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SILK ... Bits of Kinky

Short story By: BITSxOFxKINKY
Romance



SILK ... Come And Feel The Touch of Silk On Your Skin


Submitted:Mar 31, 2012    Reads: 1,061    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   


Silk

My fingertips reach out tentatively, to slowly capture her wrist and still those trembling, slender fingers. Stilling their nervousness as she fumbles over the buttons on her silken blouse. Silk is like a second skin that flows across her flesh like water cascading over her mounds as the silk moves in shimmering waves with each breath she takes.

After a moment of peace her hands return to work at the tiny pearl beads that imitate buttons, and once they are undone they fall to her sides. Unbuttoned the blouse lay over her breast, emphasising the tantalizing curves beneath. Dark metallic blue fabric whose shimmer sparkles like precious sapphires hanging from her shoulders. Parting like fine curtains, allowing me a view of her pale pink flesh.

I watch as a rosy blush develops at her throat and spreads its way over neck and chest, accenting the shadowed crevice of a plunging cleavage. That crevasse made of soft warm flesh hypnotises me, like an iceberg whose smooth shimmering mass, lit only by moonlight is mostly hidden beneath the surface. I crave to lean into its depths. To become absorbed within its beauty and firmness. Yearning to plunge myself into the soft space between those luscious orbs.

With every breath, I could smell the scent of her emanating from her hot body. A heady natural muskiness that implored my senses to inhale and taste its essence. I needed to consume this woman before me. I inhale deeply, that bewitching aroma filling my head with the pheromones that are making me almost giggle aloud at the lusty giddiness it causes, but laughing at my love now may cause offence.

I lower my head gently to kiss the sensitive skin at the top of that smooth, rosy glow of cleavage. Unable to resist I slide the tip of my tongue into the beginning of the crevice, to lap softly at the saltiness of her flesh. One of her hands gently rests on the nape of my neck, stroking as her fingers play with my hair. I sigh as no annoyance caused, she in silence is giving me permission to continue.

My lips kiss her bare skin, my hands rest on her hips and slowly raise up her back until my fingers can run through the tendrils of her hair. As soft as satin it flows through my fingers falling in soft wavy tendrils to lie down her back a curtain of satiny heaven on silk. Shimmering auburn against the dark blue coruscate fabric, complementing each other so well.

I continue to glide my hands over her shoulders as I stare into her eyes. My palms slide so softly over her silk encased body. The heat of our combined flesh enhance the softness of the silk and the gentleness of the strokes. It extenuates every curve of her body, every muscle, ridge, or crease is so much more erotically defined. My hands continue to stroke on down her arms stimulating the tiny golden hairs to stand on end at my palm's caress.

At the wrists, my hand change direction and my fingers go from their light touch to a very gentle nail scratch that follows the vein on the underside of each of her arms upward. The sensual sensations overtake her thoughts as her skin shudders beneath my nails touch. Goosebumps erupted across her body as my mouth finds the indented pulse area at the nape of her neck and my teeth gently nibble keeping the goosebumps prickling across her flesh.

My wanton woman leans back in my arms, stretching the silk fabric taunt across very swollen nipples and showing the curves of her beautifully massive breast. Her hazel green eyes, now show glints of sapphire. A deep dark blue, like the deepest ocean. reflections of the silk that drapes over her shoulders. Peeking out of her mouth a dainty tongue slides over her lips wetting them so evocative, that I can not resist as I lick my own lips in an uncontrollable response.

Her lips open a hair breadths wider and she purrs, "See, its worth the price? Silk feels so wonderful against the skin. So exotic." Leaning into me she rests her head against my shoulder the silk covered flesh against my chest slides seductively as we breath in each others essence.

I can only nod and in a whisper say, "Yes."

Spinning out of my arms with a giggle, She shrugs out of the silk gown and drapes it over my arm. chuckling as she motions to my groin area. "I would hold that in front of you as you pay for it, or the cashier may get a big shock."

I ease out of the changing room as she redresses and for me, at least I don't have to guess what to buy for her birthday present. Trying not to blanch at the price tag I wonder what I am going to get her for Christmas.

By Tracey Owen & Brian Rueby

copyright March 2012





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