As she gets closer, you are pleasantly surprised to see that she is a very attractive woman. She walks slowly, seductively toward you. She’s tan, barefoot, is carrying a bag and wearing only the skimpiest of bathing suits. Two tiny triangles cover her breasts and she’s wearing a tiny thong for a bottom.
As she approaches you, she smiles.
You smile back.
She asks if she may join you.
You, of course, say yes.
She asks if you are thirsty.
You smile and answer that yes, you are.
She pulls from her bag two glasses and a frosty container. She pours an icy, white drink into the two glasses, hands you one, then lifts hers to toast. She holds your gaze as you both smile, glasses touch and you each drink the frosty beverage. She leans forward and kisses you. Her lips are cool from the drink. Her tongue, also cool from the frozen beverage, darts quickly into your mouth.
When she pulls away from you, you taste your lips; a pleasant combination of salt water, the drink and her kiss.
She asks if you are hungry.
Again, you smile and answer that yes, yes you are.
She says that she can satisfy your hunger…
but not with food.
Now she blushes when she smiles.
Then she asks if you’d like a back rub.
You reply that yes, yes you would.
And you turn and roll over onto your stomach.
She sits upon the small of your back and begins to rub your shoulders.
The insides of her thighs squeeze the outsides of your ribs. You very much want to relax and enjoy the backrub, but the thought that a thin thong is the only thing between you and this lovely woman is too much and you find yourself quickly becoming aroused.
As your mind drifts, she continues to massage your back and you find yourself drifting off into a dream world. But you are soon snapped back to reality when she leans down, laying her weight on top of you and whispers into your ear, “please, let me make love to you”. Her nipples are pressing between your shoulder blades. Her legs are wrapped around yours in pretzel curves.
Something stirs inside.
You smile.
And turn over.
She sits on you. Her bathing suit top has been carelessly tossed and lays abandoned in the sand. You look at her breasts, her face, the curves of her stomach, hips and your pulse and breath quicken.
You reach up, grab her hands and pull her down on top of you, and you kiss.
The kiss is warm, wild, wet and wonderful.
Deeper, deeper you kiss until you feel you could orgasm just kissing this woman.
She rolls over and you lie, side by side, looking at and touching each other’s face.
She takes a finger and, starting at your lips, begins to draw a line down, down your chin, down your throat, between your breasts, down the center of your stomach, slowly, down, down, down…
Not stopping until she touches you.
You arch your back as that familiar throbbing sensation begins.
Oh, how you want her, and you pull her into you.
She starts to kiss you.
First on the lips.
Then, following where her finger had traveled, down.
Down your throat, down the center of your chest, down the middle of your stomach, across your belly-button… down, down, down…
You want her and pull her in closer to you.
Her lips begin their magic and you give in.
Completely, you give in.
And, she takes you there.
She takes you where you so badly needed to go. She stays with you, kissing you, licking you, sucking you. Your breathing increases in speed and intensity beneath her heated touch. Every nerve in your body seems to be throbbing, pulsating with pleasure. Her fingernails dig into you as she tightly holds on while her lips and tongue are busy dancing upon you. Her breathing becomes as frenzied as yours as she moans her encouragement and approval. Your fingers play in her hair and you wish this moment would last forever. But it won't; it can't. Your hips rise in a final cresendo thrust and you come. You come so wonderfully that you don't even attempt to stifle the scream that tears from your soul. You hold her tightly against you as, repeatedly, you shudder, coming down from the moment. She knows. She knows what you needed and she is so pleased that you found it with her.
When you are done, you look at her, and she smiles. Her hair is now tangled curls, her face flushed, and she smiles at you. You are still both breathing heavily. Softly, she lowers herself down and on top of you for a kiss. The warmth of her body melts into yours as she covers you. Her lips are soft and warm as they press into yours. You taste her. You taste love.
As she lies on top of you, she leans down and gently bites the tip of your earlobe, then whispers, “baby, that was my gift to you."
She reaches for one of the glasses and brings a cool, refreshing drink to your lips.
Then, she kisses you again, this time long, slow, deep, her tongue dancing upon the insides of your lips.
She kisses your eyelids.
You are exhausted.
She tells you to go to sleep.
She’ll stay there with you; tonight she will be your blanket.
Softly, she then lays her head upon your chest.
For the first time you notice that the day has turned to night.
The sun peeks from below the horizon.
The tiki-hut is surrounded by torches; their golden-yellow fires flicker and light the darkness.
You close your eyes.
You smell the fresh, salt-sea air.
You hear seagulls cry as they lazily circle and drift above.
You taste the salt, the drink and her upon your lips.
You smell the scent of lust.
You feel the weight of her naked chest upon yours and you feel each breath she takes.
You feel safe.
You are content.
You drift to sleep.
Now my love, your journey is over.
You are asleep and have gone far from me. I kiss you on the temple, on the cheek, on the back of your neck, then lower… lower down the middle of your back… lower, one kiss upon each dimple that flanks the base of your spine.
And I’ll lie here beside you, as you sleep, holding you tightly until you wake tomorrow, relaxed and refreshed.
Knowing that tonight, my gift to you, was to take you on a wonderful journey.
I look forward to the day that you and I take this journey together.
Somewhere. Someday.
My sweet darling,
You come to me from work, so tired, so drained. The day has taken its toll on you, that I can clearly see.
Come my sweet one; come and allow me to rejuvenate your spirit, replenish your soul. Let me take you away from this grim reality that we must muddle through and instead, come with me to a place where you feel nothing but joy, experience nothing but pleasure. Allow me to take you away.
Here, take my hand.
Come with me…
The room is ready, it, and I, have been ready, waiting for you. Music plays; soft, quiet music. An orange fire gently crackles in the fireplace. Candles, too numerous to count, flicker, their shadows dance. Oh how magnificent you look in the soft candlelight. Ah, I see your face has begun to soften already. Here my love, a cool beverage. Slowly I bring it to your lips, tip the glass and allow the refreshing liquid to slip beyond your lips onto your tongue. Forgive me for wishing it was me tasting those lips instead.
As if reading my mind, you smile.
Ok, one soft kiss. Call me weak; I can’t resist.
Tenderly, our lips melt together. A quiet groan rises from my throat as my mind begins to wander. Oh how quickly it wanders…
But no.
I stop myself.
No, tonight I won’t allow you to give me anything.
Tonight, I want to give to you.
Tonight is my gift to you.
I take your hand, your wonderful warm hand, and gently pull you
down to the floor in front of the fire.
We sit facing each other and I begin to unbutton your shirt.
You smile and start to speak.
But I place a single finger upon your lips.
shh…
No words from you tonight my love.
You smile again. You know I have plans for you and you allow me to take you where I want you to go.
Where you need to go.
Your shirt is off now and before beginning, I take a moment to enjoy the beauty of your body in the firelight. Your face that I love to gaze upon, the soft curve of your shoulders, your chest with two nipples that now point to me as if begging for my touch. My breath quickens as desire for you rises deep inside, but I ignore it. Tonight I will not give in to the familiar craving. Tonight you are to go on a special journey.
You lay back, your head resting upon a small, soft pillow. I lean down and kiss your eyelids closed and whisper, "good bye”. Good bye my love, for you are about to leave me now, and that is ok. Tomorrow, you’ll be mine again, but tonight you are going far away.
Slippery massage oil heats up from the friction as it's rubbed between my palms. You inhale, breathing deeply the scent as my hands press against your shoulders and I begin. Slowly at first, the massage begins to loosen muscles that have been tight and contracted from the stress of the day. As the minutes tick by, I feel your body relax beneath my touch. Kneading, pressing, pulling, stretching, I massage. Your breathing has slowed and I know you are finally relaxed.
My hands move up toward your face. Tenderly, I massage your neck, your jaw, then your temples, your eyes. As if I were blind and reading you with my fingertips, my hands slide over every inch of your face. You have already left me and are far away, this I know, and I wish I didn’t have to disturb you, but I do. I must.
I lean down and whisper into your ear, “Sweetheart, turn over”.
You resist being taken from the place you are but I persist and gently help to flip you. Begrudgingly, you turn over onto your stomach.
Softly, I leave a trail of kisses from the base of your skull down your spine.
You groan.
My hands begin working the muscles of the back of your head; your temples, behind your ears, then down the back of your neck. How wonderful it feels when tight muscles loosen and soften. Diligently, methodically, I work to release the stress from the muscles of your neck, shoulders and back. Rubbing, pushing, pulling, pressing.
The tight, hard knots release and then, disappear.
Now is the time.
Now my love, it is time for me to take you on a journey.
As I continue to rub your back, I lean down and whisper into your ear:
“You are on a beach. A beach on a tropical island. A white sandy beach. The sun burns straight overhead, centered in a clear, deep blue sky. The water before you is a beautiful blue-green color. Off on the distant horizon, leisurely drift a few sailboats.
You are alone on this beach as you have rented the island for the week with the intention of being alone and relaxing.
You’ve been snorkeling all morning and have just come out of the water. Your skin is covered with goosebumps from having been in the water so long, but the sun is burning brightly and the air is so very warm, you feel it penetrating through your skin deep into your bones. You needed this, you think, and recall the cold New England winter that you’ve left far behind.
You lie down in the shade upon a towel beneath a thatched tiki hut roof.
You lie on your side and marvel at the beauty before you. The palm trees, the white sand, the ocean waves as they softly lick the sand. You are content, at peace. But, you’re hungry and thirsty and you wish you’d brought some refreshments, food or drink, down from the cottage. But you hadn’t thought to and you’re too tired to get up and walk back to get some. You’re so very tired, not only from the morning of snorkeling, but also from the job you left so many miles behind, and from life in general. So very, very tired. The bright, white tropical sun and warm Caribbean air beckons you to sleep.
Just as you are about to close your eyes, you see a figure on the distant horizon. A person, walking toward you. You find that strange since you had believed you were the only one on the island, so you watch and wait.
You watch as the figure approaches you.
Soon you determine it’s a woman.
My gift to you.
Somewhere.
Someday.
