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Into Slumber
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Into Slumber His clothes Slumped off his tired state Before he crawled into bed. She put down her book, Smiling as she watched him Slink and sink Into the bed. She could see how tired he was. The toll on him From long weeks Was apparent, Though he never complained. His blue eyes Strained to fight The weight of his eyelids. “Goodnight baby” It was as much a pleasantry As it was a declaration. He leaned over To kiss her goodnight. She felt the light touch Of his soft lips Rest onto hers. The feel of her lips Seemed to kick start His energy Even for a moment. A simple kiss Was never just a simple kiss When it came to them. A slow soft Rose petal light kiss Turned deeper. There was no intent, Just an organic building From tender to intimate. The day Slipped away As familiar lovers Found their way Back to each other. His hand Slid over her hip And around to her back As he rolled her closer. She draped her leg Over his. The feel of her soft skin Against him Sent a mild shot Of soothing comfort With a jolt of excitement Down the back of his head Before crackling its way Down his spine. Her leg felt so amazing over his. As soft as crushed velvet And as smooth as silk. Every time she breathed It slid back and forth Ever so slightly. Just enough movement Where there was almost no friction But still enough To feel the subtle Ebb and flow. The passion in his kiss Was there Like it was the first time All over again. But she could taste His energy level draining. The light touch of his hand Against her cheek was heavier than the feather light touch she knew so well. His body was too tired to obey what his heart and mind was craving. They slowly retreated from the kiss. She could watch the battle he was fighting, desperately trying to stay awake and enjoy her. There was sadness in her eyes seeing him exhausted to the point of being just the shell of himself. But she also smiled at how cute it was to watch her big strong man overtaken by sleep. His eyes were heavy and his body slightly drunk on her. His eyes opening and closing in unison with his slowing breathing. She touched his face and watched him melt like a collapsing souffle. His gaze was more snapshots of image than they were the motion picture of life. In the tumble of their kiss her top shifted, She wasn't fully exposed but her nightgown was barely covering her nipple. Even in his stupor he couldn’t resist. He leaned back in kissing her neck. Her moans stoke the ember that were keeping him awake. his lips explored her neck even though he knew exactly where each of her melting points were. His lips fell from her neck to below her collarbone. Like little ’s footsteps pittering down the hallway to bed, his kisses march towards her cleavage. Tiny steps closer, tiny steps closer. Each kiss she felt built the tension within her. Each kiss a little softer as even his endless passion for her couldn’t keep him awake much longer. She tried to compose herself. She leaned up, “Lay down honey.” She patted the pillow and he was to worn to refuse. As his head hit the pillow she watched his remaining energy just dissipate like a cloud of steam. She pulled off her top and scooted close to him. If he wasn’t yet asleep, a few more breaths and he would be. Cupping her breast she ran her nipple back and forth across his lips. She could feel him breath against her skin until he opened his mouth. She eased into him as his mouth instinctively closed around her. His moans were soft, almost as an exhale. Slowly he started to suckle. His lips sealed her within his mouth. His tongue sculpted itself to the curve of her breast. There his lips pulled her towards. There his lips and tongue tugged at her. Softly suckling. She cocooned herself around him. She felt a heavy exhale flush against her skin as she gently ran her fingers through the back of his hair. A gentle press of her hand to the back of his head urged him back upon her breast. The house was quiet any sound seem amplified as the soft sounds of his sucking played in time with her heartbeat. The undulating pull upon her breast seemed to want to make her shut her eyes. Each suck seemed to cause her to close her eyes. He body pulled itself closer to her. like this intimate moment was just a prelude to a dream state and a new dawn with each other. Every now and again his suckling would slow before it picked back up in his endless pursuit to enjoy and please her. The tug, tug, tug….tug was as endless as it was erotic. Time was warped beyond comprehension. Here her rock was vulnerable trusting in her like only he could. She could feel how deep his passion for her ran, every time her nipple slid back and forth in his mouth. She couldn’t tell if he was sucking the energy from her or filling her with a sense of peaceful admiration. Her fingernails grazed his scalp as she ran her finger back thru his hair and cradled his head. The tugging his lips caused upon her breast, accelerated at her touch. The change in pace caused a soft moan to escape from within her. The sweet pang of tingling subsided as his pace returned to the melodic syncopation of their desires and dreams. The cadence of his worship had the same sleepy soothing effect that one experiences when witnessing the waves settling along the lakeshore as day turns to night. Her fingers balled into a fist within his hair and she bit her lip as his face buried and, smothering himself into her. He rooted around mashing his face against her breast till he found what ever caused him to look, before continuing to suckle. He had long been asleep and everything he had done and continued to do was completely natural and unscripted. This simple act and shared experience somehow built upon the bond they shared. This was intimacy in one of its many forms. She felt at peace. She felt wanted. She felt love As he laid there sleeping. His lips Softly tugging at her As an automatic response To being latched on to her. Every little pull Of his lips Soothed her. Thoughts about work or bills Floated away. The night grew darker As her eyelids Rose and fell In time With her slowing heartbeat. The warmth of his skin against hers Made her find her peace. She could feel How his tongue Cradled And pulled at her. The depth of his desire And devotion Released the weight Of reality From her. This is how the day ended And together they both went Into slumber. |
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 Very well written. Talented sexy man xo
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Once again trying to read behind leaking eyes. SO tender "familiar lovers, yet it an embrace like first time". This the double blessing of true, genuine love. To me there is no greater intimacy than familiarity, the rituals of everyday life and love. I was touched by the sadness in her eyes that were not for herself but for seeing him exhausted. Selfless, pure altruism. One of your best beautiful man. I continue to be humbled as a "writer" when I read your posts. Thank you so much for sharing this with Senior Sizzle. It somehow does not seem a worthy forum. xoxoxo Your biggest fan Please read my blog The Sapiophiles Sapiogurl
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6/21/2016 4:48 pm |
you captured almost perfectly the intimacy, tenderness, compassion that comes only from the sharing of those most secret pleasures that draw you closer to each other.
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How Sweet!  Nice job Perv!
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