Lying here all alone in my room. The keyboard shakily perched upon my knees, my feet criss-crossed on top of my desk, my eyes staring at the monitor. You had to rush off. Not the usual long, drawn out goodnight.

Earlier, you had written asking me how I was going to spend my day my night. Saddened, I answered, “thinkingwishingdreaming.waiting..writing.” You knew what these short answers conveyed. “Write a new story, one that has me as your muse, your inspiration?” you asked. I ponder for a moment happily realizing you remembered. A rush of adrenaline permeates my soul. I can’t say no to you. The mere thought of disappointment crossing your beautiful face sears me deep.

This is your story.all for you…because of you .

She breathed life like a whirlwind into my very being. I have never seen her, except through the words on the screen. Something about her intrigued me, piqued my curiosity, and opened the passion buried deep within my heart. Someone once said, “My heart has many rooms; I occupy but a few. The rest go unvisited.” That was me. Many rooms, too many unvisited even locked. Until you..


I knocked on your door. You knew who I was. You extended your hand to mine leading me in. A surge of energy ignited at the touch. I knew you were aroused, I knew you were getting wet. You walked backwards all the while your eyes fixed upon mine. The many words written now dynamically understood through sight. At your bed, you motioned for me to lie down but I had other ideas.

I slowly walked up to you stopping a mere breath away from your face. I could feel your warm breath a little erratic on my mouth. My hands started to play with the bottom of your shirt but my fingers needed to feel you–your soft, warm, delicate coral skin. A small gasp escapes. Your breathing quickened even more from the first touch of my fingers upon your flesh. You put your hands upon my waist sending shivers up and down my spine, my legs getting weak. What you do to me–your eyes, your soft, gentle touch–enhanced by your presence Do you know?

I lift your shirt as it encumbers my advances. You know my desire, you know my want–you feel it too. It’s a dangerous, erotic, desperate need to be loved–to be pleasured beyond the comprehension of the mind–it’s basic, foundational, even primal.

Deep within you the fires of desire already kindled flash into a full on flame. I see the fire set in your eyes. My want grows wetter. I quickly open the zipper that conceals your garden; a loud moan escapes your tender lips. I caught that. I saw how you licked your sweet lips.

For a brief moment we lose eye contact. You looked down at my lips and saw how red and full they were becoming. You swallowed hard thinking of the possibilities. Then you looked back into my eyes as your pj’s glided down your sizzling legs with no effort seemingly willing it off your body.

Oh sooooo beautiful, sooooo lovely you are.

I take a few steps back, you try to stop me, but I smile reassuringly. You smile as you notice the sexiness coming from my eyes. I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor. I reach back unclasping my bra. My right hand floats to the strap on my left shoulder. I watch your eyes following my hand I tease you by going slower. I know you want to see them, it’s urgent. You’ve never done it. You’ve never touched, tasted, suckled ***** in your mouth before. Your lips part, your craving moistening. You know I desire that as well–to be your firstyour lastyour forever.

Seductively, I press my fingers against my cocoa skin under the strap cascading my hand down my arm taking the strap with me. I stop. At my elbow. Your eyes for a moment thwarted, because my ***** are still concealed, until you realize the other strap is coming down too. My left hand reaches for the right strap and the bra falls to the floor revealing my self to you. My chest entrances your eyes. You can see my breathing is shallower and quicker by the rise and fall of my *****. You want to come to me–to feel me–my softness, but you wait. You know I’m not ready yet.

How can you know so much, understand my need and desire? The connection established, set my heart afire.

With your love growing stronger I become the intensity of your look. I release the tie that holds my shorts. You smile, you groan when it falls. There’s nothing left to hinder your access. You walk towards me, it’s magnetic. I walk towards you. We stop. It’s tender. It’s sweet. It’s sensual. . . . . . . . . . . . .