I've enjoyed all of Whitewave48's stories to date but her latest takes her particular skill to new heights and I felt the need to comment in this forum on what I think is a very powerfull contribution to erotic writing.
Twenty Minutes
by Whitewave48
“Dark-haired and elegant, she rose to greet him.” With these words, combining the desired image of female power and the vision of the sensuous uncoiling of the healthy feminine body from her seat holding out a welcoming hand in greeting, we are immediately drawn into the magic of the sensuous reality that Whitewave is about to weave for our enjoyment in celebration of eroticism.
The weaving proceeds immediately with every word falling perfectly into place within the tapestry she creates from the sensuous energy, muted at first (“she murmured”), that she builds from the crystal clarity (“Her glossy red lips caught Jason's eye . . .”) of what is about to take place before our eyes as an obviously aroused Jason wrestles with the up-welling of his desires (“. . . and he fought the urge to gaze at them.”)
Thus within the first six paragraphs our author has become like a conductor using her baton to carefully orchestrate this sensuous conversational concerto between a wholesome expression of manhood and a consummate woman equal to each other in their power of arousal and response, their power of giving and receiving the flow of sensuous energy.
The story settles immediately into an adagio that builds an overwhelming intense excitement of expectation that has the power to force a hand to hold my penis by way of coping with the intense flood of physicality that threatens to drown the cognition required to continue reading. Thus begins the sympathetic dance duet of carnal pleasure and spiritual joy within my own being to the beat of this symphony of lust and recognition that gradually unfolds between these exciting characters.
The mastery of Whitewave's control over the story is breathtaking when the two are playing the piano. Not only has she taken the trouble to fully understand what she is saying about the music, but she is completely in control of the working of human carnality between two intelligent people. The unerring touch of such intense arousal without an iota of the graphic until the final moments of the story when “He was unfastening her top button” explodes almost orgasmically, attests to the power of this writer. Having aroused us to incredible heights simply with describing the energies that flow between and through her characters, and their physical contact having been practically incidental to this final point, when Jason finally reaches out to touch her with intent (and touching not her body but merely her button), we immediately feel a climactic release. Knowing that, between these two, endless possibilities of sensuous joy are now assured, we don't actually need to see graphically what happens next to feel satisfied; we don't need to intrude into their privacy to feel joy in their union.
I recommended this story to a lady friend who now has the time to really enjoy her husband since she retired. Here is what she reported about the effect of this story:
“I've mostly been having single orgasms, but last night all that hotness led me to two BIG ones!! Oh, the pleasure...the body wracking, muscle tensing, delirium inducing orgasmic release.... Thank you for your part in my pleasure.”
That is the power of Whitewave48.
Twenty Minutes
by Whitewave48
“Dark-haired and elegant, she rose to greet him.” With these words, combining the desired image of female power and the vision of the sensuous uncoiling of the healthy feminine body from her seat holding out a welcoming hand in greeting, we are immediately drawn into the magic of the sensuous reality that Whitewave is about to weave for our enjoyment in celebration of eroticism.
The weaving proceeds immediately with every word falling perfectly into place within the tapestry she creates from the sensuous energy, muted at first (“she murmured”), that she builds from the crystal clarity (“Her glossy red lips caught Jason's eye . . .”) of what is about to take place before our eyes as an obviously aroused Jason wrestles with the up-welling of his desires (“. . . and he fought the urge to gaze at them.”)
Thus within the first six paragraphs our author has become like a conductor using her baton to carefully orchestrate this sensuous conversational concerto between a wholesome expression of manhood and a consummate woman equal to each other in their power of arousal and response, their power of giving and receiving the flow of sensuous energy.
The story settles immediately into an adagio that builds an overwhelming intense excitement of expectation that has the power to force a hand to hold my penis by way of coping with the intense flood of physicality that threatens to drown the cognition required to continue reading. Thus begins the sympathetic dance duet of carnal pleasure and spiritual joy within my own being to the beat of this symphony of lust and recognition that gradually unfolds between these exciting characters.
The mastery of Whitewave's control over the story is breathtaking when the two are playing the piano. Not only has she taken the trouble to fully understand what she is saying about the music, but she is completely in control of the working of human carnality between two intelligent people. The unerring touch of such intense arousal without an iota of the graphic until the final moments of the story when “He was unfastening her top button” explodes almost orgasmically, attests to the power of this writer. Having aroused us to incredible heights simply with describing the energies that flow between and through her characters, and their physical contact having been practically incidental to this final point, when Jason finally reaches out to touch her with intent (and touching not her body but merely her button), we immediately feel a climactic release. Knowing that, between these two, endless possibilities of sensuous joy are now assured, we don't actually need to see graphically what happens next to feel satisfied; we don't need to intrude into their privacy to feel joy in their union.
I recommended this story to a lady friend who now has the time to really enjoy her husband since she retired. Here is what she reported about the effect of this story:
“I've mostly been having single orgasms, but last night all that hotness led me to two BIG ones!! Oh, the pleasure...the body wracking, muscle tensing, delirium inducing orgasmic release.... Thank you for your part in my pleasure.”
That is the power of Whitewave48.
