Fantasy/Reality

Written by: Elegance Copyright © 2006

Her fingers went towards the bell in hesitation. She knew she had to do it. She wanted to do it. She had to see him. It’s natural to feel this way since it was only my first date with him! she said to herself in an effort to calm her reluctant soul. Her heartbeats were racing in her chest. The memory strip passing through her head reminded her of the first time she met him. He curiously attracted her attention amongst all people she had dinner with that night. And she noticed how he squinted his eyes as if trying to recollect where he had seen her before. She felt a strange feeling of recognition although she was sure that she never met him before. She had always been very good in memorising faces. It was true that she had a hard time remembering names, but not faces; she could never forget a face. Yet she was sure that his face was not the face that she had seen before although it looked very familiar. Even his voice was extremely familiar, as if it was a voice she had known all her life.She took a deep breath and pressed the bell button now, she was calm and ready. He opened the door immediately. Was he waiting by the door? A question raced in her mind. He bashfully greeted her and placed two kisses on her cheeks. Took her to the bar and offered her a drink. Sitting on the bar’s stool, she was trying very hard to act normal by starting the typical boring conversation one starts in a gathering with strangers or people seen occasionally. He played along with her and at times he even over did it. Cracking into high laughter and occasionally touching her knee made her almost jump off her seat with each touch, but she pretended she was jumping out of laughter, not from the excitement that was seeping through her veins every time she felt his touch.

When he excused himself to go to the bathroom, she took the opportunity to change her seat in a comfortable sofa facing the T.V. He came back with a surprised look on his face. “Are you more comfortable there?” He questioned. She nodded raising her wine glass up in a gesture to show her approval. He sat beside her, grabbed his own glass, and clicked it against hers.

As time passed, while watching a comedy show on T.V. and bursting into laughter, they got closer and closer to each other. Every time she turned around, she found his face closer, and their eyes froze for few seconds. It was as if the eyes had their own language, as if she heard his eyes telling her how shy he was to kiss her, although he wanted so much to do that. They even told her how much he dreamt of this moment ever since he met her. She sensed both hearts beats picking up speed as if they were in a marathon, while all other sounds around them completely disappeared. The T.V., the paintings, the books gradually vanished. They were in a trance-like state.

She looked down at his hand that was trying to get closer to hers. He grabbed her hands and caressed them tenderly. She looked back into his eyes imagining how it would feel to have her lips against his. And she realized that he did the same. Suddenly, and without any word being said, they both were engaged in the longest seductive kiss. The kiss that sucked her soul out of her body. His fingers started running smoothly around her body as if he was drawing a heavenly picture on her soft skin, while his tongue was caressing her. When his hand finally reached her most private parts, she sighed uncontrollably in his ear. The act excited him even more. They both started hastily taking each other’s clothes off. Calling out, moaning and sighing together, all their senses were wide open to this beautiful sensation. She felt her vaginal blood vessels about to explode. He went down on her and started to stimulate her a bit more, but she did not need that since she was already stimulated. She could not take it anymore and found herself on his lap rubbing against his erection. Her hands strongly held his neck while her tongue searched it, as she manipulated his ear. His shiver raised the lust in her body, an indication that it was time for penetration. Here was her man who was giving her pleasure and joy, telling her the most romantic things and the lewdest things. She had several orgasms waking the whole world with her cries. Their fantasy for months had finally ended and it became reality.

When the rush calmed down, they exchanged glances and he gave her a reassuring press on her hand. They realized they were both wet. They had experienced an eternity of good moments. They had just made love to each other for the first time, in the world of their imagination, and it was magical.

The Dancer

written by: Elegance
He was a beautiful dancer with an impeccable baby-face on a perfectly seductive body. He danced so gracefully with different women, like a bee moving from one flower to another, taking the best essence of each. So tempted by her favorite music, her love for dancing and her admiration of this lovely dancer, she could not resist asking him to dance with her; without thinking of rejection, without hesitation. He accepted with a surprised face, and surprisingly to her, he accepted her offer.

They grasped each other’s hands and embraced until they became one body moving so gracefully around the dancing floor. People did not exist and the music took them to another place in another timed domain. They were floating in the air between clouds. His masculine left palm held her soft right hand so strongly like a supporting pin. His right arm cupped her waist so tenderly while his fingers controlled every movement of her body. To the right, then to the left. As if it was an embroidered silk fan between the fingers of a Spanish countess who moved it to pass a different signal each and every time she moved it right in those directions. He held her so close that she felt her chest melting in his. At the same time, her left hand touched the back of his neck, where she felt the drops of sweat trickling between her fingers against his soft skin. His vibrant energy suddenly overtook her and immersed her in him endlessly. His clean flesh aroma mixed with his perfume activated sensuality in each and every cell of her body. His soft fringe falling down on his right eye, added more beauty to him.

Their bodies were united, their heartbeats rhymed with the music. Their legs moved together in coordination as if they were professional dancers. She could not resist drawing a figure eight with the tip of her right shoe in the floor space between his slightly opened legs, then drawing it to the back of her body, causing the entire leg to jerk away in a sudden move. And, before he could make his move, she brought her leg back again and slid it slowly up and down the length of his leg in a seductive way to tease his manhood. And as the music picked up beat, so did his teased desires. When suddenly, he drew her back close to him. When she tried to pull one leg away, he pushed one leg forward. One, two, three, up he carried her from her narrow waist, and flipped her on his hip bone where she sat crossed legged then she uncrossed her long smooth legs while sliding down with her back against his chest in quick movements that peaked their orgasm.

He turned her around then pulled her back to him, hugging her strongly till she felt motionless in his arms until the music stopped, declaring the end of her favorite song“La cumparsita” .

© COPYRIGHT ELEGANCE 2005

Stay Away

written by: Elegance

Why couldn’t you stay away from my life? If I can’t be with you and within you, I’d rather be way away from you.

It took me months to get over the severe burns of the anxiety of my heart of being with you. The marks stayed, but they didn’t hurt that much as they did before. I was contented.

Why did you have to come back again and dig the same wound? It hurts now even more than before.

You give me hope, then you take it away from me. Your sweet and tender words still circulate in my blood vessels, watering each and every cell of my body.

Is it a game you are playing? If it is, then it’s as brutal as the Roman coliseum. Knowing that I am weaker than you, my death is inevitable. But death is not what scares me; it’s the slow and long term torture that terrifies me.

I lost my soul in your eyes that day and I still can’t find it. Bring it back to me and let me live again. Be merciful if you can for once, just be a little bit merciful, for you have left behind the remains of a human being.

© COPYRIGHT ELEGANCE 2005