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Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2006 07:52:49 +0000
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Brownstones and Balconies
A spring evening, warm wind languishing down the streets, tossing the leaves
from a long winter into a doorway. We stroll along among the many people out
enjoying the night. Turning in at the brownstone, we pull up short in the
doorway for a quick kiss. Mmmmmmm, I started to pull away but your hand came up
and slid behind my head, tugging, bringing me back down. We chuckled and our
teeth clicked. I slid past your lips, past your soft cheek and on to your ear.
What delicacies are your ears, tender whorls inviting me deeper into a trance.
The words come easily to my lips. I tell you in a whispered urgent tone of my
love. My hands on your ribs feel your breath rising and falling, catching with
the words. How I do want you, in an urgent way in the doorway of this apartment
building, people walking by close, talking. I come back to the reality of your
palm against my chest, my thumbs against your nipples, my fingertips resting
lightly on your sensitive ribs, breath heaving. We sigh and part, the spell
broken for now.
Running up the stairs, laughing, ringing the bell, and being swept into a party
already in progress. The noise, the heat, the heavy aromas of so many bodies, so
much perfume, and smoke and other more animal odors of people in heat. Like a
wash it hits me and I struggle with the power of it. Nasty comes my mood, with a
feeling in my teeth of wanting to bite. I go into the living room.
It's great to see all the people again. It's been a while since we got together
and the conversation flows fast, the jokes and the taunts and the barbs, blood
pressure raised quickly and just as quickly dropped.
The hours pass in human time until midnight chimes. I raise my head to scent
you.... in the kitchen, out of all the odors, I follow yours.
Pushing past the press of people in the hall. The feel of bodies pressing close
for that tantalizing instant, a hand on the shoulder takes on such power, the
gentle slide of fingers on lightly covered flesh. A hand strokes me as I go
past, I flatten myself against the silk covered torso, up against the wall. My
hunger flares as I bear down on the hips, pulling them to me, the sudden intake
of breath at the feel of my swelling desire. I break the clinch and swipe the
back of my hand over the lips and teeth that are bared in front of me. A hand
truculently grips my balls and I rotate my hips in longing. Moving on into the
kitchen, I cast my thoughts ahead to excite you.
Sure enough you hear me come through the door, though I make no sound audible to
the human ear, and certainly none distinguishable in this din. I can see the
shake of your head, then your shoulders sway. The movement travels down that
delightful spine, the muscles of your back that have arched so often above me
and beneath me. Your hips start to sway just as I come up close and press
against you. You push back, distracted, missing a cue in your conversation.
Embarrassed, you half turn and playfully slap at my hands which have circled
your waist. Trying to draw me into the conversation, unsuccessful, you turn and
see the half smile about my lips and the come-on look in my eyes. Come on, come
on, come on, come onto my stiff cock you delicious lover. Come with great
gasping breaths while you lock me in with your desire. Desire sparks desire,
mine and yours. You bite your lip. I lean forward as if to whisper in your ear,
but all I do is groan, and turn away. Torn by the need to seduce the delicious
green eyed beauty you were talking to, and the need to, to, to, Ohhhh Damn!
Just the need to be with a lover who has laboured long and hard to show you
some ecstasy.
I'm already passing back through the horde, smiling, grinning, lips touching,
good night! Goodnight! See yas later, eh?
I mentally tug on the cord tied to your crotch. The others knotted about your
nipples. Through the mass of flesh I feel you move to follow, leaving, the green
eyes follow you hungrily.
I grab my long coat and go out on the balcony for a breath of air, the party
just inches away behind the sheer curtains. The sound fades as I draw a deep
clear breath. I lean over the railing to see the people on the street just a few
feet below. A swish of the curtains, a temporary blocking of the sound as you
come through the door and put your arms around my waist, leaning your cheek on
my back, moulding yourself against my buttocks. I don't move, frozen, waiting to
see what will happen. Your hands have such a life of their own, strong and soft,
slipping inside my coat, inside my shirt, tweaking me, stroking, sliding inside
the cotton. They slide to the sides of my hips and grip me lightly almost
carelessly, then snake sensuously inside the pockets of my slacks.
Uuuuunh! What a grip, tender, strong, light. I would go far for a grip
like that ...
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