Reflections of Desire Part 1

Finding myself near him I felt waves of excitement and inevitable attraction coming over me. If I reached my hand I could touch him. He noticed me after a few seconds. .His eyes lingered on mine in a moment that seemed to be so intense. He had not’t changed at all.Standing arrogantly near the bar he was sipping his drink slowly. He was just as taller than me as he needed to be, with short black hair that I was trying my best not to stroke, and playful brown eyes.1

We were standing there chatting for this and that. Every time he spoke to me he was coming closer and his breath gently caressed my curly hair. His body was sometimes too close to mine. I could feel warmth when we were locked in that intensity. His eyes were hungrily examining my body, as if he was challenging me to play a game. While he was talking I could not help but think what fascinated me in this man. It was the way he talked, like he was provoking you with every single word, the way he seemed so gorgeously manly and at the same time smiled with a sincere and boyish smile. It was also his eyes, clear and honest, full of sparkle. His eyes mirrored the desire that beleaguered him.2

I realized from the start that limitations were not his type of thing. He was young and so amazingly sexual. While talking our faces were some unimportant inches away. I was trying to make my mind save his every detail. His lips opened and closed tempting me to unite them with my own. At some point we were gazing at each other without letting go, I was holding my breath as my heart was beating faster. Then he grabbed me with force and sexy brutality and pushed me so that my back was on the wall. His hand was now resting on the wall above my head. He was looking down deep into my eyes and i kept looking at his lips. He came closer and closer so that his lips were barely touching mine. He brushed his upper lip on my lower like he was trying to decide whether to kiss me or not. I was breathing hard surrendering in the magic of the moment.3

Finally, he kissed me with sudden passion while holding my hands back. I liked the way he was dominating me and found it easy to succumb to his kisses. His tongue circled mine reaching into the deepest of my mouth. I bit his lip, like I wanted to take a piece of him, and drew him even closer so that our bodies were one.4

His tongue was now tracing paths on my neck making me shiver uncontrollably and his arm was around my waist .I felt my skin burning as his fingers traveled from my neck to my collarbone to my chest making me eager to give myself to him. As the music became slower and more sensual, he stepped back and offered his hand to me. I took his hand and we started dancing. Our eyes were locked, I was losing myself into him. Our bodies were dandling and rubbing in a slow passionate movement. My breasts pressing his strong chest,our hands clasping fiercely.The poetry of the moment surrounded us and we were lost in its trance.5