Mae13
Special Needs Woman
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....or is it prose? Ahh fuck, I forget which is which...lost in the cups tonight, Mae is. Thought I would try my pen at something that I haven't in a while...at least tried and shared? Only no pictures to go along with it...perhaps someone else can volunteer? hehehe...
A *kiss* to my fellow Lit'ers...
Mae
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I enter...slowly...
The room dark and damp, and dripping slightly, as if a womb to shelter me.
The hissing sibilance, like a multitude of Tiamats, her sinuous necks wrapping around my body, barely there.
Stretching out, bared, upon the moist tile...I sink into the twilight.
Tongue touching, lips wet and slightly salty...for a moment I forget, and think it is your sex which perfumes me.
My skin; so flushed already, beads of want raised upon my skin...
My hands, sliding, so needful...against a body that seems
it has been making long love on a hot summer's day.
And I find my want, and can imagine...oh! I feel the ghost of your hands upon mine,
teasing that wetness which has nothing to do with environment, and all to do with longing...
I part for you, a hungry, honey-lined flower...eager to devour you.
You are there, your tense voice in my ear, as I please...
As I break, gasping...whimpering...my keening echoes back from the cold squares of porcelain.
My arched, open mouth of submission crying out.
The tension flowing from my body, almost as quickly as it caught me...and in that steamy room, with its scent of sex...
You were there...
Weren't you?
~~~~
Hrm. don't know if I like yet. Fuck it. Critique?
*hugs*
A *kiss* to my fellow Lit'ers...
Mae
~~~~
I enter...slowly...
The room dark and damp, and dripping slightly, as if a womb to shelter me.
The hissing sibilance, like a multitude of Tiamats, her sinuous necks wrapping around my body, barely there.
Stretching out, bared, upon the moist tile...I sink into the twilight.
Tongue touching, lips wet and slightly salty...for a moment I forget, and think it is your sex which perfumes me.
My skin; so flushed already, beads of want raised upon my skin...
My hands, sliding, so needful...against a body that seems
it has been making long love on a hot summer's day.
And I find my want, and can imagine...oh! I feel the ghost of your hands upon mine,
teasing that wetness which has nothing to do with environment, and all to do with longing...
I part for you, a hungry, honey-lined flower...eager to devour you.
You are there, your tense voice in my ear, as I please...
As I break, gasping...whimpering...my keening echoes back from the cold squares of porcelain.
My arched, open mouth of submission crying out.
The tension flowing from my body, almost as quickly as it caught me...and in that steamy room, with its scent of sex...
You were there...
Weren't you?
~~~~
Hrm. don't know if I like yet. Fuck it. Critique?
*hugs*