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By *risky_Mare OP Woman
over a year ago
...Up on the Downs |
The setting was strange, as it often is in dreams. There were a row of low, white-walled enclosures in an English parkland, like an open plan outdoor hotel.... The linen was dazzling white in the sun and contrasted really strongly to the lush green grass. It was the morning after, they were dozing, and she saw a carriage approach drawn by two bay horse. Three ladies were out for a drive, parading themselves just for fun, dressed up to the nines in brightly coloured steampunk victoriana - fancy hats with huge striped green satin bows and veils, fitted silk bodices, fulsome layered skirts - they really looked the part.
She recognised one of her friends and sliding down to the bottom of the bed called out to her as they passed, and they circled round to briefly say 'Hi!' and tell of their tour before continuing on their way laughing and joking.
The calling stirred him, she felt him lazily roll over to the foot of the bed with that 'man stirring' rumble of a moan that came from the depth of his chest, and then she felt the warmth and weight of his body as it arrived close behind her.
She reached over, her hand found a strong masculine arm and cupped around the smooth skin of his bicep which flexed slightly in response, and she felt immediate arousal which flowed through her body and slipped out in a low, breathy 'Hmmmm'.
She turned over to raise herself up to kiss him, but before she could reach his lips he pushed her back down to the bed and rolled partly over onto her, pinning her down with his weight, so she was helpless to do anything but hungrily kiss the shoulder that she could reach, and melt into his control as she knew the sensual, erotic, slow pleasure was about to start all over again....................  |
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By *risky_Mare OP Woman
over a year ago
...Up on the Downs |
He raised himself off her, hovering over her, moving across her body so close she could feel his breath as if he was scanning her skin, choosing a place to touch, to kiss….but the touch never came, just the whisper of breath, then moving on again….. Every inch of her skin became alive with anticipation as his face traced her form and he whispered ‘So sexy….’ He smiled as he saw her reaction, the little gasp she let out, the writhing that showed how her anticipation was building….and then with the most astonishing control he slowly lifted himself right up, walked a couple of paces across the room, and slowly, deliberately, smiling, dropped some ice tinkling into one glass then another, and started to pour…. |
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