Message-ID: <17676eli$9811302023@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: miramalin@aol.com (MiraMalin) Subject: A return to Romance Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981121184759.25360.00000462@ngol01.aol.com> More romance - where is the sex the shuddering multitudes ask? and where is sex without romance, he replies with a sigh. Enjoy, repost, but give Mira and Milady J credit due if you enjoyed this. Love and Light Mira A return to Romance As the night drew on, the moon's soft light moved through the trees shining like a beacon in the calm night. As if conscious of the gentle movement outside, her heart yearning, she turned in her sleep, pushing back the satin sheets from her body, and the light of the moon was reflected in the pale curves of her flesh. Her partner stirred and opened an eye sleepily, then seeing the light on his beloved's body opened both eyes wide, awed by the sheer beauty of the delightful creature who had come to him. He sat up and looked down fondly at her, tempted to reach out and stroke the silken skin, bathed in moonlight, but at the same time not wishing to disturb her rest. She sighed in the peace of the night and turned her head in gentle repose. He smiled at her feeling overwhelmed by the fact that she had chosen to come to him and to be his. He would never get over the way that she had first approached him, smiling shyly and holding that rose up to her lips in coquette fashion. He remembered how he had reached up to touch the proffered hand and to lower his lips to the soft pale flesh for the first time. The delightful giggling peal that ensued rang like bells in his head even now in the cool of the early hours. Should he rise and take a turn around the building to check all was secure or should he lie back and go to sleep again? He could not remain like this next to her beauty or the urge to possess her would come to him again - and even the thought of that sent a surging warmth through his loins. With the heat of his body attracting her, drowsily she snuggled in close to him. He could almost feel the rapid beat of her heart. He rubbed against her back and wrapped her like a cocoon. Stirring from her dreams, waking slowly to semi-conciousness she wanted to place his hand on her breast and lean back into him. She hoped the delicate hardness would offer him the incentive he needed. His eyes gave him away. They roamed her shape and as he squeezed her gently. His hand engulfing and pinching makes her moan. He plays with her, toys with what he knows draws excitement. Rolling onto her back he nibbles and nurses like a baby. Tasting each little nub as if it were a ruby of highest quality. Then guiding his hand to deeper explorations, her body quivers. The darkness surrounds them as she hears his movement and feels his lips gently tracing wet lines down the flat of her stomach, across her hips and down each thigh. He nibbles her skin as if tasting a delightful and original sweetmeat. Anticipating how delicious the thought of sinking into that unparalleled tight heat and being enclosed again within her body, he could not resist, placing his finger in the groove of her sex. With his urgings, she might open to him and invite the bites to her skin, her thighs, her lips. Then, as his arms fondle her hips, they would find their own rhythm. As he parts her thighs with his tongue, he would savour with great relish the moisture that she offers up freely on the platter of her sex for him to enjoy. Gentle though, aware of the intensity she was feeling, he stopped before the writhings of love overtook her and held his wandering digit still. The feel of her silky hair wrapped in his finger and her body beginning its dance, made the desire to touch the viscous shell more intense. She would becomes one with him, both moving to her needs when he sailed her through the storms of passion on the morrow, he knew. He smiled silently at her puzzled look. He could not be tempted - no matter how exciting the thought of her breasts rising up like the crests of waves in a storm tossed sea to brush against the prow of his excitement. He would not leave her there. She lay there on her front, breathing slowly now like a calm lake, a different animal from the storm tossed creature of the evening past. He gazed down at the beloved contours and was tempted to draw the sheet down to observe the soft flanks that he longer to hold and touch. As the moon shows full through the balcony door, he sees the gentle rise and fall of her breast and lays and hand upon it. There was no comparison between his moon and the sky traveller, reflecting above. He knew whose pallor had bewitched him most. He knew the intimate crevice where his fingers wished to graze and where, in the heat of passion, his lips would rest to taste the sweet tang of her again and again. He smiled to himself and settled back next to her. He lay down on his back and turned his head to one side gazing at her. Even though she would hold his head tight to her to move with him he must be strong. They had served one another well this evening and they could postpone the search for further pleasures from one another, without feeling disappointment. Even in sleep she steals the last quiver of his tongue, she pulls him up to her lips and, in his mind, kisses him slowly and softly. Tasting her own flavours on him, he closed his eyes and drifted off into the slumber of lovers. He could already taste the future morning's intimacies and fresh pleasures as they would connect perfectly once again with the warm rays of rising sun. copyright Miramalin 11/98 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----