Romance (once again) Reply to topic

Posted On: 17 Sep, 2021 at 01:41 AM

jahoo2
12 Jul, 2016
Posts: 356

Was just thinking the other day about this one and decided to bring it back, I think it is time for some romance in here.

You see yourself, standing there in front of the mirror applying the last of the makeup. The lights are low, and soft music is playing. You're getting ready to go out tonight. Girls night, but you want something a little different. Not loud music and parties, but quiet........ soft, sensual quiet.

As you check your reflection you notice something in the shadows, movement. It frightens you, a chill runs up your spine and yet, causes a reaction you can feel at the tips of your breasts.

And out of the shadows comes.......him. Oh yes, him.

And you smile because he always seems to know when to come calling. He just knows.

You feel him as he comes slowly up behind you, envelopes you like the shadows he has emerged from. You sense more than feel his presence and you are being bundled up in his arms. The warmth of his body heats you and you know what to do, you lean your head forward, leaving your neck opened to him.

He knows the signal, he knows what you want, and he knows what to do. You feel him as he presses his face into your hair. You feel him softly breathing in the lingering scent of your shampoo. He is slowing moving is face side to side, parting the hair, creating an opening to the real destination. The back of your neck.

You feel it, almost like an electric prod, his lips as they find your neck. But as the shock fades, you feel those lips as they slowly move, up and down, back and forth, mere fractions of inches at a time as he searches. Times you feel lips as he searches, others you can feel the slight stubble of his cheeks, chin, as he is lost in his search, using his whole face in his quest.

He is concentrating, focused, looking for the signal you give off when he has found his destination. That little shiver you can't hold back when he has found that spot, the one, the place that seems to move around. But that one place on the back of your neck that when found, causes you to melt. Your insides turning to liquid, and slowly makes their way out, down below, between your legs.

Oh, the feelings you are feeling right now, those little waves, but he has yet to find the spot. Today it is moving around. Funny, it is never in the exact same location twice. Some days it is up high, close to the hairline, others low, almost where the neck and shoulders meet. Sometimes it is on the spine, and yet others it is closer to the ears, or better yet, behind the ears. But you will know where it is when he touches it. What will it be? His tongue, the stubble, or his soft lips that will find it.

You look up through half closed eyes and see yourself in the mirror, just a sheer bra, panties, and those thigh highs. You feel so sensuous, like a true lady. And you vaguely can make out your mystery lover as he is lost in work.

But it is that image that starts the stirring, causing those waves to get bigger, growing. Your mystery lover, the one that hides in the shadows, comes out only at your bidding, when you need him, and yet always there to please. Yes, while you have control over the when he slips out of the shadows, you know deep down, he has the control over you, he knows just what it takes to please you, leave you shaking, curled up in a ball on the bed after, out of breath.

Oh no, it hits you hard, you aren't in control, it is him that controls you, you are helpless to him, you will do as he deems, your only hope is the knowledge is that you can trust him, trust him that no harm comes to you, just sheer pleasure. For you would do anything just to feel the pleasure he provides your body.

At this time you look up once more, eyes opened a little wider, you see yourself in the mirror a little differently now. No longer that confident woman, but a helpless slave to him.

And it hits, you close your eyes, unable to see now as those flashes of lights blinds you, You feel the heat as if the lights are like lightning in the summer sky, and so unladylike, sweat forms on your forehead.

You are losing it, losing all control to him as he has found that spot, that magical spot on the back of your neck. Yes today it is over on the right, just below the ear. That spot that has you so weak in the knees. You feel yourself wanting to collapse to the floor, but his strong and steady arms are holding you up. Pulling you close to him, and you can now feel his heat, his attraction, his...........firmness for you.

A quick look and no longer is there a lady in the mirror. It is a stranger, she is so unrecognizable, it is a woman in heat. An animal. The sounds being emitted are almost gibberish, not coherent, yes.......ohhhhhh, pleasssse, oh.....oh........mmmmmmmm....ahhhhhhh........ uhhhhh.........

It lasts almost an eternity, the sounds, the lights, the.......the........explosions, one after another. Twirling, twirling, like falling down a spiral staircase until............

She finds herself on the floor. How long has she been out? What time is it?

She slowly pulls herself up off the floor and looks once more in the mirror. Oh my. Her hair is a mess, the make-up so carefully applied is now smeared. Her sheer bra is gone and the panties are a soaking mess. She looked like something found at the foot of the cat, "see what I brought you".

And yet................

There was a slight smile..........a peace in the eye. Something that said......................a lady was truly satisfied this night.

With that, she knew what she had to do. A quick text to the girls, "headache"

And she walked to her bed, climbed in, and waited.

Hoping he will return again.