do take flight with my words dear reader

 

This is a story for the imagination...do take flight with my words...

There she was. Sitting between his spread legs.  His biceps and glutes tight , the nervous tension making them feel like rock against the softness of her thighs.

And even though the uncertainty could be cut with a knife his manhood stood proud and erect for her attention.

His scrotum had pulled  tight against the base of his shaft…the anticipation of what may happen causing them to pucker and climb high.

She had him blindfolded, wanting to add mystery and, at the same time, take away his concern of being under the scrutiny of her lustful gaze but, she knew behind that darkness, he could feel her searing, searching eyes.

She knew his desire, his fantasy of an indulgence where he would be at the mercy of the passionate need of another. He was not into domination of the extreme sort yet, enjoyed being dominated in the most sensual of ways.

It appealed to him to be led and told and held back in the act of foreplay. It appealed to him to be at the mercy of a woman who instinctively knew to find that throb, that ache within a man’s loins. That gentle yet, urgent and controlled coaxing, unhinging his sanity in the most provocative of ways.

Her stillness of body, her breathing controlled. She knew he would focus on listening and trying to hear her every move to help place space and time into perspective. That unfamiliarity behind the blindfold could be unsettling…and thus the certain caress of his shaft….that gently cupping of his scrotum…or as she loved to whisper….”feel me cup those tight balls of yours. Feel them fill my hand…”

She loved that first jerk of the body as her hands made contact…the torso contracting…and depending where the touch was….the ripple reaction of the rest of the body.

Most fascinating of all was the desire to control the voice and the gasp that wished to escape, the sheer pleasure and release of tension by that first contact of fingers on flesh. Her amusement, knowing that , in a short while she would have him moaning and begging and asking without inhibition…that freedom of voice realised …for should it not be…how less the pleasure instilled, experienced.

Her favourite was the selfish lingering enjoyment of watching him daring not to move lest he experience something untoward…and she always wondered what it was that held his body so still, so tight. She would ask him one day…

But, as always her mind sort to connect with his, her imagination took flight and began to settle in his thoughts, a contact made and she became him…she became his every desire and her mind and body began to drown and get lost in the heat of him…

A rhythmic mimicking of his body with hers began….never touching…yet so powerful was the heat permeating downward on his naked flesh that it felt as if she had lay upon him, weightless….

His nostrils filled with the scent of a woman pliably soft, the sweetness intoxicating, the muskiness inviting but, she had him pinned  to the surface of the plinth, restricting any chance of reaching out and pulling her near. He also knew better than to try…she would not allow him to stop that dropping into a world of intense passion….( to be continued...)

RB.