DATE: 18 Jul 2008, 10:32 am / MOOD: Other

Sitting across from each other in a hot sauna. Towels draped about our bodies. Steam seeping into our very pores. Her eyes half closed as she licks little beads of sweat from her lips. Her arms rising, pulling back her hair, chin lifting, exposing her succulent neck. Watching a bead of moisture roll down her jaw, dribbling over her neck, pooling into the nape. Her bare shoulders accentuating the rise and fall of her busom.

Through the mists, I watch as legs open, ever so slightly. An invitation? or merely a languid lapse due to the heat? So smooth, so desireable, her indescretion having me reposition my towel. One hand holding her hair up, the other now slowly, sensually drifts its way down her face, over her nape, fingers stopping only at the swell of her breasts, her lips open in a silent release. As another bursts of steam erupts, her eyes suddenly open and lock with mine. She smiles....

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DATE: 16 Jul 2008, 10:37 am / MOOD: Horny

I prefer to get her all worked up, arousing each and every sense. Take her to the point where the flow of air in the room feels as a breeze, each aroma realized, separate from all others. To taste all the components of each drop of sweat as they roll down her cheek, licked from the corners of her mouth. To know the heat of my breath as I breathe upon her skin, my lips milimeters from her, caressing each curve. When her inhibitions are released, her desires craving, her senses pulsing, then I like to have her hold her arms above her head.

With her arms above her head and bound only by her word, I curve my fingers inside of her. My other hand holds a cube of ice above her body. Her eyes follow the movement of the cube as her hips meet and demand my thrusting fingers. She watches the drop begin to build. Larger it forms. She doesn't know when or where it will fall but anticipates the icy breath. My fingers have her wanting, wanting to close or roll her eyes but she dares not for she will not see the fall of the icy wetness. Bigger it becomes. Both my hands wet. Until it drops, her body flinches b/f it lands. Followed by the air from my lips.

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