By deevaa
Date: 1 November 2000
Three fantasys, as whispered in the night
1. Lip gloss
I move my mouth so close to your ear, so close you can feel damask rose red lips --
slick with gloss -- wet with wanting,
"feel my lips?
yes, feel the wet heat of my mouth.
I know just these words whispered against your, ear make you want me..... my voice,
my voice in the darkness, its enough isn't it?
and my mouth --- I know you love my mouth I watched you, you know.
Watched you, transfixed by my mouth."
"I even slipped my blouse off my shoulders,
let it pool around my waist and you still,
still couldn't tear your eyes away from my lips."
"Then, when I reached my fingers inside the brocade of my bra
slipped them over the hard buds of my nipples, nipples you know are the same damask rose
as my lips ----- still you watch my mouth.
Its not until I pinch the tender bud under my fingertips,
and force myself to bite down on my lip before a wanton gasp escapes."
"ahhhh yes."
"That's when you closed your eyes -- not daring to open them again.
and that's why I'm whispering against your ear now lover --
open your eyes -- I want you to see me.
Open your eyes, yes lover -- Now, tell me what you see?"
2. The Rock Star
"So you want to be a rock star?
Lets play a game --- close your eyes. Relax, May I touch you? here?
Don't just nod-- let me hear you, yes?"
(I pause, lick my lips, make you wait -- anticipation thick in your body,
my fingers trace tiny trails on your back, and I feel you release a tense
shudder as my fingers continue to tease)
"A rock star -- yes, I can imagine you as a rock star.
Long hair, tattoo's, leather trousers -- white silk shirt, open to the
waist.
Mmmmm -- yes, I can image you as a rockstar.
I can see the hint of your nipples against white silk.
Yes, like that -- did you just imagine my mouth on them?
Yes? good. Very good.
Of course if you are a rock star then I must be a groupie,
spiky high heels -- red leather skirt. Short short, of course, and long lean
legs.
I'd have to wear a bikini top, my breasts hardly contained --
my lips -- damask rose yesterday -- wild starlet scarlet today.
Of course, groupies only come in bunches, so we'll be waiting for you
backstage --
6, no 7 of us..... all eyes for you. But of course, you'll pick me. Only me.
So you want to be a rock star?
Well lover, you better show me your moves."
3. The Pilot.
"ahh -- so you like this game of make believe?
You like my voice in the dark -- telling you stories, making your fantasy's come to life, don't you?"
"So who do you want to be today -- a doctor? a fireman? maybe a pilot?
Yes -- thats it, a pilot -- and am I the cabin attendant?
My uniform perfectly presented -- lipstick perfectly applied.
we couldn't mess up my uniform now could we?
that means you can't touch me."
"No.
A pilot wouldn't beg -- that just wouldn't be right.
oh but I could touch you -- service your needs -- sir.
Stand behind you in the cockpit. Now, I wonder, what do they call a pilots seat?
My lips pressed to your ear -- behind you.
I'd reach my hands forward, into your lap -- no, you won't need to undo your seat belt,
I'll lay out these napkins, we don't want a mess on your uniform now do we?"
"My pilot lover, do you like my nail polish?
I know you like red.... deep red.... its the same colour as my panties you know.
Feel my fingers tracing slow sensual paths.... yes, later there'll be time for speed,
but for now, feel my fingers. Watch my fingers. Listen to my voice.
Image my mouth.
Tell me -- talk to me lover, how does that feel?"
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