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..it was raining....(erotic prose)
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..it was raining....(erotic prose) ....it was raining.... It was raining and we were wet. We were also very warm, warmed by thoughts that made each of us, in turn, wet and hot, or in my case naturally hard and throbbing. Desire can do that, reshape your body, reshape your thoughts. In the rain we should have been hiding, finding more shelter than this tree, with distant leaves high above. Yet your lips demanded we stay here, as kisses deep we shared. How the dots of cold rain mixed with the richness, the lushness, the warmth, of your body, as my lips tracked along your wrist, to elbow, to arm, and up to shoulder. We were still dressed, and yet our minds had unclothed us already. I could picture the curve and shape of your breast in my thoughts, as my fingers traced across front of your tshirt, lightly grasping the top to rub the nipple beneath. Felt the rising heat, and the suction of your kiss demand more attention as my fingers lightly tweaked that subtlety raised nipple inside a tiny pocket of wet material. I undid your bra, with fingers eager, and you leant forward to make it easier, as our kiss continued, then your broke our lip lock to chase my earlobe, and my own kisses fell as marauding nomads upon sweet and succulent line of your neck and throat. You shivered and held me tightly, as the rain shower grew heavier, though this simply made me note anew the difference in the heat of you against the coolness of the air; and my fingers tracing sought to deliver more joy. My fingers tracing around the aureole of your breasts, lifting and raising by sliding stroking touch, the fine dimples; and then stroking in, and lifting, as if a potter working clay, the fine taut nipple sensitive with warm exploring fingertips rejoicing. Your legs were tangled with mine, one leg over mine, and there I could feel the pressing heat and molten core of your body, as I am sure you could feel my hardness of desire. One of my hands tracked around your waistband, tracing the skin, and stroking and seducing, until upon your rounded thigh my hand rested.....then plunged down and spread flat and stroked directly over the heat I knew and had felt beneath, with a pressure easing down and upon. You released my earlobe, and sought my mouth, hungry for my kisses - hungry to communicate your pleasure; as you suck long and deep upon my tongue. My hand stroked, and then my fingers stroked forward, with swirling marks felt warmth of your body, your inner thighs moving, then a fingertip drew along those swollen dew topped lower lips, and felt you moan lightly in my mouth....and two fingers stroked back and forth across those hot lips, feeling, and listening, and then turned in and extended forward into the tunnel beyond and swirled them from top to bottom of this humid molten core. Spreading your nectar hot, and then some on tip of fingertip, rolled finger over your body, not far, just up to where your clit hid inside its hood; and stroked the fingertip over that hood to pull the hood slightly back, and anoint the clit within with moisture slick and rich and Arabian<b> spicy </font></b>honey sweet. In my arms you rocked, and seemed the rain droplets upon your body were seared off, as a burst of heat escaped from your body beautiful....and it kept raining; and you, brighter than any solar Sun, smiled up at me with firm intent at mischief on your lips and passion's strength a fire-storm in your eyes. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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