Archive-author: Mark O. Zorro
Archive-title: Some Vignettes
Some Vignettes – Dedicated to My Lovers
(From Fantasy and From Real Life)
Vignette: “At Work”
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Yes, I can see you now at the keyboard, the lights are low. The clicking of
the keys plays a sensuous melody of intimate romance and desire. I feel you
breathing harder, your heart beating in anticipation of your lovers’ caresses.
Your warmth begins to fill the room – everything seems to be on fire now.
Your skin, your breasts are strangely sensitive and ache for a soft touch, a
caress. Your mind swims in anticipation of your lover – your friend… you
imagine him coming up behind you, gently kissing you behind your ear, on your
neck. He turns you around on the chair, and slowly unbuttons your shirt.
First the top button, then the next, and the next…until your flushed
cleavage is fully exposed to him. As in the Song of Solomon, you pull his
head down between the two fawns that are your breasts, and beg him to kiss
you there. Your passion is beyond control – it is the point of no return,
and you welcome the feeling of totally yielding to this man, the man in your
dreams…
Vignette: “Beautiful Woman”
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“What a beautiful woman she is”, I thought to myself, as I lightly stroked
her hair. Her eyes, normally a beautiful blue, are now very black and very
open, revealing to me her innermost soul. Through these eyes, I could see
her begging me to take her now to the ultimate place of pleasure and desire.
Her lips, now flushed with hungry expectation, invite me to ravish them with
mine. Her breasts, rising up and down with every breath she takes, are capped
with taut nipples that cannot be contained until they, too, are completely
satisfied. Between her smooth, long legs, her womanhood sparkles in the
candlelight, its glory revealed by the sweet aroma of passion, and aching to
be kissed by my lips and filled completely to overflowing.
As I slowly and dreamily caress my gentle fingers down her soft back to the
secret place between her legs, I hear her sweetly moan – in a language that
only two lovers can understand – words of fulfillment yet with a calling out
for much more.
Sweetly and gently I lay her down on the soft featherbed, to give to her the
desire of her heart…
…End of the part1. To be continued..