Tag Archive | Foreplay

The Dance

Artist Jose Luis Benicio; pinterest.com

Alabaster clouds of cotton hung in an otherwise deep beryl sky as a gentle summer breeze wafted across the plains. Tree branches leisurely swayed in the hot afternoon, and the chirping of birds as they flitted about peppered the land with peace.

Strumming my guitar, I sang a dance number for Ava Lucia who clacked in her heels across the boarded wooden floor with ease, grace, and polish. As I played, I feasted my eyes upon her and fell in love with the dream of my desire. Ava Lucia swayed her hips back and forth, flipping up the front of her dress, teasing me with her creamy smooth thighs. Her lovely long curly black hair tossed about as she danced, and the rhododendron behind her ear made her irresistible. I enjoyed scrutinizing her hour-glass figure and deliciously exposed skin under her revealing white blouse.

Many times I had seen her dance, but this was the first time she had danced just for me. My heart quickly intensified like a lion on the prowl as my body responded to her dance with the fire of passionate wantonness.

Yet her expression was melancholy, so I placed my guitar down beside the edge of the bench and my heart went out to her.

Stopping in her dance mid-stride, Ava Lucia spun around to face me. If I had known earlier that she would glare at me as she was now, her beauty as brilliant as the shining sun, I would have put my guitar down long ago.

“Why did you stop?” she demanded.

I gazed deeply into her sparkling eyes and strode confidently right up to her, my hand finding her waist, yanking her into an embrace. “I cannot bear to see you this way,” I told her with my breath on her lips. “You dance the steps with anger. What he did to you was wrong.”

“It is my heart he broke,” she replied, not budging from my embrace. “Not yours.”

“But I care, Ava Lucia,” I said, my heart racing, my lips wanting to devour hers. “Can’t you see that? I have fallen in love with you. Desperately in love.”

“But I,” she began, fighting her feelings, pulling away, but it was no use. Her heart had been drawn in just as deeply as mine. “I …” Finally her mouth smothered mine as her hands found their position on both sides of my face, deepening the entrance of her tongue, which pressed hard against mine. I returned the kiss, twice as passionate, and wrapping my arms around her waist, lifted her into the air. With the warmth of her body on mine, I carried her over to the couch, where we would continue the dance, without instruments or steps, but only our fervent mutual aphrodisia.

The Fuel of our Loving Desire

My mouth trails unhurriedly on the road from the nape of your neck to your loving sweet spot.

Indulging in you, my lips caress your slender shoulders of smooth ivory like buttery cream on vanilla delight.

Strong and tender are my hands that clench your flesh under your red silk dress as you exhale a deeply orgasmic delectable groan.

Your heat presses into mine, our bodies fueled by our loving desire.

Futile Resistance

pop art; pinterest.com

Sands velvet to the touch soak up the midday heat, drawing passion and desire into intense intimacy.

Waves of the ocean kiss the beach as my fingers press deep into your shoulders, the conduit of electricity that pulses through my massage.

I feel you resisting, opposing the feelings that you know will lead to euphoric rapture.

Why do you pull away, struggling against your own heart, against your body that rises in ecstasy, longing for release?

Harvesting Love and Desire

Artist Earl Norem; pinterest.com

Sunlight was tickling the leaves of the apple trees and dancing upon the summer grass when I found you in the orchard.

You were sitting on a wooden ladder, wincing and holding your arm that you had cut on the branches while plucking down apples.

Quickly, I moved to help, tearing the top of your blouse to your gasping response and tying the silken material around your arm.

As I dressed the wound, pressing the warmth of my body to yours, you glanced back at me with a hint of deep gratitude and a spark of hungry desire as your blouse slipped even lower.

Torrent of Fiery Nourishment

Artist Max Ginsburg; pinterest.com

Robust hands clutch you from behind as the heat of passion between us rises briskly like flames ascending from a river of sensuous craving.

Breasts full and plump burst from the tightness of your dress as you grip the hem, lifting it higher, aching for the nourishment that I have promised only to you.

Moaning and exhaling the hunger that drives your most intense desire, you close your eyes to find yourself lost in a world of sensual bliss.

Warm lips begin at your ear and gravitate lower, slowly, languidly, building anticipation, heightening your impassioned euphoric release.

When Love Fondles the Heart

Artist Ed Tadiello; pinterest.com

Soft and tender were my words, my breath, my warmth that fondled her heart and enveloped her soul.

“Of all the women in the world tonight, none come close to you, my love,” I respired like fingers on a piano that touched all the right keys, “in perfect beauty and elegance, in suppleness and style.”

A delicate kiss on her ear followed my romantic rhetoric of love, revealing how much she meant to me on this date, sparking the flame that burned deep within us both, yearning to break free.

“Don’t stop,” she replied with eyes closed and a salacious moan, “let me hear it again.”

You’re early

Artist Ernest Chiriaka; pinterest.com

Languidly and licentiously Fuchsia applied ruby lipstick and puckered in the mirror, her heart hammering in her chest.

Her lover would be here soon, and she found herself lightly panting in anticipation and expectation, not necessarily from where they were planning to go, but rather what they were planning to do there.

In a flash, she barely had time to gasp, sensing his presence suddenly behind her, feeling his strong hands caressing her warmth and his lips pressing to her neck.

Fuchsia clutched to the dress that she had meant to put on for their date, covering only her front, whispering with euphoric realization that he was actually here, “You’re early, my love!”