Wednesday, December 29, 2004
I like to imagine us on a chair in front of the firelight, me curled up with your arm round me. Your hand stroking my hair, softly softly softly, a deep loving kiss, so intense I forget everything around me except the feel and taste of you.
Monday, December 20, 2004
Once I get a touch of you, I just need to get a taste of you
Sunday, December 19, 2004
No doubt about it, it had been a tiring week. When I got home on Friday night, you just wrapped your arms around me and led me to the sofa. With my head cradled next to your heatbeat and your hands gently in my hair, I was asleep in minutes.
When I awoke an hour later, you were breathing steadily, your eyes were closed and your hands still. I lifted my head slowly so as not to disturb you, then moved quietly to kneel beside the sofa. I couldn't help but smile. Gently, oh so gently, I pulled your belt out of the buckle.
Your breathing changed slightly, but your eyelids didn't flicker, so I slowly dragged down your zip and just crept my fingertips inside your waistband.
My teasing fingers paused when they encountered the hardness of your full erection. I quickly looked to your face, I was pretty sure you were no longer asleep but you were doing a good job of pretending.
When I awoke an hour later, you were breathing steadily, your eyes were closed and your hands still. I lifted my head slowly so as not to disturb you, then moved quietly to kneel beside the sofa. I couldn't help but smile. Gently, oh so gently, I pulled your belt out of the buckle.
Your breathing changed slightly, but your eyelids didn't flicker, so I slowly dragged down your zip and just crept my fingertips inside your waistband.
My teasing fingers paused when they encountered the hardness of your full erection. I quickly looked to your face, I was pretty sure you were no longer asleep but you were doing a good job of pretending.
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Today I am wearing a rather nice matching set of red underwear that was a particularly welcome present. For me, it's a remarkably conservative set: modest coverage, no scooped cleavage, no overflowing balcony cup, no tie sides, no thong back.
And yet, the feel of it is the most sensuous experience. The fabric is the softest I have ever touched; my fingertips glide across it moulded faithfully to my curves. For all its modesty to the eye, it doesn't conceal to the fingers - it enhances.
All day I have imagined your hand reaching up under my top to caress my breasts through the silky material. My nipples are unmistakably hard against the softness, eager for the feel of your thumb stroke stroke stroking until my whole body feels like warmed chocolate, weak with desire for you.
I can picture you lifting my sweater and taking my nipple into your mouth, bra and all. Sucking through the cloth making the silky damp circle rub against me, doubling the sensation.
And yet, the feel of it is the most sensuous experience. The fabric is the softest I have ever touched; my fingertips glide across it moulded faithfully to my curves. For all its modesty to the eye, it doesn't conceal to the fingers - it enhances.
All day I have imagined your hand reaching up under my top to caress my breasts through the silky material. My nipples are unmistakably hard against the softness, eager for the feel of your thumb stroke stroke stroking until my whole body feels like warmed chocolate, weak with desire for you.
I can picture you lifting my sweater and taking my nipple into your mouth, bra and all. Sucking through the cloth making the silky damp circle rub against me, doubling the sensation.
