A light flickers from across the street, a window opposite my own three stories above. I watch expecting to see someone in that warmly lit room offset against the deep dark blue of the outside. An image appears in the glass in front of me, cresting my own reflected image, lit silver by the light of the moon in a far corner of the night. A warmth drifts across my stomach and I am filled with the golden glow of the rising sun spreading through my body as I am enveloped in heat, powerful but tender heat. I stay held, my breath caught in the moment, blissfully awake and aware of the anticipation of fingers gripping my side gently, feeling the electricity behind me and within me pulling me around. Surrounded by darkness the world outside the window disappears in its obscurity. I sense the familiar shape of the furniture in the room, the ornate wooden wardrobe in the corner with its personas within awaiting patiently their next performance. The old black framed bed next to the door to the outside hall standing open and inviting; white sheets pushed away through lack of sleep, and restless thoughts. The chest of draws on the opposing wall, sturdy and full of secrets. The high ceiling making the small room feel grandiose and open to possibility.
My eyes are closed and I taste the air before me as a hand slides up along my spine resting on my neck, fingers pushed into my thick dark hair cradling my head. Held in that moment, a pause in time, my heart hammering heavily inside my chest, adrenaline coursing through me like bright white essence, engaging my whole body with the pulsing, thickening air; almost unbearable ecstatic pleasure fills my every cell, wonder alight in my mind. Charged my lips find answer, consumed by heat and a release within me like a tidal wave of pure divine intoxication…
I open my eyes…
And I see you…
11 thoughts on “Snapshot Stories – Paris”
Wow! Don’t tell my wife she’ll kill me!
Hahaha! Fantastic… I won’t… [in a hushed voice, “thanks for reading, it really means a lot!” ;)]
I came back to leave a comment because I wanted to acknowledge your skill better Ish. You’re an extraordinary writer, such lush description, no clumsiness anywhere. 🙂 🙂
Continue to share my friend!
Thank you so much T for taking the time to leave me a comment. I know you’re busy, and leaving comments generally is a time consuming process, I know I get it. But I do still appreciate that you did more than you know. Thank you for your support as always, you are a wonderful friend 🙂
No problem….it’s not so much that I was busy in the moment. When I am not in the best of moods, I’m less likely to comment. But I really do appreciate your writing and want you to know we appreciate you 🙂
So this was the time to reclaim that chance. 😉
Thank you again T and hope things are well with you 🙂
You’re welcome. Thank-you. I hope the same for you. 🙂
I love that you’re writing about the sensations she’s experiencing, which are greater than just the touches. Too often, writers reduce sexuality to the sex act, missing the mood that surrounds it. Very nicely done.
Like you I’m not so big on erotica, but there is much to be said for exploring tensions and emotions more in literature, particularly my own, which has crept into my work over the last few months. And that was the point of this piece, I wanted to capture the tension of a sexual fantasy almost, but that had an element of a potential physical act. I’m so pleased that you got that.
Actually it was a friend recently who posted a piece about burlesque that got me thinking about writing a piece like that. Maybe I’ll experiment some more, it’s good fun.
Thanks for taking the time to stop by and comment Bill, it’s much appreciated.
Beautifully descriptive and sensual! And I so love that photo 🙂
Thank you so much for reading Madhu, I’m a little happier now that I’ve had some reviews of my little story, I’m never sure about posting such pieces. Your comments are lovely and much appreciated 🙂
I thought the photo fitted rather well, surprisingly. Maybe I had been subconsciously inspired by it!