Suddenly, we melt, and our bodies slowly merge, every molecule of yours between two of mine and vice versa.Suddenly, we melt, and our bodies slowly merge, every molecule of yours between two of mine and vice versa. We explode in a cascade of sparks, the comingled glowing substance that had been our bodies races down rapids, over countless falls, each of which yields a rush of orgasmic pleasure. Eventually, the glowing stream flows more slowly, and cools into clear water, collecting in a deep pool. I find myself rising to the surface from the icy depths. When my head pops out of the water, I see yours emerge only two feet away. We swim to each other, holding each other, saying nothing for a long time. We swim towards the sandy beach, dry ourselves off, then fall asleep in each other's arms. The next thing I know, I am awakened by the light of dawn in my own bedroom. You are still asleep, so I gently disentangle our arms and legs. I go for my sketch pad, and begin drawing some views of you. I am just about finished with the one I felt compelled to draw, the one from my dream, with me helplessly tied down and that amazing cat between your legs, when you stir. I quickly hide that one beneath the others and show you a more realistic one of you. You smile at me, somewhat embarrassed at seeing yourself from behind curled up in a ball, your pussy visible between your thighs. "What do you want for breakfast?" I ask. Jasmine: Tossing my head sleepily, I notice your stare and, embarassed, ask you what the smile's for. You won't answer and as I ask again, I playfully tickle your tummy. You grab my hand, I grab yours and in a moment we're tumbling and tickling like a couple of kittens. Still tired from the preceding night we doze. My thoughts drift and I dream of heat; warmth surrounds me and I'm floating, suspended, although I can direct my movement. I notice that I'm naked and charged with an energy that seems to course through me from my toes to my fingers. You're near me and as I look at you I'm filled with an intense desire. Although you're not bound in any way, you seem unable to move, positioned on your back, hands at your sides, palms up and legs slightly spread. I look deeply into your eyes, focusing my thoughts at you and bathing you in my desire. You seem to be receiving my energy as the bright orbs of your eyes return my gaze. |