Friday, June 10, 2011

My Favorite Trance Memory of Her

Lips locked and bodies pressed against one another, breathing synced with the motions in place. Suddenly attention is turned and a voice takes over, causing thoughts to fade. Her hand in mine, her energy warm and soft against us. She turns our attentions inwards even as it is entirely focused on her, as we do her bidding. Her will carries us higher, seeking places not seen before until all we can do is repeat the mantra she has set to us. Skin dancing in the darkness, her eyes glow as she watches, touches, feels.

She wants and we give gladly. Minds intertwined with no thought our own, we make our way skywards, naked and beautiful in our glory. Her words giving pleasure, she takes us where she wants us, until finally we crash in unison, our moans mingling in the night, to be carried on the wind until they can be heard no more. Once more she brings us back, to sleep together, snuggled close and resting oh so deeply under her will.

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