Whispers on the Wind

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 10-04-2013, 07:25 PM

She thinks to herself about her "re-occurring problem" as she seats herself with her friends for their weekly caffeine injected chat session.

She finds herself entertaining dangerous thoughts of hys rough hands on her silkiest of skin. This, her most private of sins, her desire for this stranger.

She abandons herself in thoughts of hys being able to feel the deep extent of her want, the want she hides so well, upon hys fingertips and hys tongue.

She thinks quickly that she is grateful, although be it innately, for their anonymous public rendezvous.
Yet she wonders if hy can feel the intense scrutiny of her eyes upon hym?

And before she can prepare herself for the answer, she is hit full force with the intensity of hys gaze, and sees the passion, the want, and the abandon reflected clearly there.

The intensity coming from hym courses painfully through her body, straight to the parts that know exactly how hy would feel buried deep inside her.

She hears a clearing of a throat, and quickly turns her attention back to her friends, only to have it stolen again by this stranger.

And she realizes much too regretfully that this "reoccurring problem" will not be ignored, or be so quickly dismissed, as hy makes hys way towards her.

Hy leans down and whispers in a silky, deep timbred voice " Meet me in the park when you are through with mindless babble, and be sure to come alone" as hy shoots a cold look to her companions.

As hy walks away, she is left awash in a flood of desire and need held back by the blush that spreads across her face.

10-04-2013, 07:25 PM	#21
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759002	March 2005 She thinks to herself about her "re-occurring problem" as she seats herself with her friends for their weekly caffeine injected chat session. She finds herself entertaining dangerous thoughts of hys rough hands on her silkiest of skin. This, her most private of sins, her desire for this stranger. She abandons herself in thoughts of hys being able to feel the deep extent of her want, the want she hides so well, upon hys fingertips and hys tongue. She thinks quickly that she is grateful, although be it innately, for their anonymous public rendezvous. Yet she wonders if hy can feel the intense scrutiny of her eyes upon hym? And before she can prepare herself for the answer, she is hit full force with the intensity of hys gaze, and sees the passion, the want, and the abandon reflected clearly there. The intensity coming from hym courses painfully through her body, straight to the parts that know exactly how hy would feel buried deep inside her. She hears a clearing of a throat, and quickly turns her attention back to her friends, only to have it stolen again by this stranger. And she realizes much too regretfully that this "reoccurring problem" will not be ignored, or be so quickly dismissed, as hy makes hys way towards her. Hy leans down and whispers in a silky, deep timbred voice " Meet me in the park when you are through with mindless babble, and be sure to come alone" as hy shoots a cold look to her companions. As hy walks away, she is left awash in a flood of desire and need held back by the blush that spreads across her face. __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel