Languidly, I will count the ways.

She rolls over in her bed and suddenly his hands are there. They are everywhere and stop to linger in her most vulnerable spots. He is building her need. More and more...Oh NO!...this is not how I want this story to go today...that was last night and I want more....much more...

So, I want my story to go like this today

He walks into the bedroom and she is getting up to greet him...something stops her in her tracks...
Is it a look? Is it a word? Is it the fact that he is a man, her man. That he walked in to the room like a predator who knows his prey is in sight, without a way out?
All of this she see's in him in an instant, a mere fraction of a second, yet in that time she understands and responds. To him, to his request, nay, unspoken demands she responds and she is understood in the same time.
They come at each other as if starved, lips devouring each other, hands unable to gain enough. More and more demanding they are with each other, it does not matter that they were together earlier in the day. That they should have been satiated and full of each other already. All that matters is that moment, that need that they have for each other. He lays her on the bed and pulls her legs towards him. She pops up and goes for him...he pushes her down.
She pops up again, and again he pushes her down, almost aggressively. Only this time he is faster and as he pushes her down he goes for her legs and pulls them over his shoulders. He begins his torture of her, the torture she loves and fears. He latches on to her clit, sucking, licking, loving.
On and on this goes, and she is writhing, wanting to kick to wrest herself free. This has become more than a coupling, almost a contest of wills. And she wants her moment of power. He is taking her, taking her and she is cumming. Oh...she can feel it. She can feel the overpowering, exhilarating and mind-blowing orgasm begin.
And then she lets go. She lets herself go for him. And she flies high, weightless free. Slowly he lets her go, moves her on the bed. She turns over and absorbs the aftershocks that still pulse within her. And he comes to her, his arms surround her. And suddenly, where she thought she was done. There she is again. Ready for him.
Hungry for him again. how can this be? It is, no question. She breathes deep as he enters her, welcomes him completely as he begins his new quest, his new conquest of her. And she lets him. She surrenders to his strength, his dominance and mastery of her.
He completely covers her back with his body, legs encircling hers, arms holding her, lips kissing the nape of her neck and sending chills though her. She can still move, still give him more. She tightens as he glides in and out of her. Meets him, thrust for thrust.
She is tuned to her lover, to his movements. She can feel the pace changing within him. Feel how he is reaching his peak. And suddenly, she hears her name burst forth , he finds her neck. And there with that nibble of a kiss, he pushes her over the edge with him.
They free-fall together, these two who climbed as high as they could and then jumped off. Ah...breath deep, in and out, slower and slower still. How does my lover love me? Hum languidly I will count the ways.

And you wonder of my desire...

My desire for you is so much more than just the meeting of the lips in a kiss. Devouring, mapping, conquering. Hands that don't stand still, but attack of their own accord. And bodies that are weapons of offense and defense with multiple fronts.

I dreamt of your mouth as it tasted me, as your hands held me down and your lips mastered me. I dreamt of riding you and charging forward in a frenzy, in a wild and wanton gallop, unmindful of anything but the climax at the end. I dreamt of our mutual attacks on our bodies using our mouths as shields and gloves, our tongues as lances and grips and our lips as scouts to measure our terrain. But, in the end I know I was conquered by you.

I want to be devoured and ridden and pounded by you. And although you will cry the champion, I will smile in surrender, then plan my next attack. This war is far from over. Tell me, do you want to taste my pussy? Lap away at my clit? Eat me out as I cum? Will you finger me as you do this? Will you let me cum all over your face? And then come back for seconds? Ah baby...cant wait! Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to put my legs over your shoulders and slide into me? Do you want to listen to the slap of your balls on my ass as you pump into me? Do you want to turn me over, close my legs and enter me from behind?

Will you pound into me slow and soft or hard, fast and long? Will you spank my ass as you ride me hard and feel me tighten around your cock? Soon, soon all of this and more...soon! Will you lay there for me and let me ride your cock? Will you let me set the pace? Will you suckle my breasts as I ride? Will you take my nipples into your mouth and suck them hard, both at the same time? Will your fingers take them and pull, pinch them as I ride your cock? Will you let me dominate you as I ride? Will you hold my hips and set the pace for me? Will you spank my ass and feel how I tighten and bounce every time? Can I cum as I ride you, cover you with my juices, shout your name and smile? Ah me...I need you...want you...almost. Will you let me put your cock in my mouth? Will you let me watch as your hand strokes your cock? Will you bring your cock to my mouth so I can kiss and suck it as your hand tightens around it? Will you let my tongue lap at your cock, slick it up? Will you tell me you are about to cum so I can swallow you? Taste and savor you then suckle every last bit out of you?

I dream of this! Uummm do you wonder where my mind is? If I want you? If I am wet? If my nipples are hard? If my lips, hands, eyes, body hungers for you. Don't!
Bella Arjona:

You spoke to me of dreams

I dream of being in bed with you baby, of seeing your face come close to me as you kiss me.

I dream of your kisses, your lips on me. Of your hands, arms, your strength surrounding me.

I dream of letting go in your arms and knowing that you will be there, hold me, catch me, torture me.

I dream of your voice, your words as they push me to the edge and then your free fall with me.

I dream of a night full of loving, exhausted sleep and a dawn of more.

I dream of sleeping in your arms, listening to you breath, feeling your warmth.

I dream of wrapping my arms around you, holding you close, loving you more.

I dream of all of you, head to toe, front, back and in between.

But, mostly baby, I just dream of you.

I close my eyes and envision this:

A dream of reality or what my mind makes of it.

I dreamed of you last night.

I woke with a pillow in my arms and a smile on my face.

You in my mind.

Then I was a little upset, I realized it was just a dream.

I am consoled with the knowledge that you too sleep and wake in the same manner.

With a desire to sleep and wake and hold and are as unable to as I.

Part of me smiles at that.

If I suffer, so do you.

You maybe more.

Nag, Nag, Nag...

I want you to cum for me, so good that you have to catch your breath.

I want you to break out in a sweat.

I want to see your face as you cum, to feel you explode inside of me.

I want to hear you shout my name as you do so.

I want that and more, so much more.

I want you to kiss me tenderly as you ram into me.

I want to be taken slowly then hard and fast.

I want to cum for you so long and hard you are covered with it.

I want it to drip down between my legs onto you.

I want to smell our musk and remember what we did to get like that

More?

What I did not know

It isn't easy feeling for you what I do and not being able to see you everyday. There are times when I would give anything just to be able to look at you, touch you, or to feel your arms surround me. For me to hold you close to me. If only for a few minutes. I feel incomplete, like a part of me is missing when we are not together. I know that right now, this is how things must be. That knowledge does not make it easier. Everyday just reminds me of the joy you have brought to my life, that joy is missing right now. So, don't think that I do not feel for you.
I am thinking of you. I am counting every minute until we are together again. We have come this far, and still here we are. But, I regret some moments and I wish I had a do over button to make them better. I forgot, when we were together last, I forgot. I did not realize that you were leaving the next day, that I would not see you again for four months. And when I did,you have no idea how much I berated myself! How badly I wanted to be with you one more time, one more moment, one more kiss, caress, one more look upon your face.

There are times when I wake, with those thoughts flowing through my mind. When regret is a very sour taste in my mouth. I will live everyday fully and give my everyday as if it were my last. This I promise. So last night, after I despaired for being so abruptly cut off, I thanked the Lord because I saw you, heard you, and shared with you. One more day baby, one less day to wait.
I want to open the door to your presence, know you are home. I want to lay beside you as you rest your head on the pillow I hug when you are gone and know it carries your scent. When you are here, I cherish every moment we are together and treasure the moments we share when we are apart. I replay the words you have said to me. I hear your words and listen to them. I do not want to stifle you, push you, force you. I do not think I can. Sorry, I don't know where this came from...most likely frustration. I keep dreaming of the day you come home. I want to feel you here,with me. I want to spend sleepless nights and tired days with you. I want to know that soreness again.

Keep yourself well baby, you matter to me, so very much.

The Bouquet

She received flowers for the first time in her life from the man who has become so much to her. She had gotten flowers before, but never roses,never delivered. She felt like a young girl again, getting flowers from a special boy; one of those things you cross off your list. She cried and laughed at the same time, both were joyful. And when she thanked him, she wanted to share herself with him and she did.

They have found each other through miles and miles of distance. They have shared hope, joy and love through those miles. She has learned his body and his desires through the same distance, he has learned her. They have kissed and caressed with their words and voices.

I know his face and his hands. I know what he likes and wants. I know his way of making love. I know what makes him laugh and what he takes seriously.. I know he will be kind and gentle yet forceful and dedicated. I know he will bring me to the edge time and time again until he is ready for me to let go, all at his words.

My World

Give me a smile,
I will give you a kiss.

Give me a hand,
I will give you a caress.

Give me your body,
I will give you release.

Give me a day,
I will give you a dream.

Give me your heart,
I will give you my world.

Bella (04/09/2009)

And you heard me say AAHHH....

The phone rang and it was you.
You were thinking of me, as I of you.
Miles and miles in separation.
Yet, my heart is filled with elation.

And in that short and sweet conversation.
you made me smile, laugh in realization.
That although you may be far.
Right here, next to me is where you are....

Aaaahhhhh... ;-D