I Want To Speak Of Intimacy
(The following is a response I posted to an story a very good friend posted.I'll not reprint that story here. What follows is a continuation of that experiece.)
I could'nt belive how much time had passed. A few hours. But with you, in your embrace, it felt like only a few minutes. Time had a funny way of playing tricks on us. This was no exception. The ecstacy that I felt,the release and total abandoness that you felt had to be still in our minds.
It was heavenly, divine,-perhaps even a few other perfume names-and left a longing in us for more. A longing that i knew we would each fill later. For now i wanted your arms around me-just as they had been for the past few hours. Locked in each others embrace-each enjoying the scents and features of each others body.
For you it was gently stroking my skin. My arms., my thighs, my chest and at times my rear. It was as I was as if we were magnets of opposite pole. The attraction was there and it was not going away.
Foir me it was the feling of being held close, of being protected perhaps, of intimacy and perhaps secret urges to be consumed any way you could consume me . I could feel your breathe, still hot, still trying to breathe in all of me. There was a certain sweetness to that. One I would love forever. As would you.
Sleep would come. But not much. That was not for now. That was for later. The afterglow, the lingering, had long faded for you. But not me. i could still clench my muscles down there and feel a slight tingle, a pleasure. You knew it. And I knew you knew it. And best of all I wanted you to know it. That after all we had just been through I would be there for you again and again.
That thought excited my brain and fired my imagintion. Perhaps on overactive one. But when ecstacy is involved-over active minds can be a couples best friend.
I could'nt belive how much time had passed. A few hours. But with you, in your embrace, it felt like only a few minutes. Time had a funny way of playing tricks on us. This was no exception. The ecstacy that I felt,the release and total abandoness that you felt had to be still in our minds.
It was heavenly, divine,-perhaps even a few other perfume names-and left a longing in us for more. A longing that i knew we would each fill later. For now i wanted your arms around me-just as they had been for the past few hours. Locked in each others embrace-each enjoying the scents and features of each others body.
For you it was gently stroking my skin. My arms., my thighs, my chest and at times my rear. It was as I was as if we were magnets of opposite pole. The attraction was there and it was not going away.
Foir me it was the feling of being held close, of being protected perhaps, of intimacy and perhaps secret urges to be consumed any way you could consume me . I could feel your breathe, still hot, still trying to breathe in all of me. There was a certain sweetness to that. One I would love forever. As would you.
Sleep would come. But not much. That was not for now. That was for later. The afterglow, the lingering, had long faded for you. But not me. i could still clench my muscles down there and feel a slight tingle, a pleasure. You knew it. And I knew you knew it. And best of all I wanted you to know it. That after all we had just been through I would be there for you again and again.
That thought excited my brain and fired my imagintion. Perhaps on overactive one. But when ecstacy is involved-over active minds can be a couples best friend.
By:
Elandra77
Age:
51-55
