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Subject: {ASSM} My Eros 67
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                               My Eros 67
                           By: Richard Knight

Perhaps something poetic tonight, something sensual...

By now, your eyes looking back at me are full of interest.  I can see
your eagerness and curiosity etched into the loving lines of your smile,
hinted at in now-playful eyes.  I kiss you yet again, my eyes closed as
I seek the key that will unlock your pleasure, and only in doing so can
I unlock my own.  Where will you like to be caressed?  Where will you
most enjoy my nibbling lips?  Where will you be delighted by the merest
touch of my breath on your skin?  Where?  For you are new to me...

In the forever-long moments of our kiss, I bid myself to forget.  Forget
those who have been touched by these slender fingers before.  Forget the
maps made in my mind of where their most sensitive sweet spots were.
Forget the sensation of another's touch.  Forget the knowledge of
lovemaking that is my gift to give.  Forget all except this moment, this
emotion, this sensation, and you.  Now I am new, too.

I open my eyes as the kiss ends, giving you a look that promises more,
and the eyes that touch yours now are different.  They're the eyes of a
man who has regained his virginity for this night, for this encounter,
for you.  I blush in shyness as your look changes to puzzlement and then
intrigue.  I look up at you again, giving voice to my feelings, "I have
become a virgin again for you tonight.  But not just for tonight.  For
tonight will hopefully be just the beginning of many, but only as your
desire permits.  When you ask for my body, you gain the rights to so
much more.  The right to expect me to be renewed for you.  The right to
request anything of me without judgement and without rejection.  The
rights to secrecy and discretion.  The right to be the sole posessor of
my body and sexual self so long as you still desire me.  Those are the
rights I give to you, those and many more, and may you never have to
demand them of me."

Your breath passes your lips again, you find that you had held it while
I was speaking.  My words had been of devotion and submission, but my
eyes had spoken of fire and wisdom and strength.  You find your desire
growing again, you feel oddly touched by my words, and you start to
think that perhaps getting to know the sensual side of me was a good
idea after all...

Seeing you overwhelmed flatters me and I feel myself blushing again and
I want you more than ever now.  Your reactions are more important to me
than the way you look, the way you sound, the words you choose for me.
Eagerness and pleasure are also responses from you that allow me to
enjoy the entire experience.  Our minds seem to be in the right place
now, so perhaps it is time for the unveiling...?

I take you in my arms and kiss you, loving the way you feel wrapped up
in my embrace.  You kick your shoes off in the direction of where mine
are placed.  My lips grin against your mouth, breaking the seal of our
kiss.  I move forward as my hands slip down your arms and whisper into
your ear, "Baby, your shirt.  Please?"

I move back several inches again to watch, so much of the voyeur in me
yet.  You feel a twinge of self-consciousness and smile at me as your
hands move to remove your top.  My eyes get wider as more flesh comes
into view and I silently applaud you.  You pause for a moment as your
inhibitons melt and then become playful with the unveiling.  My smile
widens further and you see appreciation in my eyes as I admire your
showmanship.  A few small movements later and a little bit of teasing
and your shirt flutters down to the floor.  My move it seems.

My voyeur tucked away, I haul out the exhibitionist to try to thrill you
visually.  I back away a little more and begin to unbutton the special
shirt I've worn for you tonight.  Slim fingers plucking at the buttons
one by one, peeling the shirt back for you in a brief flash before
continuing to the next button.  I can't guage your response, but I hope
you're enjoying this.  I pump my shoulders up and down sensuously.  Left
shoulder, right shoulder, left again, right again...mesmerising in the
slow rhythm of my body movements as I aim to please you with my show.
My own shirt joins yours, and it looks like they're having fun atop one
another, is that giving you any ideas, Sweetheart?  I grin and snicker
a little as this last thought comes to me.

You come in for another hugging-kiss and this time you are tickled by my
lightly-haired chest.  You rub against me and I am reminded of your bra
as it slides across my nipples.  In fact the whole time I am kissing
you, I am picturing you wearing that bra and how good you look overall.
My mind tries to create pictures of your nakedness even before we reach
that stage together, but my imagination won't be nearly as satisfying as
the reality.  From what I can tell of you, you have been hiding a very
good looking body under your clothes for years without anyone suspecting
your true beauty.  And here you are tonight, with me, and I know that
you are beautiful, I know that with the depth of this amazingly sensual
side of yourself you could afford to be so much more confident, and I
know that I am honored to be with you.  And this secret-self of yours
that you show me tonight is appreciated and will be my secret now, too.

"Your skirt, Precious.  Would you do that for me?"

You stroke your hands firmly across my chest and down my arms as you
pull back further than before, a wild look in your yearning eyes and a
mischievious grin upon kissable lips.  You make a show of sliding your
hands across your own waist as you reach to remove your skirt.  Your
hips sway to a tune you alone can hear, but one I'm quickly picking up
on just watching you and being with you.  You tug at the fabric,
teasing me just a little, eyes flashing down to your own hands as you
rediscover and appreciation of your own curves, then your eyes come
back enrapture me again.  You are so very captivating, my lovely one,
how could anyone not know you're as fantastic as this, hmm?  My eyes
beg more of you, and my mouth coos softly and sighs as more of you
comes into view with each passing beat of my heart.  All too soon your
skirt joins the pile on the floor.  Hmmmm, I'll see your skirt.  Raise.
And Call.  Now let's see what you were holding...

I send a smouldering look your way as I lick my lips and move my hands
up and down slowly, grasping firmly as I do, over my chest and down my
hips.  I take the top button of my black denims and undo it with a small
popping sound.  As I open the flap you see a Levi's 501 with a
button-fly rather than a zipper.  Oh yeah, and now the teasing starts...

I hum softly, a little song to go with the show, and then I start my
hips moving in slow figure-eights.  Button two.  The humming louder, the
movements wilder.  Button three.  Now my pelvis makes light humping
motions as I continue to hum.  Button four.  The sound becomes a song in
my throat and with great flourish I pop the final button.  Are you still
watching me?  I open the flaps wide to either side and you glimpse black
silk beneath.  I couldn't decide on the boxers, the bikini cut, or the
sport jockeys for you tonight.  In moments black silk boxers come into
view though, answering your curious thoughts.  I deliberately bend over
for you as I lower my jeans down each leg and make a slow spin as I come
back up.  I smile and now blush again as I don't know if you've enjoyed
my little display for you.

As I look at you now I can see you breathing deeply, cheeks flushed a
little bit, eyes speaking of a deeply hungry passion.  I drop my black
demins to the pile as I take you in my arms and kiss you once more
lustily.  You can feel my silk-wrapped bulge throb against your navel
as we kiss.  Likewise, I can feel twin hard points through the fabric
of your bra against my chest.  I kiss you longer.  I drink you in.  I
delight in all that you are and can be and will be.  Tonight you are
mine just as I am yours, and only in the light of morning will I ask
you to decide if you still want me...

"Let's have it all now, Baby.  Bra, panties, boxers, on the same pile,
at the same time."

You smile at me again and nod your assent.  We each step back and gaze
at the other as our hands weave across our own bodies in sexy
movements.  Your bra unclasps, my pulse pounds.  My boxers slide down
slowly, your heart races.  Your bra falls to the pile, I gasp.  My
boxers join them and you're silently thankful for what you're about to
receive.  You bend at the waist to hook your fingers under the top of
your soft panties and I'm treated to a delightful display as I "ooh and
ahh" at the sight of your breasts hanging down, longing to be touched
and caressed and licked and nibbled upon and....  I regain my
composure as your gaze is drawn down to my hardness that is now bobbing
and throbbing with my excitement.  Strange, is it not, that we haven't
touched very much yet and still we excite each other so, hmm?  Mmmmm,
you are truly fantastic, and I am savouring all of you.  Panties join
our pile and my eyes are wide with lust as I am treated to a full view
of your nudity.  Oooh...I like!  I like!

I move to you once more and we kiss deeper than before, our breath
coming in gasps as we passionately embrace.  Your hand slips in between
us to caress my rod and the tracing of your fingers drives me wild.  My
own fingers trace the swells of your breasts at their sides as we
continue kissing.  The feel of your hot nakedness pressed against my
entire body is stoking the fires within.  I want you.  I need you.
Please?  Please tell me what I must do to have you, if but for this one
magical night...

I back you up slowly to the edge of the bed until the backs of your
knees touch it.  Then I break from our kiss to say, "Darling, please...
Down.  Please?"

You blush and lick your lips before realizing from my hand motions that
I want you to sit down on the bed as opposed giving me oral pleasure by
request.  I blush, too, as I realize the alternative implications of my
last request.  However, a part of me silently wonders what you would
have done, had I not indicated with my hands that I wanted you to sit
down...  You should know that I never ask nor demand much less expect
oral sex from you so, with a touch of embarrassment, I move to the side
as you sit down so that you're not presented with an up close and
personal view of my throbbing erection the moment you're seated.  You
smile at me, puzzled as to what I have in mind.  I quickly ease your
bewilderment.

I fall in behind you, moving so that my thighs come around to either
side of your delightful buns.  And from my sitting position behind you,
I kiss the back of your neck and begin to massage you lightly.  Yes, I
know that you are already so hot, but I just wanted to take some time
to explore your body, to get to know you with my hands.  To close my
eyes for a moment to not use my eyes as my fingers map your body for a
clear mental image of you.  Where will I find the softest smoothness?
Where will your flesh feel like buttery suede?  Where will my fingers be
delighted as they encounter tiny bumps and ridges?  The textures of your
body are as diverse as your interests.  Please let me explore you...

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