Taking Care of Business --- a writing exercise

peppercorn

I walk over to lay on the bed, lowering my panties. My right hand slowly wanders downward, reminding my body of the pleasures of the night before. My left hand reaches up to my breast, rubbing gently over the bare nipple I find under my top. I close my eyes, thinking about all that transpired last night.

He was ready -- oh, so ready. I had been thinking about him all afternoon. He touched the back of my thigh and the momentum began to build. My body responded to his every touch, shivering as his fingers glided up and down. He had me, and he knew it. All his special tricks and nuanced moves were tried. He held nothing back.
I was more than ready as he turned me, grabbing my ankle between his strong, muscular legs. I raised my arms above me, tucking them under the pillow. I closed my eyes. One of his hands came up to stroke my breast, while his mouth claimed the other. I felt his other hand press down upon my clit, pressing just enough to get me to the place he wanted me to be. I heard myself cry out as his fingers lightly pulled, squeezing just enough, top and bottom, to shake me to the core.
He resumed his play, stroking lightly, round and round, exciting every nerve, every fleshy bump and curve. My body was primed, dripping sweet goodness onto his hand. He was making this my night, after so many evenings apart, and he knew all the things I had been dreaming of in his absence. His demonstrated skills would have made anyone else think he had been in training for weeks and weeks. I laughed to myself as I thought of this. I knew differently. He understood my body better even than I did. He was a master in the art of pleasure.

My fingers begin their symphony upon my heated flesh as my mind wanders to the fun we had shared. My body begins to feel all the same tingles, all the same tightness, as each fresh recollection comes flooding back into my skin. I slowly stroke my swelling lips, fleshing out the memory and taking me back to the moment. Twisting a nipple, I make the experience more exquisite, more heightened, as I coax myself into a magnificent orgasm, imagining him touching my soul.

He was still rubbing me gently, slowly now, releasing the tension of the first orgasm so that I might enjoy some more. Every time he shook my body, the peak was stronger, more pronounced. He knew his effect on me and I could feel him smiling. I moaned aloud as he brought me into the next one. I tried to keep my reactions quiet, but found it impossible. Just let it come, I thought, let it come. Over and over he brought them on, each one more enjoyable than the last. He kept them coming until I could no longer bear to have another. Curling up in my extreme sensitivity, giggling like a mad woman, I rested a moment as he slowed his delicious torment. And yet, I wanted more. I needed his completion. Climbing atop his muscular body, I guided him inside, deep deep inside. God! He felt so incredible, filling me up as I grabbed at him. All the way in now, my body shook against his, hip to hip, my tremulous clit quaking and throbbing as if it would explode at any moment. I rode him with the passion and the love that only thirty years of knowing someone so well could impart to my pleasures. Continuing the chain of my orgasms, link after delicious link, my extreme enjoyment brought him to his own unbelievable climax. I felt his tension, heard his groans, felt his pleasure, as he released his seed within my walls. My spasms continued around him as we shared our moment. Exhausted, but sated, we held each other, secure in the knowledge of future nights to come.

My body drifts pleasantly down from the charge I have given myself, relaxing now, smiling in my remembrance of the night before. Pulling the blanket under my chin, I turn slowly sideways, drifting off into that semi-dreaming place filled with shimmers and rainbows. Smiling once more, I drift off into peaceful slumber, all set to relive the moment, again, in my dreams.

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SlowHand

Oh, I like this a lot peppercorn...wonderful scene of feeling the heat with some body...near and dear lingering in your mind and dreams.

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Gypsy

Pepper, this is a awesome post, very sensaul,sexyand oh soooooo hot ...
But it is also a great example of flash back tech. Excelent job! Thank you for sharing this.

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ravenquill

When words paint a vision in my mind, the writing is excellent, and this was quite a vision. I really like your choice of words - nothing crude but yet so very descriptive. Those descriptions were, shall we say, "uplifting". Well done, Pepper.

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peppercorn

Thank you for all your kind input. I was trying to work on going between the present and the past while describing the action in two places, to try and see if I could do an effective job without breaking the flow of the writing. It is not an entire story, but the excerpt could one day be placed into one of my stories. I was experimenting with some thoughts and wanted to see if it would work. Thanks again.

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