Burning

My body is on fire. It burns hot........ hot to your touch.. burning my mind........ singeing the edges of my very soul.

I am laid out - bare .........open exposed vulnerable. The world is watching - peering in through the glass - are we the entertainment?? I no longer care..... the burning calls to me.

Hands touch my body, digging........ kneading........ caressing.........big firm hands, smaller strong hands....... skin against skin.. I can feel it..... I cherish those feelings I wrap them up in my mind complete with a bow for later. Later I will unwrap those feelings - explore them............ experience them again.

For now more sensations - I am struggling to capture them all - each one....

There is the weight across my body - pinning me down - the growl in my ear to "stay" .......... the hands in my hair - playing tugging........the face/the body that suddenly appears in front of me....... I try to form words - to reach out from deep within myself - but the thoughts are gone and so is the face and body - gone back to the delicious tormenting of my body.

But best of all....... the very best of all........

the whisper of leather across my back. It makes me shiver with need and want and desire. The hands on my burning hips pulling me backwards - again the delicate touch of leather against my burning skin.... a butterfly kiss - nothing more. But it is seared into my brain.

This is MY sensation play - a whisper, a touch, a butterfly kiss, against the burning skin - deep into my burning soul......... and I know I am where I was always meant to be.