Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Net


With one hand around her hip and the other travelling the length of her delicate back, he eases her down, his head crooked to the left, affording his gaze the opportunity to drink in the sight of her bare breasts framed by the black shrug and the crimson peaks instantly hardened as they make contact with the cool gleam of the wood.

But just as his fingertips leave the base of her spine, brushing the crevice dividing the cheeks he aches to grasp, kiss and taste, he stops, suspends his touch and the maddeningly measured caresses, drawing back and away.

He retreats to pander completely to the voyeur inside him, to commit to memory the vision of the woman he has desired from a painful distance for an age, to watch her body’s rise and fall, to listen to her breath – short, sharp, on the verge of tortured – to listen and watch and deeply inhale the scent of her bloom, the body tamed and yearning and waiting, waiting for the moment he will part the slender thighs pressed tight and begin to finger the web of netting nestled against her smooth, dripping sex, waiting for the moment he rends that mesh without ceremony, overtaken at last by the urgency of his hunger and need to reunite their flesh, the need to bury his naked uncut glans into her cunt so deep from behind his cockhead kisses her womb, his balls fusing themselves to her plump, throbbing clitoris, so deep she will cry out, invoke the almighty, whimper his name and her pleas, so deep she will be possessed once again, reclaimed rightly as his, taken back at long last from another, taking her back to every moment, every whisper and groan, every utterance and devouring kiss, every bond, every bind, every decisive thrust and perfecting stroke, every minute they have fucked like animals in heat, every hour they sensually attended to their love in the dark, every glide of his shaft, coated with her glistening come, every clutch of her cunt, dreading the loss of his lust, every drop of his scorched rain, painting her fair skin, every surge of his come inside her, inside her, deep, deep inside in the place where it belongs.

16 comments:

OsShirt said...

Ah, the voyeur. I think you've found my calling.

stareintotheabyss said...

While also the voyeur, my mind went first to spanking that little ass of yours, all bent over and waiting. Should I speak to a professional about that impulse?

the late phoenix said...

this morning, i kept checking and re-checking my grocery list to make sure OJ was on there, i checked it at least five or six times.

i am so anal when it cums to some things...

Verbose Lothario said...

Thank you for pandering to the voyeur in all of us.

Who am I kidding? I don't know these people. Thank you for pandering to the voyeur in ME. :)

Max said...

Mmmmm...I can practically feel the mesh in my hands...the ripping sound of the fabric. :-)

Beautiful sexy pic!

Modesty Ablaze said...

Wonderful!! Very, very arousing.

Southern Sir said...

Both the picture and the words pandered to the voyeur in me yet it leaves me wanting more...to reach out and touch you...take you..entangle you in that mesh...entangle you in my lust and desire.

A Big Butt and a Smile said...

While I enjoyed the post...I will say it's the picture that drew me in...the photography in general on the site is what I like most.

That is all.

All About Love And Sex said...

Great writing! Reading this is already arousing enough for me!

Ella said...

Very saucy, Minx! I love fishnets, I buy them in bulk because they make me feel so incredibly sexy and I love the popping sound they make when they are ripped apart.

both.hands.please said...

More than a sense of belonging I find in this. More than a sense of desire. And more adoration of your net clad behind I didn't think possible. Until now.
You continually bend the laws CM.

Cheeky Minx said...

Os: I think - no, I'm certain - you're right.

stareintotheabyss: Absolutely. Not. I think the only way to deal with such an impulse is to indulge it completely, JK...

the late phoenix: Mmmm, me too...

Verbose Lothario: How can I not tell you it's my pleasure to pander to the voyeaur in you after such a comment?! ;-)

Max: Can you feel it? Sadly, I can't. You best step a little closer, Max... ;-)

Modesty Ablaze: I'm tickled you think so, lovely!

Southern Sir: My aim is to always leave you wanting more. SSir. I know. I'm a wicked woman...

A Big Butt and a Smile: I'm so glad you're enjoying my self-portraits - and hope you continue to do so for a good long while...

All About Love and Sex: Then my work here is done. For now. Thank you!

Ella: I adore them for the very same reason... ;-)

both.hands.please: Now if only I could shatter time and traverse the space between us.

Thank you for the wonderful words, bhp...

~Minx x

unbridledesires said...

Oh, how I would love to surf the net.

Cheeky Minx said...

You aren't alone there, unbridledesires...

1manview said...

Arousing piece, and the view isn't bad either. :)

Cheeky Minx said...

I'm glad to hear it, 1Manview. Very glad... ;-)