I have something wet and warm. It is a private, enclosed place that most often remains secluded from anyone’s view. Even when I see it, it is usually a tete-a-tete rendezvous, covered up by the shroud of the night’s hushed half-tones. When it welcomes its select visitors, they usually shred their clothes and proceed in all their naked glory.
As far as strangers go, it rarely gets exposed to them. At times it may be visited by someone familiar; very rarely then unknown personages appear in its story. Unless permission is granted to access it, it remains unspoiled by too much publicity.
Others may have it, too, but two are never exactly alike. Mine has an accommodating length that most others can comfortably fit into, and while the question of taste and condition is something subjective for each to judge, it is normally fresh and clean.
But above all, it can give pleasure. It can make those who get to it experience something intense, something that makes the blood rush but the knees weak. One can dive head-on into it for a taste, or one can choose to advance slowly, inch by inch, allowing the skin to get the most of that tingling, exhilarating sensation. The heart is beating out the rhythm in the temples to which every molecule of the body happily dances, as if on ‘e’.
Then, when fully in, it is hard to not let a contented “mmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!” out – it seems to creep up from the depth of the stomach in response to something so fundamentally titillating as what is being done right now.
After a few moments of allowing the encompassing enjoyment of this confinement to linger, the game may begin.
In this sensual game, the player(s) explore the skin in its entirety, following every curvature of the shapes and every place accessible to touch. It is a ritual of care and bonding, whether with myself or with another. Few, if any, words are spoken, mostly none are needed. Sometimes some sensation-enhancing props can come handy, from those that create an atmosphere like candles and scents, to those that allow further use of this place on a whole new level, like oils or gels.
The breathing gets deeper…
When the thrill is over, stay inside that place and experience the receding waves of gratification pulsating from the center of your torso all the way to the very tips of your toes, fingers, ears and the top of your head. The place slowly drains out of all its moist… It leaves you feeling tantalizingly fatigued, you wish being in it could last forever but at the same time you know you’ve stayed in for just the right segment of time.
This is my secret, warm, wet and pleasing place… What do you think “it” is? ;). Hint: usually mostly the dirty kind of people end up there…
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