captainb
Driving You Mad
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- Mar 21, 2001
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The door softly clicks open with a touch of the key. A velvety illumination fills my sight, the low flickerings of a multitude of candles enhancing the room's dimness. In the center, a jade pearl awaits. She is exquisite, a vision in ivory skin and emerald robe, her hair seemingly alive as it reflects the silent flames.
I stand still before the closed door, letting her eyes drift over me. While she radiates in green and red, I am subdued in black. Comfortable pants and shoes, black silk shirt, even black curly hair over my swarthy features. I step near the couch and she rises to meet me, her arm extended. I take her hand and brush my lips across its back, my fingers trailing along her forearm as I move until I stand behind her. My hand reaches her covered shoulder, the soft material rippling under my touch. I lean forward and inhale her scent, my body reacting on instinct as I feel a throb rush down from my belly.
Her head turns slightly toward me, and my lips find her earlobe as I whisper, "Honey." A soft kiss on the nape of her neck and I move back, settling myself on the couch still warm from her body. She half-turns to me, eyebrows arched in question. My tongue flicks out to wet my lips, and I say, "Take off your robe."
I stand still before the closed door, letting her eyes drift over me. While she radiates in green and red, I am subdued in black. Comfortable pants and shoes, black silk shirt, even black curly hair over my swarthy features. I step near the couch and she rises to meet me, her arm extended. I take her hand and brush my lips across its back, my fingers trailing along her forearm as I move until I stand behind her. My hand reaches her covered shoulder, the soft material rippling under my touch. I lean forward and inhale her scent, my body reacting on instinct as I feel a throb rush down from my belly.
Her head turns slightly toward me, and my lips find her earlobe as I whisper, "Honey." A soft kiss on the nape of her neck and I move back, settling myself on the couch still warm from her body. She half-turns to me, eyebrows arched in question. My tongue flicks out to wet my lips, and I say, "Take off your robe."
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