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Long Hard Day
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Long Hard Day The day has been long. This I understand. Trust me and relax. Look into my eyes feel both of my hands on the sides of your face. See what I see. I don't have to tell you how beautiful and sexy you are. Deep within my eyes should tell you that, they say more than I ever could. The eyes can never have silver tongued lies. So you know the words that they show are true. I smile and let the gravity of our desire pull my lips to yours. Much like the moon pulls the waves to the shore. Slowly, we drink of each others fire. Letting the furnaces of our desire rage and radiate the world around us. The kisses are endless, but one by one each piece of clothing is removed from your body. The feel of my skin pressed to yours is the only way to end a day like today. Your bare chest pressed flat against mine. This is how today closes its chapter. Hold on to me let go of today. Live in this kiss as my arms hold you tight. Let me care for you. With each kiss, drink in my strength, drink in the comfort I can give. Your mind exhausted your muscles sore, yet your desire craves. Your mind can not think but your body can feel. My lips release yours as I slowly take a half step back. I look into your eyes and see how tired you are yet how alive your passion is. A soft kiss to your forehead before my hands run down both cheeks. My hands gently rest upon your weary shoulders. I gently turn you around with a slight pivoting motion of your shoulders. Running my hands down your rms I press my chest to your back encouraging you to bend over. You place your hands upon the countertop and feel my hands sail back and forth over your arms. You finally rest upon your forearms. My fingertips tease and tickle as they train up the terrain of your arms. You feel a tender kiss in the very small of your back. My thumbs steamroll parallel lines up along your spine. Your feel the strength of my hands as they massage your neck and shoulders. You finally commit completely. Closing your eyes letting the tension the stress of today vaporize from you and drift into the ether. Gentle strong twist kneads and turns of my fingers and palms are all you feel and know at this moment. The delicate dragging of my fingernails sends a current down your spine as you instinctively arch your back. My fingers spread wide as body hands soothe your skin as they slide back up to your shoulders. Time doesn’t seem to have any meaning right now. As I massage your back. Trace your ribs with my fingers. Let my hands flow along the curves of your beautiful silhouette. Feather light fingertips delightful dragging of digits. Kneading knuckles. Pleasuring palms. All working for you. Eventually the gravity of desire lets my hands follow your spine and my fingertip over the curve of your ass. My hands cup squeeze and kneed your with the dexterity of a baker preparing his medium. Varied pressure from my fingertips sometimes even digging in but always moving. You can tell from the angle of my hands on my knees behind you. Even in your tired state you can feel the wetness building between your thighs, Those very thighs bent over before my face. You cant resist the urge. You spread your legs just a little bit wider. You need me. My hands bracket your hips. You can sense I am some how getting closer to you. That;s when you feel a cushion of air, blown from my lips, find its way to the wetness you can no longer hide. You sudden sensation allows a moan escape your grasp. A second cushion of air makes you catch your breath. My tongue gives 3 dainty licks to your inner thigh before migrating a long dragged out lick up over your left cheek. That sensation is quickly followed by my teeth raking down that same cheek. This is where I question to myself if your knees buckled because of your fatigue or the pleasure you allowed yourself to have. I slowly stand as my face drags over your ass. I stand behind you. You can feel my desire ready to invade you. The tip of me aligned with the wetness that escapes you. My hands slide up your sides and around to your breasts. Kneeding fondling squeezing enjoying them in my hands. I can feel your hard nipples In the palms of my hands. I can feel them as i gently roll them between my fingers. I can feel them simply hold your breasts in my hands. Now is the moment. I press the head of me into you. Holding it there so we can enjoy the anticipation of our lustful desire. I slowly slowly slowly push further into you. I ease back. and forth within you. Each slow movement in and out of you is like a classical cellist drawing their bow repeatedly across the strings of their cello. Each deliberate movement designed to resonate the emotion, the gestalt, of the moment. Even as tired and drained as you are you push your hips back against me. We find a rhythm and build from there. Pushing and pulling back and forth in and out. You body coiled around me as I relentlessly try to push deeper and deeper into you. I have loved the tension from you. Now to lust out the stress. I grab you hair and pull. The din of the night is broken by the sound of my hand smacking your ass. You buck against me. I repeatedly thrust up and into you as if to take you off your feet. No words just the orchestra of our carnal cravings. Bent over hair pulled hard ramming pounds out the negatives of the day. The day unravels into words not sentences. Swollen inside you. Constricted around me. Deeper Harder More. More. Deeper. Harder. Yes. Dont stop. I need it. Give it to me. Harder. More. Yes. Clamping down on me. Exploding into you. Tremors rippling through you. Continuing to pump into you. Milking me. Filling you. Exhausted. Happy. Tired. My arms embrace you as we try to gather ourselves. I rest the side of my face against your bare back. I counter top cools your forehead as you rest against it. Your eyes are closed your arms tired as you try to catch your breath. The heat resonating from you skin flicks like embers as the night air lets your body return to its core temp. I have softened some but remain inside you. My lips kiss your skin, soft full rose petals resting upon satin and silk. I slowly stand as my hands slide down your beautiful curves. I rest my hands upon your hips. I press forward, one last time, so that even in my semi hardened state I am deep within you. I hold your hips to mine for a few moments before slowly easing out of you. I am glazed with our combined bliss as part of our pleasure slowly escapes down your inner thighs. Your arms can barely sustain supporting of your spent weight as your breath finally slows. Yet each breath escapes you like a billow. I help you stand and pull you against me in an embrace. Pulling you flush against my skin. My frame supporting yours. Your breath heavy against my skin. The scent of me so close to you covers most of the lingering wafts of sex still hanging in the air. You feel the strength of my frame and the soft ruggedness of my skin against you as comforting as a bed. Your eyes are heavy as the rhythmic heartbeat radiates from my chest. An erotic lullaby sung for you. Thumb thump. Thumb thump. Thumb thump. Hypnotic in its sound and proximity. Your lust is quenched Your body is tired. The intimacy of the moment slowly feeds your soul. Your own heart rate slows. So content. So sated. So comfortable. My arms blanketing you holding you up and against me as I support almost all of your weight. So peaceful that words drift between several breaths. You think to yourself, right now... even though… I think… I am still standing... I could... totally... fall… aslee………. Authors notes - yeah i finally typed up a story lol. Was originally going to call this Sensual Sated Sleep but think I like Long Hard Day better. Basically trying to convey a kind of cathartic look at love and lust. How caring and desire can merge and provide lovers a way to make a day better. Hope you enjoy  I may or may not put up a teaser to a story (that is in a more traditional format) sometime this week just hesitant because even though it already has over 1000 words typed not sure when i will finish it but will see. |
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I think I may be turned on after the last two writings you have done. WEll done my dear....well done.
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