Fade….

Fade

The following content is for matured reading (whatever you term that to be), and is rated 18 (VNSL, google that If you don’t know it). Do not try to picture the words and don’t even attempt visualising the scenario. Viewer discretion is advised. It’s very explicit.

 

FADE

I opened the door for Carroll, as she came back from the office tensed. I could see that working 8am to 5pm and driving through that crazy traffic is breaking her, and we’ve not really had time to ourselves in a long while. Carroll gave me a cold peck on the cheeks and said “hi dear”. Her eyes were red like grape wine; she looked like she has been driving a petrol tanker all day. I could hardly stay in my skin and my heart sank like a stone on the sea, because she’s so precious to me, that I can comfortably take a bullet for her. She’s my woman.

 

As she slams her delicate body on the bed, I turned on the tap for hot water into the tub. I decided to run her a hot bath, taking off her apparels by myself. It’s not something I do everyday, but I just wanna take away the look of anxiety on her face. Just wanted to relegate the tiredness and substitute it with ecstasy, fire and desire. I wanted to make her relax. After the bath, I carefully told her to lie on the bed, face down, to give her a full body massage. Massaging is a skill I picked up on my last trip to China. As she lay naked on the bed, she has put all her trust in me, a kinda intense burning heat started to develop inside of me. She felt safe and secure with me and I knew what I had to do, it wasn’t premeditated, just came with the moment.

 

I starred at her spotless smooth hairless back, her tiny fragile waist, down to the elegantly engineered behind in the curved hips. Her nice thick thigh on a slightly bow leg ran a length that seem like a hundred yard with no blemish, all fair complexioned all the way. Her hair rested on her like wool, they look edible, thick and dark like a Thursday night. I ran the tip of my fingers from the back of her heels all through the inside of her thigh and her rear in repeated circular motion, my thumb then pushing inwards towards the spine up to the base of her neck in slow, simulated fingertip motion that tickled every nerve ending in her saturated body. I was feeding her body with signs of things to come. Then I traced out a map around the region between her neck and her shoulder. Then I put my lips to work as she groans quietly, like she is reading it from a script, hot air from my nostrils breezing over her back. I really wanted to take it slow, she works the whole day and really needs to relax.

 

She turned as my lips affectionately met hers in an enchanting and enthralling moment like an elixir, like a moment of Christmas coming on June 13. A moment that can be described as when open petrol meets naked fire, to give up an uncontrollable flame that burns with intent, menace and an unquenchable tenacity. It felt like hot knife through cheese, like passion and desire coming together at one point; and at this apex is where Carroll and I happened to be at that moment. I wanted to take her into my senses, absorb everything she has to give into my being. I want to be overwhelmed by the moment of irresistible passion.

 

I ran my mouth all over her body passionately for what seemed like the span of time before eternity. All the while staring making eye contacts with her. I carefully tickled her nipples with the tip of my tongue and as her groans gets more audible; I felt a rush of adrenaline straight into my system, like coal was being turned in my furnace. I could have opted to thrust into her at the instance, but no, it wasn’t about me, it was about her getting the appreciation she needed. That she deserved. I didn’t even want her to do anything for me right now, not even a head; I just wanted to be her soldier at the moment. Carroll is what I can describe as textbook fine, and as my lips were strolling the streets of her body, her body glittered like a 100 carat diamond under the dim light of the room.

 

The scented candles placed around the room kept the atmosphere while the song “Bed” from J-Holiday provided the groove. We continued kissing, cuddling and tickling until she told me in a whisper that she wanted me plunged deep inside of her, to fill in the void and melt like smoulder inside her temple. She wanted more. She has been seeing stars already, but now she wants to touch them. She said she wanted me to travel to her depths and bring out all the treasured there, while propelling her to the celestial realm, to drift back into heaven. To take her to a place where it is white, blue and serene; a place that she has never allowed anyone into, a secret place that she has kept to herself since she was a little girl.

 

I took my time to go into her slowly, gently, rubbing on her ‘Gerard-spot’ in even controlled short movement until she longed for me to go into her galaxy completely. “I want all of you inside of me now” she moaned, almost inaudibly. Then I obliged and I wanted to have a safe trip while placing my hand on her ‘paradise’ to press it down gently and heighten the sensation. I rocked her body her gently, like a little kid rides his first pony, like the pendulum in my grandpa’s living room. Making every stroke and every jolt a promise kept. I loved her even more, because she has a drive that matches my drive. She met every stroke with desire and complimented it with a push of her waist as she opened up wider. Then I started going slow again, and again, and again, as powerful and rhythmic, as sure and relentless, as the ocean’s salty tide, in order for us to reach the peak at the same time. I’m not selfish, she deserves more. It’s as if everything that’s been numb or bored or disconnected inside her suddenly began to melt like the wax of a candle, and the more she felt this warmth and this liquid melting feeling inside her, the more deeply she knew the experience was going to enter her and give her a true feeling of being totally filled.

 

My fingers went through her hair like scissors and my waist was tightly wrapped up in her legs. Then I delayed my gratification to make sure her body was tense-full and then I frequently reach to kiss her neck lightly to spread the electric shock all over and prevent a local overload of sensation. We continued for what seemed like the rest of eternity until we finally got there together and pure excitement began to flood through her. Her eyes, that were initially blood shot, was clear, and she was glowing like sunshine in the spring. Finally, a smile that could power a solar panel, dropped from her mouth like honey drops from a honeycomb. She then wrapped herself in my arms feeling totally connected. Then she reminded me “you know I like to snuggle”.

 

We lay for moments unending, quiet and I kept nibbling her earlobes and kissing her neck lightly, with her behind firmly placed between my bare thighs and torso. I snuggled her until she slept. She slept so soundly and I kissed her forehead like it could break. I was happy I could help her shed the workday’s stress. And making love at that time was just perfect. Well, it was worth it, because she slept deep that Friday night and still had the whole of Saturday to sleep through. Guess I provided her with the ultimate sedative.

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Random Ish.

Posted on September 14, 2011, in Personal Ish. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Errrr…I plan to have a long n stressful day at wrk tmrw.can u cme gimme dat massage?

  2. Holla when u ready… *wink*

  3. Very nice, I like it,so romantic! Wouldn’t mind α massage now *stretching*

  4. Lovely…lovely…it’s all I can say…lovely…

  5. @steffaniez. Lol. Thanks.

  6. once again am impressed. Very novel like. U shud consida writing a romance novel. Lol. Thumbs up!

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