It is dark and the whole house is quiet. Not a sound can be heard apart from the midnight melodies serenading me from beyond my bedroom window. Not one object can be distinguished, one shadow to the next, all blending into each other as a mural on a darkened canvas. A lone candle jumps to life and for a split second I am blinded. As my eyes adjust, I can see a figure moving slowly towards me. Their face is hidden in shadow, and as they inch towards me I can feel my blood pump faster and goose bumps travel up my spine. I am at their mercy, and they know it. I am helpless and my skin crawls with an emotion so powerful it cannot be described.

The figure on the bed moves ever so slightly, straining to see who approaches. I chuckle at their predicament, and ever so slowly move towards them, drawing out the suspense and fear. I turn and light a candle, which I place on the bureau behind me, allowing them to see nothing more than the silhouette of their fear. They are helpless and afraid, and my skin crawls with ecstasy at their weakness and vulnerability.

They’re moving closer to my bed, to me. The candle casts flickering shadows upon the wall, confusing and numbing the brain. Where one once stood, now stand three. Are they only shadows? I cannot tell. My eyes are shut, my mind frozen. I am stiff and unable to move, unable to think.

The pleasure is insurmountable. Who knew that being in this position of power could invoke such emotion!? I am ecstatic and can hardly contain my emotions. I am infused with power, more mighty and powerful than I ever thought possible. It is too great; I must find a release! I must reach for my lover.

I slowly approach the end of the bed. I am confident and in charge. There is nothing I cannot do, and no one I cannot conquer. I brush the sheets of the bed with my fingertips, feeling the sensuous material come to life under my touch. A cool breeze blows in from the window, flickering the candle and sending shivers up my spine. I see my shadow on the wall, and I wonder, “Is this really me?”

She approaches the bed, and I am speechless. The flickering candle accents her every curve, the pale moonlight falling gently across her exquisite face. A breeze lightly ripples her gown, delicately brushing across the smooth skin of her stomach and billowing softly around her slender legs. The fabric draws tight across her breasts, teasing her nipples taunt straining against the sheer satin fabric. A goddess in the moonlight, she holds the beauty of the universe in the palm of her hand.

I am on edge; he must know. I am now as vulnerable as he is, but I refuse to let it show. I must keep the upper hand, or he will have won and I will never live it down. I grit my teeth, stand tall, and force myself to focus on what I am doing and not what my body is telling me to do. I slowly draw my gaze over my lover’s body, and my breath stops short on its way from mouth to lungs. The finely sculpted body laid out in front of me is nothing short of a masterpiece, a work of art. My shadow blocks most of him from the candle light, but the impish moon adorns just enough for my blood pressure to rise slightly and my heart to quicken in my chest. From the light glinting off his eyes, I can see him slowly running his gaze over me, and it’s as if his hands are doing the same. I am quickly losing control, but I must not let him know. I stand firm and try to keep my cool. I don’t know how long I can play this game.

If she doesn’t hurry this up, I don’t know what I’m going to do! Just seeing her standing there, with everything in control drives me crazy. Standing there staring at me with her doe-like eyes drives me over the edge. I am hardly able to contain myself. I don’t know how much longer I can lie here and pretend like nothing’s happening. But I must keep my cool, if only for her.

She slowly slides onto the bed, onto her knees. With slender fingers, she gingerly, unhurriedly and seductively, lifts the camisole mid way up her thighs. My heart is beating so fast my head feels like it’s going to explode. She rubs her hand slowly up my leg, sending a multitude of senses into my brain. My body responds, driving me to the edge, but stopping me before I take the plunge. Again I realize just how much I am at her mercy, with me to do şanlıurfa escort with as she pleases. Her every whim, her every desire, I am entirely hers. I am her canvas.

My touch on the bed is light and I glide upwards as if weightless. Time stands still. I stare into my lovers’ eyes and as he stares back. We are already one. Gently, purposefully, I leave featherweight kisses along his body. As my skin brushes his, I feel him give a slight shudder and it sends a shock of electricity along the length of my body. Along his long sturdy legs and past his muscular thighs, I am teasing and planting promises as I go. Across his well-toned abdomen, around his erect nipples to his throat and chiseled jaw. Finally arriving firmly at his open, awaiting mouth, I reach a place that we both know from which there is no return.

After what seems like an eternity, she finally reaches my face. Teasing, she nibbles softly at my lower lip sending my mind exploding into a million different colors. Quivering gently, she places a soft kiss upon my lips. Passionately I return the touch, locking us together and sending us on a magical ride. A tongue slips through, and all thought is abandoned. Intertwined we create our own magic, reaching higher, further than ever before. Her supple lips are glowing as they leave mine, and on her face a beauty I have never seen lights my heart aglow. I close my eyes as she lightly plants soft kisses on my lids, down to my ears.

I nibble at his earlobe and dart my tongue quickly out and in, touching the sensitive nerves behind his ear and that base of his neck. I slide my fingers up to his mouth, and as he lightly sucks them we share in baited breath. We are alive in the moment.

I run my hands through his hair, and he is mine. Wholly and unequivocally mine. My hair slips past my face and falls onto his. He breathes deeply the smell of my inner being, and is intoxicated. Drunk on our love, we lose ourselves in each other, letting go and being free.

She seduces me with the faintest touch, leaving me yearning for more. The intensity rises, and together we experience feelings that neither of us has ever felt before. Her hair in the moonlight, the soft glow from the candle dancing majestically over her prefect skin, the light touch of her lips on mine make the passing hours seem like minutes. Just the movement of her body on mine sends me to far away places, places I wish I didn’t have to return from.

I don’t want tonight to end. I want it to last forever.

I don’t want tonight to end. I want it to last forever.

This has gone on long enough. I can’t hold myself back any longer. I look deep into his eyes, and I know it’s time. I push myself back up onto my knees, treating his longing gaze to a much-awaited view. I lazily run my hands down his chest and across his stomach, teasing him mercilessly. His breathing is ragged, and I enjoy the effect I have on him. Little does he know, but he is having the same effect on me. Deep inside I am trembling, my every being aching for his touch. A small, inaudible whimper escapes from my lips as I run my hands over him. The warmth from his body radiates outward, drawing me toward him, preparing me for what’s to come.

I slowly slip my fingers inside the waistband of his boxers, feeling him stiffen at my touch. Gradually, I slide them down, bringing to my eyes at long last the hidden member of my desire. Strong, strapping, pulsing with his desire for me, I feel myself becoming wetter at the thought of his thoughts, his desires for me. I toss the underwear in the direction of the floor, and the candle flickers in its wake. We look at each other and chuckle nervously.

Her touch is amazing, sending shivers along my entire body. My brain is on fire, and I am hers. When she kisses the inside of my thigh, my breath stops short. Blood rushes and time stands still. I can see the stars from where I am lying, and I feel as if I am flying amongst them. High above it all, not bound by this body but free to my pleasure.

No matter how often we are together, I am never tired of how he makes me feel. What he does to me with a look, I can only hope to achieve with a touch. To repay him, to satisfy myself in all the pure unadulterated joy, that is what I love.

I trail kisses upwards, lightly touching here and there. My tongue flicks in and out, darting around and over. His taste is salty and yet sweet upon my tongue. He is smooth under my touch, and I can feel every vein throbbing under his skin. He responds violently to my softest touch, the wetness of my tongue, the silky touch of my fingers, a nibble of the teeth. I slip him into my mouth and he gasps in ecstasy. Slowly, but with mounting fervor, I take him on a journey, tasting his pleasure and feeling his fingers run through my hair, grasping and shuddering as a wave of bliss passes over him. The look on his face drives me crazy, and I can’t help but run a hand down my own body, touching myself through the sheer clothing.

Oh god… this woman is amazing. Every time is a new experience, a new feeling and a new sensation. I can do nothing but lie here and hope I can last, dream of how to repay her for all she has given me.

I go back to giving kisses, but he doesn’t complain. Still erect with rapt attention, his eyes are closed but his body lets me know he’s still awake. I push myself onto my knees, and crawl up to his stomach, sliding myself across him as I move. His eyes widen, as if he can feel how hot he’s made me. It wouldn’t surprise me, as I’m sure my panties have been soaked through.

She moves up my body, and I can feel her through the delicate, airy satin. As she straddles my stomach, I run my hands up her smooth sleek legs and she tightens her hips unintentionally, clenching my sides and breathing heavily. Her chest falls up and down repeatedly, and I gaze upon her beauty. She tilts her head back towards the ceiling and runs her hands up my chest. She seems to be enjoying this as much as I am.

I run my hands up her toned thighs, across her defined navel, stopping just shy of her lavish breasts. I can tell she wants the feeling of my hands on her, softly kneading, fingers tracing masterful designs, lips and tongue gently teasing their rose colored tips. I notice her subtly leaning forward, straining at the restraint of the gown, aching for my touch. But I gently stop her. I too can be a tease.

Tentatively, I lift the gown from around her waist. Up and up, until she takes it in her hands and in one swift move, pulls it from her body. As she shakes her hair free, her breasts move slightly in the moonlight, and I am aroused. They stare at me, and I at them. Longing for each other’s touch, we can keep to myself no longer.

As I remove the camisole from around my body, I can feel his gaze upon me. I shake my body slightly, just so. He likes this, I can tell. His hands, still at my waist, slowly begin their ascent. I am impatient, but I do not rush him. As he reaches the underside of my breasts, a spark ignites in my chest. I place my hands on him, going along for the ride. Hesitantly, he rubs his fingers over them, gently, provocatively. His palm brushes an already engorged nipple, and I gasp at its presence. Rough, yet soft. Hands that could easily kill a man, yet so gentle the touch on my skin. He is a god. My god.

She presses deeply into my palms. Her hands cover mine, making sure they do not leave, do not stray from her desire. She knows what she wants, and is willing to show me the way. Nothing grabs me more than a woman who knows what she wants, who isn’t afraid to make it known. I smile, and she smiles back. She knows what I am thinking, and loves me for it. I squeeze ever so softly, and she tightens more. Cupping her breast in my hand, I tenderly rub her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, while gently kneading with the other. She moans with ecstasy, and with rising intensity, begins to rock back and forth.

His touch is driving me wild, and I want more. My nipples are as sensitive as they’ve ever been, and my body is alive with pleasure. I lean down for a kiss, and without warning he grabs my hips and flips me over onto my back. Instinctively I throw my arms and legs around his body, gripping tightly. He stars down at me and gently plants a kiss on my open lips. We meld into one, all conscious thought leaving our minds. Body and minds becoming one, moving to a rhythm no one else can hear. Legs and bodies intertwined, an endless dance throughout the ages.

I can feel him pressing against my stomach, and as we move I know he is almost ready. And so am I. The feeling between my legs is immeasurable, and I am longing for him. I whisper in his ear: “Please”.

She whispers in my ear, and that’s my cue. Slowly, pleasurably, seemingly without thought or presence of mind I move slowly down her body, kissing along the way. From her voluptuous mouth to her slender neck, down her ever-encompassing arms, across her perky breasts, down to her flattened stomach. Deliberately, but with a smooth caress, I deftly roll her underwear down her legs. As they join mine on the floor, I lift her leg and gently kiss a trail from her toes all the way to her thigh. She runs her hand over her navel, through the small tuff of hair, down to her wet center. She knows what this does to me.

I can’t wait any longer. I am aching for his touch, but he insists on dragging it out, making me desire him that much more. I can do nothing but satisfy him and hopefully myself at the same time. Running my fingers through the small tuff of hair adorning my ultimate goal, I feel myself quickly approaching the edge. I stop and massage, driving myself wild, a guttural sound emanating from my lips. I slide a finger inside and a wave washes over me. I shift position, allowing better reach and mind-blowing delight. No one knows my body like I do, and my touch is like no other. I open an eye and see my lover enjoying every moment. I want my touch to be his. I want his touch to be mine.

Watching her pleasure herself never ceases to excite me. Seeing her touch herself how she desires to be touched, how she longs to be touched inspires me to be a better lover. Hearing a moan escape her lips, I inch forward ready to convey my willingness.

He gently removes my fingers, softly sucking on them before placing my hand on my stomach. Placing his hand on that special spot sends a jolt through my body. Slowly slipping his fingers inside, he strokes while massaging with his thumb. The sensation is intense, and I grip the sheets, willing myself to calm down. A tongue darts in and out, taking me higher, further than before.

Her taste is like a field of flowers, a taste of love. Soft and moist, she is opening herself up, vulnerable and willing to relinquish control. I am drowning in her, and I am lost adrift in a sea of my lover. A hand grabs at my hair, and I know she is ready.

Steadying myself, I pause and looking into her eyes, I see myself, and our love. She smiles, and I lose myself in its depth. I am ready, poised at the brink of no return. She nods, and with a slight movement we become one.

He and I are one, and I would have it no other way. Moving together, breathing together, experiencing together. His body on top of mine, swaying against mine, in and out speeding up and slowing down. I can feel him inside me and it is glorious.

I have never felt this alive, this in love. I am giving my all to her, and she to me. We change position, giving us both a new and intense emotion. We are lost in ourselves, and time loses all meaning. Hours, minutes blend into one. We come to the brink over and over, yet never taking the plunge, never wanting this moment to end. Until it is time.

It is time. Together, by silent agreement, we hold hands and jump. Jump into a pool of pure pleasure, ecstatic and free. An explosion of love, and we collapse inwards upon ourselves. Out of breath and filled with joy, we revel in the aftermath of our love.

Side by side we lie there in silence. Only our labored breathing and gasps break the stillness. I have given myself to her, and received all of her in return. If only this moment could last forever. If only this night did not have to end. If only our love was always this unfailing. If only our love was love to the end.

I lie there in wonder and the gift bestowed. A lover who understands, a lover who knows. If only this night did not have to end, if only this moment could last forever. And in the years we share, if our love is true, it will continue on, and this night will never end.

So as we look into each other, and gaze at the eyes of one most dear, we know this night will never end. As we lie together, in intimate touch, we wordlessly share and stare at the fast fading stars of a night so bliss. And as the sun breaks the early morning mist, we drift to sleep, and dream as humans do. To sleep and dream as humans do.