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Rated: GC · Other · Erotica · #1347778
suggestive interplay of the five senses
Awareness.

Blackness.

A ghostly coldness flies acoss my face.  A barely audible swoosh causes the hairs on the back of my neck to stand at attention.  Tingling sparks of fire shoot down my spine.  My jaw muscles spasm and I can hear the unnerving chattering of teeth.  The head is chilled but the rest of the body is snuggly warm.  My arms raise overhead as I duck under the inviting covers.

This simple act causes a raise in blood pressure.  A different swoosh is heard as warm life pulses through my ears.  Rhythmic throbbing in my hands and feet are timed to a steady heart beat.

Shhh.  Another sound catches my attention.  I focus on my body but the noise does not originate from me.  Straining, the sound is not coming from the coldness outside of the comforter.

My breathing deepens.  The pounding in my chest becomes more resonant.  My entire being vibrates in anticipation.  My hand slowly reaches out to traverse the vast gully between me and the sound.  One digit touches down and then another and another until the whole hand safely lands.  The soft landing pad starts to shake and quiver.  Our fingers reposition themselves, guided by instinct.  My hand melds into hers; they are a perfect match.



Home.

Thoughts of a happy childhood flitter through my mind.  Images of mom and dad, birthday celebrations, family reunions, applause flicker for mere seconds.  Coming home to an aroma filled atmosphere, saliva watering my lips in expectation of the scrupmtious dinner to be devoured that evening - the anticipation and fulfillment - this is how love should always feel.

My hand is in nirvana.  Refuge, gentleness, smoothness is entwined between the fingers.  But something is missing.

My fingers slowly untangle themselves.  The want to explore more.  Heading down, they encounter more silky terrain.  Flicking a wrist and moving away, reversing the flick and moving back, the world is a hairless, firm thigh.  Satisfied, my hand retraces its steps.  A gentle curve stops it midway.  Another flick and more curves.  Two curves separated by an enticing gap.  The humps are also firm but can be coaxed to jiggle tantalizingly.  A heavenly heinie.  My hand forms a cup.  Another perfect match.

Still unsatisfied, my hand rises from its peaceful slumber to probe the farthest reaches of this exquisite territory.  The journey resumes, this time guided by exotic edges, delicate dips, shapely swerves, and compelling contours.  This slow meandering contributes to a tortuous trajectory that canvasses all the beauty beneath my fingers.

Finally, my hand reaches the nadir of this titillating world.  It weaves through the long, luxurious strands of fine floss, releasing a subtle fragrance reminiscent of cherry blossoms in spring.  A sheer gossamer of hair covers her twinned brows; dainty eyelashes flutter under my fingers.  I feel a smirk curl at the margin of her lips.  Although I cannot see, I feel mischief radiating from her.  A gentle tug at my finger and it is suddenly enveloped in a senuous moistness.  A slick, provocative tongue wrestles my finger into submission.  Stunned, my finger surrenders to this glorious rapture.  Too soon, she relinquishes my finger, giving it time to compose itself.

Never tiring, my hand's restless nature is encouraged by the stimulating, almost melodious sounds emanating from this enchanting wonder.  Her utterances became more incessant and urgent.  Using basic intuition and directions from my rousing leader, a masterpiece of murmurs and moans, rattles and reverbations mingled with primal urges, jerking limbs, and unrestrained spasms builds to a deafening crescendo.  One last electrifying shriek, incapable of being stifled even under the most controlled conditions, escapes and a leisurely descent back to earth ensues.

The journey - from deep chasms and peaked mountains, across lush valleys and sexy streams - comes to a decided end.  Not only has my hand surveyed this flawless, fleshy realm, it has captured her heart, captivated her mind, and seduced her soul.  This ethereal beauty and I lie together, two entities merged into one, one perfectly complementing the other in mind, body, and spirit.

Only in a dream.

Bliss.
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