tangerine coral lotus blossoms on indigo sapphire waves framed with
marble
ivory sand. the sun holds court in the sky beating down warming
everything
with a glow of amarillo sun blaze. you & i on an island -- you wear a
sarong
of ruby silk covering only scant sections of skin. your hair is in
braids
fixed to the top of your head -- a crowned glory of cinnamon-colored
locks
scented with frankincense & myrrh.
you smile at me -- placing a throng of lilies on my head in welcome. i
stand
before you dressed in strategically placed flowers. tangles of
jasmine
covering my hips & in-between my thighs. gardenia buds & petals over my
breasts & shoulders & a crimson petaled rose for you between my lips.
then
our lips meet -- & we press our soft cheeks together & you take the rose
from
my mouth & you place the rose over your ear.
we take each other's hands & walk over where you have laid a blanket in
the
sand. we stand before each other touching palm to palm, toe to toe, &
breast
to breast. we peer into each others eyes bumping noses pressing our sun
warmed flesh -- letting no air escape between us. my hands touch your
hips,
your hands touch my hips. my lips touch your lips & your lips touch
mine.
your soul reflects your smile -- & your smile reflects my soul. there is
a
golden thread that holds us together & our lips speak vows to always
love,
honor & protect each other. we are the only witnesses that we need.
you become my wife & i become your wife here under the sun--on this
island
for us to explore & find each other.
you spread me over the blanket like honey over vanilla ice cream. you
crouch
over me, letting the fringes of your silk glide over my skin. you slowly
remove my flowered trappings, kissing away the petals so that our
blanket in
the sand is arrayed with them on either side, so that i am before you
offering myself to you over a bed of white linen & petals. the foliage
from
the palms overhead creates a canopy, letting spots of light slide in.
you blindfold me & i can only see a thread of light that is spotted
under my
eyelids. i feel something tantalizing cool slide up my arm, over my
shoulder
blades, into the dip of my neck then over my lips. it is a sweet piece
of
mango -- i recognize the flavor immediately & smile. i want to touch you
but i
am bound on the honor system not to. i do not touch you unless you tell
me
to.
next i feel something warm gliding over my arm, over my shoulder
blades,
into the dip of my neck then into my mouth. it is your tongue. you kiss
me
deeply & suck on my bottom lip. you tell me that i taste like mango. i
can
feel the sharp point of your nail tracing down my neck & then lower on
to my
nipple. then there on my nipple you place what feels like the white hot
clamp of fire -- but without looking i know it's an intricate set of
nipple
clamps that rush a tremble through my body like wildfire.
i can feel you lower your lips to my nipple & trace your tongue around
the
unclamped nipple. you move your hand & then return with wet cold ice.
fire &
ice, the sweetness falling between two intensities. my ass moves in
response
against the linen, jerking slightly, feeling the first tendrils of orgasm
bubble up inside of me. you place a warning palm over my sex & say no,
not
yet.
i know this game well. you will take & take from me until i submit &
beg for
my final release. to disobey you would be blasphemous.
you cup my sex in your hot palm, just stroking the surface -- never the
melting
core of me. i feel you move beside me & you lower your lips as if to
drink
from my chalice -- i gasp as i feel your tongue part me in half. you
lick the
electric pulse inside me that makes my heart palpitate the cadence of
your
name. my hips crash like a folding wave & my legs thrash with trembles
until
you stop abruptly.
your voice growls low & you warn me that you will spank me if i move
again.
i feel you take the clamp off of my nipple -- & then put the nipple into
your
mouth. you put the clamp on my opposite nipple while applying the ice
to the
other one. you trace your fingers down the slope of my belly and pause
your
fingers over my glistening sex. then my body jolts involuntarily as if
charged with a mind of its own -- the aftershock sweeping through me.
you growl & turn me over so i am over your knees with my bare bottom
hanging
in the breeze. & i think this is what i was counting on. you tell me
that
i am a slut, a bad girl, a tease -- these are things i know by
heart -- they are
all true -- & my cheeks grow warm with your praise. my ass wiggles a bit
over
your knee -- pressing my sex against you. your hand falls across me like
a
whip snaps -- touching all five fingers down in your assault.
you spank me until your hand is tired -- until you are so frenzied with
your
own lust -- until you take me like i am meant to be taken on all
fours -- bent
over your lap with your fingers moving inside me -- twisting me up inside
until i cry out your name & beg for release.
