Wet sex.
Wet, hot, slippery sex.
Licking water from curves, slick limbs trying to find purchase, water jets in the right place, sex.
I’ve run into trouble with this; during one scene with NE, I ran a bubble bath with the intention of pampering her: making her clean before making her dirty. Turns out some bubble bath lotions don’t react so well with her (…mentioned as I added lotion to the water).
I am undeterred.
I love watching her shower. It’s not so much a voyeuristic tendency as it is a singular window into an intensely honest and yet alluring sensual routine we all go through daily. Watching her shower, naked, vulnerable, is a promise to be made.
Have you ever had eyes watch you in such a quiet, accepting, demmanding, appreciative and yet quietly contemplative way, that you knew, just knew they desired to own every inch of your silvery wet skin and smouldering warmth? Every move – the way you shift your weight as you wash your arms, the way your wet hair falls across the back of your neck, the way your eyes close as you tilt your head back to wash your face – every move under an intensely intimate gaze?
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04-01
Mandy pages: Oh man…trapped in this office til 8. Allll by my lonesome.
Mandy pages: Bummer. Sometimes I think of just chucking it and licking you all over. But still..I have this promise I made. I’m curious to see how well I do.
D’jaevle pages: ‘I’m curious to how well you do.’.
Mandy pages: well baby…I can do pretty damned well. I think you got a TASTE of that. I take pleasing a man very seriously. And to a degree…The reason why I don’t go casual…Is because sex involves for me…Giving a certain amount of ownership to a man of my body. Even temporarily.
From afar, Mandy licks her lips, runs her fingers through the soft scented kiwi strands of her auburn hair…and means it. I have a couch in my office. So just think of me lazily stretched out on it. Dangling one leg over the back of it…and drawing figures in the carpet below with one fingertip. Hair flowing over the side and painting itself onto the fabric.
D’jaevle pages: ‘Hrmmm. Pants, or skirt?’
Mandy pages: Today…It’s pants. Yesterday…wrap around skirt; the kind that if you tie it wrong…It just falls open to the side, exposing leg up to the thigh. Ya know…And this is no lie…I’ve never been this explicit with anyone in writing before.
Long distance to Mandy: D’jaevle grins. I tend to encourage that in people. I’m horrible.
Mandy pages: These talks took time, courage, and a certain flashback sensation of more physical memories.
Mandy pages: I do great wet hot naked showering too.
Long distance to Mandy: D’jaevle arches a brow. “Really?”
Mandy pages: Oh yeah.
D’jaevle pages: ‘The feel of wet skin rubbing, sliding against wet skin is exquisite. So is licking the water from someone’s thighs, shoulder, neck…
Mandy pages: And there is something verrrrry sensual about slowly running warm soapy fingers across every inch of your own body, enjoying the sensation; having a man contain the incredible rush of hormones as he washes your hair, breathes in deeply, knowing that soon…She will be nice and clean, ready to get hot sweaty…Dirty.
D’jaevle pages: ‘Bending someone over, hands on the wall in front, fingers slipping over a wet ass; or on the knee, her foot on the edge of the tub, thighs spread.’.
Mandy pages: Oh yeah…
Mandy pages: nails digging into moist flesh…
D’jaevle pages: ‘Fingers curling around each cheek, face buried against wet hair, tongue tasting.’
From afar, Mandy wickedly chuckles. I know you’re being prompted outside for a smoke…
Mandy pages: As I leave…I’m going to wonder what the sweet scent of close smoke will taste like on those soft lips. But alas time and circumstances prevail. It will be a taste not realized. Good night my handsome friend.