“Your sensuality drives me crazy, it makes me pine for you even more.”
With Chet Baker’s full album playing softly in the background, she happily lights up the sandalwood scented candle in the bedroom. She walks towards the dresser to check how she looks. She did a messy updo, grabbed her favourite scent and rolled it onto hot points on her neck. She had carefully picked out her outfit for the night – the lacy black peignoir, classy and sexy at the same time.
In the midst of preparing, she hears the front door get unlocked. “He’s here,” she thought to herself. Slowly but sensually, she does some final touches and walks towards the door. Today was a long day for him, and all he was looking forward to was to just wind down. He was not expecting any surprise. She greeted him at the door. “Mmm, look who’s home,” she added with a coy smile, at the same time flaunting her bodacious figure in that daring lacy black peignoir.
He looked up and at the moment he saw her, all worries have been replaced with thoughts filled with lust, love and passion. The way the peignoir fitted loosely but not shapelessly on her body, her nipples slightly showing through the lightly covered chest area, her scent, the way she was coyly smiling, her deep sensual gaze – he could go on and on. He found all of her so alluring, so perfect, so beautiful, so divine. Yet somehow he knew that by just calling her beautiful would not even suffice.
“She is truly a work of art,” he finally thought to himself. Again, his heart started racing wildly as the thoughts of making hard love to her kept resurfacing since his verpa was really getting unmanageable. What was he waiting for? He didn’t know. Maybe deep down inside, he just wanted to enjoy this beautiful moment. Maybe he just wanted to savor every bit by first devouring her purely through his piercing gaze. Or maybe what he wanted was more than just an animalistic impulse to dive into rough love-making. He craved for a genuine connection, he wanted their love-making to not be just a union of physical bodies, but rather – a union of two beautiful twin souls.
She could read him like a book. Without hesitating, she took his hands and placed it on her wide hips while she wrapped her arms around his neck. She started slow dancing to the mellow jazz that was softly playing in the background, never breaking eye contact with him as she gazed into the deepest recesses of his soul. He picked up fairly fast for he was a good dancer, but his thoughts were still racing like a wild deer. He could feel her soft but well-toned flesh underneath the peignoir. That itself was hard to handle – for the tenderness of her flesh made him want to submit to his desires, but what really drove him to the brink of insanity was her swaying hips.
It was an excruciating tease. Their hips were so incredibly close to each other, but they never made contact. Whenever she moved forward, he would have to move a step backwards vice versa. That was what slow dancing is about – an intricate & formulaic tease. “I know what you’re thinking of,” she whispered softly into his ear. That whisper sent tingles throughout his body like how an ASMR activates tingle points in one’s body. His verpa was really sticking out like a sore thumb now.
Just like that without any warning, he carried her swiftly and made way to the bedroom. Frantically, he dropped her onto the bed and dropped his weight on her. “Your sensuality drives me nuts. You don’t even have any idea how it makes me pine for you even more,” he said with so much aggression for the next thing he could only think of is to fuck her (for the lack of term) to oblivion. She coyly pulled away, but he had her pinned down beneath the sheets. Her invigorating scent filled his nostrils as he kissed her neck. With every kiss planted on her skin, she would moan slightly. The neck was her weak spot and he knew that very well.
It came to a point where she could not resist this beautiful being any longer. She wanted to feel his verpa deep in her, she wanted to give all of herself to this man, but most importantly – she wanted to feel the rhythmic pulsating and throbbing sensation that happened whenever they both climaxed. The next thing you know, she was already undressing him. This fueled his passion to make love to her even more. He wanted to make her wildest fantasies come true. He wanted to hear her call his name softly and breathlessly while she digs her fingertips deep into his back as he thrusts passionately without breaking eye-contact.
They could only handle that much amount of physical pleasure before bursting into a powerful climax together. As each one of them climaxed, the other could see the momentary bliss in each others’ eyes. They knew deep down inside that was a glimpse of how enlightenment truly felt like, and that the art of making love was beyond physical intimacy. The art of making love at its core is purely spiritual, and that they have finally accomplished it after constantly searching for each other in different lifetimes.
They both broke into a smile as they collapsed into each others’ bodies, their souls intertwined for eternity.