Erotic Connection – Love, Sex & Poetry

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Erotic Connection – Love, Sex & Poetry
By: Linda A. Long

She opened the door. He saw her standing there. She was wearing red lace. Her red lace bra accentuated her large full breasts and the red lace panties begged him to touch her. As he walked through the door he knew this was the moment he waited for so long. This was the moment he finally would feel her body next to his. He could finally let go of the desire he restrained. He could finally breathe her smell in and give into the intoxication he felt when he was near her.

He imagined this moment many times before. He lived this moment in his mind over and over again for months. But as he stood there with his hands resting on her hips he knew this moment would be even better than what he imagined. This moment would set him free. He would be free from everything that held him back. He would be free from worry. He would be free from fear. He would be free from pressure. In this moment he would be completely free, completely free with her. In this moment he would escape into the soft warm comforting center of her arms. He would rest easy between the legs that beg to wrap around him. He would finally be free with her.

After looking over every inch of her body his beautiful eyes met hers and lingered. Words were said between them without being said out loud. Emotions were revealed without any proclamation. Both felt the intensity of the moment they both waited for so patiently. Slowly he leaned in and kissed her with eyes opened. He wanted to see her face as he kissed her. He wanted to be close to her for so long he was savoring each second of this encounter so he could relive it in his mind after they parted. As he softly caressed her body and tenderly felt the curves he lusted for, he felt joy. He felt joy for the first time in a long time. He felt the joy in his connection with her. Every inch of him wanted to rip the lace off of her and enter her right there without delay. But, he slowed his pace so he could enjoy each and every second of this first night with her. It was to be the first of many nights together for them. But, it was the first time he would touch her and he wanted to slowly take it all in.

Her heart pounded out of her chest as she opened the door and saw his face. The face she saw in her fantasies for so many months was now walking through her door. She was nervous yet confident in what she felt for him. As he slowly walked through the door and looked at her body, her nerves melted away and all she felt was desire. The desire that she wrote about for so long was now taking form and becoming real life. His eyes told her he was feeling exactly what she was feeling. He was wonderfully, deliciously in the same moment she was in.

The connection between them grew over time. A subtle look here, a glance there, a smile here and palpable sexual energy that passed between them laid the ground work for this powerful connection that was good for both of them. Both of them grew and expanded with each other in the distance but close enough to see the changes that were happening. They were learning their strengths, stepping into their own power, seeing the best in themselves and forging new ground for themselves with the other nearby. The synergistic connection between them became a powerful aphrodisiac.

As he removed her lace and saw her naked for the first time, he let out a long exhale. It was the exhale he held in for such a long time. Gently touching the breasts he glanced at in passing so often he wrapped his mouth around her nipple. As he kissed and sucked her erect nipples, she felt the wetness between her legs grow and she lets out a moan of her desire from deep within her throat. His hand moved down between her hips to feel the moistness between her legs. She was saturated with lust for him. He knows he must taste the juice she made for him. Erotically he kissed every inch of her down until he was between her legs. He stopped and smelled her and then spread her open with his tongue.

Her orgasms started small but built in intensity. With every lick of his tongue her legs spread wider in submission to him. As her passion was building, she knew she must feel him in her mouth. She must wrap her lips around his cock and have him in her mouth. She pushes him onto his back and made a trail of kisses down his chest until she took his cock in her mouth. She sucked him. She licked him. She stroked him and begged for him to fuck her. There is no other word for what she wanted him to do to her. She wanted him to fuck her.

Pinned to the bed by his hands she spread her legs as he entered her. She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly and she pushed him into her. He was inside of her for the first time. This was the moment they both wanted. The rhythm of their bodies was intoxicating. Every time he verged on climax he pulled back. She climaxed over and over again with him inside of her. He couldn’t contain it one more second. He grabbed her face, looked deep into her eyes and with one final thrust he exploded inside of her.

No words were spoken between them; none were needed. They stayed entwined together silently enjoying the moment, savoring the time they had together. They lay quietly holding each other until she crawled under the covers and started licking him. She was ready for him again. She wanted to fuck him the same way he just fucked her.

While their connection just took a physical form, the bond between them was strong before they ever touched each other. Neither one of them knew how this thing between them started or why they suddenly felt such a strong attraction to each other. But, they both knew for sure they felt good when they were near each other. They were good for each other in bed and in life.
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NOTE:This short story started as a poem. But, I was enjoying writing it so much that I just kept writing so I reformatted it to a short story. I was really thinking lately about what happens when a sexual fantasy comes to life and changes form into reality. How does that look? How does it feel? What happens between those two people?

I guess I am thinking it depends on the two people. I believe when two people care about each as people, want the best for each other in life and are good for each other then reality can be as good as the fantasy. So, this story is based on a fantasy that involves real life people. Reality can be the best source of fiction.

Photo Credit:
John Silver

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