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How Bright She Burns *a different eroticism?*
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How Bright She Burns *a different eroticism?* How Bright She BurnsIn the corners of your perception wonder as to the reception of divulging all of who you are and been the bright innocent soul and the deep dark obscene tell of fantasies which in mind flash before the inevitable reality crash perhaps that person on the train if a kiss were offered what lost or gain a stranger become a friendly heart so simple just say hello and start yet you are who you have always been and such a step to far for this human being instead you sit and with glances surreptitious considers how delightful the other is and how delicious to place your lips on warmth of that shoulder kiss and lick and nip until the other smoulder see the expression change from blank to curiosity at your sudden bout of unusual impetuosity do you then exchange some mundane words when in fact you are just examining beguiling curves if your tongue should lick over nipple would it rise taut and all thoughts of conversation cripple how does this face look at peak of pleasure given opportunity would watch at your leisure a tongue wanders across a dry set of lips as you watch the juncture where paradise sits perhaps you could sit alongside each other feel and caress one thigh and then stroke another give a clue to how much moves beneath in thought is there passion explicit in this vision caught would it be missionary or some other style what is your favourite position you ask with a smile suddenly return to the rocking train beneath your feet and realise she is offering you her seat Do you prefer to stand or sit? she enquires can she see how in her presence you perspire the tightness in your trousers an indication in staring at her lips you are considering more than diction you look unwell and hot and flushed; she states perhaps a seat some relief creates and so suitably chastened you take the seat and realise it is still warm from her heat now she is standing there before you holding onto a strap with lean arms two gives a glimpse of a breast in bra of red again come thoughts of how she might be in bed there is more you know to this fellow traveller yet for now you lust to simply disrobe and unravel her take that succulent plump breast in your mouth with glee hear her moan and sigh and call out shouted yippee and in your musings at her waistline realise you have not counted stations or noted time and not noticed she has also been looking down and her expression is of an interested seductive frown as she moves her stance and arms to show a deeper glimpse of bra held in place by small red bow shifts her legs so her foot sits against your own grinding gently to a secret rhythm only by her known by the possessor of those feet you would devour for each toe a minute and a leg an hour upon your tongue wish taste of juices zest until she is sated would allow her no rest share all focus which time allows to learn all of her of her whats and hows sit her upon your lap facing in a chair as from her throat with kisses move her hair both of you in passion completely caught one rises and one falls no time to talk growing breathless to the urgings of the other missing your station no longer seems a bother with a casual gesture she lifts her summer dress now know the underpants match the bra no need to guess so discretely she does it so only you can see a voyeuristic moment of erotic devilry emboldened you slip a hand forward between her thighs and she smiles down as stations ignored go by your fingers nimble stroke along soft hot skin and feel her surge if she fills with inner wind her eyes close ever so slowly and ever so briefly this exploring publicly done ever so discretely fingertips feel grow<b> damp </font></b>from wetness rising as catch the dew of her lust surprising who would have thought to find you here upon a train you were always near shift your fingers in gentle repositioning then remove and see fingertips are glistening place them under your own chin and breath in the deep exotic scent of a lover's skin surreptitiously sweep tips across your lips and sweet tang of nectar into your mouth slips from a thousand miles away a voice states my stop, like to see my place? struggling to stand due to arousal raw you just manage to make it out of the door and waiting on the platform for a minute or two till station clears and is she and you lean in and share a kiss which confirms this lover loves and how bright she burns. Please feel free to leave a comment, of how you found this blog, and if you had any thoughts on the writing here. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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