Sal held her grip, neither firm nor slack but just held it as one would hold a beating heart, listening to life throb, luxuriating in dominion as queen to slave . Leaning forward, naked curve on naked curve she bit Trev’s lobe, her long black hair falling as curtains on either side of his auditory orifices.
“Breathe. Just breathe.”
Trev sunk deeper into intoxicated clarity, a sensual landscape beyond the vial, beyond letters and art, beyond words or even images; bound not of leather and steel but of essences of body and mind unspeakable.
“Better,” whispered Sal, an aroma of lust on her long tongue as permissive hands and fingers began again to move with intent of pure unadulterated presentness.
Categories: Story, Trev, Sal
24 comments:
vivid! Very powerful imagery!
Unadulterated presentness...That is indeed the pristine purity of living in the moment!When one is mindless & ego less...That is what love making is about...It is sheer beauty when transformed into a prayerful act! It is a creative act, so unadulterated by egos of being!Unabashed & admirable in the beauty of blithe movement, so natural, so gentle yet so powerful, like clasping of the yin & yang, like comming together of two halves to form a unified whole, producing Dymanic & potent Life, the only known & seen miracle!
Mona, you've just said it better than I ever could. I feel blessed to have you commenting on my blog and enriching my life with your wisdom beautiful and deep, a wisdom cogent, a perspective broad. Thank you my friend. :-)
I'm certainly glad I found your blog. I really like what I've read so far of the storyline and the fractals totally rock. Kudos!
I've been spending most of my time working on a project, and haven't spent too much time on blogger. I'm glad I took a few minutes to catch up. Trée, your chapters are always a joy to read!
SJ, thanks for stopping by. I kinda like what I saw at your blog too. :-)
Thanks for the kind words, always most appreciated around here. Hope to see you around again. The welcome sign is always on. :-)
Thank you Deb. Your comments always warm my heart and encourage me to continue. Say hello to Wontar and I hope you guys have a wonderful weekend. I'm back in Phoenix next week. I hear it is suppose to hit 105 on Monday. :-D
Trée, this has been one royal treat. I didn't know I had missed so many days and here were a bunch a bunch a bunch of chapters, just like a surprise Christmas day or something. Loved them all. Too tired/weak to type comments like I want to to each one. One thing I'll say: I think you should write an "adult" book, and go all out on it. Yeah. Git to work on it, Precious Man! Smooches!
Thanks, Trée. Stop by any time.
My dear Beautiful Soul, any day that you visit is like a day on the beach. Comment when you can, but your mere presence makes me smile, to know that you are here, to know that you are okay, to know that in some very small way I can reach through this computer and give a part of me to you. What more is there? Oh, the adult book. LMAO. Didn't I tell you about my secret blog? ;-)
SJ, I will take you up on that. All I can say is, be careful what you ask for. :-D
Striking image, something that might adorn the walls of an age-old middle-eastern palace (or so it would in my imagination), reminds me of genies in bottles and flying carpets. :-D
I love that you have quoted yourself in this passage and that you have done so in a situation that is quite different, at least in some respects. The paragraph that speaks of letters and images is a work of art. It all is. As Mona wrote, the imagery is powerful, breathtaking.
Thank you my dearest most spectacular one. Sometimes I get a little carried away with the imagery, the metaphor and I feel like it is all just too much, too sweet, and then I say, frail it, I like sweet, and since that seems to be my unofficial middle name, well, damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead. :-D
The lust is thick, it leaves me with a need to turn on the air and take a southern drive.
You are talented, know it or not.
Inside, thank you for those very, very kind words. I am working hard to open my mind to such praise and I sincerely take to heart with a warmness I can't explain you sharing them with me. Thank you. :-)
Oooooh, south is good, very good. Yes, drive south. :-D
squirming.
(I am...)
whoa!
Oh ~d, and I haven't even gotten warmed up yet with what Sal has in mind for Trev. Think multiple rings of varying sizes, a few electrical devices, "the wheel", plus a few alien devices unknown in our universe. I'm not sure Trev will ever walk quite the same way again. :-D
I think I need to go sink into my own intoxicated clarity!*****
BTW, I played the game at Autumn's. (smile)
~d, beautiful babies are a wonderful thing; and, I believe every effort, no matter how hard, should be attempted to make them. :-D
Y, I'd like to say I've learned from the best. ;-)
Y, you know, I still have that blanket, and I'm sure I have a bottle of red around the house somewhere. The question is, do you still have the black? ;-)
Y, I like a woman who doesn't forget the little things. I have a feeling there is very little I would ever forget about you or that afternoon by the lake. ;-)
Reading these comments and finding I had commented was a jolt of surprise but it tells me it has not been as long as I thought since I last visited, which makes me feel a mixture of confusion and relief (sort of).
I love the title of this chapter for countless reasons, "Breathe".
Whoa.... Lordy! It's definitely not just the weather that is hot in here! "the lust on her tongue" wow.
Just breath Karen. You'll be okay. Or so says Jack. :-D
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