X Marks the Spot

He watches her methodically undress in the dimly lit hotel room while he stands at the head of the bed. His shoulders are rigid and his back is erect. His rangy limbs are squarely planted on ten and two of his body.

She reaches behind her own back and unzips her long floral dress. The dress slips from her shoulders and allows it to glide to the floor. The silk pools around her feet before she sneaks a glance over her shoulder to see if his attention has been obtained. His eyes are fixed in her direction but his face is unmoved.

She returns to undressing by side-stepping from the middle of the floral fabric around her ankles, her stiletto heel briefly getting snagged in the mess. Her full, natural breasts hang like pumelos on her chest.

When she turns to look at her prospective lover again, his back has relaxed and his nimble fingers have gone to work on unzipping his pants and unbuttoning his shirt.

She turns away again to smile before sensually bending over to collect her dress from the floor. Her round behind separates ever so slightly, allowing him to see a flirtatious wink from her inner thighs.

Her heels subtly click across the floor adding to the soundtrack of scarce traffic flashing past their hotel window. A train horn sounds off in the distance. With her dress now neatly draped across the back of the rickety office chair, she’s ready to follow his remaining instructions.

Her heels click-clack to the hotel dormitory’s entrance. She uses the extra locks to secure the doorway. She looks over to him again. His button-down shirt and slacks are halved over his folded arms. The pair is separated by the bed and his tight, white boxer briefs.

She reassures him by crawling across the bed to him and taking his clothes from his arms.

“Come,” she says seductively.

She leaves his clothes on the bedside table and leans back on the bed. Her long, lean legs spread on each side. He leans over her, his lips stiffly pressing against hers. She uses her tongue to part his lips, his jaw goes slack then their lips engage in a game of cat and mouse.

Using her stilettos as leverage, she digs them into the bed, squeezes her thighs around his waist, then inches him and herself further onto the bed. She digs her teeth into his bottom lip before sucking on it to soothe the sting.

He winces a bit before striking his hand against her throat to give a gentle but stern reminder of their arrangement. Her vagina tightens with anticipation for what’s to come.

He bites her bottom lip in return, then her chin and along her jawline. Her heart skips a beat when he moves down the side of her neck, a small distance beneath her ear. His bites burn with pleasure. Her soft moans feed his flame. Her hands travel the length of his back, her ankles are now crossed delicately around his waist.

She can feel his bulge against her. Her moans plead for him to silence the aching in her most private part, her deepest secret. She uses her fingers to tickle the band of his briefs, his hands catch her wrists then pin them over her head.

Her hips gyrate on his bulge to continue beckoning his phallus, but he continues to take his time.

Coming soon…

photo credit: stefan kuhn

Purple Kisses for my Quixotic Muse

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We sat together in silence as the clouds shadowed the moon. I’d never seen her before and yet she seemed quite familiar. The wind brushed the hair from her face then she turns to me and asked quietly, “Do you think kisses have a color?”

I chuckled in response then I paused and replied, “I don’t know.” We sat in more silence admiring the skyline. I slid a little closer to the familiar stranger and brushed her hair behind her ear. “Let me show you something.”

I kissed her forehead, left an Eskimo kiss on her nose, and then her chin. My lips grazed hers but I passed them for her delicate collar bone. I back tracked to her ear to nibble her ear lobe and whispered “Beautiful.” I eased her sweater from her shoulder and kissed that too. I paused as I intertwined my fingers in hers and looked into her eyes. While she was enthralled I gently pulled her from the bench and held her close. Several intense minutes passed before she finally leaned in for a kiss. Our lips pressed and our tongues intertwined. I bit and sucked on her bottom lip for what seemed an eternity in bliss. Her lips were so sweet that I didn’t want to pull away but eventually I did. 

When I pulled away I asked her, “Did my kiss have a color?”

“The kiss on my forehead sent chills to my fingertips and toes. The kisses for my chin and shoulders gave me the warmth of the sun. Took me to a place I’ve never been,” her hands stroked my cheeks as she whispered through the wind. “A kiss without a kiss,” she paused, “I’ve never experienced that before. I can’t quite describe what I felt.” She returned the favor and grazed her lips across mine. She was right about the feeling being somewhat indescribable. It was like the warm sun on a cool day against my skin. The sensation heated me to my core and left me with a yearning for something more. 

I kissed her again while our bodies swayed to the music only the two of us could hear. “So what color is it?” I repeated. 

“I find you intoxicating. Your kiss was magical and passionate. I could feel a sense of peace wash over me with every touch and sensation,” she replied. 

I laughed quietly, “What color would that be?”

“It’s purple.”