.LadyMarmalade.
12-07-2004, 01:44 AM
*breathessssssssssssssssss* Okay so its more of a fantasy about a certain individual. I thought I'd give it a shot...Keep your pants on ladies and gentemen..
I watch him there...There is so much tension between us. The past has caught up, but he doesn't seem to want to go back to it. He pushed me away, he didn't know what to do with his feelings so they were thrown out. I thought I loved him, but I question it, I question if it was real, or just my mind wanting a man next to me. There was something about him that made my heart race triple time, and he had his way with words. He had his way with me. He was like a God to me. I always knew he wanted me, if not as his woman then as his mistress, as his fantasy...As his lover. He has been in the center of my sexual attention for months. Everytime I'd get aroused, he would be the first thing that came to mind. He makes me want to never keep my fingers dry...He makes my insides thrive for him. I close my eyes and drift away from time to time. I think of him. I dream of him. I fantasize him. After all this time he still has the power to take my breath away.
We've lost touch ever since he decided to distance himself from me. I accepted it as that, but never got over it. My life is so casual since certain people left my life. Everyday I do the usual, I work, I'm in school, I dance.. and yes my life isn't exactly a thriller. One night I was coming back from work, I had a stressful day and my car wouldn't cooperate. I finally managed to get home though. It was 11:27, and all around me was dark. I slammed my car door as I headed to my apartment. Walking up the stairs I felt the keys in my hand respond to the movement of my fingers. Jiggling everywhere. It reminded me of other things that required my fingers..and my fingers only. Once I managed to finally find the right key I opened my door and stepped into my cold and unwelcoming apartment. I dropped my keys on the table next to me and turned on my light. I took off my coat and my shoes and headed towards the kitchen. That night I had a strange feeling that someone else was in my presence...Like when you close your eyes and feel somebody behind you, and you know they're there. Its exactly what I did. I closed my eyes and stood in the middle of my kitchen floor. I had the feeling deep down inside, that someone was with me. Before I got a chance to turn around I felt a hand make its way on my side. It startled me. Bloor rushed to my head and back to my veins. I didn't know how to act. Do I scream? Do I run? Do I push him away. I forgot all of that once he started to get closer to me. By this time he had both of his hands on my hips and his lips met my neck. I closed my eyes, and sided my hands on top of his. This touch was no ordinary touch. It sent shivers up my spine and down my hips. I knew he was someone I'm close with, someone I knew. After all what random stranger would come in my apartment minutes before midnight and place his hands on me. We were standing close to each other, his arms wrapped around me and my hands feeling on to him. I turned around, I slid right in his arms until I made a turn until and was facing him. I gasped.
My knees got weak and I couldn't find words to say. I was speechless of his presence. It made me feel nothing but his arms wrapped around me. It was him. It was the one I thought things were patched with. The one who was supposed to be out of my life. His eyes lit up to the dim lighting in my apartment. He was truly a beautiful person. I would spend alot of time observing him before, but I never ever got fed up with it. At that point and time I had no questions in my mind, no doubts, no hesitations. All I did is look into his eyes. He has never held me this close, he has never touched me like this, he has never even kissed me. With my hands sliding up his arms and our eyes locked on each other, he leaned down on me, in the position to kiss me. My lips trembled and my whole body got a shock..Our lips met in the dim room. I closed my eyes and felt him, his lips were burning hot, and his grip on me suddenly got tighter. He was holding on to me like he never wanted to let me go. In a split second he picked me up and literally swept me off my feet. My legs were wrapped around his waist, he was still kissing me. He seemed to have learned his way through my home, because he didn't even need to look to find the path to my bedroom. Nobody has ever held me like he has. Nobody managed to make me feel the things I felt. Only him. My passion has been strong for him, and now it feels like its been lit on fire. He opened my bedroom door and closed it quicky behind him. Once again he knew what he was doing. He placed me on the bed and went on top of me. He started to kiss my neck, causing major hormones to jump up and electrocute me. He seemed to know my hot spots and my biggest turn on's. He was nibbling on my neck as he was undoing my shirt. Slowly kissing every inch of me that he could get. As more skin was exposed, I got more excited. His touch aroused everything on me and the gentlest spots my body reacted to his soft actions. He ran his fingers through my upper body and slid his hands behind me to unzip my bra. My nipples were perky. They were hard. They wanted attention. He slid his hands over my breasts as he caressed them gently. My skin once again greeted his lips. He was kissing the top of my breasts and moved his way lower within seconds. As he moved his hands across one breast making invisible shapes he teased my other nipple with his tongue. He was making circular movements around my stiff nipple, making me gasp more each time. He slid his tongue across my chest sending me more shivers then ever, as I felt his lips on my other half. His hands were sliding up and down my body and I felt his strength on me. He was such a man. He started to slide down and kiss my stomach and down further to my unzipped jeans. His tongue danced on my stomach, making its way down ever so gently. He knew I wanted it. He knew I was starving for him. He sent me a dangerous feeling. A good feeling about him. He was moving down lower on me, making tracks. He had a place to be, and a goal to meet. I was his mission and he was fulfilling it just right. He was into me. We both strived for each other, past feelings and passion. Desire. Warmth.... God, I need him....
TO BE CONTINUED
Like I said, its my first one..Done hate and PLEASE RESPOND if you do read it....
I watch him there...There is so much tension between us. The past has caught up, but he doesn't seem to want to go back to it. He pushed me away, he didn't know what to do with his feelings so they were thrown out. I thought I loved him, but I question it, I question if it was real, or just my mind wanting a man next to me. There was something about him that made my heart race triple time, and he had his way with words. He had his way with me. He was like a God to me. I always knew he wanted me, if not as his woman then as his mistress, as his fantasy...As his lover. He has been in the center of my sexual attention for months. Everytime I'd get aroused, he would be the first thing that came to mind. He makes me want to never keep my fingers dry...He makes my insides thrive for him. I close my eyes and drift away from time to time. I think of him. I dream of him. I fantasize him. After all this time he still has the power to take my breath away.
We've lost touch ever since he decided to distance himself from me. I accepted it as that, but never got over it. My life is so casual since certain people left my life. Everyday I do the usual, I work, I'm in school, I dance.. and yes my life isn't exactly a thriller. One night I was coming back from work, I had a stressful day and my car wouldn't cooperate. I finally managed to get home though. It was 11:27, and all around me was dark. I slammed my car door as I headed to my apartment. Walking up the stairs I felt the keys in my hand respond to the movement of my fingers. Jiggling everywhere. It reminded me of other things that required my fingers..and my fingers only. Once I managed to finally find the right key I opened my door and stepped into my cold and unwelcoming apartment. I dropped my keys on the table next to me and turned on my light. I took off my coat and my shoes and headed towards the kitchen. That night I had a strange feeling that someone else was in my presence...Like when you close your eyes and feel somebody behind you, and you know they're there. Its exactly what I did. I closed my eyes and stood in the middle of my kitchen floor. I had the feeling deep down inside, that someone was with me. Before I got a chance to turn around I felt a hand make its way on my side. It startled me. Bloor rushed to my head and back to my veins. I didn't know how to act. Do I scream? Do I run? Do I push him away. I forgot all of that once he started to get closer to me. By this time he had both of his hands on my hips and his lips met my neck. I closed my eyes, and sided my hands on top of his. This touch was no ordinary touch. It sent shivers up my spine and down my hips. I knew he was someone I'm close with, someone I knew. After all what random stranger would come in my apartment minutes before midnight and place his hands on me. We were standing close to each other, his arms wrapped around me and my hands feeling on to him. I turned around, I slid right in his arms until I made a turn until and was facing him. I gasped.
My knees got weak and I couldn't find words to say. I was speechless of his presence. It made me feel nothing but his arms wrapped around me. It was him. It was the one I thought things were patched with. The one who was supposed to be out of my life. His eyes lit up to the dim lighting in my apartment. He was truly a beautiful person. I would spend alot of time observing him before, but I never ever got fed up with it. At that point and time I had no questions in my mind, no doubts, no hesitations. All I did is look into his eyes. He has never held me this close, he has never touched me like this, he has never even kissed me. With my hands sliding up his arms and our eyes locked on each other, he leaned down on me, in the position to kiss me. My lips trembled and my whole body got a shock..Our lips met in the dim room. I closed my eyes and felt him, his lips were burning hot, and his grip on me suddenly got tighter. He was holding on to me like he never wanted to let me go. In a split second he picked me up and literally swept me off my feet. My legs were wrapped around his waist, he was still kissing me. He seemed to have learned his way through my home, because he didn't even need to look to find the path to my bedroom. Nobody has ever held me like he has. Nobody managed to make me feel the things I felt. Only him. My passion has been strong for him, and now it feels like its been lit on fire. He opened my bedroom door and closed it quicky behind him. Once again he knew what he was doing. He placed me on the bed and went on top of me. He started to kiss my neck, causing major hormones to jump up and electrocute me. He seemed to know my hot spots and my biggest turn on's. He was nibbling on my neck as he was undoing my shirt. Slowly kissing every inch of me that he could get. As more skin was exposed, I got more excited. His touch aroused everything on me and the gentlest spots my body reacted to his soft actions. He ran his fingers through my upper body and slid his hands behind me to unzip my bra. My nipples were perky. They were hard. They wanted attention. He slid his hands over my breasts as he caressed them gently. My skin once again greeted his lips. He was kissing the top of my breasts and moved his way lower within seconds. As he moved his hands across one breast making invisible shapes he teased my other nipple with his tongue. He was making circular movements around my stiff nipple, making me gasp more each time. He slid his tongue across my chest sending me more shivers then ever, as I felt his lips on my other half. His hands were sliding up and down my body and I felt his strength on me. He was such a man. He started to slide down and kiss my stomach and down further to my unzipped jeans. His tongue danced on my stomach, making its way down ever so gently. He knew I wanted it. He knew I was starving for him. He sent me a dangerous feeling. A good feeling about him. He was moving down lower on me, making tracks. He had a place to be, and a goal to meet. I was his mission and he was fulfilling it just right. He was into me. We both strived for each other, past feelings and passion. Desire. Warmth.... God, I need him....
TO BE CONTINUED
Like I said, its my first one..Done hate and PLEASE RESPOND if you do read it....