Tiny Circles  

bedroomice2003 44M
359 posts
10/2/2005 1:14 am

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Tiny Circles

“Tiny circles” you implored, and I was only too happy to comply. You were the director of this symphony and we were making music that made the ground shudder with explosive chords and a rapturous finale. But it was not over yet. The second movement found you embracing me as though I were another instrument in your ensemble. Your lips pressed tightly against me, drawing my energy, increasing your tempo until I was putty in your hands. You alone had the power to subdue even my wildest instincts and your eyes cast a knowing glance upward, knowing what was coming next. I positioned you across my lap like a cello and played, the director became the directed, and your sound echoed across the room as I drew you closer to me. With each stroke, the music became lower and more primal until we reached yet another crescendo of pleasure. The warm velvet of your skin tightened and relaxed in a spasm of ecstasy, erupting into a chorus of our own mutual climax.

The only thing missing was an audience.

SweetDarlinAngel 39F
2996 posts
10/5/2005 11:09 am

I'll dance for you. I'll sing for you. Direct me, play me, your hands will conduct my music and I flow from your fingertips like the glorious classical piece that you envision.


bedroomice2003 44M

10/6/2005 1:15 am

An instrument just makes noise until there is someone talented enough to make beautiful music. You could be Mozart.

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