Mae13
Special Needs Woman
- Joined
- Sep 23, 2001
- Posts
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Today was a strange day...I woke up needing someone. Lying in my vast expanse of lonely bed, my mind was full of visions...
...being woken with a kiss, soft and full upon my lips, fingers gently trailing through my hair; slitting my eyes open to see nothing but pupils before me, contracting in their love for me.
...a leisurely, playful breakfast in bed, the tart surprise of orange on my tongue, licking preserves from their fingers like a hungry kitten...
...hours of light, casual, soothing touching, fingertips drifting across my skin, bringing it alive with gooseflesh. A smile on their lips as the questing finds my sole ticklish spot, making me squirm and giggle in the morn. Over and over again, feeling the pads of their fingers tracing my face, my neck, my shoulders...all while softly whispering words of endearment against my ear.
...leading me to a warm bath, sliding in behind me, comforting arms wrapped around me. The warm run of water over my hair as s/he washes it, kneading fragrant bubbles through. Soapy, wet sliding of bodies together, like dolphins at play.
...big, fluffy towels drying my body, paying close attention to every crease. Pliant kisses placed here and there, after the pat of the towel...a flickering tongue occasionally taking a drop of moisture that was missed.
...tumbling back into bed, the flannel sheets still warm with our body's heat. Spending a lazy Sunday in playful loving...giggling and talking. Finding new things to share about eachother. Getting caught up in eachother every once and a while, words being replaced by sounds as we make love again. Cat-napping....
....realizing as the twilight comes again that we got nothing accomplished that day, yet got everything important done...
*sigh* At times being alone is peace, and solitude, and calm.
At other times it is a vast expanse of empty, aching need. It is wanting everything you do not have.
Guess it's one of the latter days today. Time to go run, and attempt to forget.
Be well,
Mae
...being woken with a kiss, soft and full upon my lips, fingers gently trailing through my hair; slitting my eyes open to see nothing but pupils before me, contracting in their love for me.
...a leisurely, playful breakfast in bed, the tart surprise of orange on my tongue, licking preserves from their fingers like a hungry kitten...
...hours of light, casual, soothing touching, fingertips drifting across my skin, bringing it alive with gooseflesh. A smile on their lips as the questing finds my sole ticklish spot, making me squirm and giggle in the morn. Over and over again, feeling the pads of their fingers tracing my face, my neck, my shoulders...all while softly whispering words of endearment against my ear.
...leading me to a warm bath, sliding in behind me, comforting arms wrapped around me. The warm run of water over my hair as s/he washes it, kneading fragrant bubbles through. Soapy, wet sliding of bodies together, like dolphins at play.
...big, fluffy towels drying my body, paying close attention to every crease. Pliant kisses placed here and there, after the pat of the towel...a flickering tongue occasionally taking a drop of moisture that was missed.
...tumbling back into bed, the flannel sheets still warm with our body's heat. Spending a lazy Sunday in playful loving...giggling and talking. Finding new things to share about eachother. Getting caught up in eachother every once and a while, words being replaced by sounds as we make love again. Cat-napping....
....realizing as the twilight comes again that we got nothing accomplished that day, yet got everything important done...
*sigh* At times being alone is peace, and solitude, and calm.
At other times it is a vast expanse of empty, aching need. It is wanting everything you do not have.
Guess it's one of the latter days today. Time to go run, and attempt to forget.
Be well,
Mae
