Dark Velvet Night of Stars

Dark Velvet Night of Stars

There are nights when the moon seems haunted behind a silver veil and the world is still. So still that you can hear your soul stir from sleep. Longings you bury in the haste of the day
rise to conciousness. A soft breeze will tease your cheek and bring to memory a lover's caress.
You hear him calling your name in the whisper of trees. They hypnotize you into closing your eyes...and he's with you...

A current flows through me as I feel his hands and the tingle along my skin. My nipples are hard beneath silk and they ache for his rough hands and eager mouth. I open my blouse and run circles across them with a fingertip moistened from my mouth. Moan at the thought of his lips and tongue. There's a throbbing in my mound. Crickets chirp in an unceasing rhythm, not unlike the slow, sensuous grind of pelvis on pelvis. I reach into my panties, into the wet, soft folds he calls "liquid heaven" and I'm
swimming with desire. Rub the swollen center of my clit with quick flicks of my finger, arch with the fantasy of him inside me, teasing me with in and out strokes until I plead for more
and then entering me to the hilt and riding me hard. I come in waves, my skin flushed, heart pounding, over and over until I crest and sigh
in release and fall asleep into dreams.


Charisma 2-6-06