full and heavy
she lay in bed, on her belly, one leg bent and her arms above my head - her hair fans out all around her, and her bent leg just visible - a glimpse of her ankle peeks out from the sheet that covers her ass and one leg - she doesnt wear the shirt she usually sleeps in - his shirt - she makes him wear it for a while after she washes it so she can smell him - she lays half awake, and waits for him to come to bed.
he walks into the room, the moonlight flowing into the room thru the large windows - trying to be quiet, thankful that her bedroom is light so he wont bump things or do something to wake her - shes insatiable and when he wakes her he knows she'll want him - as much as he wants her - but he doesnt want her right now - he just wants to look at her - just for a while - all this time together and he still likes watching her - her hair, her smile - the way she walks - he just cant get enough - he takes in her sleeping form, spies her ankle and is tempted to cover it - as he sits in the chair beside the bed, he notes his shirt - he looks at her, sees the bare shoulder beneath the sheets and warms to the thought of her being naked - she rolls over in bed and he glimpses her breasts - and then theyre covered again an she pulls the sheet around her - he remembers her breasts, can still see them even tho they are covered - full and heavy, his pillows after they make love, as he tries to recoup his strength - remembers the times he laid still beside her, simply breathing and tracing the little ridges - he stands - moves to the end of the bed . . .
shes half asleep when she hear him come into the room, trying to be quiet -but she can smell his scent - as it becomes quieter, she peeks out of the corner of closed eyelids and see him sitting beside the bed - watching her and she is tempted to ask if everythings ok - she rolls over, her breasts exposed for a moment, but she pulls the sheet up and over them, feigning being cold - and pretends to sleep - her eyes mere slits, she looks at him, standing just at the end of the bed, looking down at her as he undresses - naked, he comes toward her and she sees his cock - full and heavy - and she warms to the thought of him coming to bed - warms to the thought of him cumming . . . .
he walks into the room, the moonlight flowing into the room thru the large windows - trying to be quiet, thankful that her bedroom is light so he wont bump things or do something to wake her - shes insatiable and when he wakes her he knows she'll want him - as much as he wants her - but he doesnt want her right now - he just wants to look at her - just for a while - all this time together and he still likes watching her - her hair, her smile - the way she walks - he just cant get enough - he takes in her sleeping form, spies her ankle and is tempted to cover it - as he sits in the chair beside the bed, he notes his shirt - he looks at her, sees the bare shoulder beneath the sheets and warms to the thought of her being naked - she rolls over in bed and he glimpses her breasts - and then theyre covered again an she pulls the sheet around her - he remembers her breasts, can still see them even tho they are covered - full and heavy, his pillows after they make love, as he tries to recoup his strength - remembers the times he laid still beside her, simply breathing and tracing the little ridges - he stands - moves to the end of the bed . . .
shes half asleep when she hear him come into the room, trying to be quiet -but she can smell his scent - as it becomes quieter, she peeks out of the corner of closed eyelids and see him sitting beside the bed - watching her and she is tempted to ask if everythings ok - she rolls over, her breasts exposed for a moment, but she pulls the sheet up and over them, feigning being cold - and pretends to sleep - her eyes mere slits, she looks at him, standing just at the end of the bed, looking down at her as he undresses - naked, he comes toward her and she sees his cock - full and heavy - and she warms to the thought of him coming to bed - warms to the thought of him cumming . . . .
posted by Wanting at 12:11 AM
3 Comments:
me too...
nope!!! no more, im just a tease.
oh damn, b.a.; bravo!!! the end was so great, so sparse but so full. you are such a romantic, an artist of rare form, so full of the sadness which follows the artist, so full of the passion. b.a., i know some of your unhappinesss; i know you feel like you settled but maybe didn't know until you already had signed on the line. although certain things may be different, there is much in common with our core souls and i have to believe somewhere there is someone who could see both or either one of us and be that part that makes our spirits soar. i know you desire it. i try to be tough and deny it but c'mon... i am not a religious type but i have been known to do a twisted kind of praying and a little while back when you start leaving me msgs. i knew were a sad, gentle soul and i put you on my list which actually my deity is --DogGod- wonder why, huh? so i mention you to DogGod and i know you will find the way and get there... and i know your muse will be there..a fantasy...maybe. be a good one to ponder on...and who knows what may be around the corner.
and if i owe you an email, i'll send a scorcher...lol
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