Flesh

Touch, how does one try to explain touch fully? Not so much the act, flesh touching flesh, but the reaction, which is to Feel. Even the act of feeling is hard also, as once the touch happens, feelings rise, and the grasp of emotions, visions and aromas explode around you. Its like a heighten of layers being fed into a fire that is going to take the final bit of fuel and give a burst of radiance.

And that is just caressing the surface of the, Touch.

The first touch was an outline of breast. It was warm, smooth, and the reactions were like pleasured pin pricks that started along the curve of my breast and centered at the peaks of very firmed nipples that were so constant as much as its feel if pain, would react with Ouch, the sounds that started to smolder from my chest, in a looped run between my thighs, along the tips of my toes before a shot up across my throat to the wet tease of my tongue was a moan.

This was different then healing hands that had totally awakened and stirred, it was fingers so gentle and gliding, skilled lips and feminine grace that felt so taboo, and yet, I touched back, cause, it was soft and sweet like warm fresh taffy you know will melt softly against the heat of your mouth, and its flavor linger long after its gone.

Lost in waves of that like the stream that was licking its wet coolness against my toes, there was a feeling of another. His scent of demand, was intoxicating, one I found I enjoyed when around Master's that carried it. Like warm mead coating the throat, this scent wrapped its phantom fingers along every inch of flesh, before it stared to twist inside. My Master had this scent, though His wasn't the same, no ones was the same, but its feel was a bit more of a prickle, but the teased feel now, made me think of Him. Do as told, demanded wants of Men, Oh my Master, please let this be what makes You proud! It was a feel inside, not just of flesh, but if His words swirling, for wasn't it by the waters He said this? Here I was for filling it. Or so I hoped.

Hope was something that popped like a bubble of thought when I felt mouth find places only one other had dared taste. It was something beyond the first time. It was a tongue feeding upon every delicate throb of raw desire, but motions were being forced by the sound of bodies in union, and scents of sex were lacing the air, and breathed in with every gasp. Moans were a tickle to heighten, that was like a divine bath of thick fresh dark honey being drizzled across my flesh.

The ahn's were rolling across my flesh, lifted higher and higher, tender feel of body beside me helped me feel secure. Was this another moment, a dead voice haunted me with be well's that even I wasn't sure if it had really crossed my mind when His words were throbbing deeply against my skin. It was when even I could smell the trickle of copper between my thighs at the tight demand that was a pull of my guts, and deafening drum of heart. Tears salted my cheeks, thighs were burning, and each motion was a thrust of flesh being formed across thickness. It hurt, it was amazing, searing of passion being birthed within. I finally understood, yet was clouded by questions shoved to the side with every motion of my body reacting, with sweet nectar that made the second lesson one pushing the first further.

Gentle left after a few times of finding myself soaring in the clouds, sore seemed to be just an added feel to what was being mixed deep inside of me. I was grounded well, when I found myself grasped and pressed with a turn of breast crushed into the ground. Grass, smalls stones the rich aroma of dirt was nice. For the honey laced everything. The savage demand was taken, it scared me at first, I was afraid, the feel of hands, on me, taking, just taking whatever He wish. What was there to be taken. Its sensations were different, raw, primal, fear lingered but I found a pleasure in it.

Even when the thick flow of wetness was well coating my inner thighs, did He not release the feel of Him inside of me. We spoke, He touched, I was worn, but the feel of His thigh, wet, hot, muscled on the back of mine as I was pulled up, was a surprise as my body would, even in its weakened gasping state, brush with a grind of hips, as it was firmly keeping us, still one.

I couldn't help but cry, still. I had never known, anything like this. I was afraid to dress when He did. I took a few ehns, to just learn to breath again.