Tuesday, June 01, 2010
Intimacy is as delicate as a flower petal
Intimacy is a whip held between two bodies, sliding up and down between the breasts, warm breath on my neck, whispered words, teasing words, a cheeky smile.
Intimacy is a blow from any toy and a hand quickly covering the hit zone, massaging, rubbing, coaxing one to relax into it, to climb on top of it, to fly away with it.
Intimacy is leather against naked burning skin.
Intimacy is a voice calling me ... telling me to look.... to stay here.... look again, stay with me.
Intimacy is being connected and the rest of the world disappears - even for a brief moment.
Intimacy is being pulled tightly into a warm embrace whispered words that everything is ok.. I am ok... I am safe.
Intimacy is a cup of coffee. an evening's chat, exchanged memories.
Intimacy is a look, a smile, a touch.
Intimacy is as delicate as a flower's petal......... soft and warm and sensuous.
Saturday morning Sir Steve and I were sitting out on the deck enjoying our morning coffee and browsing the net........ when he look...
I had the little one all last week -- for 10 hours a day alone. We worked out quite a routine..... after breakfast and getting dresse...