Crave

***Warning!!! The following blog entry contains graphic sexuality. Ha! I think I just ensured that this one will be read. And in case you're wondering, this IS the censored version.***


“I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir their dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain." - Oscar Wilde

I reached the hotel several hours before you. I was pleased to have the time alone, anxious to ensure that everything was perfect for your arrival. My goal was to have all the items we might possibly desire close at hand. As our time was limited, I had little interest in interruptions from the outside world.

I fell in love with the room you had selected, and wondered if you had slept in this bed previously. The stark, modern interior pleased me. I was certain that nothing in the room would distract my attentions from you, and the neutral colors soothed my jittery nerves.

I called the desk to ask where I might acquire a few of the treats I knew you loved and was given directions to a store a few blocks away. The weather was cooler than I was accustomed to, the jacket I had brought along inadequate. It lent an urgency to my mission, and I returned to the hotel a very short time after I had left.

After putting away the items I had selected, I drew a hot bath. I reclined into the soothing, warm water and allowed my mind to drift to thoughts of you. It had been such a very long since I had seen you, and I longed to feel your touch again.

I closed my eyes and sank lower into the bath as I remembered our last encounter. My hand slid into the tub and under the bubbles. Almost timidly, I began to touch myself, imagining that it was your strong hand caressing my thigh, sliding between my legs and softly diving into me. I was almost able to feel your breath on my cheek as you whispered into my ear, ‘Yes, baby. Just like that.’ Instantly, my legs began to quiver as I felt a gentle orgasm roll through me.

I toweled myself off and glanced at my watch. It would be another two hours before you arrived, I had plenty of time. I piled my wet hair in a loose bun on top of my head and sat on the foot of the soft bed. I turned on the television and began absent-mindedly flicking through the channels, completely oblivious to each.

The room air cooled my wet skin quickly. I stood, dropping the towel and wrapped myself tightly in a chenille blanket. The downy material felt wonderful against me, and I curled up into a tight ball on the expansive bed. Involuntarily, I fell asleep.

I did not hear you enter the room. Much later, when I would reflect back on the night, I would wonder how it was that you entered so silently. Only in retrospect would it occur to me that you must have expected to find me sleeping.

I did not hear you undress, nor did I feel you lay down next to me. I noticed your presence first only when you began to unwrap me from the confines of my blanket, rolling me gently onto my back. My first concrete memories are of being woken from a deep, dreamless slumber by the sensation of your warm body between my legs.

I opened my eyes only long enough to see your head buried in my chest, your hands kneading each breast in turn, feeding my nipples to your hungry mouth. Your soft hair tickled my skin slightly as you alternated between left and right and I smiled at you, a smile you were too lost to notice, too intent to expect.

I closed my eyes and pretended that I was still asleep - this was your moment and I had no interest in interrupting you. But as the rate and depth of your breathing increased, hot on my nude body, you must have known that I was awake and merely pretending to sleep. Either way, it didn’t matter to either of us.

You pushed yourself off of me and up onto your hands. I could feel you staring at my face and I fought the natural urge to pull you back down on top of me. My body shifted noticeably, and even with my eyes closed, I could see your knowing smile. Yes, I was awake. But I would continue to play this game that I loved, knowing that you loved it too.

Your body moved higher against mine, and I could feel you poised, ready to enter - the place you longed for, the place you belonged. I fought the urge to smile, trying unnaturally hard to keep my face natural. Your face lowered to mine and I felt your lips brush mine fleetingly, at precisely the moment you plunged into my waiting cocoon.

I gasped from the sensation, your penetration occurring without even the faintest warning. My hands wrapped around your neck firmly as your body collapsed onto mine. I kissed your shoulder gently, before opening my mouth and letting my teeth sink into your flesh.

I moaned into your mouth as you kissed me sloppily, seconds before rolling off of my body and stretching out next to me on the bed. I turned my back to you and pressed against your body as you wrapped me in your arms. I felt warm for the first time since arriving in this city, the one that neither of us called home but that we both loved visiting.

I draped my right leg casually over both of yours, knowing that you’d continue to explore me. You pushed yourself up onto your left elbow and turned me slightly on my back as your hand slid between my legs.

You smiled, and began to speak. I placed a finger over your lips to silence you. I wondered at the beauty of this encounter and thought that somehow the mere act of talking would have cheapened the experience, dulled the sensation.

I reached towards you and gently stroked your cheek, watching your face as your fingers continued their exploration. The intensity with which you set about your task amused me and I smiled at you before kissing you aggressively once, then tenderly again.

An urgent need for release began to overwhelm me. You sensed this in the way that you seemed to know everything about what my body wanted and needed, but withdrew your fingers from my center. My bottom lip thrust forward in a pout. You stroked my pouty lip and shook your head at me, laughing softly in mock disapproval. Staring deeply into your eyes, I sucked your finger into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I could taste the essence of our sexuality on your hands and was desperate to have you again.

Your lips met mine softly, only seconds before I felt your tongue slide into my mouth. My tongue matched your movements, searching your mouth with just the soft intensity you had come to expect.

“Kiss me.” I breathed to you. Your lips found mine again and you kissed me gently, fully aware that the kiss I desired was not that one. “Lower”, I whispered.

You lowered your head to my breasts and sucked a nipple into your mouth, your teeth sinking softly into the tender skin. My back arched off the bed towards you and you looked up at me, concerned that the bite may have been a bit too forceful.

I shook my head ‘no” and squirmed a bit, trying to force your head lower while a small smirk danced across my lips. You were toying with me, enjoying seeing me getting so worked up. You sucked my other breast into your mouth and again bit down on my nipple, testing my limits. I flinched before I arched again, pushing more of my body into your warm mouth.

My hand found the top of your head and pushed gently, urging you lower at a much faster pace than the one you were enjoying. Swiftly, you grabbed my wrist and pinned my hand to the bed. I laughed, realizing that you weren’t going to let me dictate the course of events - at least not at that moment. Perhaps later.

I waited impatiently for your lead, thinking that I'd follow you off the roof of the Empire State Building. With a rare conviction, I felt certain that there was nothing or no one that could interest me more than you did at that moment. I made a silent vow to hold nothing back with you, and as I glanced up at your face, I realized that you somehow heard my thoughts - your smile now broad and beaming.

I could feel the heat from your body. Already I craved you - the weight of your body on top of mine, the saltiness of your skin, your strong hands that were capable of such gentle touch - and relaxed into the bed, eager to feel the ecstasy that only you could evoke. I felt you shift closer to me.

Moments later, I would find myself rolling onto my side, facing you, resting my head on your inner thigh while your head found the pillow created by mine. We slept contentedly for some time, waking each other briefly with hands that continued to explore, even in sleep.

Early in the evening I woke, and crossed the room to stare out of the expansive windows at the city twinkling below us. I glanced over my shoulder at your sleeping form and marveled at the perfection of your body. As I watched your chest rise and fall, my hands ached to touch you. I didn’t want to disturb your sleep, we had the rest of the night.

Our relationship was new, and yet I knew every inch of you intimately, the way only old lovers know each other. A familiarity had solidly formed between our bodies. Returning my attentions to the city below, I smiled. I had known other lovers before you, but none quite like you.

I heard you stir behind me, but did not turn around. I felt your arms wrap around me and I raised my hands to greet your touch, kissing your arm. I loved how small I felt wrapped in you, overwhelmed by a contradictory sense of security and vulnerability. My eyes closed and I leaned against you. You might have thought the gesture was one of acceptance, but it was defeat.


I was powerless in your presence. I turned to face you, standing on my toes to kiss your soft lips. Your hands slid to my waist. You stared into my eyes, asking for the permission that you already knew you had. My head collapsed against your chest and I kissed you there. Your arms wrapped around me as you lifted me onto you, pressing my back against the glass. The cool air that penetrated the glass from the outside world soothed the fire that burned fiercely inside of me.

I nodded wordlessly at you, stroking your lips and resting my head on your shoulder. I wrapped my legs tightly around your body as you pulled me down hard onto you. I surrendered myself to the moment, utterly lost in you. Our bodies moved together in a rhythmic dance, creating a symphony that no one else could hear.