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A Passing Interest - Redux

JustAnotherFlower said:
Part 1 of 3...
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I told him how, in the past, sex seemed to always be regulated to the dark or dimly lit rooms. He was quiet as I spoke, giving me the time to speak my mind while avoiding his gaze, staring down at my thinly covered thighs bathed in sunlight.

"It dawned on me that I wasn't prett-"

"No." His single word cutting me off and silencing any protest.

"No, my dear. You are beautiful and they were blind to not see it. Younger men rush through things for a cheap high. They never slow down and savor the moment."

He paused to take a sip of his bourbon. Watching the movement made me think of a compliment he gave me not so long ago. ~Your voice is smooth and warm like bourbon, hints of vanilla mingled with smoke. A man could lose himself in your words...and die to hear your sweet gasps and moans.~ My cheeks flush at the memory, watching the glass and wishing I was pressed against those lips.

"Today...I will show you how beautiful you are. We'll go slow, I'll guide you." Our eyes meet and I... want to squirm and look away, to hide from his piercing gaze and warm, firm tone, but I want this, I want him...
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Those words are pure poetry ... you got me squirming (and wanting to press my lips against your - lower - lips!) :devilish:

Looking forward to parts 2 and 3 ... I do hope that Scoundrel treats you like the lady you are! 😘
 
Very inspiring, in more than a way ... I, orthodox single malt lover, could even give some credit to bourbon after this
 
Damn. Miss a day or two.....and see the thread blow up!🤯

What a lovely redux!😘

Bourbon? More of an Irish whiskey man, myself. And, slow and mellow is grand....until it is time to get really serious. 😈

But. You are wise enough to know that. 💖

And beautiful enough to give any man, and quite a few women pause, Gorgeous. 😍


I await part two eagerly, JAF. 🌹🌹🌹

DS
 
Part 2.

The empty glass was set aside, he stood and walked to the bed with an enviable causal ease. Each step closer making my heart beat faster and jump into my throat.

His hand came to rest against my cheek, calloused thumb grazing my bottom lip.. I feared he would feel the pounding in my veins. The light touch enough to send a warmth surging between my thighs, the lace catching as they subtly rub together. The smell of his cologne mingled with the bourbon and filled my senses. His eyes.. the baby blue depths felt as if they would drown me in their intensity and warmth.

"Lay back, my Muse." His voice was slow and warm as molasses in the summer sun. He followed me down to the bed, never losing contact with my cheek even as he crawled onto the bed to lay next to me. The kiss that followed... Jesus. Is it normal for a kiss to make you tremble all over?

The tickle of his beard against my skin, the ever present touch of his hand to my cheek..stroking it as our tongues danced. Was it minutes? Hours later? Time stopped having any meaning as his lips traced along my jawline, nestling in the crook of my neck.. My own hands finding his hair, his back.. grasping to hold on as I lose myself in a fantasy made reality. His hand sliding from my cheek, down..down..down.. resting on my tight clad thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. Finger tips tracing the designs..

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You said “meager offerings” a little while ago and given the way you wield words, you clearly have some sense of how much modesty you brought to bear by saying meager ;) This is a delight.

You teased out something I adore, the unique perch the kiss sits upon in the catalogue of intimacies, one can truly tumble down an exquisite rabbit hole in a kiss
 
JustAnotherFlower said:
Part 2.

The empty glass was set aside, he stood and walked to the bed with an enviable causal ease. Each step closer making my heart beat faster and jump into my throat.

His hand came to rest against my cheek, calloused thumb grazing my bottom lip.. I feared he would feel the pounding in my veins. The light touch enough to send a warmth surging between my thighs, the lace catching as they subtly rub together. The smell of his cologne mingled with the bourbon and filled my senses. His eyes.. the baby blue depths felt as if they would drown me in their intensity and warmth.

"Lay back, my Muse." His voice was slow and warm as molasses in the summer sun. He followed me down to the bed, never losing contact with my cheek even as he crawled onto the bed to lay next to me. The kiss that followed... Jesus. Is it normal for a kiss to make you tremble all over?

The tickle of his beard against my skin, the ever present touch of his hand to my cheek..stroking it as our tongues danced. Was it minutes? Hours later? Time stopped having any meaning as his lips traced along my jawline, nestling in the crook of my neck.. My own hands finding his hair, his back.. grasping to hold on as I lose myself in a fantasy made reality. His hand sliding from my cheek, down..down..down.. resting on my tight clad thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. Finger tips tracing the designs..

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I love the text and the pic! :love:
 
JustAnotherFlower said:
Part 2.

The empty glass was set aside, he stood and walked to the bed with an enviable causal ease. Each step closer making my heart beat faster and jump into my throat.

His hand came to rest against my cheek, calloused thumb grazing my bottom lip.. I feared he would feel the pounding in my veins. The light touch enough to send a warmth surging between my thighs, the lace catching as they subtly rub together. The smell of his cologne mingled with the bourbon and filled my senses. His eyes.. the baby blue depths felt as if they would drown me in their intensity and warmth.

"Lay back, my Muse." His voice was slow and warm as molasses in the summer sun. He followed me down to the bed, never losing contact with my cheek even as he crawled onto the bed to lay next to me. The kiss that followed... Jesus. Is it normal for a kiss to make you tremble all over?

The tickle of his beard against my skin, the ever present touch of his hand to my cheek..stroking it as our tongues danced. Was it minutes? Hours later? Time stopped having any meaning as his lips traced along my jawline, nestling in the crook of my neck.. My own hands finding his hair, his back.. grasping to hold on as I lose myself in a fantasy made reality. His hand sliding from my cheek, down..down..down.. resting on my tight clad thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. Finger tips tracing the designs..

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Once again, the eroticism of your words and the picture combine so well. As I was reading and seeing the image, I could see the goosebumps forming with each touch and kiss. Truly arousing.
:rose: :kiss: 🔥 :heart:
 
MatMacL616 said:
You said “meager offerings” a little while ago and given the way you wield words, you clearly have some sense of how much modesty you brought to bear by saying meager ;) This is a delight.

You teased out something I adore, the unique perch the kiss sits upon in the catalogue of intimacies, one can truly tumble down an exquisite rabbit hole in a kiss
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*blush* I get lucky with words sometimes and stumble the rest of the time.

So true. A kiss can ignite passions, quench them, or start a goddamn wild fire. It all depends on how it's performed..
Cogan said:
I love the text and the pic! :love:
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Thank you, darlin'! I did the best I could with the time I had (which wasn't long enough for me to be happy. 😅)
Shyguy1369 said:
Once again, the eroticism of your words and the picture combine so well. As I was reading and seeing the image, I could see the goosebumps forming with each touch and kiss. Truly arousing.
:rose: :kiss: 🔥 :heart:
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😊 Thank you, Shyguy, and I'm glad you enjoyed the combo today. Come back tomorrow and.. hopefully, there will be an even better pic. 😳
 
JustAnotherFlower said:
Part 2.

The empty glass was set aside, he stood and walked to the bed with an enviable causal ease. Each step closer making my heart beat faster and jump into my throat.

His hand came to rest against my cheek, calloused thumb grazing my bottom lip.. I feared he would feel the pounding in my veins. The light touch enough to send a warmth surging between my thighs, the lace catching as they subtly rub together. The smell of his cologne mingled with the bourbon and filled my senses. His eyes.. the baby blue depths felt as if they would drown me in their intensity and warmth.

"Lay back, my Muse." His voice was slow and warm as molasses in the summer sun. He followed me down to the bed, never losing contact with my cheek even as he crawled onto the bed to lay next to me. The kiss that followed... Jesus. Is it normal for a kiss to make you tremble all over?

The tickle of his beard against my skin, the ever present touch of his hand to my cheek..stroking it as our tongues danced. Was it minutes? Hours later? Time stopped having any meaning as his lips traced along my jawline, nestling in the crook of my neck.. My own hands finding his hair, his back.. grasping to hold on as I lose myself in a fantasy made reality. His hand sliding from my cheek, down..down..down.. resting on my tight clad thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. Finger tips tracing the designs..

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Beautiful words & pic! 🔥🔥
 
MatMacL616 said:
Too true, but I’ll sit captivated while you describe it, balanced (or un-) on each syllable
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Wait... are you trying to get me to make an audio recording of this story...? 🤔 (Am teasing.)



But I do appreciate and love that you're such an attentive audience member. Just, maybe.. don't stare at me. I may start to tell my tale then realize your eye color and get lost.
 
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