Love and Lust, Passion's Invocation

Naked Beauty 2

Naked Beauty

Part 2

 

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Part 1:  Naked Beauty 
  
 

Gizelle looked Jermaine straight in the eye, feeling as though she could read his emotions and really tried to. Jermaine tried to speak but could not form words.

  

She was looking into his eyes and straight down into his soul. He felt as though she was seeing every one of his most intimate secrets while he was drinking in her beautiful face and loving nature. He was overcome with the intoxication of it, and realized that her incredible beauty was so much more than skin deep.

  

That thought registered and hit him like a sack of hammers to the head. He tried to look away, but Gizelle cupped his face in her hands and drew him in to hold him tightly.

  

With both of them on their knees, holding onto each other, Jermaine could see that she was at least five or ten years younger than he was, yet she didn’t feel young to him.

  

She is frighteningly wise beyond her years, he mused. Most women her age are terribly silly and self-absorbed, he recalled, but there is something about this woman, something deep and profound that I must know and understand.

  

He struggled for the right words, though the language barrier was hard enough, but with her naked warmth pressed to him desire was driving him to distraction and he could neither think nor focus, so he held onto her like she was his last vestige of hope.

  

This is not a choice, he realized, It’s a calling. Suddenly he thought of Vera and swallowed hard not knowing if, or how he was going to explain what had transpired here. He held Gizelle more tightly and offered up a silent prayer.

  

Gizelle felt his discomfort, but she would not let him go until she felt his anguish ease. She had never seen such desolation in a man before, though it brought hard memories to the fore. She pushed them back into the past. There would be far too much time to deal with memories later.

  

She ran soft fingers up and down his back and then locked him into her embrace again, meaning to offer Jermaine succor, though she was not entirely sure why his suffering had stricken her so profoundly. She only knew that this was right, that it felt very right in ways she had not intended, though he did not push her away.

  

Finally, a soft sigh escaped him and again she placed her hands at his cheeks, as her deep-set eyes searched his own. He appeared relieved and happier now. She read contentment on his face and gave him a grateful smile.

  

Gizelle kissed his cheek, got to her feet, scooped up her blanket, and tossed a farewell over her shoulder, “Adiós mi amigo Tal vez te vea de nuevo algún día. Goodbye, my friend. Perhaps I will see you again someday.”

  

Jermaine hesitated to move, still feeling the warmth of her naked, silken curves pressed to him. His skin tingled with expectant anticipation yet he hadn’t made a move. He hadn’t dared.

  

Shaking his head, he sorted his racing thoughts. It’s too new, too deep, real and special, and I was frightened she would scamper away — as she just did! He scrambled to get to his feet but stopped, still kneeling.

  

Jermaine smiled softly and sifted through the sand to find her ring beneath his knee. He made a mental note of a small diamond set in yellow gold and then studied the direction in which she had departed.

  

Gizelle had just rounded a corner and he lost sight of her. She must have managed a quick change in a dark corner, he noted.

  

He stood with renewed purpose and pocketed the ring. Darkness fell with a light mist hanging in the air, which did not not deter him. He started after her, following at a safe distance.

  

Keeping to the safety of shadows, he felt like a stalker, but secure in the knowledge that if she exited his life again, he would know where to find her. I will never lose her again, he strengthened his resolve.

  

Gizelle ducked into a small cafe, obviously familiar with the place. He watched her conversing with a waiter who lead her to an outdoor table.

  

Jermaine paused, fondling the ring and watching her smile, searching for anything which would denote that the waiter was more than a friend. He studied her features and wondered who had given it to her.

  

It could be an engagement ring or possibly a promise ring, he decided, feeling the first stirrings of unfamiliar jealousy, but then realized that he hadn’t thought of Vera for longer than a fleeting moment. Jealousy vacated in lieu of reality as he was newly filled with volition and compelled to continue.

  

Gizelle reappeared and continued to a modest house not far from the cafe. He wondered how she afforded it and whether she was living with the man who gave her the ring. He scribbled the address on a receipt from his wallet.

  

Jermaine pushed it back into his jeans and turned to go, whispering a wish torn straight from his soul, “We will see each other again and ‘someday’ cannot arrive soon enough for me.”

  

He continued on his stroll back to the hotel and caught himself smiling and feeling happier than he had been in a very long time.

  

He lay awake late into the night, turning her ring over between his fingers, thinking of what a delicate flower she seemed, yet how much strength and sensitivity it had taken to recognize pain in a stranger’s eyes and drop her own immediacy to hold and comfort him.

  

You are beautiful inside and out and I already long to possess you, he thought, as he tucked the jewelry into his pocket and fell into fitful sleep only a few hours before sunrise.

  
  

 

Naked Beauty, Part 3

  
  

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Hungry

Hungry

 

 

I am agitated, pacing the floor with my skin prickling. I’m thinking of you and I am hungry for you, and constantly remembering; the night I lay in your bed, curled into your back to spoon you, allowing my hands free access to roam.

 

The memories come to me, though I rarely ask for them; the day I tried to swallow your shaft, gripping your sweet, spankable ass cheeks, the perfection of trailing my lips up your hard thighs and caressing you with my tongue, nuzzling and breathing you in. The memories comfort and assault making me hate when we’re apart even more than is usual.

 


My thoughts are too inflamed and tumultuous. I cannot handle this heated torment another second, so I get up to make coffee, mumbling, “Need caffeine by the truckload,” and then pace the kitchen floor, waiting for it to brew.

 

I am walking for lack of any other release. My fingers long to touch and wrap around your long, thick manhood, trying to memorize you indelibly, from my fingertips to my wanting, greedy palms. I can still feel the handfuls that made me spread my fingers just to cup your full, firm balls.




 

Finally I shake my head clear and check the coffee pot. Why is everything taking too long? Everything in my life is hurry up and wait!

 

My home is too small to contain my anxious person and defiant thoughts. The last cock shot was the last straw. I need you right here right now! I bolt angrily from the house to go walk it off.

 

Heading out onto the beach, the moon is punctuated by high clouds drifting across the night sky. I break into a sprint and cover a quarter mile before I am winded. 


Stopping to catch my breath, I bend spontaneously and my hands land on my knees. The feel of your steely shaft returns to me. Your iron cock is burning hot, hard, and ready, as though forged in fire. 


“Stop it! Don’t think,” I scream my impotent aggravation into the salt-sea air, “Walk it off! Go!”

 

I begin again as midnight waves pound the shore with an oddly satisfying Rush, whoosh, and smack.

 For a moment, I am mesmerized, and I pause to watch the sea claim the sand dragging it back to the ocean. Claiming its own love no doubt.

 

Again I shake the thoughts from my mind and focus on running. 


Another mile passes before I drop to the sand exhausted. For a long moment, I realize I have been trying to outrun my own thoughts, but your words return to me as though you are whispering them to me right now. “You’re mine.” Rush, whoosh, smack.



 

I close my eyes letting your voice blend with the waves and the sounds I’ve grown to love. Your mine. Rush, whoosh, smack, and I spread my fingers to feel the forceful ocean reclaiming its own. 


Water and sand trickle through my fingers, lulling me into sleep with its perfect cadence. Rush, whoosh and smack. You’re mine. You’re mine. Rush, whoosh, smack. Mine. Only mine.

 

The call of a night bird wakes me and you are instantly in mind. I open my eyes to take stock of my surroundings.

 

The moon is behind thick clouds now, the beach is still deserted, and daylight is nowhere near. Rush, whoosh and smack. I need you so badly it hurts and I don’t relish the walk back feeling like this.

 


Instead, I turn to lay on my back and ease my zipper down, listening hard for anything nearby. Then I push my jeans off and bend at the knees, enjoying the feel of a summer breeze caressing my nether regions. Rush, whoosh and smack.

 

Conjuring your naked body in mind, I close my eyes and slide my fingertips down my abdomen in between my legs. You’re mine. Rush, whoosh, smack.


 Your voice commands me; a distant whisper that is ever present in me. Just hearing you sends my thighs up in flames as I stroke my hot needy clitoris. Rush, whoosh and smack.

 

With you, I am brazen under cover of darkness. I long to feel your weight on top of me and the picture of us is instant, too easily returning to me as I try to ease my own wanton desires. Rush, whoosh, smack.



 

The first touch is an electric spark and I imagine your strong, masterful hands stroking me with one finger and plunging the other into my aching wetness.


 I’m on fire for you and I need your completion. I am twisting and writhing as you tear off your swim trunks and drive your sword straight into my molten center. Rush, whoosh, smack.



 

A cry escapes me, blending into the night sounds. Rush, whoosh, smack.

 You’re mine now. You were made to be mine, and you slam your iron need into me harder, making me whimper but not ending this sweet torture. Rush, whoosh, smack.




 

“Say it and I’ll give you release,” you taunt, pulling your hard length back so I am barely clinging to the tip of your cock. Rush, whoosh, smack.



 

For a moment, I am defiant but I imagine your stare. You hold my gaze with your own, waiting for my surrender. Rush, whoosh, smack.

 

In another moment, I collapse in fiery, urgent need as you drive your iron cock into me harder than you ever have, and in the moment before you steal my breath, I whisper, I’m yours. Brand me your own.”

 


Finally, you slam into me harder and faster until orgasm claims us, sending both of us tumbling into ecstasy, and my cunt is throbbing hard around your staff, jumping and throbbing in my wet sheath and spilling your seed into me. Rush, whoosh, smack.



 

When I am satiated and no longer trembling I open my eyes again, knowing that I am safe in the night, restored in loving you and in sharing ultimate release, exchanging energy that lends me strength.

 

Finally, I am strong enough to wash and frolic in the waves, to face the long walk back, and to endure the time and space between us, ever hungry.

 


Rush, whoosh, smack.

 

 

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Passion's Invocation

Soft Summer Rain

Soft Summer Rain

Soft Summer Rain

There is a soft rain falling tonight and all I can think about is what I would love to do to you, with you, if you were here with me.

 

I would start the evening by bringing you several Wild Turkey shots, not enough to get you drunk, just blissfully relaxed. Then I would pull you up, full length against me, to kiss your lips softly until your hands were in my hair showing me how you want it.

 

I would take both your hands in mine and pull you out onto the steps and into the rain. Gently, I would push you down to kneel before you. I would massage and kiss the back of your neck sensuously, taking the time to inhale you with all of my senses.

 

Slowly, I would kiss your neck and shoulders, from back to front, listening to your breathing so I would know everywhere and every way that you like to be kissed.

 

Once I had taken in the feel and scent of you, I would pull the shirt from your hard chest, suckle your tiny nipples, and kiss you down the length of your abdomen. Lightly, I would run my nails up and down your crotch and zipper until I must strip them from you. I would tear the buttons to your jeans open with my teeth.

 

I would move to brush your lips with mine and then briefly pull you up to strip your boxers off. Then I would move away slightly, to admire your muscled physique in the moonlight, wanting to memorize every inch of you. I have always believed that a woman should know her man intimately, with her whole being, sparing not one tiny detail about him.

 

After drinking you in with my eyes for a long moment, I would drop to my knees to kiss and nip the insides of your firm your thighs; starting on one side and working my way up, meaning to mark you, but just a little bit. I would take my time, lightly bruising the tender flesh there, which would elicit soft, expectant groans from you.

 

Then I would pause, just a fraction of an inch from the apex of your desire to breathe heavily against your hard, thick cock, and let you hope for more. I would smile devilishly in the darkness, knowing that I have only just begun; that I intend to torture you for as long we both can stand it.

 

You would pull my long hair down across your strong thighs to wrap it around your hardness, in that gentle, provocative way you have about you, titillating your cock and balls as I take you between my lips and nothing more, just holding you there with my lips wrapped tightly around you.

 

As I would breathe hotly against your pulsing need, I know you would be torn between the need to fuck my mouth hard, and the desire to obey my unspoken command. Finally, you would opt to be still and wait for me to make the next move. Making love is, at times, a power struggle between us that we both delight in. I would make no sudden movements, just slow, deliberate actions that would lead you to the impossible heights of your longing need and darkest desires.

 

I would feel, squeeze, and knead your full, firm balls with my fingers and palms, massaging all of your most sensitive places, until I am compelled to taste you. I’d run the tip of my hot, moist tongue up and down the entire length of you, making you wait, forcing you to slow to my pace.

 

Then I’d claim the long, thick girth of you with my whole mouth, pushing you down my clutching throat as deeply as far as I can take you, and always pulling back to the very tip of your throbbing cock; so ready, so strong against my tongue and filling my mouth. However, I would be in no hurry this night.

 

I would continue my pace for hours, for tonight, forever, sucking you more deeply into me, in an agonizingly slow rhythm, tightly forcing my ravenous lips down over your steel-hard shaft to pull back even more slowly, over and again, until you could barely stand to wait. I would pleasure you just that way, repeatedly, until you would be moaning my name, with your guttural groans filling the night sky and still I would show you no mercy.

 

I would be pushing and pulling my lips up and down the steel-hard strength of you, always to pull back with unbearable suction, and then force my tight lips down over you, all the way down, until you are balls deep in my mouth. I would set a pace that would drive you mad, fill you with lust, and make you beg for release.

 

Just when you were sure that you could stand no more, I would release you from the sweet prison of my mouth to stroke you, softly at first, with my hands, fingers, and palms. Lightly, I would trail my fingertips up and down the thick, hard length of you, even as a fiery, torturous, ache begins between my own thighs.

 

Finally, I would trap you with my lips, sucking both of your exquisitely tight balls into my hungry mouth, suckling them with my tongue wrapped around you. I would be lost in the rapture that we create and share, together, while you groan, squirm, and buck.

 

We would be so lost in each other, in the beauty of us that is our all-consuming love, lust, and passion, so deeply that we would not care who might spy us from the nearby street and homes. I would only care that I mean to have my way with you for the entire night.

 

I would envelope you wholly, to please and tease, pleasure and titillate, torture and tantalize you, starting and stopping over and again, to take you to the ultimate edge of orgasm and force you wait. My only desire this night, would be to please you more profoundly than ever before, and to make you cum harder and longer than you ever knew you could.

 

When you do hear voices close by, you would gently try to squirm away, to voice your objections still trying to make yourself heard, but your halfhearted complaints would be ignored. I would cover your mouth with my own, kissing you deeply, intensely and passionately, to make you forget yourself.

 

Soon, the voices would fade as others take shelter from the rain, so I would return my lips to your delicious, straining  erection that seems made for me. I would begin sucking you up and down the sides of your luscious cock, kissing and laving your balls in frenzied white-hot need. Again, I would mouth fuck you fiercely, knowing that I would be frenzied with want of you.

 

Eventually, both of us would be gripped by the wild abandon of our animistic desires and I would show you untamed  abandon and all of the emotions I feel, but cannot voice.

 

Finally, I would lavish suckling kisses there as you close your eyes and growl softly into the night sky. The scents and sounds of your exquisite pleasure would urge me on, so I would lower myself to kiss you between your legs, and down over your thighs while I stroke your hardening cock. I would alternate between hard and fast to soft, sensual slowness, doing anything to keep you off balance so that you could not guess my next move.

 

I would leave small hickeys on your thighs and capture your balls in my mouth to suck them hard as I stroked your throbbing member until I feel your pre-cum begin. Then I would move to lick, taste and kiss the head of your hard, aching desire, sucking you into my mouth deeper and listening to your breathing. I love that your moans and growls always tell me what I need to know.

 

When your breathing becomes fast and shallow, I would tip my head back and swallow your iron need all the way down my throat, moving my head to push and pull you into and out of my throat as it clutches around you.

 

You would hold my head in your hands and slam your balls against my lips while I stroke you with my tongue and wrap it around your turgid length, forcing you to push and pull your hardness through my moist, velvet tongue.

 

As I could feel how close you are getting, I would suck you even harder until you finally explode, with your steel-hard length deep inside of me. Your throbbing girth against the walls of my throat would shove me over the precipice and my soaking wet pussy would contract violently around your desperate need.

 

Then I would suckle you softly, ever so lightly, until you were entirely satiated and completely spent. I would not move to release you from my warm, moist mouth until you were completely and utterly satisfied.

 

At last, I would pull you up to crush you to me and kiss you lovingly, letting the rain soak both of us, and I know I would already be thinking of how much fun we would have drying each other off.

 

 

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Passion's Invocation

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