Monique

[39_Keeper]

Monique is ready for her night out - her lover waits as she takes her time in the bath -- the heat almost makes her woozy making her take her time - the room is heat - her body that way too -the very air is thick with the wetness.

She draws her finger along the entrance that she wants him to invade, and finds that she is even hotter then the water that engulfs her.

Her breasts almost float in the water - longing to be crushed by his weight - his mouth pulling on them - her hands moving up to feed them to him - but now in the tub - she is just feeding them to the mist.

 

[39_Keeper]

Makeup

Dragging herself out of the tub, out of the embrace of the water that has grown luke warm - she knows it is time to get ready for him - to her lover that would not cool down after such a short time. She applies her makeup and lipstick thinking "why am I doing this? This will be off me in no time, and it is my body he wants anyway, isn't it?" Monique looks down at her figure, her breasts, are full and need of his suckling. Her nipples strain to be in his mouth. She is proud of the shape that she is in, knowing that it entices him, brings him to a spot where he is no longer human, but a beast - she loves making the beast in him come out.

 

[39_Keeper]

Present

In the room she wants to make a impression for him, she shows herself so that his view when he walks through the door shows him her need. The effect works. The room quickly fades to just shadows, it is like there is a light on Monique - no rather like Monique IS the light - his heart quickens. His race to take off his clothes is lost to other parts of his body that are straining - reaching out - trying to break free - and break into Monique.

 

[39_Keeper]

The Red Light

He gets undressed and lays on the bed, she gets on top of him, and descends her wetness upon his mouth - like a drowning man looking up at the sun as he goes under, he accepts his fate - and let's his mouth be filled with the what will drowned him. It is a battle of consumption - he - is consumed by her very presence - but he does his best to consume her. To not only eat her pussy - her juices, but to take her very soul into him, to let her feel the engine in him that is burning hot. Monique reaches behind her, grabbing his manhood as she shakes and quivers over his face - losing herself - yes - the blindness has come, nothing else matters - she needs to keep on cumming and her man has taken her there - yes - more -- yes

 

[39_Keeper]

Next

Stars spin past her, the room is lost to her - she is floating on clouds, but she looks and she can see that she will be anchored down, she can see the spear that will drive down deep within her and pin her to the ground - and she welcomes it - she smiles, for being staked down, being captured under him, actually frees her, and she smiles and welcomes and loves.

 

[anne27]

Excellent! So poetic and full or art and passion!

 

[Winemaster]

that was hot!

wow...you do a great job of "painting the pictures" in both the scenes and pictures....admirable work!

 

[Dumpling]

Good Afternoon *Keeper*~ I guess telling you on a P M how good the The Story is as well as the Pictures are isnt quite as good as letting you know here on your thread.Cant compare it to the others ones you written since it is such a long time allready since Ive read them. But let me say this is a very nice and passionate Story with the lovely Illustrations to go with it.
So I hope this is a little encouragment should you decide to add on this one or start a complete new Story. Keep up the good Work Ling

 

[angelique127]

Love it...

Keep up your works of art, please...

Angelique

 

[vinnievaughn]

We just love your work.

 

[horus1953]

Great work!

Very well done and written. Please, continue.

for Monique

 

[Azurre]

Wonderful! A great blending of a well written sensual story and beautiful art to accompany. Spell bounding! My thanks to you!

~Az

 

[Angelofsex]

WOW! Very hot indeed, I will be looking forward to more.

Hugs n Kisses,

Angel

 

[39_Keeper]

Morning comes

With a night that was spent in passion the dreams have come and replenished our bodies - but in the morning she woke alone.

the blanket pulled aside her body still warm, the muscles reacting to the slow stretching movement that starts the day, the feeling of being used, the ghost of his hands still were there on her skin, and yes there was the dampness still on the bed, a combination of the sweat of the lustful exercises that they did, as well as the spilled passion that overflowed.

Yes this was a good morning, but where was he? She wanted more, she needed some hair of the dog, she needed to feel the want, and needed the desire, and his hardness. She almost felt empty with out him.

 

[39_Keeper]

Fire burns

His mind burns, he thoughts turn, turn like the screw that has sunk deeply into the wood, hard and tight, slowly it turns, needing all concentration and strength, it takes all focus, as she does, she takes all his focus, he has just left her, but she is burnt on his mind.

 

[TheRiddler]

From one Louisville guy to another...well done!

 

[Abner Devereaux]

With a night that was spent in passion the dreams have come and replenished our bodies - but in the morning she woke alone.

the blanket pulled aside her body still warm, the muscles reacting to the slow stretching movement that starts the day, the feeling of being used, the ghost of his hands still were there on her skin, and yes there was the dampness still on the bed, a combination of the sweat of the lustful exercises that they did, as well as the spilled passion that overflowed.

Yes this was a good morning, but where was he? She wanted more, she needed some hair of the dog, she needed to feel the want, and needed the desire, and his hardness. She almost felt empty with out him.

This one is my favorite. I Love this one. Very nice job...thanks for sharing.

 

[39_Keeper]

In the night

When the dreams come, to the mind that can not sleep. Thoughts go back to the night of passion, the heat is not there but like a coal that is dieing, the heart, the glow is there long after, and if you hold it in your hand you would be burnt.

You hold it in your heart, the heart scared from the burns for holding on so long - missing now but the scars, and the glow is still there.

 

[Brinnie]

nice art, what'dya use?

 

[horus1953]

I agree, very nice art.

 

[Spicy Southern Belle]

When the dreams come, to the mind that can not sleep. Thoughts go back to the night of passion, the heat is not there but like a coal that is dieing, the heart, the glow is there long after, and if you hold it in your hand you would be burnt.

You hold it in your heart, the heart scared from the burns for holding on so long - missing now but the scars, and the glow is still there.

I know you wrote this a while back and i suppose it was even fitting at the time. I just know that I am feeling this so much right now. Thank you for pointing me back here.

 

[39_Keeper]

Visiting

I know you wrote this a while back and i suppose it was even fitting at the time. I just know that I am feeling this so much right now. Thank you for pointing me back here.

funny thing is that I come back and read my own posts often -- and re-visit the feelings that I had on those lonely nights that pushed me to do the art and write the words that went with them -- Often I have read my own stories as well - because they were written like I like a story to read after all -- I wonder if others do that - visit their own words with a bit of comfort

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