April 21, 2012

• Manipulations

  It was a manipulation,

  Just using my hands.

  Her naked oiled body lay before me

  Having already been smoothed by my palms.

  Right now both my hands lay between her legs.

  Open, inviting.

  One hand with fingers deep inside;

  The other washing over her puffy lips

  Rubbing the skin back and forth.

   

  Her body moved in waves.

  Her back arching and falling.

  Her breasts rising,

  Her legs opening,

  Her head rolling slowly side to side.

   

  I enjoyed watching her swollen nipples,

  Rise like the mountains once rose in the west.

  Seeing her stomach quiver,

  Her hips move involuntarily,

  Capturing the rhythm and tension of her stress.

  My hands floated with them.  Attached.

  A part of her constant movement.

   

  The manipulation.

  The tiny sensors were touched.

  The fingers inside drove a little deeper,

  Circled and withdrew.

  The fingers on top were in control.

   

  I moved them along her folds.

  Up along her lip and down against her clit.

  Pacing with her hips,

  Feeling her legs open wider,

  Offering all to

  My manipulations.

   

  Suddenly, time was compressing.

  Her movements more rapid,

  As were mine.

  Her breathing more unpredictable,

  Hungrily grabbing the air.

  And my fingers would surprise as well.

  Thrusting or squeezing

  Just once

  Then twice

  Between manipulations.

   

  Her body arched and froze

  My fingers thrust deep and fast.

  Her entire body squeezed into her middle.

  I grazed her clit.  She screamed.  More clit.

  Focused, fast, careful, delicate, tiny exploitations.

  More screaming.  Gasping.  Body wrenching.

   

  My fingers, my palms continued,

  Until her tide began to subside.

  Great crashing waves.

  Each smaller than the last.

  Time slowed and was swallowed.

  Fingers withdrawn.

  Palms moved over her body

  Soothing her yearning for a cuddle,

  Pressing breasts, placing my face on her stomach.

  Her hands cradled my head.

  Her fingers sunk into my thick hair.

  My eyes watching her

  Catching breath, smiling lips, grateful eyes.

  • 2:22 pm
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