The night falls slowly over the city center, cold seeping into the bones of mortals as he dreams of the goddess he wants to possess. He has dreamed it already. Thousands of times in vain and futile illusions, he knows it's an impossible story, yet it won't stop him from dreaming eternally, in every flicker of his solitary life, yes, because his life will always be solitary if she can't be with him. There is a deep undertone of melancholy in his gaze and his smiles are no longer the same, barely just open lips at half-light between his cheeks.
He has loved her infinitely, he loves her; but he desires her equally as he loves her.
He has looked at her a thousand times, and a thousand times he has desired her, his eyes tracing her contours like he wishes to trace her hands, but she is so far away.
But she is also the one who makes him strong enough to get up every morning, walk the world for a day, and survive until night, she is everything to him.
He supposes she's not completely happy, he thinks he notices it in her gazes and the swaying of her fiery hips due to lack of sex (he thinks), sometimes it gets hard to think that, such a privileged and beautiful woman is impossible for her not to be the wild woman he dreams she is, anyway, that doesn't matter, if she's not now she'll be a wild woman and a complete and total slut if he caresses and seduces her, if he penetrates her deeply in that uncoordinated swing she won't be the same again, she'll be another, she'll be his wild woman.
And that day arrives, it's today, this night.
Before his persistence she accepts going out for a night with him. He prepares everything and walks back and forth trying not to forget any detail, buys everything before she arrives, puts flowers in the vases he never used, lights the candles strategically distributed around his room, has condoms ready although his intention is not to use them with her, he wants skin on skin.
He prepares drinks and already knows her tastes, there's champagne. With lemon and cherry, the ice for taking and the one who will use in his games, until the house is clean because she's coming today.
The night advances, the bell rings...
When he saw her, he began to listen to the palpitation of his heart, felt fear that she would hear it with the clarity of him.
The candlelit dinner, drinks and approaching passed like a sigh. They suddenly found themselves on the sofa entwining their tongues, while he began to explore from top to bottom the soft and velvety skin he already knew from his dreams, hers that was letting herself be seduced minute by minute.
He will never remember what words he whispered in her ear, only they were born and died that night for her and no one else, they would not be heard again by anyone. But she received the message of his love and was pleasing him with her gaze, her slightly parted lips and more intimately without him noticing.
He knew her back, could count her hairs and moles, measured the softness of her hands on the width and height of her body, and as the uncomfortable position became more so, they were falling into the abyss of the carpet that couldn't get any hotter than what they transmitted to each other that unique night, just as they had agreed beforehand, otherwise this would never have happened.
Face to face with caresses and kisses, the humidity of their lips was lowering towards the beyond while he brought her closer. They took all the available time for caresses, countless minutes succeeded like kisses and clothes fell off one by one from his garments, from the largest to the smallest.
His hands went down to where her mouth was, drank the elixir of youth, that which makes men immortal... for a few hours. He savored it smoothly, without pause or hurry, smiling as he listened to the soft moans she awakened in him, more and more frequent with each breath and finally at her request, he mounted her.
He climbed her mount of Venus with his erect dagger Trembling with pleasure, he positioned himself in front of the entrance to his being and intimacy, gazing at his eyes filled with joy before penetrating him fully. She opened her lips in an endless sigh, received him, and felt full and flooded, moving her hips imperceptibly to accommodate him and then concentrated on the sensations of pleasure. He entered and exited infinitely many times, still feeling the unforgettable sensation of a unique and irrepeatable experience, changing his rhythm several times, palpating the sensations he was provoking until the sublime moment where she could articulate a word and begged almost in supplication 'FINISH ME NOW' unable to endure even a single second more and he complied. He accelerated his deeper penetrations at that moment when nothing mattered, no matter what happened, he would continue, and kept going until exhausting her and himself. His semen was a volcano and erupted, filling her cavities although this did not stop her movements, that night would not end and the story repeated itself two or three times until she fell asleep from exhaustion, with him still caressing her hair on her body, registering in his memory that moment of glory. Faithful to the promise they made, they didn't see each other again, so that night was unique, irrepeatable, and unforgettable. He still loves her.
I hope you enjoyed it, if so leave a comment and if not either way.
He has loved her infinitely, he loves her; but he desires her equally as he loves her.
He has looked at her a thousand times, and a thousand times he has desired her, his eyes tracing her contours like he wishes to trace her hands, but she is so far away.
But she is also the one who makes him strong enough to get up every morning, walk the world for a day, and survive until night, she is everything to him.
He supposes she's not completely happy, he thinks he notices it in her gazes and the swaying of her fiery hips due to lack of sex (he thinks), sometimes it gets hard to think that, such a privileged and beautiful woman is impossible for her not to be the wild woman he dreams she is, anyway, that doesn't matter, if she's not now she'll be a wild woman and a complete and total slut if he caresses and seduces her, if he penetrates her deeply in that uncoordinated swing she won't be the same again, she'll be another, she'll be his wild woman.
And that day arrives, it's today, this night.
Before his persistence she accepts going out for a night with him. He prepares everything and walks back and forth trying not to forget any detail, buys everything before she arrives, puts flowers in the vases he never used, lights the candles strategically distributed around his room, has condoms ready although his intention is not to use them with her, he wants skin on skin.
He prepares drinks and already knows her tastes, there's champagne. With lemon and cherry, the ice for taking and the one who will use in his games, until the house is clean because she's coming today.
The night advances, the bell rings...
When he saw her, he began to listen to the palpitation of his heart, felt fear that she would hear it with the clarity of him.
The candlelit dinner, drinks and approaching passed like a sigh. They suddenly found themselves on the sofa entwining their tongues, while he began to explore from top to bottom the soft and velvety skin he already knew from his dreams, hers that was letting herself be seduced minute by minute.
He will never remember what words he whispered in her ear, only they were born and died that night for her and no one else, they would not be heard again by anyone. But she received the message of his love and was pleasing him with her gaze, her slightly parted lips and more intimately without him noticing.
He knew her back, could count her hairs and moles, measured the softness of her hands on the width and height of her body, and as the uncomfortable position became more so, they were falling into the abyss of the carpet that couldn't get any hotter than what they transmitted to each other that unique night, just as they had agreed beforehand, otherwise this would never have happened.
Face to face with caresses and kisses, the humidity of their lips was lowering towards the beyond while he brought her closer. They took all the available time for caresses, countless minutes succeeded like kisses and clothes fell off one by one from his garments, from the largest to the smallest.
His hands went down to where her mouth was, drank the elixir of youth, that which makes men immortal... for a few hours. He savored it smoothly, without pause or hurry, smiling as he listened to the soft moans she awakened in him, more and more frequent with each breath and finally at her request, he mounted her.
He climbed her mount of Venus with his erect dagger Trembling with pleasure, he positioned himself in front of the entrance to his being and intimacy, gazing at his eyes filled with joy before penetrating him fully. She opened her lips in an endless sigh, received him, and felt full and flooded, moving her hips imperceptibly to accommodate him and then concentrated on the sensations of pleasure. He entered and exited infinitely many times, still feeling the unforgettable sensation of a unique and irrepeatable experience, changing his rhythm several times, palpating the sensations he was provoking until the sublime moment where she could articulate a word and begged almost in supplication 'FINISH ME NOW' unable to endure even a single second more and he complied. He accelerated his deeper penetrations at that moment when nothing mattered, no matter what happened, he would continue, and kept going until exhausting her and himself. His semen was a volcano and erupted, filling her cavities although this did not stop her movements, that night would not end and the story repeated itself two or three times until she fell asleep from exhaustion, with him still caressing her hair on her body, registering in his memory that moment of glory. Faithful to the promise they made, they didn't see each other again, so that night was unique, irrepeatable, and unforgettable. He still loves her.
I hope you enjoyed it, if so leave a comment and if not either way.
20 comentários - Una noche única - Dedicado a ella!
hay baco era necesario que cuentes nuestro amor de solo una noche? 🙎♂️ 🙎♂️ 🙎♂️ 😀 😀 😀 😀
no ahora en serio me encanto es mas me inspiraste a escribir algo 😀 😀 😬 😬
cuanta pasión baco cuanta delicadeza contenida para explotar en un soberbio relato que me dejo totalmente alucinada 🤤 🤤 🤤 ahora estoy seca pero vuelvo mañana con puntos 😉 😉
P.D la mujer a la que fue dedicado este impresionante relato es muy afortunada 😉 😉
hay baco shhhhhhhhhhhht 🙎♂️ 🙎♂️ 🙎♂️ dejame disfrutarlo aaajajaja
gracias por leer el poema que tu relato me inspiro 😀
ahora se en que se inspiro moni
buenisimo che
gracias por compartir
Muy bueno !!!
Gracias por compartir.
Besos y Lamiditas !!!
Compartamos, comentemos, apoyemos, hagamos cada vez mejor esta maravillosa Comunidad !!!
bueno por haber tenido que aguantar todo mi explayarme haciéndome la súper entendida ((que no lo soy ni cerca, es solo una opinion)) y por haber conmovido tanto a mi querida Moni te dejo unos porotines y mil y un besos lascivos
volvi con puntos baco!!!!
mis 10 y un abrazo enorme 😉
Yo lo que descubrí me pareció fantastico!!! (aunque adhiero a las sugerencias que te hizo Kary sobre el aspecto del post... Sé que cuesta un huevo hacerlo legible y llevadero, pero bien vale el esfuerxo de Previsualizar varias veces... sino la sensualidad del contenido puede chocar con lo grotesco del formato)
Tu texto es hermoso de principio a fin, con las dosis justas de misterio, de pasión, de lujuria... Excitante y emocionante.
Un placer haberlo leído, me queda la duda de porqué no se han podido volver a ver... O porque han elegido prometerlo... ¿Serán familiares? ¿Están comprometidos? ¿él se va a la guerra y ella se casa con otro pero lleva un hijo de él??? Jajaja... me puse peliculera...
Te debo los puntos, te dejo un beso grande, recomiendo tu post y te digo que es un placer haberte conocido!
La ha mirado mil veces, y las mil veces la ha deseado, la recorren sus ojos como la quisieran recorrer sus manos, pero ella es tan lejana."...
Digno de Neruda!! muy buen relato adhiero a la critica constructiva de las letras rojas. un beso desde Montevideo, y dejo mi colaboracion 😉
GRACIAS
Besote!
Sigue escribiendo... me encanta tu estilo..