I Write What I Feel
[b]The Meeting[/b]
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I see her beaming brightly, a shy smile upon her lips as I approach, the sensation of butterflies growing as the distance between us narrows. Coming before her, I offer a gleeful "Hi", followed by a wide smile, and she does in kind in a sweet, southern, accent.
Her dark hair has been brushed to the side and hangs over the front of her shoulder where it is tied into a tail. She is wearing only lingerie. A bright royal purple set accented with black lace. Her feet are bare, toes painted a pleasing shade of pink that match her fingers. A simple gold necklace accents her neck.
We are perhaps an arm’s length apart, and the two of us bear a look of mirth upon our faces. After a few moments, without a word, I begin to slowly walk to her left. She watches me pass with her eyes alone, and as I begin to circle behind, I reach out and gently place my fingers on her left hip. The unexpected touch takes her by surprise, and I hear her intake a quick breath.
Continuing to walk behind her, I let my fingers trail a light caress across her back, just above her bottom, as she sings to me a hum of approval. I let my fingers lose their grip from her silky skin as I pass her right side, and her eyes are back upon mine as I come to stand in front of her again. Our gaze stays tied for a few moments before I am drawn away by her naturally tanned skin tone, which is a beautiful contrast to my fairness. Her curves draw me next, my leisurely gaze trying in vain to travel each, and every, curving path.
I find her waiting for me as I look back up, a slight, but noticeable, confidence upon her lips. "You look beautiful", I say softly, but earnestly. She thanks me and smiles back. Reaching up I run the back of my fingers against her cheek, as she shuts her eyes at my touch…
Then inexplicably, I stop, indecision filling me. Her eyes fly open and she catches my expression, nervously looking away as I drop my arm.
But my resolve recovers in instant. Removing the distance between us I lean in and cradle her head, placing a wide, soft kiss on her neck, just below her jaw, my tongue curiously and irresistibly tasting her. I linger there, my lips ghostlike upon her flesh, my breath surely warm to her sense of touch, breathing in the scent of her skin. When suddenly I sense movement, and from the corner of my eye, I see him approach, causing me to take a step back.
Coming to a stop he looks at me with a calm intensity, and I give him a nod, then keep my focus low, and his attention shifts to her. The two greet each other warmly and he asks her if she is ready. She glances at me quickly, then tells him she is. Bending, he scoops her up, and this draws an entertained laugh out of her; I watch as they exchange a tender kiss, then swiftly head off in a direction of their own.
As the space between us grows, she looks to me from over his shoulder, an unreadable expression upon her face.
Eyes welling, I try to smile bravely and say goodbye, but the words catch in my throat, leaving me to mouth what which my voice could not bear to say.
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I see her beaming brightly, a shy smile upon her lips as I approach, the sensation of butterflies growing as the distance between us narrows. Coming before her, I offer a gleeful "Hi", followed by a wide smile, and she does in kind in a sweet, southern, accent.
Her dark hair has been brushed to the side and hangs over the front of her shoulder where it is tied into a tail. She is wearing only lingerie. A bright royal purple set accented with black lace. Her feet are bare, toes painted a pleasing shade of pink that match her fingers. A simple gold necklace accents her neck.
We are perhaps an arm’s length apart, and the two of us bear a look of mirth upon our faces. After a few moments, without a word, I begin to slowly walk to her left. She watches me pass with her eyes alone, and as I begin to circle behind, I reach out and gently place my fingers on her left hip. The unexpected touch takes her by surprise, and I hear her intake a quick breath.
Continuing to walk behind her, I let my fingers trail a light caress across her back, just above her bottom, as she sings to me a hum of approval. I let my fingers lose their grip from her silky skin as I pass her right side, and her eyes are back upon mine as I come to stand in front of her again. Our gaze stays tied for a few moments before I am drawn away by her naturally tanned skin tone, which is a beautiful contrast to my fairness. Her curves draw me next, my leisurely gaze trying in vain to travel each, and every, curving path.
I find her waiting for me as I look back up, a slight, but noticeable, confidence upon her lips. "You look beautiful", I say softly, but earnestly. She thanks me and smiles back. Reaching up I run the back of my fingers against her cheek, as she shuts her eyes at my touch…
Then inexplicably, I stop, indecision filling me. Her eyes fly open and she catches my expression, nervously looking away as I drop my arm.
But my resolve recovers in instant. Removing the distance between us I lean in and cradle her head, placing a wide, soft kiss on her neck, just below her jaw, my tongue curiously and irresistibly tasting her. I linger there, my lips ghostlike upon her flesh, my breath surely warm to her sense of touch, breathing in the scent of her skin. When suddenly I sense movement, and from the corner of my eye, I see him approach, causing me to take a step back.
Coming to a stop he looks at me with a calm intensity, and I give him a nod, then keep my focus low, and his attention shifts to her. The two greet each other warmly and he asks her if she is ready. She glances at me quickly, then tells him she is. Bending, he scoops her up, and this draws an entertained laugh out of her; I watch as they exchange a tender kiss, then swiftly head off in a direction of their own.
As the space between us grows, she looks to me from over his shoulder, an unreadable expression upon her face.
Eyes welling, I try to smile bravely and say goodbye, but the words catch in my throat, leaving me to mouth what which my voice could not bear to say.
