Tag Archive | Sensual

The Forbidden Romance

Artist of the week, Mort Kunstler; pinterest.com

Ours was a forbidden romance. As a spy on her people, I would have been killed if I had had been caught by the tribal leaders. But I also would not have been welcomed back to my own camp if I had been caught fraternizing with the enemy’s women.

Our first encounter was in the jungle. She was half naked, her breasts like smooth, satiny melons, and she wore a simple fabric wrapped around her waist revealing deliciously shapely thighs and hips. At first, I startled her, but gave her gifts – small trinkets from home. Each day I would meet her there, giving her a new gift, building trust. Soon her eyes sparkled when we met, and we fell in love. The first time we were naked together, we stood in the forest, curiously appraising one another, absorbing our beautiful differences and enjoying the view. Before long, arousal overtook curiosity and we savagely made love like jungle beasts, hooting and hollering in orgasmic elation. After that day, we met daily in the jungle, kissing at first and then making love again and again, in positions that made us feel one with the jungle around us.

Never for a second have I regretted getting caught. When they hauled me away to be executed, my wrists bound with rope, I caught the eye of my love bathing naked in the river with her fellow tribeswomen. We knew what we had to do. We had been planning it since we met. Soon she would find me and untie me and we would be free. Together. This time, we had to make certain that our plan worked.

For unbeknownst to the tribal leaders, she had become pregnant and would have been killed if they found out that the baby was mine.

But this was a risk we were both willing to take. We would run, and soon we would be free. All of us.

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Caresses and Courage

Artist of the week: Mort Kunstler; pinterest.com

Holding Alyssa in the witness relocation program until the trial kept her out of harm’s way, but for my benefit, kept her alone with me for weeks. Day after day, I became her amanuensis, dictating the exact details from the crime that she had witnessed. Night after night, I became obsessed with her golden hair, her supple breasts, the loose bathrobe, and legs that I desperately desired to wrap around my waist and swallow my big ego. I was sure she felt the same way toward me as I often found her watching me out of the corner of her eye.

On the last night, I gathered all my courage to kiss her. Her soft, full lips melted into mine as her fingers caressed my neck and ran through my hair. Opening her robe, she invited me in, wrapping it around both of us. Finding her waist, I lifted her to my chest as we violently crushed our mouths to each other’s and stumbled to the bedroom.

The next morning I awoke naked to find her gone. She would not testify against those who meant to do her harm. And I understood, letting her go, still dreaming of our one passionate night spent together. But then I smiled, remembering her words. She had given me clues in her dictation as to where she would go – and where she wanted me to find her.

Escape to Passion Cove

Artist George Gross; pinterest.com

On their very first night together, his delectable charm provoked in Jolanda a visceral devotion, making her heart flutter with wild affection. Theirs was a date that lasted a week, beginning with a helicopter flight to view the twinkling lights of the bustling city. Then it was off for a drive along the rocky coast with the ocean view to their right as far as they could drive. The wind wafted through their hair and a sunset over the horizon painted the sky pink. One of those beaches became their final destination, and a hotel by the water accepted cash. Finding a quiet cove where the waves rolled up in soft foam, they let their impassioned hearts break free as they tore at each other like beasts. Kisses became luscious desserts and caresses the buffet. When pleasure ripped through their bodies like thunder through lightning, their lovemaking intensified and excelled in orgasmic delight.

Inside the Ivy-Veiled Wall

Artist Rudy Nappi; pinterest.com

A harsh breeze ruffles curtains
As summer changes to fall
A whistle of coldness blows and echoes
Outside the ivy-veiled wall.

A dash of wind
Brings flames to life
By a fireplace warm and cozy

Inside the mood is set for love
Our passion the fire’s heat.

Throb, my heart, with lovesick joy
To devour love complete.

Painting Dreams

Artist Edwin Georgi; pinterest.com

Under twinkling stars, the waves rolled up to the rocky beach. Like a spotlight over lovebirds, moonlight shone down on their beach towel.

“Okay, I have a surprise for you,” he said.

“I love surprises,” she grinned, her eyes beading wide. She shifted around to face him.

“Kiss me first,” he teased. “Then I’ll tell you.”

“Tell me first. Then I’ll kiss you. If it’s a good surprise. It is a good surprise, right?”

“Oh, the best.”

“Gosh,” she shrieked, “then let’s have it already!”

“And I should make it that easy for you?” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“Surprises are not surprises if you have to work for them. Those are called wages.”

“Fair enough,” he nodded. “I’ll just come right out and say it.”

Her heart skipped a beat as she watched him motionless, breathless. The pause was just way too long. “Well, say it!”

“The company’s sending me away,” he said.

“Away? From me?”

“No. Away from here. They’re giving me my annual bonus and since I was top salesman last quarter, they’ve offered me a vacation, any place, anywhere, for a week.”

Her eyes lit up. “And the surprise is you’re taking me with you?”

“Maybe, but that’s not the surprise.”

“Then what…?”

“I want you to dream a little. If you had unlimited money and a chance to do the most romantic thing on earth, what would you do?”

“Hmm,” she groaned. “Let me think… the most romantic thing on earth… I know!”

“Tell me,” he said. “But don’t tell me from there. Come here and whisper it to me.”

Grinning mischievously, she slid around the towel so that she was behind his back and leaning over his shoulder. “Let me tell you what I have in mind, my sweet lover,” she whispered sliding her fingers lightly over his strong round shoulders.

“I’m liking the tone of this already.”

“Oh, you’ll approve,” she assured him. “But don’t interrupt. I’m just getting started.”

Her breath was hot on his ear and her words slipped over his earlobe like a sensual tongue. With brilliant description, she painted the most perfect dream he had ever heard in his life. But she was a little overambitious. “Oh my,” he groaned. “I don’t know if we could do that.”

“Says who? You said dream.”

He was silent for a whole minute, scrutinizing her beautiful face. “Okay. Deal. Let’s do that.”

“Really?” she shrieked.

“Yeah, but it’s on my terms. I’ll bring everything you need. And we’ll enjoy our week together. Doing exactly that. Every single day.”

“I love you.”

“Now how about that kiss?”

“Hmm,” she flirted. “I think I’ll make you work for it.”

Alone at Last

ed tadiello

Artist Ed Tadiello; pinterest.com

It had all started with a kiss. His lips on hers. In public. In the restaurant. Hundreds of witnesses. Henna’s ambiguous response to his advances did not deter his unwavering determination to capture her heart. He persisted. She pulled away. Yet all the while, day after day, he wore her down, made her promises that only he could keep and gave her gifts that only he could give. After a chance encounter at her friend’s wedding, she found him and danced with him and fell in love with him. In their dance, they touched, electric cords of passion coursing through their veins, uniting their hearts to one another until there was nothing else they could do but find their place of longing and rest, of solace and tranquility. So they found this place, off the beaten path, in secluded woods. It was here where they would consummate their deepest affections.

The Heart to be Conquered

beach kiss - arthur sarnoff

Artist Arthur Sarnoff – pinterest.com

It took more strength than Delphine realized to carry his love across the threshold of her querulous heart. As she lie on the beach towel, the sea breeze ruffling softly through her auburn hair, he scooted closer and pressed his lips to hers. His was a delicate sweetness, an effervescent intoxication that intensified with every charm and fortitude. One kiss was enough. All defenses fell that day. The waves whispered up to a thirsty shore that soaked in love. And hers was the heart to be conquered.