Devoured. By an insatiable woman a hundred miles away, a thousand, five thousand. By a woman he’s never met.
Devoured.
That’s how he feels as he collapses into the bed, as he drags the cool, crisp sheets back across his naked body. Devoured. Exhausted.
And alive.
Exhilarated.
Charged.
He closes his eyes, and tries to picture her. Soft breasts capped with lust-swollen nipples. A mound embellished with a fine thread of soft curls. The lips of her sex sleek and inviting, gleaming with lust. The perceptive gaze, rich with piercing desire. A sinful smile. The noise of the midnight traffic outside begins to fade, and the sound of her voice resonates softly through his imagination. The sweet gasps of her pleasure. Her climax rising, soaring for an instant, and then fading deliciously back into silence. He remembers the way he ached to hear her voice in the room with him, to have her breathe into his ear.
His spent cock begins to swell again.
He’s just the latest man to excite her by Messenger. The latest to try and entice her with the quality of his carnal imagination. The latest to seek to satisfy her by the power of his words alone. The latest, and undoubtedly not the last.
It’s inevitable. She’s an insatiable woman, after all.
But maybe he’ll linger in her memory a little while yet.
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Rest assured, your words are more than potent enough to render you memorable; heady even, intoxicating, exhilarating… breathtaking.
Thank you, Minx - that means a lot from you…
~EA
And here I was going to ask if I could add you to Messenger…but after this, I think your dance card is going to be full for a while. Sigh.
A full dance card? Oh, I don’t think so, Vanessa, but thank you for thinking that it might be…
~EA
Freddy — Speak and the world is full of singing,
And I’m winging Higher than the birds.
Touch and my heart begins to crumble,
The heaven’s tumble, Darling, and I’m… Eliza — Words!
Words! Words! I’m so sick of words!
I get words all day through;
First from him, now from you! Is that all you blighters can do?
Don’t talk of stars Burning above; If you’re in love,
Show me! Tell me no dreams
Filled with desire. If you’re on fire,
Show me! Here we are together in the middle of the night!
Don’t talk of spring! Just hold me tight!
Anyone who’s ever been in love’ll tell you that
This is no time for a chat! Haven’t your lips
Longed for my touch? Don’t say how much,
Show me! Show me! Don’t talk of love lasting through time.
Make me no undying vow. Show me now!
Sing me no song! Read me no rhyme!
Don’t waste my time, Show me!
Don’t talk of June, Don’t talk of fall!
Don’t talk at all! Show me!
Never do I ever want to hear another word.
There isn’t one I haven’t heard.
Here we are together in what ought to be a dream;
Day one more word and I’ll scream!
Haven’t your arms Hungered for mine?
Please don’t “expl’ine,” Show me! Show me!
Don’t wait until wrinkles and lines
Pop out all over my brow,
Show me now!
Ignore Eliza Doolittle EA - words are very nice indeed, especially yours.
mwah
Ell
What a lovely thing to say. Thank you, Ell. Mind you, visuals are still beautiful. Oh, and those glorious moments when they dovetail perfectly with the right words…
~EA
Ahhh she may be insatiable.. and he may not be the last.. but somehow i do believe that he will linger in her memory and even on her skin.. even as far away as they may be from one another.
Whew.. very erotic and lucious words you do put to paper.. very..
thank you .. ever so much!
That’s lovely of you to say so, Lea - thank you…
~EA
Are you my Mr. Hard Cock? I would love to think you were. mmmmmmmm. x. e.
I have this sneaking feeling that I’m not, Ellie. But as it’s a sinking feeling too, it’s fair to say that I wish I were…
~EA
Your words are incredible; like liquid sensuality. Sometimes I feel like they read me, not the other way around.
Léonie, that’s one of the most beautiful complements anyone’s ever paid me about my writing. Thank you so much…
~EA
Your words are powerful and sensual enough to make an insomniac like me, finally go to sleep with a smile on her face.
As I’m pacing through my home in the middle of the night, I find that if I take a few minutes to read through one of your posts I can relax enough to sleep. I know it’s a little weird, but the rhythm and flow of your words are very entrancing and soothing. You are a very talented writer.
So I thank you for a good nights rest, full of sinfully sexy dreams!
Sage
You’re very welcome, Sage - I’m delighted to have been of such use…
~EA
Devoured. Yes. Such a thrill in the power to do so - with words written, little clicks from so far away. To get lost in the feelings of those words. Sometimes with a picture. It is absolutely wonderful.
Yes it is, Rosie. Yes it is…
~EA
Delicious, naughty and hopefully not the last cry. Now, can you mail me your MSM details.
They’re on the RHS of the site, Suze - if you *really* want them…
~EA
Thank you! I simply love your writing, always, but this post touched me so deeply.
Thank you for the lovely complement, M - I’m pleased you enjoyed the post so much…
~EA
Seriously EA you’d give Cyrano (in terms of writing only, not the nose) a run for his money.
x
Ana, yet again you’ve paid my writing such a wonderful complement - thank you…
~EA
Your writing is so beautiful! The English have always had a wonderful grip on the language - you make everything come magically to life! Can I add you to my MSN?
Please?
Thank you, Eve. And please feel free to add me as a contact…
~EA
Oh, thank you. I have added you to my MSN. Please keep writing such beautiful stories!
I’ll do my very best, Eve…
~EA