Winter's Chill, A Twisted Desire

It has been a long day at work; things have not gone my way, and I’m frustrated, to say the least. Fed up for the day, I leave the office about 20 minutes early to enjoy a refreshing walk down toward the ferry terminal. It is a bit on the chilly side at the start of winter, and light rain is falling, but the air smells clean and crisp. I shiver, and goosebumps populate down my arms.

As I walked toward the ferry terminal, I let my mind dwell on a vision from a couple of nights ago. You wore a tight, full-length yellow and green dress with a white top. You wore a lifting bra under it that brought out some of your best features, and the curve of your body imprinted itself on my mind. I think about how amazing you are, and as I get to the ferry terminal, I pull out my phone and text you.

“Hey – thinking about you in that yellow and green dress.”

It takes a couple of minutes before you respond since you are teaching the kids. “I am wearing it again today because it is hot in the house.” You love wearing it because it’s one of your coolest outfits.

I feel my penis twitch with excitement; it always jerks around when you wear clothes like these. I let you know that I am at the terminal and will be home at the usual time, then put my phone in my pocket and catch my ride.

As we pull away from the dock, thoughts about my day and dread of repeating it tomorrow begin to intrude until I intentionally turn my thoughts back to you. I remember the sensation of touching your body: your face and neck and your breasts. Something stirs in my groin area, and I feel a growing pressure on the front of my pants. It becomes very uncomfortable, so I stand up to move about the cabin for a few seconds before returning to my seat. Feeling much better, I close my eyes and picture you naked—such a fantastic sight.

You sent me a selfie earlier in the day, so I pull out my phone and stare longingly into your eyes. It has been five days since we have been intimate, so it’s no wonder that as thoughts of you fill my mind, my penis gets hard again. I moved it into a good position as I walked, so it doesn’t hurt this time, but I can’t call it comfortable. I stand up when the boat docks, feeling awkward about the bulge. But as I walk toward the car park, the hardness subsides somewhat.

You text me, “Dinner is ready.”

I text back, “Sweet! But can it wait for a bit?” You reply that it can.

When I get home and climb the stairs, the kids run out to greet me first. I hug them, then head into the kitchen to find you in that same green and yellow dress. This is it—the moment of truth. This first kiss will mean everything. I’ll know in an instant if the evening will go anywhere close to where I want. But there’s a quiet certainty inside me telling me everything will be alright.

I push you up against the stove as I turn you around, careful not to touch the hot eyes. There in front of me are those wonderful orbs of goodness. I cannot help but reach out and take each in one of my hands. Then I lean in and kiss you.

When our lips meet, I feel a current of desire transmitting between us. We graze against each other’s mouths, and the tingle is electric. Your lips feel so soft, so full, and you part them slightly as you brush them over mine. We kiss gently, you moving your face so your lips can settle on different parts of mine. Then you run your tongue over my mouth to moisten it so our lips can glide over each other. Softly, we brush against the sensitive nerve endings that lie just underneath our skin.

This kind of soft kissing feels so erotically charged. There are no thrusting tongues ramming down throats, none of the hungry chomping so characteristic of movie scenes. You seem to know implicitly that what thrills me the most is to feel your soft lips running gently over mine.

One of my hands drops down and pulls up your dress along the side, then slips down your garment to find your thighs and butt. I give a gentle but firm squeeze, and I’m sure you must feel my penis hardening through your dress and my pants. I part your vaginal lips and tug very softly at your clitoris, and your lips part. You’re breathing heavily, making your breasts rise and fall.

Then I pull away and back out of the kitchen, leaving you to deal with what just happened. You seem a bit confused about what this means; I can tell I’ve taken you by surprise.

I walk back to the bedroom and lock the door. Then I call for you through the shared bathroom, and you come around the corner. I lock the door behind me as I force your back against the wall. I push your arms up over your head and plant another kiss on your lips, and you moan, maybe a little too loudly but stifled, so the kids do not hear.

As I kiss you, I let go of your arms and pull your dress up and over your head. Then I reach around and unclasp your bra, allowing your beautiful breasts to fall into my waiting hands. As I drag the garment down your arms, I take the time to enjoy kissing your body all over. My lips travel from your neck down to each breast, ensuring each nipple gets the same attention. Meanwhile, I reach down and rub you, loving the way your vagina opens for me and how your undergarment grows damper beneath my touch.

You jerk and writhe as I rub you with a slow, steady rhythm. I stop kissing your nipple and move up to kiss your neck, bite you gently, then whisper in your ear.

“You have a delicious vagina. I want to feel it. I want to taste it. I WILL be inside it.”

I suddenly turn you around and push your breasts up against the tiled wall, and both your nipples react to the coldness by firming up. With one hand on top of both of yours high above your head, I place a knee between your legs to spread them more and find you eager to comply. I imagine a pleasant wetness beginning to lubricate you as I hold your hands up. I can picture your lips glistening slightly as if covered in dewdrops.

One of my hands drops down and finds the delicate curve of your clitoris, then gently presses it. You gasp, your body tensing, and your breathing becomes rapid and shallow. The anticipation builds within you, as you brace yourself for the pleasure to come. It feels like an eternity, but when you finally let out a moan, you have reached the peak of your arousal.

I shift my weight and push you further against the wall, increasing the pressure on your clitoris. You writhe with pleasure, your body convulsing as you experience intense sensations. You start licking your own lips, savoring the anticipation and letting out small whimpers between each thrust. The heat radiates from your body, warming my skin as you continue to submit to my touch. As you relax slightly, I lean in close, whispering seductive words in your ear, further fueling your desire. The scent of your arousal fills the room, intoxicating me and intensifying the pleasure that we both share.

My hand slides down your thigh, tracing the curve of your body while my fingers explore the folds of your undergarment. You shiver with delight as I continue my descent, feeling the warmth spread through your muscles. With a final push, I bring my penis to a full stop inside you, allowing you to enjoy the sensation of my presence deep within your body. You pull me closer, deepening the penetration and intensifying the pleasure. I feel your muscles contracting rhythmically as you find your rhythm, pushing back with each thrust.

As we continue to move together, we lose track of time, lost in a world of mutual pleasure and passion. We are connected by the shared experience, our bodies intertwined in a dance of ecstasy. The world outside fades away as we become completely consumed by our desires.

Finally, we pull away from each other, gasping for air and drenched in sweat. We lie side by side, our bodies still trembling with the afterglow of our encounter. You look at me with a mixture of exhaustion and contentment, and a small smile plays on your lips.

“That was incredible,” you whisper, your voice hoarse.

I nod, unable to speak, lost in the lingering sensation of pleasure. As I lean in to kiss you once more, I know that this is just the beginning of our shared journey of passion and intimacy.

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