Archive-name: SpecMome/her.txt
Archive-author: Chrystene
Archive-title: Her
I feel her eyes upon me; I sense the hold I have on her, but I can't help
but wonder why. She's watching me -every movement- as I dance for her.
Yes..I'm dancing only for her. This gives me great satisfaction --
dancing for her. I would say I feel quite smug, but I couldn't explain
this feeling very well. So, I simply dance...my body caught up in the
passion of the music.
The song ends; I look up at her, finally. Our eyes lock...each of us
unwavering in this game. I can feel the temperature of my body raise
significantly, and I focus this heat into my gaze. I'm sure she can
feel my hunger. Perhaps I can even call it need. Whatever it's name,
this wanton feeling continues to grow, creating a perfectly lustful
attitude in me.
We've played this game far too long, now. Dancing. Watching. Flirting
with our desires, but never conceding to them. Week after week, we play
the same game. Now, I grow tired of it. I want more, and I know that
this intensified desire within me will demand satisfaction. It will not
allow my demure manner to push it aside this time.
I feel compelled to go to her. Her eyes are inviting me, drawing me. I
have no more resistance, and I slide through the crowd, overcome with
anticipation.
Our faces are merely inches apart, and I could swear we're the only two
people in existence. This close, her unbridled passion is intensely
apparent. Our eyes are still quite locked on each other, and I'm finding
it impossible to restrain myself. Even she seems to be struggling with a
similar dilemma.
My lips are pressed to hers, and there's no longer time to dwell on it.
I've done it...I'm kissing her. What's more amazing is the fact that
she's returning it! Our mouths are hungry for each other. I doubt I can
get enough; I only want more and more, yet...I pull away. I look at her,
asking the question, and she nods.
She's come home with me. I don't even bother with the lights. Our
clothing falls into a heap on the floor. I lead her to the bed, and she
crawls onto it, turning back to face me on her knees. I join her. I
begin my exploration...my 'taking' of her.
My lips press to hers once again, our tongues dancing together...hungrily
exploring each other's mouths. I'm reminded of what I like most about a
woman...her softness.
Soon, my hungering mouth searches for more. My tongue finds a path down
her delicate neck. It spends little time there and continues to her
breasts, where I suck each on in turn, my teeth grazing her nipples, and
I feel them harden. This excites me...her arousal...and I feel a warmth
spreading throughout me. My own nipples are hard from her fingers
teasing them..pressing them.
I lay her on her back and let my mouth wander down her belly to the
center of her warmth. Her breaths become shorter as I bury my face
between her thighs, my tongue flickering and exploring. She's wet. I
slide a finger inside of her and feel her muscles tighten, begging for more.
She squirms, then turns herself around in a position to do the same for
me. Which she does. I can feel her warm mouth sucking and her tongue
licking me...delving inside me and back out to play with my hardened clit.
She presses two fingers deep into me. I gasp slightly, revelling in the
sensation. Our thrusting fingers and flickering tongues continue their
pleasuring...the both of us on the verge of utter bliss. She's
wonderful...and intensely fulfilling. I come with a wild abandon, a
great satisfying pleasure...and am driven even further to make hers
spectacular.
My mouth sucks on her clit, my teeth nipping at it...my fingers feel her
clench tightly around them and thrust slightly harder into her...deeper.
With her hips raised to meet my face, she orgasms, and I lick hungrily at
her...pleased at her divine ecstasy.
10/14/93
Chrystene
erotica@u.washington.edu
"In our lives, we hunger for those we can not touch"
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