a sinful moment  

rm_silkditty 67F
12408 posts
8/4/2006 8:45 pm
a sinful moment

I stretched out on my back on top of ornate, silk pillows under a copper pyramid, to see if I could ease the physical and emotional fatigue that had descended upon me.

In the center of the floor beneath the pyramid was a large crystal ball the size of a basketball. A light fixed under the crystal made the crystal glow in ever-changing colors of red, purple, orange, green, blue, magenta.

I sighed. The ceiling above me was a deep indigo blue, the walls of the room covered in pale gold curtains, giving the room an intimate, foreign feeling, dark. I left the door open, no one was on the second floor but me. I started to relax. Stillness.

My hand caressed my stomach. I was wearing loose clothing. I could hear people talking downstairs, the sound of drums. My hand slid past my waistband, deep down to the center of my being. I felt the hard nubbin of pleasure, my fleshy lips fuzzy, needing to be shaved.

Would it feel different to pleasure myself under a copper pyramid, where supposedly the energy changed my aura?

As I touched myself, I thought of the changes taking place in my life, the choices that faced me, the questions I had about what life was showing me.

Wet. I was getting wet. It did feel different. I casually slid my hand over my little girl and she responded. Suddenly, it was no longer a casual experience. Sharp desire seized me and I felt my pussy open, hot and primitive, ready. A demanding craving flooded my body, and my finger quickened its knowledge.

I heard someone on the stairs and yet for a moment I did not stop what I was doing, though I could be easily seen from the hallway. The danger accelerated the pleasure.

Then I pulled my hand away.

A woman dressed all in white entered the room. I did not greet her and smile as I would normally do, I simply watched her enter and sit down on some pillows opposite me. Neither of us spoke.

The room expanded to include her energy, and I rested quietly, my body now subdued.

After awhile, she shifted and then also laid down on her back. We breathed together in the dark stillness. I turned my head and saw fine breasts under her white t-shirt.

If I had turned on my side and shifted towards her, I could have reached out and touched her dark hair. I wondered how she would react if I did that. I didn't feel desire for her, just curiosity about her reaction, if I would frighten her.

After awhile I got up and left the room. I had work ahead of me that would be infused with sensuality.

Hours later, I am still in a state of heightened sensuality.


I don't want to masturbate. I don't want to have sex. I don't know what I want. Maybe I want to make love.

I don't like it when I don't know what I want, or when I see a hundred different shifting versions of reality.

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florallei 100F

8/4/2006 11:40 pm

beautifully written...TY SD

LabioBent 106M
2082 posts
8/5/2006 3:33 am

Very sensual!


wickedeasy 68F  
31340 posts
8/5/2006 3:19 pm

do you have to know?

perhaps your lesson here is to be at peace with not knowing

You cannot conceive the many without the one.

rm_magnet4u22 50F
18406 posts
8/5/2006 9:21 pm

My problem is that I know what I want....


Intensity4U 54M
7432 posts
8/5/2006 9:52 pm

Hey silkditty Interesting. Maybe it's a time to not try to think about what you want - just think about what you're feeling. I don't know. ??

hereIam51757 57F
8001 posts
8/6/2006 6:56 am

"I don't want to masturbate. I don't want to have sex. I don't know what I want. Maybe I want to make love.

I don't like it when I don't know what I want, or when I see a hundred different shifting versions of reality."

SD -- I too am in the same predicament, yesterday and today.
Not knowing sucks. But knowing, and being unable to make it happen is far worse!

Hugs to you,

ohcurious14 60M  
1684 posts
8/10/2006 8:04 am

Erotically stimulating

Drofpussology4u 60M
4843 posts
8/11/2006 4:04 am

Sounds very woman.

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