What is it about the first bite that makes it taste so damn good?
Infatuation – 12/06/01
And after that initial taste, the pressing for more. What starts as curiosity has become something elsefor her, something she isn’t entirely familar with yet – and because of that, it has some hold.
What is so intriguing for me is the evolution Xyzia goes through in our discussions over time. Here, at the beginning, she is almost poetic, dramatic in her expression of desire.
xyzia pages: “its razor sharp edge slices through me and leaves an emptiness that longs to be filled”
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xyzia pages: “my hunger is a passionate burning deep within my soul which threatens to ignite the very air surrounding me”
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xyzia pages: “every touch kindles the flames ever hotter — i wonder how long i can endure the denial of fulfillment”
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xyzia pages: “the pressure of your touch, the warmth of your skin, your breath on my tender neck — all are as real to me as if we shared the same room”
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xyzia pages: “every inch of my body aches for your touch, knowing i won’t ever feel complete until i’ve submitted to your most intimate desires”
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xyzia pages: “i’ll be torn apart by the absence of it and perhaps the same may happen with it. i’ll brave the danger for the promise of wishes reaching fulfillment…”
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xyzia presses her body against you with all her might, urging you on but fearful of what may come next
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xyzia runs her fingers through your hair, pulling you head closer, biting your earlobe, tracing its curve with her tongue
D’jaevle enjoys the feel of you against this knee, but pauses, his hands sliding up to the chemise even higher, over your breasts. His warm breath tickles your skin as he leans inward, leaving a trail of small moist kisses down the skin, teeth grazing, almost a bite, “Do you still plan on allowing me that massage?”
xyzia pages: “the thought of it makes my skin tingle in anticipation and creates a warmth in my innermost secrets”
D’jaevle draws his lips over the tip of your right nipple, mouth parted just enough to taste, to tease, “Say yes then. Tell me you want it.”
xyzia pages: “oh, yes — i want it! i want to submit to your touch, to feel your hands all over my body”
D’jaevle draws your nipple upwards, captured between his teeth – tugging lightly, slowly, and then a bit harder before his tongue slips over the tip, “Tell me you want to meet me and allow me to give that massage.”
xyzia pages: “i want you like no woman has ever wanted a man before now. i look forward to that meeting like i’ve never looked forward to any single event before…”
D’jaevle moves to your other nipple, nuzzling first, and then letting it slip into his mouth, bathing it in heat, his tongue rubbing rhythmically along the tip, “And will you ask for it?”
xyzia whimpers…i’ll do whatever you say. i don’t know with what magic spell you’ve enchanted my mind and removed my will but i need you to touch me, hold me, control me…will you do this?
D’jaevle nips the tip of your nipple before releasing it, his hands shifting to your hips, rocking you again against his knee as he leans you back, his lips tasting your skin, moving down your chest, “Would you do it tonight, if I was home?”
xyzia smiles…would you do it tonight if you were home?
D’jaevle presses his face softly against your stomache, taking in your heat and scent, “When I decide to do something, I do it.”
xyzia wonders if you’ve resolved to gift her with your skilled touch and if so when you will be home
D’jaevle smiles. I am resolved to gift you with a hunger that will eat you alive.
xyzia waits to be relished and devoured. name the time and i’ll count the seconds…
D’jaevle pages: “Tell me…how are you dressed tonight?”
xyzia pages: “tonight i’m wrapped in a black velvet robe with nothing but nature’s glory beneath…”
xyzia runs her hands over the soft fabric of her robe, hands encountering the place where it parts, fingers exploring the private recesses of her body
D’jaevle closes his eyes to see this in his mind. “A cruel image for someone stuck at work. But very…very enjoyable.”
xyzia smiles a wicked little smile and plants the additional imagery of the robe parting, exposing tender breasts with erect rosy nipples…
D’jaevle shivers slightly. Very cruel. And now I am even more warm.
xyzia laughs, reveling in the thought of your warmth and potential embarrassment. i, too, can be wicked and cruel ;^)
D’jaevle opens his eyes, regarding you with a smile, “So it appears. And how hungry are you now?”
xyzia traces the curve of her breast, running a finger down to her navel, parting her long legs as her hand discovers the warmth and moistness of the folds of her labia…
D’jaevle can imagine being on his knees in front of your chair, hands on each of your knees, eyes on your own hands.
xyzia wonders if she should continue or leave you with these images…
D’jaevle smiles..if you are enjoying them, if you enjoy your hand pressing aginst you thigh, and me imagining it…continue. For I am.
xyzia laughs. i’m enjoying the thought of lying naked in your mind, your eye taking in every detail of my body and wanting to know more…
D’jaevle pages: “Wanting to taste it. To taste your neck, the curve of your breasts, your hips.”
xyzia wants to hear more about what you plan to do to her tomorrow
D’jaevle pages: “What do you plan to wear?”
xyzia was thinking more of what she wouldn’t be wearing and hadn’t considered her actual attire… ;^)
D’jaevle grins. Good point. I will likely start with that promised massage. Have you laid out on my bed, hands on your bare back, enjoying the first touch against your skin. Letting you wonder.
xyzia smiles…and then?
D’jaevle pages: “From the massage, I intend to make you hungry. Just from the touch. The slow languid strokes down the back, the caress of breathing against your neck as I lean over, fingers finding the edge of your breasts.”
xyzia closes her eyes and smiles at this imagery
D’jaevle pages: “And when I hear the catch in your breathing, that you’ve gotten used to my touch, my hands will catch on your jeans, or skirt, and slowly draw it down over your ass, exposing an inch of skin at a time, an inch traced with moist kisses. Daring, hungry.”
xyzia sighs and spreads her legs further, enjoying the thought of this ;^) the thought of your hands, your breath, your lips…am i being too forward?”
D’jaevle pages: “If I say I will then roll you over and nuzzle your thighs, is that being too forward?”
xyzia laughs…i might shock you with the thoughts i’m having
D’jaevle pages: “I am not sure you could do that .”
That is delicious. Absolutely.
Beautiful.
This captures all of the longing I have felt in my own heart.
Thank you.