Scattered seconds

Scattered seconds



The outside of it is lost, it's here, it's now, it's always in their minds, scattered seconds on the sheets
Without them knowing how it happens, they manage to isolate themselves, the limits of the bed, of the impersonal rental room disappear, reality dissolves.
Four feverish eyes reflected in the mirror devour the images that came to seek
They're waiting in ambush for the bodies that undressed, rubbed, licked, and savored many times less than the desired ones
 
She sees herself in that blurry reflection, it's the center, it's the strong one losing its defenses, she's a sorceress who invokes with her caresses to the man, runs with her hands over the strong legs yearning for them to envelop, oppress her, wants to feel the weight of his body on her


It stops wrapping itself around that member with its tongue, whispering to it in a language without words what it came to find, in an idiom that is only comprehensible to the flesh.


She thinks she doesn't need anything or anyone, that she can withstand everything and only in those seconds faces her powerful weakness


They pay homage, a tribute to whatever the moment may bringFor a moment they strain to not consume themselves, prolonging the prelude, preparation, the subtle falling of barriers towards the abyss that they seek


She takes her slowly, deliberately to the abyss of desire, it's painful, unbearable, she can't resist, falls into temptation, into the weakness of asking for more
She concentrates on feeling, lets her mind get lost in a black pit, it's just pulsating flesh, expectant


He contains barely his instinct to invade her completely, to break her, to shatter her spirit, tightens his throat without choking her imposing conditions on her will
He knows how, doesn't lose control


She battles within herself, invaded, defeated, the thin fold that separates her abysses is seething
At that moment he is everything


She believed herself owner of the land
They were the playing field of their bodies
Their minds met
They couldn'tTo tell a hundred stories of what was imagined and there are still hours until they meet up

9 comentários - Scattered seconds

VoyeaurXVII +1
cuando ocurre el encuentro? cuando conectan y se enganchan en las redes? cuando estan cara a cara? cuando se penetran?
yo creo que eso ocurre con la primera electricidad que te recorre el cuerpo
Lady_GodivaII +2
cuando se enciende el interruptor en la cabeza!
VoyeaurXVII +1
y que lindo cuando sucede de ambos lados!
MIsko-Jones +1
esos son los segundos que deberian perdurar

besos Lady
Pervberto +1
Nos hizo esperar, mi lady, pero su prosa produce tanto durezas genitales, fuego en el alma y hasta lágrimas en los ojos por su devastadoramente tórrida belleza. Sus lectores nos rendimos a sus pies.
mdqpablo +1
muy bueno . exelente pluma . se la extrañaba
tetelito +1
Muuuy buen relato!! Que excitante...y que genialidad como describis el encuentro, el deseo, las ganas. Van mis 10 de hoy! Un abrazo
grancucon +1
¡¡¡ Con esto se confirma..... El organo sexual mas importante es el cerebro... Todo un lujo su relato, nadie lo haria mejor...Feeelicitaciones querida, muchas gracias por compartir...!!!... Van unos puntillos...
elledany +1
Tic tac , tictac, tic tac ..... Excelente genia !



noite

( lo había puesto en el shout de Invisible, que bolú ... )