She pillowed his thigh, her warm buoyancy across his strapping lithe limb, nestled in groove firm with purpose intent, eyes not needed for the labor of succulent delight giveth and taken.
Heavy lidded, paled lazy, he watched the valley of her cheek and the wet roundness of her lips do the bellow work upon his furnace, taut heat greeting wet warmth, growing, as the blood of one coaxed forth the blood of the other, an army standing ramrod straight, willing and able to do the bidding of the queen.
For the children he thought, lost to resistance as a raft lost to the ocean. The sun shone bright and with every muscle tensing, she plunged, he plunged, into the crackling waters of healing and release. She held on, her eyes open, his arms deflated at his side. From the darkness of one to the darkness of the other, life devoured as life engaged and the light shone where no sun was needed.
19 comments:
Thou art the master. :-)
I was going to leave it at that, but I just cannot myself. :-D Wonderfully lyrical chapter, crackling (fabulous word, just the sound smells like camp fire) looping back to furnace and warmth, with the way you say 'o', I would love to hear this chapter read, pillow and bellow and labour,..., ramrod, the many doubles too throughout like groove and lidded and valley, and devoured like crackling and coaxed evoke a sigh of pleasure just for being so hotdam gorgeous.
Very, very nicely done Monsieur, make me want to quote Nelly. :-)
smiles, hello t. As I read, I see the sexiness lives on in your writing. One day we must write together. I can only imagine what will come forth.
You are still writing wonderfully and since I have power back I will get to play catch up. But then, I know it will be worth it. I simply love the intensity.
Soft love,
T
T, wonderful to see you stopping by again. Would be interesting to see your two different styles dance together. What kind of dance, I don't know, but it would be of note and notice. :-D
Thanks for the kind words. :-)
Sweetest, I hardly know how to respond to your lofty sentiments other than to say, don't stop. :-D
Your blog has never ceased to bring a smile to my face.
'taut heat greeting wet warmth'
Exquisite.
Simply and beautifully...exquisite.
I have much catching up to do.
I shall return for this.
But, know that I have missed you and the Story and all the joy that it brings to me.
xoxo, Mr. Tree.
:-D
....ramrod straight.
At your service Ms Strumper. Since you've been gone my stock of butter has grown and I need a little help thinning the herd. Ready to ride? Hard? And put up wet? :-D
what does Jugal mean???
Jugal
1 Anatomy of or relating to the zygoma (the bony arch of the cheek).
Hi !
Lots of interesting changes and images!
How are you?
Have a wonderful day
(*_*)
Uma
*sigh* So sensual.
Uma, always great to see you. I'm on vacation this week, panhandle of Florida, so, at the moment, life is about as good as it gets. :-D
How is everything with you?
Oh Charlotte, there is plenty more from whence that came. All you have to do is ask. :-D
Tree,
That was hot.
Hot, like the burning white sands of the beach scorching the bottoms of your tender feet hot.
Hot, like sitting too close to a blaze, hot. Hot, like I'd like to burn my mouth on that, hot.
Yea. Hot.
--snow
VERY erotic....
Really nice image. Love the colors.
Snow, "hot like I'd like to burn my mouth on that" oh my, you have no idea, but then maybe you do, just where a phrase like that takes my mind, and maybe a few other parts. :-D
I was feeling a bit of a wave when I wrote this one. Hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did. Looks like you did. :-D
As always, thanks for the very kind and hot words. :-)
Annie, coming from the queen of sultry erotic penmanship, I take your words as high praise. Thank you sensual woman of wicked mind and curve-alicious body. :-D
Thanks Deb. Been awhile since someone noticed an image, so its nice to see your comment. Hope you guys are staying cool in the land of the sun. :-)
Asking....you have my email. ;)
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