Sunday, August 22, 2004
I was lying on my front, my hair loose down my back and the sheet pulled up to my waist. One arm was tucked under my pillow, just revealing my right breast. My eyes were still closed, but I could sense you lying next to me on your side, looking at me and smiling.
I felt you lift the curtain of my hair and stroke it to lie on the pillow, just brushing the back of your hand over my shoulders on the way back. So softly it was almost not there, you touched your index finger to the back of my neck, then down the line of my spine to the top of the sheet.
You lent over and followed the same path with the tip of your tongue. I didn't open my eyes, but I smiled, contentedly.
Lifting the sheet, you pushed it down to my knees. As the cool air of morning and the warmth of your body drifted over my back, my skin suddenly seemed super-sentitive and the wave of contentment turned to anticipation of your touch.
Your naughty hand went back to my hairline, this time more definite, but still playful. It stroked a path down my neck, across my shoulder, just touching the side of my breast and down to my hip. And then from hip to hip and back again across the rise of my bottom.
I sighed happily and stirred, tilting the angle of my pelvis up from the bed and moving my thighs apart just slightly. Your fingers traced the line under my buttock to the gentlest of exploration between my legs.
I felt you lift the curtain of my hair and stroke it to lie on the pillow, just brushing the back of your hand over my shoulders on the way back. So softly it was almost not there, you touched your index finger to the back of my neck, then down the line of my spine to the top of the sheet.
You lent over and followed the same path with the tip of your tongue. I didn't open my eyes, but I smiled, contentedly.
Lifting the sheet, you pushed it down to my knees. As the cool air of morning and the warmth of your body drifted over my back, my skin suddenly seemed super-sentitive and the wave of contentment turned to anticipation of your touch.
Your naughty hand went back to my hairline, this time more definite, but still playful. It stroked a path down my neck, across my shoulder, just touching the side of my breast and down to my hip. And then from hip to hip and back again across the rise of my bottom.
I sighed happily and stirred, tilting the angle of my pelvis up from the bed and moving my thighs apart just slightly. Your fingers traced the line under my buttock to the gentlest of exploration between my legs.
Thursday, August 19, 2004
really all I feel like doing is going to sleep in your arms for hours and hours
Monday, August 16, 2004
me warm and sleepy next to you, can't quite be bothered to open my eyes as I kiss you
Sunday, August 15, 2004
stroke my hair across the rise of my breasts, and kiss the back of my neck
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
who would believe such a sweet-faced angel could be so powerful?
you are exceptionally precious to me
Friday, August 06, 2004
I was looking well kissed and rosy-lipped.
