Mistress
Lit's Original Mistress
- Joined
- Feb 17, 2001
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From the depths of my ever-growing desire he crept into my life; his warmth illuminating my heart, sending chills into the very crevice of my soul. His touch so gentle yet at the same time, burning my flesh; liquid fire rushing through my veins, giving me a fever that no medicine could ever conquer. My heart skips beats, playing a tune never before it dared to play. A Samba that vibrated and echoed to the very core of my existence….
I was entranced, mesmerized by this unseen force that crowded around me. This nuclear bomb that had threatened to melt any resolve and independence I had remaining. His eyes beckoned me, haunting me in my sleep, taking over my dreams and twisting them into forbidden temptations. His lips taunting me, yet never moving, making me quiver with agonizing anticipation….
My throat closing, strangled around a silent moan as his hand strokes me, caressing the symphony he started with just one look from his smoldering eyes. Unconsciously my numb hands fumble with the buttons to my blouse, my eyes burning from the heat that has suddenly filled the room. Another moan shatters the solitude of my resolve as he rips away my remaining blouse, the precious silk tearing under his strong hands. I feel alive and yet at the same time catatonic, propelled by an unknown force, driving me towards this hurricane of intense sexual wanting. Every hair on my body tingles from the feel of his breath on my neck as he inhales the scent of my long dark curls.
I was entranced, mesmerized by this unseen force that crowded around me. This nuclear bomb that had threatened to melt any resolve and independence I had remaining. His eyes beckoned me, haunting me in my sleep, taking over my dreams and twisting them into forbidden temptations. His lips taunting me, yet never moving, making me quiver with agonizing anticipation….
My throat closing, strangled around a silent moan as his hand strokes me, caressing the symphony he started with just one look from his smoldering eyes. Unconsciously my numb hands fumble with the buttons to my blouse, my eyes burning from the heat that has suddenly filled the room. Another moan shatters the solitude of my resolve as he rips away my remaining blouse, the precious silk tearing under his strong hands. I feel alive and yet at the same time catatonic, propelled by an unknown force, driving me towards this hurricane of intense sexual wanting. Every hair on my body tingles from the feel of his breath on my neck as he inhales the scent of my long dark curls.
