Anatomy of a Brief Affair, Part III

This is the dance. Tenative steps forward, jumping steps back. She wants this, but she doesn’t want disappointment. A phone call not quite made, a meeting missed.

It is often only in the hunger of the moment, or in the presence of chance, that true physical consumation occurs. Because both elements are not entirely hers to control, and therfore can be reasoned as acceptable…

Balance Found – 6/21/02

Six months later. We did not meet the day after our last conversation.

There is still some pretense that we may meet; we are, in truth, just minutes from each other. And yet, we have found a rhythm to this play. She has matured in her writing and demeanor. It is an on-line maturation I have seen so many go through – starting with curious, passionate steps. Becoming knowledgeable, direct, pressing.

D’jaevle watches you, his eyes tracing the curve of your shoulders, the slow expanse of your skin, waiting.

xyzia’s hands pause at the clasp on the front of her bra, resting between her breasts. she unsnaps it and slowly, tantalizingly peels the material over first her left breast, then slowly over her right breast, turning her head slightly

D’jaevle’s breath catches in his throat, fingers clenching together, straining to hold utterly still as he waits.

xyzia slowly draws the lacy material over her shoulders and drops it to the floor. her fingers play over her skin and she gasps softly as she encounters her sensitive nipples

D’jaevle very slowly presses up along your back; you can feel his warmth, his body against yours. Hands come to rest on your hips. His eyes look over your shoulder, watching your hands move against your own skin.

xyzia reclines her head to rest against your shoulder, giving you a better view of her moving hands. she licks her index fingers and passes them over her nipples again, opening her lips slightly as she waits for your touch.

D’jaevle makes you wait as surely as you’ve made him wait, content, for the moment, to find the soft skin of your stomache, fingers spread to stroke slowly. His breath is soft, and just a bit harsh, against your neck.

xyzia turns to face you, pressing her fragile flesh against your clothing, enjoying the roughness.

D’jaevle captures your hands as they rest on your breasts, his eyes meeting yours as you face him. Carefully, slowly, he presses your palms down against your nipples, dragging your fingertips, fingernails, over the sensitive tips.

xyzia struggles against your grasp, wanting you to have your way with her. she leans forward and licks your chin, bites your bottom lip and

D’jaevle finally presses your hands away, replacing them with his, fingers finding each hard tip and rolling them, firm and slowly. He returns the bite with one of his own, his hunger taking yours. “I want to use you.”

xyzia’s breathing increases, her heart races as she kisses you deeply, her tongue exploring your mouth.

D’jaevle shares the kiss, taking his time, his control like a hard wall as he slips his tongue along yours, hands grasping each breast firmly, body hot along yours, “And to think, you are just minutes away.”

xyzia shivers as if an electric shock moves throughout her body and surrenders to your touch, wanting you to use her for you sick twisted pleasure…

D’jaevle presses you back, until you feel yourself held against the wall, pressed hard. His teeth fall to your neck, biting, almost enough to draw blood, leaving red marks as he moves lower still, finding the tender flesh of your breasts, his mouth like a furnace as he draws each nipple in, relentless in his hunger.

xyzia moans as she feels you tearing at her flesh as she runs her fingers through your hair and pulls your head closer to her body

D’jaevle draws his fingernails down your back, straight lines against your skin. His teeth graze each nipple, playing, teasing – and then bite, tugging it out, rough and slow, letting you feel the slow pressure against you.

xyzia struggles against you and leans down to grasp your shirt

D’jaevle grips your hand, leaving your breasts long enough to drag your hand down to the edge of your skirt, up and underneath, pressing it under your panties, so that your fingers are forced against you, “Tell me, are you wet?”

xyzia breathes heavily as she feels the moisture which has soaked through the material…a slight moan escaping her lips at the touch against her clit

D’jaevle keeps your hand locked against you, spreading your fingers with his own so you can feel it drag against you as he pulls your hand back and forth. His eyes are hard now, watching your face, voice harsh, “Need it, don’t you?”

xyzia feels her knees weaken and the desire like a flame between her legs. she thinks she can’t stand to be denied any longer and wonder how long you’ll continue to torture her like this…

D’jaevle pushes your hand away, his fingers swiftly deftly under your panties, finding the moist heat with a sure touch, fingertips slow as they draw down against your clit, “You remember how close I live?”

xyzia nods vigorously as she watches you with eyes slightly glazed over

D’jaevle slowly pinches your clit, just enough for the pressure to build as his lips trace your neck, “What would you do if I came over right now?”

xyzia pants…submit to your touch, surrender to your will, crave the closeness of your body…