, it fell to the floor. I stood before him exposed. At the sight of my body, he abandoned my hands and guided me back onto the bed.
He stood over me, undressing.....
OOPSA!!
Ok, so I best not ask that question here. I should clarify I didnt post this to seek romantic connections here, just to get to know some other people in the lifestyle.. Thought it would be more fun to find likeminded wanderers this way rather than the traditional age, kink, etc.... Of course, the fact that I posted this BEFORE I read the guidelines is probably as clear an indicator of who I am *blushes* as the story is.
WEEEEEE!
< Message edited by octavia -- 5/28/2007 10:10:12 AM >
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