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Beneath the thin band
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Beneath the thin band Beneath the thin band Silent are our thoughts, a mystery to anybody else, And yet lean in and share, this physical intimacy. feel the hand stroking up your leg, onto thigh, brushing aside and beneath this skirt you wear. The trembles in your body, the slight nod of affirmation, to continue this delightful exploration as around us the world does move. Ordering another two coffees, seeming to sit deeper into our seats, as the light here within are dimmer, as if to hide the food one might eat. And feeling beyond the soft sensual skin of thigh, which seems to vibrate at my touch, a deeper heat, a furnace core around which your thoughts in this moment. Leaning into me and across, whisper in my ear simply a breathy exclamation, as fingers eager cleverly stroke over thin cotton of your underwear, press gently and feel the moisture seeping hot beneath, as you move one leg slightly to a new angle, to give greater and more easier access to your core. Your own gripping and moving along my leg, toward my waist. A pause as we kiss, deep, and blind, unseeing of everyone else here, of all of existence and universe, as only reality and presence is of your lips, your touch, my touch, your breath, our lips, and duelling dancing tongues. Beneath the thin band my fingers slips, stroking, reaching, nimbly bypassing clothes restriction, lifting and pressing onward. a tip of finger draws down in cleft between these lower lips, lightly brushes over such sensitivity and for a moment your legs clamp shut at sweet torturing pleasurable sensation. You lean in anew, place and mark my neck with your eager kiss, breath words into my ear "will you always tease so, and ease so, and please me so. Will you make me want..." as my fingers, tow of, slip in, and delve, and lightly spin in the sticky dew of your arousal, as you loose words in sharp intake of breath. "Coffee." Our drinks delivered, placed upon the table. And you blush, and a fire red across your face. And I stroke again within, a stretching finger tip down one inner wall, pressing, teasing, awakening, as I listen to how your breathing changes, the movements of your body, how a certain touch makes you hold your breath, chew upon your lower lips, tremble as if your entire being, your entire placidity were not only a mirage, but the tension upon a pool of water so full, another drop might cause it to explode, to overflow, as such, and same, your own sensations, as slip and lightly thrust with questing fingers, and feel your hand clamp tight, lock upon my leg, as you bury your head in my shoulder once more. No words you speak, instead a breathy almost silent shout, of Yes. And your knuckles tight upon my leg. Your legs closing, clamping my hand and fingers in place, and feel a fresh spill of heat, a fresh spasm in your hips, lifting outward, and upward, pressing your body stronger against the places where fingertips touch, as on fulcrum of my touch, my stroking, you balance already of your pleasure, itching this delightful sensation. Beneath the thin band is heat, and moisture, and pleasure, and prophecy of things yet to come. You whisper in my ear, before taking to your coffee, as your draw your own hand across my thigh, across hardness hot beneath thin denim. "Oh such promises, and such gifts to be shared....". |
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Author51, my goodness, my word, read your recent posts, and all I can say is, your erotic sensibilities and ability to deliver textually have not diminished from Olympian heights! You are also looking, as usual, breathtaking, heart shaking, hardness raising. Hope my erotic thoughts can rise to the quality of your own.
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.....been a while since I have spoken, woken, I hope you find these words re-awaken stirrings in your own thoughts, in your erotic ruminations....
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