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City Play - erotic prose.
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City Play - erotic prose. City Play - erotic prose Prose not<b> poetry </font></b>is hard. As<b> poetry </font></b>the sharp corners, the peaks, while prose lays out the entire landscape; the entire landscape of you. Was another city day, and people were about doing city things. And I was rushing in counter direction to their city work, on my way to meet, and have some city play. The building was standard fare, a hotel of long cold corridors and cloned heartless hotel rooms; it burned special only because you were there. You kept talking on the phone, the usual things people talk about, of how you were and this city different, and occasionally you would pause, and breath slightly heavier..., are you here yet, and you near. The type of things it does no person's ego harm to hear. And I would say I am close, and murmur low, so none might hear, and I am walking awkwardly for I am hard, thinking about you, beneath the sheets, and thinking what soon we will together do. And when is that you asked, and then slipped in some further detail, for my clothes I have already shed, and I am lying naked upon this large bed, a single sheet covers me, and my hands will not rest, they slip across my body slow, and I must imagine they are your own, please hurry. And at a crossing I had to wait, and my thoughts were deep and stirred and red and passion dripping, so I did relate.....I shall kiss you once and a thousand times, sketch across your body swirling sensual lines, I want your skin to be so alive, as I touch, and reach, and stroke, and warm palms glide, and hold and roll and cup your heavy lovely sweet breasts in my hands, my thumb drawing those delightful curves, slipping over aurolae till those tiny bumps more prominently raise, and your nipple delicate and tender my thumb shall thumb across, back and forth, and up and down, with gentle vigour, until it is rigid taut and hot and you make a small sigh or sound.....and then my mouth, warm and firm lips, shall close over, and with sucking tug, draw the fire into your lungs, the tremor into your bones, the wetness to your thighs......with tongue I shall lightly polish, and gently ease your nipple taut along the edge of my teeth hard, scrape so lightly the sensitive nerve endings there, a teasing torture you shall in pleasure sweet endure...... and my hand, which will have rested on your thigh.... and from the phone I heard a deep husky edge to your voice, oh yes, please, now please, hurry, hurry.... and ignoring the people who I stepped around, and past, as I strided to where we would meet, I continued to talk, for seemed a rhythm we had set, a need to build this heat, so on arriving you would be set..... for now I murmured for your ear alone once more....I am so damned hard, and with every step can feel hot pulse of blood, the swelling swollen sensitive pleasure, deep in my cock, in every fibre of my being, soon we will make love...couple and connect in our pleasure...... so where was I, I did recount, my hand upon your thigh, as if a place to pause before you and I arrange how I shall mount....seems my kisses deep, and caress, and sucking, and teasing, of your nipples taut have made you hot, and I slide my hand from inner thigh to between, and feel the lush humid moisture there, this core which burns is centred pleasure, and I know if I stroke like this, a single finger skirting, scouting, around swollen lush dew covered lips, an electric storm I fire off within your body, blankets your mind, freezes thoughts, makes your breathing deeper as you gasp for breath between each pleasure shock, and you move your hips forward to capture more of this light and teasing touch, and I lift the drops of dew, these drops of you, and break my attention, sweet sucking seduction of your nipple raw, and lift my fingertip to my waiting mouth, let you see, and watch, how hungry I am for the complete essence of you, of all of you, of you completely. hurry, a pant down the phone. then not one finger but two fingers I would slip, run along edge of those swollen sensitive lips, and along the outside, then lipping in, the inner walls those fingers feeling shall lightly scrape along, pressing sensitive nerves, and gathering nectar wet in their path.....and my own lips upon your shoulder shall be kissing, tasting, deep sucking, and even lightly nibbling, the whole incredible deliciousness of you, of the female body beautiful... and from the phone a comment cuts across my words, my own thoughts,....then as you did, I would have your cock, in my grasp, holding it, and running it within my hand, pumping it, priming you for what I want, and I want it now....hurry..... and I reply I am almost there, at your hotel I decide to clarify, for it could be we are both almost there, though we have not yet touched, and seems my entire body ache with need to these feelings and sensations related to release... so my fingers deep, fingertips rolling across those inner walls, stroking gently, or stroking firmly, or sliding across, or descending, or almost as if scooping out, in this molten core of you, where rises this sweet tangy exotic erotic dew, this taste unique and beautiful to you, this....... again you growl down the phone, cease your teasing touches, by now I will need you within me, deep and thrusting......and feeling you fill, and move, and set the nerves firing....and now I need you.... I am at the lifts, should be one here in a moment, and I can mention briefly if you like, as I am deep within you thrusting, and my lips are addressing those breasts and nipples with much delight, and at the counterpoint of each thrust, my fingers between us slip, and my fingers, two of, surround, reach out and fingertips so lightly brush and caress your clit, and feel the fire molten burning deep inside you, as if lava flowing volcanic rising to the surface, and our rhythm set is faster now, and sometimes you hips simply shudder rather than rock, and your eyes closed when I hit this, and that, spot, and I can feel you holding and clenching around my hard cock.....for at this point romance is dead, and we are two beautiful angels rutting delightfully, deliciously, diligently, completely focused on your bed.....the world could stop, or earthquake occur, or bed collapse, and we would not break from this coupling, from this intensity which we have dared to create.... and now I am at that room, and I reach for the door handle, and it turns before I have a chance to turn it, and you are there......naked as the day you were born, and more beautiful than anyone I could ever deserve, and you drag me in, and you seal my words with your own lips, as we kiss, and you tug off my suit, and tie, and shirt comes undone and is lost, and struggle with my trousers for I am so simply, naturally, erect and hard, and belt undone, and zip down, and I kick them away, and then upon the bed, and....for brief moment we are apart as you get more comfortable and I lose shoes and socks, and boxer shorts...and then I rush to move back to the warmth, the fullness, of you...and here I am as naked as you, as exposed, and I can feel the joy in my heart, and in your eyes reflected the same joy as we begin, the physical sensual part, to make what had been communicated in words, memories to carve upon our hearts.....and no more words are needed, for we make do with deeds completed. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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