I walk barefooted in the dimly lit hallway… the silky hem of my sheer robe caressing my thighs. I follow the trail of delicate red and white rose petals laid for me on the floor, until I reach a door – or what should be a door… There are curtains instead.. white and dancing in slow motion as the gentle afternoon breeze makes love to them… I feel as though they’re beckoning me… to enter, with tender promises of pleasure unparalleled… I come inside.
He comes from behind me, encircling his arms around my waist… Slowly tugging at the rope that held together the flimsy piece of cloth that came between me and his hot flesh. He nuzzles his face on the curve of my neck, drinking in the scent of me, as I feel the smooth fabric slip from my shoulders, to my back, my legs and down to my ankles… He starts raining small kisses down my back, my breast fills his palm.. I let out tiny moans of pleasure as I feel the gentle grazes turn into nibbles… Impatiently, he whirls me around… as he continues nibbling along the curves of my waist… As his thumbs knead my thighs, he runs his tongue across my belly… It’s wet and raspy and I feel feverish, my legs trembling as it travels down, down… A moan escapes from my lips.
I reach down to touch his face. And open my eyes oh so reluctantly to confirm what I’ve always known all along. It’s not him.
I wake up feeling dirty and ashamed.
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Whoa, I was expecting a monster or something. At least it’s human, yes?
Haha yeah.handsome one too;)
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A very humane piece of longing and desire. The last line, especially is sad, not that he is not there, but that ‘she’ feels the way she does – makes the reader feel such sympathy for her, for she has done nothing wrong. Very nice descriptions, such as he rains of kisses. ‘Fills’ needed in 8th line. I think you handle that beautifully, but the interesting test would be if you can do the same for ‘him’ and ‘his’ feelings in another context – if you can make the male character’s desires and thoughts come alive too – nice piece.
Hehe dont really care abt that man in my dream/nightmare…sigh that monster. he’s handsome but i dont recognize him really.. My bf and i would talk abt it the next day over a meal (accdng to superstition, if you tell your nightmare story to someone while eating, it wont come true) what made me feel so sad was the thought that i’d ever have to make love to another man again. I so want my bf to be my last:) still, i wake up with a smile.lol thats why m ashamed of it,really.
Got you – touching words there. My comments were more on the ‘technical’ side of the piece, but you really brought the human warmth into it there, with that thing they call ‘love’! Heehee//just joking
Haha i get your point too and a great great advice that i amtaking the next time i write:)
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Kz, you are a riot… It was very passionately written… Enjoy the visitation.
haha thanks! glad you enjoyed it ^^
Nice piece…
thanks, Ted! ^^