I imagine the power of sexual energy attracts them. They are varied and persistent and will not be ignored. They cloud my mind with thoughts I blush to share, but the rolling breaths of arousal push me forward and I find myself licking my already parted lips and whispering them into my lover’s ear.
I watch his eyes darken and his breathing change. The energy in his body changes once again… I hear another whisper and before it has ceased its erotic attack the same words are leaving my own lips. My lover’s breath catches and then he smiles sweetly and looks me directly in the eyes: “Damned if you don’t have one filthy mind, girl! Now get on your knees…” I laugh as I move for him.
And this is how it started.
2 thoughts on “How These Things Begin”
Very nice. You capture a point in time just right. The “rolling breaths of arousal push me forward” works on multiple levels. Just like good lust.
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Thank you very much Mr. Gentry! Your support of my tiny, erratic, erotic blog means more than you know.
And am rather fond of how that phrase slipped out as well. (Some things write themselves.)