alixandrya
TMF Novice
- Joined
- Jul 2, 2006
- Messages
- 68
- Points
- 0
This is/was intended for a bigger project but this is what I'm choosing to reveal for now. Enjoy!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I toy with the idea of releasing her. Of kissing her lips, unbinding her wrists, and explaining my game.
*
It’s not what you think.
*
Yet one glance at her bare sole flickers a feeling inside me.
Ignites a vision. Sparks chaos.
*
The way a painter views a canvas, or a sculptor his clay. Its my destiny.
*
Are you just going to sit on me, or…
*
That mouth of hers.
*
One swipe of my fingernail silences her. It’s so peculiar how the soles of her feet are my greatest weapon. Her kryptonite. My strength and her weakness.
*
You realize, my love, that it’s taking a lot of discipline not to paint the town red on those bare feet of yours. Just three simultaneous seconds and I could have your other heel off, hitting the floor, ankle trapped, and fingernails flying.
*
The most I’ve said to her in the last hour. Powerful spoken word.
*
Please. No.
*
I lean down towards her, my stomach pressing hot against her back. My mouth lands at her right ear, and her shiver reverberates through us both.
*
I’m not going to torture you.
*
Every word is pronounces with calculated precision. She needs to hear every word.
*
Another shudder and I feel it in my tummy.
*
Baby. Just let me go. I’m not having fun.
*
The goose bumps that freckle down her arms proves otherwise. The slow twist of her hips against the sheets.
*
We both know that’s not true.
*
I bite the top of her ear softly, down around the side, nibble at the lobe. *Give her a reason to stay. A reason to behave.
*
I place kisses carefully, behind her ear, curving down her neck. Her exhale echoes around me as her guard falls to the ground with a quiet thud.
*
It takes resolve, willpower, and discipline not to turn her over, find her core, and release her, breathless and tangled in the sheets. But this is my game, not hers.
*
Its time for the other shoe to fall.
*
I give her one last kiss on that perfect cheek, and brace myself to sit up.
*
NONONONONONO. PLEASE NO.
*
Calm down, baby. I’ll finish what I started.
*
And she knows I will. And I could right now. But I won’t. Not until I’m finished. *
*
I don’t have to look behind me to know she’s protecting her heeled foot with her bare one. As if putting her hands up will stop a moving train.
*
I can’t help but stare.
*
A vulnerable foot fighting to shield the guarded foot, toes curling and flexing over the black sheen of my favorite shoes on her. It’s divine.
*
Her shrieking laughter shakes me from my daze. It hits the four walls of the bedroom and crashes back onto us both like a tidal wave.
*
It takes me a few seconds before I realize that I’m drawing on her bare foot. Making her scream and hiccup. I found her toes by accident. I think.
*
*
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I toy with the idea of releasing her. Of kissing her lips, unbinding her wrists, and explaining my game.
*
It’s not what you think.
*
Yet one glance at her bare sole flickers a feeling inside me.
Ignites a vision. Sparks chaos.
*
The way a painter views a canvas, or a sculptor his clay. Its my destiny.
*
Are you just going to sit on me, or…
*
That mouth of hers.
*
One swipe of my fingernail silences her. It’s so peculiar how the soles of her feet are my greatest weapon. Her kryptonite. My strength and her weakness.
*
You realize, my love, that it’s taking a lot of discipline not to paint the town red on those bare feet of yours. Just three simultaneous seconds and I could have your other heel off, hitting the floor, ankle trapped, and fingernails flying.
*
The most I’ve said to her in the last hour. Powerful spoken word.
*
Please. No.
*
I lean down towards her, my stomach pressing hot against her back. My mouth lands at her right ear, and her shiver reverberates through us both.
*
I’m not going to torture you.
*
Every word is pronounces with calculated precision. She needs to hear every word.
*
Another shudder and I feel it in my tummy.
*
Baby. Just let me go. I’m not having fun.
*
The goose bumps that freckle down her arms proves otherwise. The slow twist of her hips against the sheets.
*
We both know that’s not true.
*
I bite the top of her ear softly, down around the side, nibble at the lobe. *Give her a reason to stay. A reason to behave.
*
I place kisses carefully, behind her ear, curving down her neck. Her exhale echoes around me as her guard falls to the ground with a quiet thud.
*
It takes resolve, willpower, and discipline not to turn her over, find her core, and release her, breathless and tangled in the sheets. But this is my game, not hers.
*
Its time for the other shoe to fall.
*
I give her one last kiss on that perfect cheek, and brace myself to sit up.
*
NONONONONONO. PLEASE NO.
*
Calm down, baby. I’ll finish what I started.
*
And she knows I will. And I could right now. But I won’t. Not until I’m finished. *
*
I don’t have to look behind me to know she’s protecting her heeled foot with her bare one. As if putting her hands up will stop a moving train.
*
I can’t help but stare.
*
A vulnerable foot fighting to shield the guarded foot, toes curling and flexing over the black sheen of my favorite shoes on her. It’s divine.
*
Her shrieking laughter shakes me from my daze. It hits the four walls of the bedroom and crashes back onto us both like a tidal wave.
*
It takes me a few seconds before I realize that I’m drawing on her bare foot. Making her scream and hiccup. I found her toes by accident. I think.
*
*
