Faith
The substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen
You are at the end of my bed, leaning against the wall, and watching me.
I close my eyes and your voice fills me. You are speaking to me. I love your voice and it enters into me. This is always true, that your words and your voice make me wet, whatever they speak about.
And has been true since we met. This feeling that we will come apart if we do not have each other soon. A current that underlies, always, everything that has passed between us.
It is always there, this erotic current, potent and compelling and drawing us, a tributary of a larger river. We know we could let go and be swept away…perhaps drown. We’ve always known that if we once let go we could fall and never stop.
I open my eyes. I watch you.
I want to know you.
Everything.
I want you to know me. Everything.
I am lying on my back, naked, while you sit naked and leaning against the far wall.
There is sunlight pouring through the window and onto this bed, touching us both and binding us together, though we are too far away to touch each other directly. Still, the same light spills over us.
The way I want you to spill over me and in me soon.
Over my breasts, my mouth, my lips, even my face…I will open my mouth and catch as much of you on my tongue as you will let me.
I will savour your taste and every drop, every spurt, that you give me of yourself.
But right now we prolong this knowing of each other, this slow exploration.
I lie back and spread my legs wide for you.
Your eyes hold mine….but cannot help moving over my body too, the same way you cannot help sliding your hand over your shaft, the same way I cannot help also watching you, your beautiful hands on your gorgeous cock. The cock that is so swollen now and longing. The head of it shines with precum and I want you to kneel over me now, and fuck my mouth, my face, my throat, but we won’t, not yet, not yet.
I cannot decide what I want more, your hands on me or your cock in me. I only know that I have to have you, all of you, and give you all of me without restraint– I want everything.
Again and again our eyes meet, we lose our selves in looking and then we find ourselves again in each other’s eyes.
I reach down to my naked, shaven pussy and with both hands, I slowly open myself for you as you watch.
I want you to see me, to know me.
I can feel the cool breeze over me there, and I can feel how wet I am. That wetness that I know you see there too now, pooling, glistening. I can feel it flowing more now, trickling out and soaking my thighs and these sheets, because you are watching me, while I watch you.
My clit has never felt so swollen and so in need of attention, that skilled attention that you or I could give to it now, but I will not touch it, not yet.
I see you swallow and I know what you are thinking.
I spead my legs even wider, even more, and I feel myself open and splayed now like a book for you to read, a book I give you.
I can feel that I am completely open to you now, you can see everything, and you can see the way I am split open for you like a fruit.
Something juicy and red and sweet and soft.
And still we wait.
I want to hold myself open to you like this, so that you know and can see–without words now–that I am giving you my desire, my lust, my self. So you know you can fuck me, possess me, in any way you’d wish.
I feel helpless not to do so, and I know you feel helpless too. It is like having no choice—except that there is.
I choose.
Always.
And—I choose you. You.
I am holding my breath.
This moment hangs here in the air.
This last moment before we lose all restraint
.
Now I close my eyes.
My thighs are trembling, already.
What will you explore me with first, I wonder?
And where?
Will it be your tongue I feel first? Or your lips?
Your fingers?
Your cock?
I do not know, but I want everything.
I will give you—everything.
The smell of the river floods the room, the smell of desire, already.
There will be time, there will be time, in this room, for everything.
my eyes are closed, my breath is caught, i can feel my heart beating and the insides of my thighs tremble. I wait.
I have faith.
on August 28th, 2005 at 8:38 pm
Btw, I stole the image of the book from my lovely Chelsea Girl, at http://prettydumbthings.typepad.com/chelseagirl/2005/07/open_me_like_a_.html
I know she’ll get the Buffy reference, and might forgive me. xxxO
on August 28th, 2005 at 9:36 pm
Oh, Buffy! And here I had my internal D.J. playing the George Michaels hit. Which just goes to show you exactly how much I am mired in my late adolescence.
Lovely lovely erotic writing, my dear O.
You may take anything from me you wish, but if you insist on merely availing yourself of my words, then I will have to be satisfied with that small offering to my bitchgoddess…
on August 28th, 2005 at 10:03 pm
O, your surrender is lovely… as are the tools you use to build your house.
Always,
- jeff
on August 29th, 2005 at 6:15 am
The tongue, O…
Always the tongue first.
The substance of things hoped for, pales in comparison to the gratification of obtaing that which you desire.
You will have it, O.
(And, man… I can’t wait to read THAT post!)
A beautifully hot post, O. (But then, what did I expect?)
on August 29th, 2005 at 6:18 am
…pardon my poor spelling of the word obtaining…
on August 29th, 2005 at 7:05 am
O, my sweet…
This post — this, of all the others — is one of the most beautiful and pure pieces of erotic poetry that i have ever read. Ever.
Soaring to new heights, you must have been inspired by one so special to you… it shines out from beneath your words. You have truly come of age in your erotica.
Astoundingly good writing. Not a surprise but definitely a delight. Brava!
Minxxxxxx
on August 29th, 2005 at 8:22 am
There are countless things that I could write here in response to this, but I would rather say them to you in private. I am holding my breath too, and waiting; I am sustained by the same faith that we will explore and know each other.
But I think I’ll make you wait a long time to find out which you’ll feel first…
on August 29th, 2005 at 11:42 am
Thanks little O.. as always, we bow at your feet
D&S
on August 29th, 2005 at 9:00 pm
The exploration with a new lover is exhilirating is not my darling O?
In your words I feel all of your sensations, the longing, the ache. The joy at the thought of being devoured by him. The intense way your need for him grows.
I feel helpless not to do so, and I know you feel helpless too.
Those are the words that effect me most.
Sometimes we have no choice but to give ourselves and have faith that our hearts are leading us to our destiny.
I think you have found your destiny sweetheart.
Hold him.
Devour him.
Cherish him.
He was made to fit in your arms.
Beautiful writing as always.
You are flawless.
Poetry in motion.
on August 29th, 2005 at 11:47 pm
That of which we cannot speak we must remain silent.
on September 3rd, 2005 at 2:53 pm
wow! where will he explore her first? I’m dying to find out!
on September 3rd, 2005 at 6:11 pm
Deliberately not touching … one of the most erotic, intimate and exposing acts between lovers … fabulously expressed, legs and heart wide open … Gorgeous.
Thanks for sharing, also by e-mail (!), and wishing you fabulous experiences, hopefully with hands and tongue and cock everywhere you want … Go.
on September 9th, 2005 at 10:11 pm
Anticipation
what made birthdays, Christmases, Halloweens, Hanukkah, and so many other days wonderful. For without wanting they would pass as any other day. If anticipaitons applied to a day results in fun, happiness and wonderful feelings. One’s mind need not stray to long to ponder the effects on the already delicious sensations of play. Physical caresses exciting minds till the part and soar above, watching semi-there, semi-already further in the haze of pleasure. Even just words and thoughts of such actions lead ones heart to race, blood rushing to tantalize our bodies without the slightest touch. And here O, you write of drinking in the sight of a lover’s body, slight touches opening oneself to the other, images of desire-awakened and released to feast…and you stir in anticipation to the most intoxicating of elixors…my Oh my…
on September 23rd, 2005 at 12:34 pm
I enjoyed your story, and thought clever your quote from Hebrews, with the twist at the end. Well done.