SJ - thank you
Here is something very different...I hope you all enjoy...
...and especially for FIRESIGN...this is for you...
That One MomentYou did this to me. Just you. All I did was tell you what I wanted at some point in time. It was up to you when that time was. I wanted you to surprise me...and you did. Much more than I had ever imagined, better than I had ever dreamed. You fulfilled this desire...fantasy if you will...more than I thought possible. That one moment found in time eternal.
I was asleep. We had gone to bed early that day. I had just spent the previous 5 hours working with a rather headstrong filly, much like my Brandy of youth, after a 12 hour shift at work. You had just worked 16 hours and we were both exhausted. We both had the next night off.
After a long hot soak in the tub to relax muscles and a good body massage for each other, rubbing in much needed oils to restore lost moisture in our skin, we curled up together - you holding me tight - and passed out. I don't remember anything, not a thing, after that.
Until that one moment.
That one moment in time where my whole body was so utterly relaxed, unable to resist a single thought, a single movement...a single touch. You had gently removed yourself from me, how you managed not to wake me up is still beyond me. I must have been really out of it. I'm not exactly a light sleeper, but I notice it when you leave. I might not sense it then, but when I awaken after a good rest, I know if you have left the bed for any reason. I know when you pull away to roll over...I just do. But this time...it must have been the exhaustion, because I did not feel you gone, I did not sense your absence...nothing...until that one moment.
Treading lightly across the wood floor to the nearby chest of drawers, you opened one of them silently. Then reaching in, you pulled out the harness. Quietly, so as not to wake me, you donned the tool, tightening the leather straps, making sure the fit was snug. It must have worked because I never noticed, but I knew what you had to do. I'm not sure what you did from that point, but you warmed it before crawling back into bed...or maybe you got back into bed and let our body heat warm it up. I don't know. I know you spooned me from behind, like we always do, my back pressed against your chest, my hips folded into yours with the front of your thighs up against the backs of mine.
Lying there, quietly listening to the steady rhythm of my breath, unchanged...even with the disturbance of you leaving and coming back. I am quite surprised at this, because I even notice when you leave just to go to the restroom. Sliding one hand under my waist, the other on top, you pull my hips toward you. I know this, because it was part of my dream, part of my fantasy. To ease into this. To still be asleep when it all happened so that all I was awake for, all I was conscious for, was that one moment.
Easing my hips back, you reach down with one hand, spreading my lips carefully, but with no hesitation; because you knew once you got started, there would be no stopping. You knew you needed to go all the way with this idea, even if I woke now or halfway through. I also knew that instinctively, that if I trusted the person with my life, completely, I would comply by unconsciously pushing my hips back and opening up...not knowing I was doing this. This must have happened, because I do not remember anything but that one moment.
I know lube was used, for being asleep and no arousal on my part, this would have been difficult and uncomfortable. So, well lubed and with a guiding hand, you slid into me, pushing steadily until you were in as far as you can go. I know I must have made some kind of movement, acknowledgment, something...how could I not? Removing your hand to grasp my hip again, you pulled back just enough to feel it slide out...just a little...then with your strong hands you pulled my hips toward you again, bending my body so that you can get deeper penetration. I think this is when I started to wake, everything was still groggy and unfocused, I was still off in dreamland, of where my dreams must exist but do not follow me to wakefulness as I rarely remember my dreams. Pulling out again and pushing back in, deeper, you begin to slide in and out, a smooth insistant rhythm, feeling my body respond to you like it had never before. There were no thoughts, no barriers...no walls here. Just you...pushing me toward that one moment.
Noticing my bodies movement, reaching back with every thrust in, you let go of my hip to reach around and down, sliding your fingers inside, between my folds, feeling the heat and gathering wetness that was my own. The probe slid in deeper now, less resistance as I became aroused, the head pushing up against my g-spot while your fingers danced over my clit...teasing me...taking me to that one moment.
It did not take long, not long at all. With all barriers of awareness gone, I can totally commit to what my body was feeling...every stretch the skin made as you pushed in, filling every crevasse...every fold. The skin on my clit being pulled back every time you push in, exposing the ultra-sensitive tip to the caresses of your fingers, taking me ever closer to that one moment.
I woke to strong hands on my hips, your chest against my back, your breath hot in my ear as I hear you whisper loving words into my senses as I drew ever closer. My center was clasping and unclasping faster, harder as I felt the tide rise and crash with unexpected fluidity, white lights dancing behind closed eyelids, your name bursting from my lips as the realization hit me. That one moment I wanted was here.
The orgasm was as powerful as it was easy, as electric as it was comforting, as unexpected as it was expected. With a low moan following the cry of release, I reach back with my hands, grasping your hips as they continued to thrust against me, pushing the probe deeper as I opened up further...pushing back into you, begging you not to stop...asking for more...to prolong that one moment as I continued to ride the wave that still beat within my body...my soul. That one moment found in time eternal.
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Tara: You think you know. What's to come. What you are. You haven't even begun."
- Restless
Amber Benson Accolade
Edited by: dynarb at: 1/18/04 12:34 am