1. Your Hands


    Date: 10/3/2015, Categories: Love Poems, Author: forfuckssake, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    The light from the stereo fights the darkness. Music? Anything will do. It isn't meant to entertain, merely to muffle my cries from the neighbor with her ear to the wall. The thought of your hands is maddening. I crave them beyond all reason. The feel of them on my breasts, kneading, pulling, twisting, pinching as pain and pleasure become indistinct. Your hands, demanding access, prying open my knees, pinning my arms to the mattress as you take me. The desire for your hands on me is intoxicating; I can no longer seduce, Only provoke. "Aren't you a cheeky girl tonight?" At last, your hands are on me, grasping my shoulders, pushing me towards ecstacy. A simple shove and I'm embracing the duvet. Your hands tug roughly at my panties, leaving them trapped between my knees and the bed. One hand on my back, the other in the air. Crack! I know it's coming, yet I tense nonetheless. Crack! I fight the whimper climbing up my throat. Crack! Crack! I shudder and writhe under your hands. Crack! Crack! I sing my agony into the bedclothes. Crack! Crack! Crack! I've ached for the feel of Your hands on me this way, yet I struggle against them. Crack! Crack! Crack! I endure and rejoice, and just as I think I'm about to break... I shake. And a silky river of joy flows into Your hands.
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