Do you recall the sound of my pleasure, my breath and my voice as I come? Do you remember the way I exhale your name as I tease my clitoris, as I finger my cunt? Do you recollect the ragged whispers, the moans, my half-spoken pleas, as your hands take hold of my hips, as you drive your burnished glans into my depths, as your kiss finds my lips, as you fuck me, possess me with a sweet savagery that leaves me captivated, addicted, obsessed?
Do you remember? Do you recall?
They were the very sounds that filled this room as I touched myself and thought of you, as time stopped and space closed itself in, as my body arched off the chair, as my orgasm crashed over me, as the air was overwhelmed with the scent of sex and the cry of my passion, as my want and desire and need for you clawed through the pretence, crawled up through my core, rose up through this flesh, returning to haunt me, to taunt this woman once again.
11 comments:
It's not something one would forget, Cheeky Minx.
Nor can I believe it something one could possibly walk away from.. atleast not one of sound mind that's for sure.
I'd settle for being a fly on the wall.
Interestingly, since I know what your voice sounds like, I can actually hear this in my head. Thank you! :-)
How could I forget? :-)
Lovely post...erotic and passionate.
An evocotive hint at a ghost of Christmas past perhaps? Great job!
I think I am most jealous of Os Shirt than of any man, save one.
when a woman tells me that she's touched herself while thinking about me, it just blows my mind. it really sets me off. every time it happens, i go a little bit more insane.
what's even better, is when it's unexpected. a text message at lunch time. a late night email. a sudden change in topic during our conversation.
i loved reading this.
Oh my, you inspire me on how to communicate with my own lover. Often he remarks on my noises, and yet when I think of him alone, I don't remind me just his memory produces the echo.
It would etched on my mind like that of fine crystal, each nuance of your voice, the way your breath catches, the inflection of your voice.
Truly it would be hard to forget.
So wonderfully evocative!
Oh Minx. I missed a few posts, and what a perfect one to have come back to. How I would love to be the man you're writing about. The one you're remembering.
Since you haven't made those sounds for me, I guess the only solution is for you to fly around the world so we can get started. ;)
You and your words. They are goooood.
xoxo Jillian
both.hands.please: Actually, I'd settle for that as well, bhp. To being with...
Os: You're most welcome!
Max: Perhaps it's a case of a gal being told she's unforgettable? ;-)
Octavia: You're not far off the mark, lovely. This man and my desire for him haunts me to the point of addiction...
Advizor: If you're good or very bad, you might be lucky enough to hear my voice some day...
diirrty: I'm so thrilled you enjoyed this piece (and it played a small part in your latest), diirrty.
Much like you, it's that unanticipated confession that sets my own body rioting, that has me crazed and insane. And the fact we share this response leaves me smiling rather slyly...
cammies on the floor: If I can leave you inspired to whisper your thoughts and desires to your lover, I'm a very lucky and contented woman. Thank you, lovely...
Southern Sir: I'm rather banking on being memorable in this respect, SSir...
Verbose Lothario: I'm tickled your return with this piece has you longing to be that man because I'd brave the tortures of long-haul for you... ;-)
Ella: I had a feeling you'd relate to this brand of obsession and addiction, sweet thing...
Jillian: Oh, how you make me blush, gorgeous gal...
~Minx x
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