longer.blue

There was a vibration between us that revealed itself in the dance of wordplay and banter, our quiet conversation unfolding alongside the show before us. To entertain and be entertained is the work of intellectual lovers, and it can embolden desire. But that desire needed to be free of an agenda. I wanted the exchange to be its own pleasure, not a means to an end. I wanted to take the time to unravel my thoughts and let my body respond. It’s fascinating how good conversation can get me hot. And then I felt it — the tender ache between my thighs, a warmth spreading from the center of my chest to my shoulders and down my arms. My gaze slipped reflexively from his eyes to his mouth. Oh, how I wanted to kiss him... not merely because I was attracted to him, but because of the way we were meeting each other’s minds. Being there with him, sharing in his curiosity, made the evening feel richer. I began craving the kind of ferality that would have us pulling the clothes from one another, demanding that our chemistry become connection, consumption, combustion. Instead, I gently rested my palm against his cheek, cupping it briefly as a soft smile warmed my face. He met my eyes. “Yes, I want you,” I thought. “But I’m willing to wait.” I didn’t want to hurry what I was still discovering. Then my hand fell away, and we turned our attention back to the show. #sveros "free" Nov 6 #writingprompts #erotica #writing #amwriting #writingcommunity #WIPsnips