The cold of the room settles over my body. Coating skin in quivers and goosebumps. The silence marred only by the scuff of shoes against hardwood.
The restraints hold me, light and loose. Seemingly free but growing taut in movement, I wonder what this configuration would be needed for. The feel of the silk felt soft and smooth before, welcoming. But now it’s one more sensation in a catalogue. Deprived of sight and restrained from active touch, each new morsel of information is held and savoured.
I feel a cold prickle, uncomfortable and almost sharp, work it’s way up my leg. The thought that’s it is a bug drifts into my mind and I jerk. The sensation is gone. For a moment I’m relieved, but the soft silence returns. And the prickle begins again against my right hip this time.
I hold myself still. Not daring to breath, and still it wends its slow way up my side and across my breast. Pressing pickles across the top and painfully pressing into my breastbone. Slowly it moves to my bellybutton and I begin to thrash a bit, panicked it will move into me. And it moves down away from there and before I can sigh in relief it presses against my outer labia.
The panic swells in me, almost uncontrollable. I scream into my gag and the sensation goes away.
My heart beats faster and I almost panic.
A warm hand slips into mine and I feel liquid. Pel’s here. The shift from panic to relief whipsaws me around. I feel warm and tingly. And languid.
I feel the soft cotton of his clothes and then his weight settle atop me. Pressing into the soft and yet unyielding grip of the futon style bed.
Swaddled in silk and Pel, the gag comes loose and is quickly replaced by his lips. Pressing light and opening my mouth with a tongue insisting on the taste of me. Dancing and fighting, we plunder each other. Letting it all focus away into this.
And then, I’m cold again. The removal of his heat hits like a slap against my body entire. The gag is back in place and I almost think that I dreamed him. And the room returns to silence.
Somber reflection lingers too long
Trailing fingers slender with longing
Through water caught twixt one breathe and the next
Watching in wakeful yearn
Steps distant that still
Hands move forward toward
But stop ere flesh yields to simple caress
No time like the present
Only place all wrong
…in heart flutter deep resonance
…”With you, all places are right.”
And only conviction keeps
To furtive looks
With bedroom eyes
see the sleep but not the flame beneath
We but look for a place to burn
fingers caress my lips in remembrance
Cool and warmth
Pressure pushing me to the memory
Night blossoms around
Tongue tingles with the taste of her
Arms remember the curve of back
The boop of nose
Swirl against arms
Lightning storm cascades
Yearning for the taste of her
Her eyes alight with stars
A bit of mellow mixed with something so dance-able. And me being me, I like it as a song to look into a lover’s eye and drown ourselves in the sensation of touch
It’s the afternoon
And, as always, this wakes my hunger up
It begins in glances and smiles
Working its way through to my hands
Longing to touch you
My feet, to take me to you.
Works its way to my tongue longing to taste you
My teeth to bite you and mark you as mine
It spreads to my lips longing to press to the soft and hard parts of you
It spreads electric down to my cock
Pulling it upward in defiance of gravity
Until it’s rock hard, pulsing and warm
It longs for your touch
The feel of your hand
The feel of it entering warm dark places of ecstasy and eloquence
Sliding in like completing a circuit of me and you
Trapped in this eternal moment of hunger
A Shiver crawls along
bending the soft hair
calling to the dance
a rhythm of crimson light
syllable by syllable
waking mind from slumber
..stretch muscles pulling skin
taut against soft pad of fingertips
blue and binding
…or slip away into dust
faint stirring wind
skitters across skin
the cold soothing in the afternoon heat,
first gust then a storm unfolds
rushing to the east
running, flying to you,
this sending of wind that kissed me,
now caresses you,
across the distance,
in the soft hush,
feel my touch
caress my skin
And make me
You are a sacrament made holy by debasement
Made glorious by the sweat and ecstasy of your flesh
Made exultant by convolution of your mind
I taste you on my tongue transubstantiated into need and desire
Your kiss becomes my miracle
Your saliva my wine
Stirring my blood to churn
You are my altar,
my saint of desire
Worship with me