Last part of the steamy Sunday, enjoy.
Our sweaty bodies lingering on the bed rolling and wiggling from position to position. Eating licking, tasting the wetness secreted slowly. Sweet and salty mixed on the tongue. Hands afloat over a thin layer of air across the contours of your body. Drawing circles around your belly button. Watching your breath filling your body making it go up and down. Drops flowing to the sides. Laying an ear to hear your heart beating. Racing fast and hard in harmony with mine.
Sounds of wetness stroking our ears, making our movements wilder, Tension rising when an ending runs near. The windows condensing from the heat our bodies create. Hands squeezing, grabbing tighter. Dragging our bodies to the cold windows. Fingers stroking, petting and rubbing. Stirring in all that dripping wetness.
Leaving impressions of hands hair and body in the drops of water residing on the window cooling our bodies to extend our time. Streams of water distorting the images we made, the tide coming nearer. Feel me hear me take me, I want it, wanting it now, are whispers in our deep animal like growls and breath. Our senses at their peak we prepare for what is coming.
Light reflecting on our glistening bodies. Our back arching, lying there on the floor, eyes closing, grip tightening and lip biting we fight against our upcoming scream that will fill the room with ecstasy, love and pleasure. Nothing stopping us from being as one, our roar makes time stand still. Our bodies like statues, muscles contracting, for that intense moment where everything s out of our control. Fluids running in all directions Our souls united with bodies entwined, we slowly come to our senses, remembering that moment that time stood still. And straight after we fall in each others arms with eyes wide open staring into the souls that say one thing. I love you. With a deep sigh our breaths slowing down, we kiss and lay fulfilled in each others arms. It has been a steamy Sunday.
©Ranting Crow 2013
This was Steamy Sunday in three parts. A small experiment by me to write a lovers story without the use of any gender details. Just to see if it is possible. It has been tough so the parts were short and not sure i covered it all.. But I hope it was a nice read for all who took the time to read it.
So please share any thoughts and make a comment and let me know if you think I done okay. Its even harder to judge this from the writers point of view.
Steamy Sunday part deux.
Knees weaken, making me get on my knees. My view never leaving the leg that starts to stand on the floor. The skin looking clean and so soft now, the water is vaporised. Just making you want to touch it slowly, put your teeth in it and taste its flavor, or even smell the scent of perfumed skin.
My eyes growing, a raging feeling going through making my hair stand up. A growl rolling of the lips as the leg shows more while walking through the door way. A body so sexy wrapped tightly in a towel. Skin showing dry and looking so silky with that light sheen. Hair sticking against the face still wet from the shower.
A hunger over comes me, licking my lips and crawling like a hunting wolf towards its pray. Wanting to lick, smell taste that body that hypnotizes you with its motions. Craving, wanting the emotions growing intensely. Eat and devour, taking its pleasures for your self. The heart racing pumping blood to every cranny of your body. Sensitivity rising in the areas that get hard.
Eyes lurking, a mouth smirking, inviting to be yours. Hands crabbing the towel and with a smooth single movement let it drop to the floor. Your lips curl up after another wet lick. Voices heard inside your head. Calling, whispering. A scent of sweat, sweetness and sex fill your nose after a sniff of the air. Eyes squinting your body moving on its own. Both eager to have, share and give the fluids of love. The heat is on.
Another day in paradise.
Hope you enjoyed this writing. Feel free to let me know what you think.
© Ranting Crow 2013
Trying something new for the Sunday.
The view is pretty from above. Leaning against the glass looking over town with its light flickering. It is a mesmerizing view that makes the picture complete, together with that dark blue sky, a cloud or 2 all silver and gray form the reflecting moon light.
A door slides open and in the reflection I see a puff of white steam escaping and disappearing into nothing. My first reaction is to turn around and see a foot being stretched into the room. Slowly a calf , a knee and a thigh is being shown to my gazing eyes.
Glistening and shiny with the water drops following the muscles. So smooth they seem, when the pearls of water connect and roll down a well formed calf, when the leg bends at the knee. The thigh seems firm from the dancing, but also soft to the touch. All eyes on what is happening, all moister is being drawn from my lips, the throat getting dry.
I need to lick, I want to lick and wet my lips. A deep swallow of excess saliva at the sight of a drop of water that rolled from the knee to the ankle and finally fell from the heel. A last glimmer of light reflected before it hits the carpet. A moment like that so steamy hot that you want to last forever.
Please feel free to let me know what you think.
© Ranting Crow 2013