A story of desire

I’ve known her for while now, well not exactly known but felt. It sounds crazy but from the first moment I laid eyes on her creamy skin she was in my soul. She was my desire. I’ve never been with a woman before. But her vibe has always teased my thoughts. And when I laid eyes on her I knew I wanted her. Not only her body but I wanted her spirit, I could feel her soul by just staring at her. I’ve known her before, kissed her, made love, touched her. Her name is Helena. I saw Helena first in college she was a quiet beautiful exotic girl. You could tell she was part African American but maybe Spanish or Hawaiian or something else also. I don’t know why but after freshmen year I never saw her again. And for three years following I thought of her. And as I sit alone in the jazz club watching her twirl like a snake on stage I feel all those feeling come back. I graduated college three years ago, why do I still feel her? I’m thinking music had something to do with her leaving college. She sings as and angel would as her provocative dress rises and falls in all the right ways. The stage light illuminates her silhouette from behind making her look like a perfect mirrored image. The way her eyes slant down to the slope of her pointed nose the way her cheekbones glow when her lips spread into an innocent smile makes her flawless. My desire kicks in over time. I want to touch her badly, kiss her cravenly, and hold her like she’s life…..I can imagine…..her bare, beautiful in all her glory. All woman. We’re apart..for now. I stare at her, she stares at me.Everything her man has taken for granted I see, Every pain she’s ever endured I feel. I see her ways she wishes her lover would.I notice things he wouldn’t like her wavy but slightly curly hair. Brown but shaded green eyes. Her eyes glisten and she whispers “I need you.” I reach our to her, she’s like a precious Jewel in my arms, I handle her with care. I slide my tongue across her lips and she responds,our tongue’s meet. Electricity. My fingers brush from the side of her face to her navel slowly and gently. I take her into sight first. My hands slide down her bare back, I pull her onto my lap, I want to feel her center. Her legs are spread around my hips and I lock our centers together and in slow circular motions we connect. She breaks our sensual kiss to let out a moan but I need to feel her warmth. I brink her back to me. I love her. She whispers “I’ve..ne.never..done..th..this before..” With that I push my hips to hers harder to bring us closer. “ahh..”, she moans loudly. Tears escape my eyes I don’t know whether it’s the passion, love or just the intense feeling. She looks into my eyes and I feel her soul just like so many times before but this time it more powerful. Her breathing increases and she works her hips faster. I lean back slightly to kick one leg out. Her center grinds on mine. “oh oh…yes”, loud moans escape my mouth as she smacks her center to mine “yes..yes.” it’s like she has a dick. I can hear our juices smacking every time she plows her hips into mine. Sweat, tears, moans, and high emotion surrounds us like a cloud and for mere seconds I’m on cloud nine. I’m not sweating, she’s not sweating,she’s angelic, she’s beautiful……. She’s…… on stage finishing up “If Only you knew” originally by Patti La belle. I get up to exit the room chuckling slightly to myself, “Desire is a Motherfucker.”

A story of desire

SecretSoul89

Joined January 2008

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