Black Sheets & the Sea
The waves resounded off the walls, in a darkened room. A lonely house, filled with nothing but darkness, but held the light of the candles that danced upon the walls of one sole room, a room where the curtains flirted with the slight breeze that brought in the sound of the nearby sea.
As the curtains twirled in the background, the room was lit, to moderation, the candles setting of an ambience of sheer sensuousness, a temptation as much as the black silk sheets that lay wildly scattered across the bed. A leg, which had surfaced from the depths of those very sheets, enticed anyone to come hither. A leg, her leg, which was long, smooth and milky. As she took a sharp breath in her silky arms caught hold of the sheets, and tightened her grip. Her dream was turning to be more that she could handle. She woke, suddenly, with her soft brown curls lapping at the nape of her back. The silk sheets falling to her lap and displaying her bosom which was skilfully shielded by black lace, sculpted on her bosom.
She brought her hands forward to cover her, but he was too quick for her. As he collected the silks sheets of the bed, she moaned. A moan of defeat and pure anger mixed with an emotion she did not recognise. He took the sheets in his hands and approached her, and slowly let the black silkiness rest on the creamy velvet of her skin. While he moved closer to her ears, he whispered her name several times until he was close enough to touch her. He touched her, with his teeth, as he gently bit her ears, instantly sending a pleasurable chill down her back, down to her toes. Her body reacted; she shuddered & let out a soft moan. More in need than the last, a carnal calling that woke her senses.
She reached out to him, and felt him moving towards her, nearer. As he drew nearer and nearer, her body grew warmer. She felt as if the chill had surpassed her by leaving back only warmth. Warmth that flourished from within her, making the room change feeling, a feeling she only felt with his presence around her.
As he moved further onto the bed and lay inches above, she looked into his eyes, and saw the flicker of the candle flame glimmer amongst the desire burrowed within. While he approaches her waiting lips, he stops and waits and looks deep into her eyes. Her expression changes as she looks deep into his eyes, questioning his reasons and yet not being to move or look away. Slowly her eyes descend to his lips, as she moves closer and her lips touch his. In that very instant, her emotions explode. The slight sensation of his softness against her sends her into frenzy that makes her dizzy. As her tongue finds his, he pulls away, looking deep into her eyes and yet not saying a word. He gets up from her, the bed and sheets, and walks away into the darkness of the night, leaving her with nothing but wanting more.
OMG Bloody brilliant!!!!!!!!!!!!
The detail is exquisite
December 4, 2008 at 10:29 am
bloody amazing.. i actually felt like i was involved in it!..
are u a “he” or a “she”? lol
December 4, 2008 at 10:43 am
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otherwise it’s good
not as interesting as the others
I read it backwards!
August 25, 2009 at 8:01 am
@St.Fallen – You read the last one first which was more juicy 🙂 This is the 2nd part. I changed the paragraphs 🙂 Will remember next time. Thanks Fallen 🙂 *HUGS*
August 25, 2009 at 8:22 am