1 May I have these hugs and kisses anywhere I wish? I wish for kisses on my throat, the sweet curve where my neck meets my collarbone. I wish for hugs, spoon fashion, naked in your arms, your hand cupping my breast, our legs entwined. I wish for kisses in the valley between my breasts, tiny brushes of lips trailing down my stomach to my mound, then turning me over to nip and lick at my bottom. I wish for hugs, a hand at the small of my back or around my waist when we walk side by side, to show the world you have staked your claim on me and I most willingly surrender. I wish for kisses on the bend of my elbow, behind my knee, the instep of my foot, and the palm of my hand, a token to keep when we are apart. I wish for hugs with arms wrapped tight, your dominance overpowering me; with your legs imprisoning mine, nestling your cock within my hips, my breasts crushed against your chest, your hands in my hair fiercely, and your lips demanding my submission. This is how I like my hugs and kisses…how about you? 2 Sir, the seduction of a simple kiss has been overlooked for more prurient pursuits. But the art of the kiss, when done properly, is the most potent of aphrodisiacs. It encompasses all the senses and leaves both the giver and receiver in a heightened state of arousal. The sight of your eyes flaring with desire, intent upon feasting from my lips. The irises darken, the pupils dilate ever so slightly, the light from your soul shines from within. Your nostrils flare, a predator seeking and pinning its prey, while your breath caresses my skin, cooling my fevered cheeks. Your tongue peeks out, wetting your lips, a small sampling of the erotic dance to come. And your lips…soft, sensuous, a slight grin on your open mouth because you feel my excitement pumping through my veins, my body moving of its own volition, straightening, leaning toward the danger of your possession, my heart dancing like a moth to a flame, closer, closer…. ever closer to my downfall, my surrender, at your capable hands. 3 Sir, let us talk about your hugs… To feel the power within your body, the tempered strength, as your arms close around me, caging me within your grasp. I lean into you, smell your scent, longing to taste your skin as I lay my cheek against your chest, feeling your heart accelerate with mine the minute intimate contact such as this, is realized Your hands, so capable and large, cradle my head against you, fingers spread wide to dive into my soft hair. I sense your touch, a mere second before your other hand descends to my hip, caressing slowly on my ribcage, just below my nipple. My breath catches, then is slowly released, as your hand retreats once again. You tug on my hair, pulling my head away from you, then your wandering hands clamps down on my bottom, fusing our bodies together so there is no doubt…. And just before I am devoured for your pleasure, I hear your possessive growl…”MINE,” and I smile. 4 You are wonderfully sensual and erotic. Your words touch me as no others. You seem to know what I need and how to say it in a way that compels me to arousal. I am so stimulated by you. I always have been, but you now have my blood boiling. My heart is pounding and pumping hormones throughout my body, making each cell react. I want the hug I mentioned earlier, the two of us naked, simply holding each other for a moment, the kiss as well, taking us to pleasures we reach together. Enlisting all the senses – touch, taste, sight, smell and hearing. Breaths mingle, skin tingles, tongues duel, eyes burning with desire, and the world around us becoming redolent with the scent of our chemistry. Your touch will tempt me tonight in my dreams. Goodnight, my lover. Dreams of beauty, of light… of love. 5 I would love to connect with you like that. It is more than evident that we have a tremendous chemistry. We are both experienced enough, intelligent enough, self-aware enough to know what we want, and how to get it with someone when we find this kind of chemistry. I feel this with you. I am seriously considering turning this fantasy into a reality. I love the idea that coming together with you in this way would change us both, for the better. I think that would be an unbelievable experience for us. My only fear is that I would become addicted to you…I would be insatiable…. 6 I need you naked in front of me. Come to me, lover Your words flow over me like a velvet glove as I sit here, listening once again to your conversation with another; your dulcet tone tempting me with unknown delights, eliciting a sigh of rapture as your words light up my skin and dance across my nerve endings, only to pool like pulsing electric currents within my heart. 7 I want to scream… Touch me! Taste me! It’s all for you! But I sit here silently…watching…waiting… We set the rhythm of desire, chasing the elusive pinnacle, ever closer, and closer still. Your thrusts electrify me from within. I never want to let you go, never caring to end this ultimate fulfillment and yet yearning for completion. la petite mort (Eventually, as life goes on, I became less of a lover and muse, and more of a friend. He has become an icon in the music industry, and I continue to watch his progress in the background where I belong.)
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