It’s been over two months since I’ve published my one and only creative writing piece, so I figured it was time for another.

The following, though, is one of very few compositions of mine intended for a mature audience.

Her heels resonate over the tile of the floor and I found myself in absolute anticipation.

I was sprawled on the sofa that faced the city’s gleaming lights. Unlike most outdoor seating arrangements, this one faced inward allowing for views of what was inside as well as what was outside.

A soft “hello” could be heard from the door where she stood in her see-through gown that beckoned for attention. I replied in my best Joey tone of voice, “How you doing?” A smile crossed her face and she walked out and stood before me, graciously sitting on my lap and kissing me ever so gently on the forehead. We then shared the moment, partaking of the beautiful view that was there for our taking.

“Whenever you’re ready,” she said and kissed me again before walking inside; the breeze suddenly caught her dress and managed to offer a glimpse of what was to come.

I sat there for a few moments, trying to get myself together after imagining how great it would be to partake of her. I stepped inside and phoned the guys to let them know I wouldn’t be hanging out this evening. It had become routine almost, so they were knew they probably wouldn’t be seeing me since she was in town.

I found her sitting on the side of the bed, massaging her legs with the hot oil we had purchased together when we ventured into a nice little shop downtown. I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes following her hands as they move up and down and all around. I regained my composure and slipped out of my black boxer-briefs. She tried to act as if she didn’t see me standing there, but I noticed a smile come over her face. Instead of joining her on the bed, I stood there in amazement and admired the beautiful scenery.

Rather than dab a little bit of the white cream onto her hand, she held the bottle to her leg and left a streak of it up to her thigh. She beckoned me to come close and I assumed that she wanted me to rub it in. I began to, doing so ever so gently, wrapping my hands around her ankles and forming tiny circular motions as I moved higher. I glanced up and noticed the smirk on her face because she knew she had me.

She squatted alongside the bed and rested her head on my knee for a moment. She didn’t move at first, perhaps beholding what would soon find its way inside her in just a matter of seconds. She snapped out of her trance and quickly filled her mouth with me.

It took absolutely everything I had not to grab the back of her head. I began to tremble. Compared to the chill of the room, a mild 70 degrees, her mouth was hot and wet. I leaned back in ecstasy and could hear nothing but the sounds she loved to make and the sounds I loved to hear. I lay back and enjoy every moment of this experience; my toes began to curl.

After a while she lifts her head and I can’t do anything but look down at her panting. She appeared to be proud of herself; she definitely should be. She pushed me so that my back was flat on the bed and somehow managed to plant herself right at my lips. As my tongue went to work, she lay there on top of me, planting kisses on the very top of my head, mostly concentrating, though, on what was going on between her legs. I began to caress her, wrapping my arms around her waist so that when she starts writhing and squirming, my tongue doesn’t miss a stroke. Although her thighs cover my ears, I heard her every moan especially when I hit her spot and she screamed out in sheer bliss. I started all over again, even though she beckoned me with a soft “wait”. I disregarded her request and before long she’s shaking again tasting utterly sweet.

She climbed off me and onto the bed, giving me a sly grin. I turned off the few lights on before I climbed in next to her. The light from the patio still flowed through and provided us with a few shadows to use. We snuggled close and soon thereafter I slid into her, our legs intertwined. I thrusted ever so gently, eliciting a sharp gasp every now and then. I toyed with her hair and even traced her face with my fingers. Somehow one of my fingers managed to find itself inside her mouth, and she began to lick my finger, twirling her tongue all around.

At that moment, all I could think was, “I hope this never ends…”

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Joe – “The Love Scene” (M4A) from All That I Am

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