Fantasy...

This is one of my more erotic pieces of writing. No, it is not a true story, but just like the title...fantasy.

His lips have found mine again and I mold myself to his body, holding him so tight.  His strong, lean arms are wrapped around my waist, pulling me to him.  The dim light of this room sets the mood perfectly.  Slowly, his hands run the length of my back, caressing, soothing.  He kisses me with more urgency as one hand comes to my face and the other sneaks under the bottom of my shirt.  A tingling sensation lingers at the touch of his skin on mine.  I become overwhelmed and a slight moan escapes my lips.  He stops kissing me, pulling back reluctantly, and smiles.  "Are you sure?"  "More than you know," I reply.  We break apart and he takes my hand, leading me to his room.  As I cross the threshhold, I stop, letting him tug on my arm.  A playful smile dances on my face.  I pull him to me with all my strength and find his lips once again.  My hands slip under his loose shirt to feel his warm, fit body and once again, I find mysefl sighing into him.  His hands find my waist and grasping for my shirt, he lifts it over my head.  My breath is coming heavier now and I can feel his temperature rising.  He sighs into my ear, whispering my name.  I cannot take it anymore.  As our lips collide and bodies mold into one, the stars in the night sky aline.

4-9-09

Bridgett Lyall