Rhys
the once and future
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- Dec 14, 2001
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She sits, her long legs spread over the side of the tub. I can see her clearly with my mind’s eye, naked, faint gooseflesh raising over her creamy skin as a chill breeze from outside the bath blows over her tawny flesh. The bath steams profusely, sending curls of raspberry scent into the air. Candles illuminate the room, flickering huge tapers like gothic sentinels guarding the holy bathing chamber. Her hair is piled atop her head, and golden ringlets frame her face. The steam causes the rest to curl in profusion and it threatens to spill from the ponytail into a riot of silken threads down her back. She is all soft curves and lush full desires. She slides into the tub with a soft sigh and I can hear soft whimper of relaxation as the warm water caresses her thighs and breasts. She closes her eyes and she has this dreamy expression on her face….of whom does she dream? Could it be me? I can only wish and dream myself. Were I there, I would splash her and grin. I would trickle water and bubbles down her collarbone and watch the dribbles make a frothy path down to her breast. Her skin calls out to me for tasting. There is a succulentness…a ripeness that sings to my blood and beckons to me. She is irresitable like the tide and the moon, so I have to drift behind her, sluicing water on her back with a sponge and sneaking a kiss on her shoulder blade. She giggles, a low rippling sound that is more heady to me than wine. I cup her breast with my fingers, drawing a thumb over the nipple in slow circles. She gasps slightly and puts her arms over her head, twining her fingers in my hair and closing her eyes. I kiss her throat, feeling the pulse of her heart beating beneath the fragile skin. Her ears enchant me, delicate and shaped like shells and I want to run my tongue along the gentle edge and suck lightly on the lobe. I lay a pattern of kisses around to the back of her neck and kiss the base of her skull. I marvel at the silken feel of her, she is soft as velvet but strong as steel. She tastes of cream and honey, infused with the scent of raspberry and roses. I pull her to me, and embrace her, so soft and warm she is…and I marvel at her again, angelic creature, too beautiful to be real. This is my dream, and I dream her as I wish with her lilting smile and gentle touch. The vee of her throat calls to me and I must kiss there, I must kiss further down finding the soft curve of her breast with my fingers again and the softly swollen nipple with my mouth. I drag my tongue in ever increasing circles, teasing and nipping and she gasps softly as I pinch the other nipple, mimicking what I doing with my mouth on the other breast. I hoist her out of the water, and wrap a towel around her shoulders and she gazes at me wide eyed and quizzical. I kiss her soft mouth and delve into the depths of her with my tounge, curious to taste her, curious that she tastes of dark chocolate and other rich secrets. She shuts her eyes and I kiss her lids gently, then go back to my minstrations on her breast. I find it fascinating that something can be so hard and so soft at the same time. Indeed, I suck until it becomes like a raspberry under my tongue, sweet and hard and aching to be nibbled. She moans softly, a musical sound like the tinkling of temple bells and I know I am in the presence of a Goddess. How can I make my Goddess glow? I want to worship her, beg her to admit me to her mysteries…and all this and I can’t speak, can’t breathe, she is too beautiful to soft and too wonderous. She arches her back to encourage my exploration and who am I to deny her? I find her navel and kiss it with the same gentleness as her breast, following the curve of her hip and falling down to that warm cleft between her thighs. She is bare and I kiss the soft exteriour folds of her, and hear her sigh. I draw one of the folds into my mouth and suck, lighly brushing her secret lips with my tongue every so lightly, careful not to bruise tender flesh. She spreads her legs and winds her fingers in my hair, pushing hungrily at me, eager for this kiss. My tongue finds the bud between her folds and stabs at it, brushing and kissing and not sucking too hard. She is creamy and sweet, her honey drips onto my tongue and I drink every sweet drop from her wellspring. She is warm vanilla and brown sugar, and I am drowning in her mysterious depths. I feel the bud grow harder beneath my tongue, and she is so wet now. She raises her hips and bids me drink deeper from her, by pressing my head harder into her. My tongue finds the entrance to her womb, and pulls at the fount of life all the honey gathered there. I substitute my tongue for a finger, probing gentle inside her, stroking, searching for that little spot that causes her to writhe uncontrollably. I lick the little bud between her cleft and alternately stroke it up and down with the rhythm of my questing fingers. She cries out sharply, and I feel her contract beneath me, rippling like waves of exquisite pleasure course through me and through her and I can feel my pulse pounding in my ears and in my cock and she slides off the side of the tub and onto my cock without a sound. I am so swiftly inside her that I am breathless. I feel the pulsing of her womb around the head of my cock and she is like a velvet vice and she draws me deeper into her. She rides me, a vision of a Goddess in extasy, and still she pulls me, near to drowing into her. I am all thrust and no mind and I want her so much I may break her in half and I don’t care. I want to be so deep inside her, so deep that I feel her heart break with mine …so deep that when I cum it fountains out of my cock and the wave surfs over her head and crests into the night and the tub overflows in a waterfall soaking the carpet and running down the stairs into the starry night and into infinity…
you!
