MistressDREAD
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♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥BLACK KETTLE DOMS KISS♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ A soft and warm breath of air upon the sensitive skin of My ear awakens Me. It is nothing more than You, holding Me close in Your sleep. It isn't anything more than You've done a hundred times this night, for how could You not since You hold Me so close in this spoon fashion? And yet, there was something that woke Me. Perhaps the warmth of You behind Me combined with both Your soft breath and the tightness of Your arms around Me. Perhaps it was something not definable. Perhaps it was something within Me. Either way, I am content where I am. I stretch slowly and carefully, trying not to wake You. My body lengthens slightly as I stretch, skin rubbing against skin. A small movement, done carelessly a thousand times. But this time - at this moment - it seems more. It seems to communicate more to Me. Or perhaps it is I who is doing the communicating. For despite My care in stretching, You begin to stir. Your hand slide from its possessive hold at My hip, sliding toward My belly, the warmth gentle and yet - more. Stirring something darker within Me, something You fan by absently dropping a kiss to the curve of My neck."Can't sleep, Lover?" Your voice is quiet, holding a sleepy quality. I feel guilty for waking You. There is a small part of Me, however, that rejoices that You are awake. Now I have You to Myself. I turn within Your embrace so I face You, sliding My hands over yYur shoulders to the hair that falls at the nape of Your neck, My smile soft - and holding a hint of what is stirring in Me. Your hands slide up My back to tug Me closer as I whisper back to You. "Just enjoying being here with You . " You smile now, child-like pleasure filtering into that smile. Your head dips down toward Mine, capturing My lips with Your own. This kiss holds a quality that is known only to those given when one is sleepy - warm and gentle and soft and utterly, utterly drugging. For there is no thought behind those kisses, just the thought to enjoy the moment of those kisses. You are obviously doing that for Your kiss sends sparks through mM, sends My heart racing. I melt into that kiss, returning it as best I can. But Mine is not what Yours is. I have been awake too long for that. No, mine is full of those dark emotions that are often taboo to Our society - at least in public. Desire, want, need - all this and more. I cannot help Myself. It is what You do to Me. The way the moonlight gilds Your skin with silvery light, giving You an almost ethereal look. The way Your body is always warm - even when Mine is ice cold. The way Yur kiss changes in response to Mine - as it does now.Your kiss becomes much like mine, something changing within You. Perhaps it is merely My kiss - aching and full of need for You - or perhaps it is the way My body presses against Yours, both of Us still warm from sleeping and sharing body heat. Maybe it was My hands drifting lightly over Your skin. Whatever the case was, You now seem to have joined Me in the dark place that society deems improper. Yet, We don't care. We never have. We only care about being with One another as We are now. Your hands slip to My hips and pulls Me tight against Your frame. I can tell You are becoming aroused by Our kiss - just as I am. Your body broadcasts it to Me in its own way - warmth and that telltale sign that throbs against My belly. A groan is My answer to that, My own sign that I am falling further and further into the spell We have begun to weave together. A spell that We do so well and can only be cast by both of Us.A chuckle from You as you break the kiss, those full lips of Your wandering away from My mouth and along My jaw line. My eyes have drifted shut somewhere along the line, the kiss We have just shared having left Me with a small amount of time unaccounted for. I don't regret it. I never will. I smile myself, thoroughly enjoying the sensations You create with Your lips and tongue, the way You tease Me, giving Me so much and yet it's not enough. And You know it isn't. You like to tease. I tell You I hate that, but deep down, I love it. I love the way You keep what I most want away from Me, stringing Me along, keeping My body humming so close to that edge I wish to fall over. You know I secretly love that - which is why You always do it. I can feel the beginnings of Your teasing already with just this small gesture. I can wait - for now.I slide my leg between Yours, lifting slightly, liking the feel of Your skin against Mine - slightly scratchy, yet smooth and warm at the same time. You look at Me, Your eyes telling mM that I strayed close, that I teased in My Own way. My smile turns a little smug. I knew what I was doing. I wanted to do it. I wanted to return what was being given to Me. Some of My feelings must have registered in My eyes because You lower Your head to My ear. Your lips graze My ear, Your voice barely audible as You speak to Me, punctuating the words with intermittent and nibbling kisses to that most sensitive portion of My neck. It is that place that You know will send involuntary shivers and spikes of pleasure through My body. This night is no different and it takes Me several moments - perhaps a minute to register Your playful words."In a playful mood, are We, Lover?" As the meaning finally sinks into My muddled brain, I hear Your soft laughter. You knew what You were doing as well. I can't help but laugh Myself, though I shove at Your chest playfully, My words also playful. "Is that the pot calling the kettle black, Beloved?" You merely shake our head as You pull Me close once more, Your hands warm and possessive as They sit upon My hips, fingers stroking gently about the bones covered by My flesh. Your mouth descends as I open My own to protest, taking any words I might have uttered and obliterating them into oblivion. This kiss is nothing like the first - or even like what the first turned into. No, this kiss is meant to drive most thoughts from My head. And it works very well. Your kiss is all You intend - hot, dark, full of yYur Own need for Me, Your need for Us.Then Our slaves enter hearing Us arise~~ DREAD™®©reg1/2003 This was written on the 5th aniversary of My belovids passing in thoughts of Him.♥
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