Contemplation....variations on a theme....

The thought grew, slowly....



 much like a seed scattered by the winds, flung off into the furthest corner of the gardens I so carefully tend deep within my mind....

....And there it grew,
 slowly but, oh so surely, gradually taking hold there in that furthest, cluttered, eclectic corner. 


Unobserved, yet nourished, as it slowly reached into the fertile soil of emotion and yearning... bathed in the mist and drinking in the dew of imagination and contemplation....

".....Yes,

I do believe I would miss you, even if we had never met....."

 
~Veritas.....

                            ....summer wanes and the harvests soon will ripen... gather the pleasures of the ones you love, wasting not.....

Treasure each sweet kiss, savoring it's gossamer memory;  for each is unique and special in its own way.....

No words spoken........


                                                    ~V

I must thank Sweets for the last image, exquisite isn't it?  And for inspiration; well, I am a daft fool for a romantic movie....!

"Inamorata....."

   8.11.2011...                                                    "Inamorata...."

The word rolls off the tip of my tongue, whispered gently in her ear as she browses; lit only by the light of the screen....


She lookes up and smiles that little half smile she thinks is dorkish but I know to be the spark of desire....  Sparking my desire for her....

She doesn't quite know the term, it shows in her eyes but she smiles, her curiosity piqued....

"Inamorata...?" she asks, brows raised in unspoken question.  She had been in a thoughtful mood for some time the last few days.  Thoughtful and lost in her inner thoughts and puzzles.  "Life is so precious, fragile and fleeting;" she had remarked earlier.  "Far too fleeting to squander," had been his unspoken response to her quiet comment.  A response now in actions, if not  words.

" 'Tis you, mine."  And she smiled, a slight blush rising across her chest as those tiny hairs on her skin rose in pleasure. 

"You've never called me by that before," she softly replied.  " I like the sound.... I think, yes, I do believe I do" She said smiling, the world wide web forgotten for a moment....

"I like the way it sounds, I think," she continued, repetitiously savoring her pronouncement; tracing a slender finger across his chest, dallying in the thatch, as his hand slowly undid her own buttons... 

 Turning and drawing near, she nibbled gently across his chest.  The sensation electrifying his skin as if a thousand tiny kisses were alighting, one by one, spreading out across his senses driven onward by each, tiny, kiss....  A button undone, a zipper found and lowered; her lips unrelenting in their assault.

"Save the draft, minx," his voice steady in her ear. 

"Long since forgotten, my Sir...uhm perhaps a night full of surprises?  I think I can make it worth your while...."

And with that, he paused a fleeting thought caressing his distracted consciousness....

Seduction... Is it his art practiced on her?  Or, hers, on him?
She'll never say, her sphinx like silence invades the room as she watches, eyes glittering in the low light of the monitor..... 

That was the first way he saw her, Her eyes alight in LCD haze, cheeks highlighted in a smile...a simple blue "T" demurely hiding those blossoms he loves to touch and, well never mind....

She says they are small, He knows they are far from small and delightfully, playfully....responsive....tastably so.....


"Worth my while?" He asked as she gently tugged down his jeans... 

"I want you inside me, deep...." She whispers in my ear... "Now..."  And with that she took me in hand, as my own slipped her buttons undone.  Breasts exposed, nipples as pearls hardening under his caress....  "Sometimes, you get me soooo wet....!" She moaned almost breathlessly as he played gently with her nipples...

"You moan well, mine...."  Catching his breath suddenly as she began to stroke his hardening cock....

"Take me, now...." She begged.....

"Soon...." His soft reply, "soon..."

She paused just a moment, peering into his eyes, searching as if for his soul, she is in control she well knows, but this man of hers, he turns the tables with the idle swirl of his thumb and a slow deep thrust....yes, she is his....

And this second instalment rides below the first.... more tomorrow dear reader, be not shy, pen some lines and give me your thoughts.....?


Until....


Veritas~


There will be more soon....  If you have a suggestion for how the evening will progress, by all means....  Comment!

~V