HEEEAT

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
sensuality at the pool in fantasy

Submitted: June 06, 2010

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Submitted: June 06, 2010

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It was a blustery day, in the middle of August. A dip in the pool seemed just right. Steam rose from the olive green grasses, g-strings peaked from cracks of asses. The atmosphere was still and the heat was unrelenting. The sun had been set to the ultimate, for the air was like breathing through molten hot lava. It would have been cooler if I was charred by a streaking comet. With the temperature rising above 120°, the thermostat was broken while in slow motion the mercury evaporated into bits of glitter.

Right about now… my sweat condensates, my mind pulsates, my thoughts gyrate, as my pen vibrates. I concentrate on the reason I am here…. (Would he be there?) And out he came. Rising from the depths of the crystal blue waters; his posture was that of a Don. He looked so cool, so calm, glistening so deliciously, I would if I could-- drink the sunlight that dripped from his faultless body. Each tiny drop that clung to him resembled bits of scattered diamonds gleaming as his bold swagger drew moisture from my lips, my hips and my fingertips. My palms began to feel damp with the anticipation of the dream I dared to have- right then, right there -- in front of him and the entire world -- yet only I knew it. Even in the way he placed his feet on the floor, it alone left me needy for more. Like a crack fiend, I got mean, when I noticed she saw him too... Focusing on him, all other thoughts I left, In the way his thighs flexed as he took each step, timing his rhythm with each pulse, I kept… each move he made had its own beat, the aroma he aroused was oh so sweet. I saw myself stretched across his back, with my fat cat-tail feathers, sprawled-- over all his broadness... unsure of whether you catch my drift...? A Gift --from creation, yes he's a Don, magnificent and bold, eyes grey, so COLD blooded as they lock with mine... so kind his stare, have you ever been there? Yet, I didn't even know his name... Play his game? Yes, I will, in his presence I feel like a noun turned verb, a race car in a curve, like a zebra with stripes, my lungs get tight, heat starts rising, butterflies start flying, and all because---

All because I am catching his rays in my very spot, I have just come to realize… now this is why I’m hot!



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