Male writers - part 4




A continuation of writings , contributions from a males perspective.
You have got to love this one reader...how lucky be she...and he.




Slowly the morning seeps into their consciousness
The room is dimly, softly lit through the curtains
Warm, soft, cuddled, the two lovers lie together
Their hands softly, gently touching each other
Drifting in and out – dreaming/awake/asleep
He turns into her body, caressing her hair, her back, her buttocks
Her nipples grow hard, her breathing more audible
His hand moves more urgently, purposefully
Slipping down between her legs, finding her lips, wet, yielding
His fingers tug at her, tease her, slip into her
A moaning arching in response, seeking more
His hardness presses against her but is withheld
For today a different way holds sway
His hand, pressing further into her, filling her all,
Feeling the softness move within her, alive, aroused,
Gripping, flexing, pulsating, giving, more and more
Time seems to stand still, but she falls further into the vortex
Wanting more, urging more, until she can endure no more
The touch, the taste, the scent, the feel, the everything
That makes them as one, past, present and future
No matter what.
-anon-




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