Now, give me more, please.. I asked you with a thread of voice choked by your kisses...You took my hands, placing them behind my head while sliding inside me again, maybe the last, the farewell.
A few hours before, I was walking down the hill and strolling with all the pretended ease that anxiety and expectation allowed me to, going to meet you at that sun-drenched corner that in its ascent from the river confused my vision.
I saw a masculine silhouette in reverse light and thought maybe it's him...it has to be him.
I stopped about a meter away and we looked at each other, both able to recognize each other even without having seen each other before. Our intimacy at a distance, where we slid fragments of our images, was enough for us to know each other.
We approached with smiles and friendly greetings. Without planning it, we started walking while observing each other. We knew there were so many things to say, but we wandered in silence for several minutes, aware that we only had that day ahead of us. Just one day to live something that has to be lived even if it's just once in life.
We lost track, or at least I lost track, of the time passing between conversations, coffee, and anxious glances. Until you took my hand and led me to the hotel, with desire, tenderness, and naturalness.
We abused our inevitable enemy, time, but nothing could prevent us from recognizing our bodies, our skins, kissing, caressing, exploring, and enjoying each instant, with every pore. Face to face at last.
Your caresses, your words, your sensuality heightened and exalted my senses, all sensations intensified in the perfect combination of your body and mine.
You invited me to receive you in me; I settled onto your body, looking at you and trying to capture that instant forever in my memory. My yearning skin couldn't detach from yours, my sex pulsed invaded by you.
And so we danced for hours, going from the soft and romantic waltz to the most lascivious tango. Between pieces, sometimes embracing, sometimes each of us in our own corner, we absorbed the newly learned rhythms, perfecting them for the next entrance.
The afternoon passed, the clock... implacable returned us to reality, when I asked you to give me the last melody...
33 comentários - La última melodía
Excelente relato !
Gracias por compartir.
Angie te deja Besos y Lamiditas !!!
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ese estilo es inigualable!!.. adore! 😉
besoteeee 😉
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Hoy va a ser un excelente Lunes.
Muy bello
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Felicidades! Hoy no me quedan puntos, pero volveré. 👏 👏
un placer
Excelente. Te debo los Porotos.
No podès! Sabelo!
Gracias por compartirlo
ME encanto!
Gracias por compartir
Me mató este párrafo que me pinta una danza en un ring, que la cosa es esa mezcla de dulzura y lucha... Que el suave y romántico vals y el lascivo tango se funden en una danza primordial....
Genial, como siempre!!! 😘
Debo...
me encanto! genial
Que lindo relato, me encanta leer y que las palabras me lleven.
Mañana vuelvo con puntos
Esa mezcla de poesia romantica con erotismo me vuelve loca...
Te dejo puntitos y besitos... 😘