"Come sit on my lap, let me give you a nice massage. You'll start feeling better, you'll see!", he said to me.
He dimmed the lights, poured some hot oil on his palm and started rubbing it in my hair. His touch was gentle and yet…firm.
He let his hands slip under my shirt, caressing my shoulders, relieving their pain. Slowly, he loosened my tight bra straps and circled his hands around the marks they left behind... undoing knots and oh, undoing me. I was moaning under his soft touch when he delicately kissed my collarbones from behind, and whispered in my ear, “You know you’ll have to take a bath now.”
“Will you help me?”, I turned back and asked him.
“Why else do you think I got you dirty in the first place?”, he said and scooped me into his arms and led the way to finish what he had started.
2. Served with love!
It was a dull evening, when he decided to come over and help me with my college application essay. I had spent days and nights on it and had almost reached the point of exhaustion. This had become my entire life for the last few days.
Just seeing him at the door made me sigh. That warm hug, the smile was all I needed to feel refreshed. Very sweetly, he had remembered to bring along a large brick of butterscotch ice-cream to cheer me up. While I was stuck to the computer, he went to the kitchen, put a small serving of ice-cream in a glass bowl and came back to my workstation, the bed.
My mind was so pre-occupied and scattered, I didn’t even realize he had only got one spoon. While I was staring at some words on the screen, he slowly moved closer and placed his lips on mine. My eyes widened, my heart skipped a beat and those lips - they were so cold and his tongue, even colder. I could taste him, but this time it was different. It was a smooth concoction of butterscotch flavour along with his saliva. The sweetness was slowly taking over my mouth. A weird sensation running through my body. I wanted more of that ice cream. And not from the bowl, but from his mouth. That ice-cream was delicious, satiating and so flavoursome. It was by far the most divine ice-cream I have ever tasted.
3. The blindfold
It had been 6 months since we had last seen each other. I knew our sexual energies were at the brink, and I wanted to make it special for the both of us. So that day when he came home I lead him to a dimly lit room that I had decorated with rose petals, and before he could say anything I blindfolded him.
"Hey. What's going on?" he said
"I am taking you for a ride, baby" I whispered in his ear and made him sit on the edge of the bed. I sat on his lap facing him, removed his shirt and began caressing his neck with my fingers gently.
"Promise me you won't open the blindfold till I tell you to?" I asked.
"Promise", he said smiling his sexy smile.
I kissed him on his lips, his neck, his chest and as I did so I could feel him writhing in pleasure. I lay him on the bed and went further down using my lips, my tongue and my fingers to tease and pleasure him. And his moans just turned me on even more.
I took off his blindfold, and what we had after that wasn't just sex... It was the most intimate form of love and probably the most pleasure that our bodies had ever experienced.