Fantasy (Part 1)

(Warning: Graphic sexual contents)


I stand there in front of the large full length mirror with platinum-white expensive frame, gazing shamelessly at the reflection of a naked figure. A feminine structure-- tall and slim, slightly paled-skin, aging in her mid-twenties,her dark brown hair tied up in a messy bun. 

She is a thin-lipped girl, her lips seem like pink petals outstanding her warm skin tone,her big elegant hazel eyes with more green in them than brown, stared innocently with long eyelashes giving more artistic look than any other girl.Her skin is soft and creamy, today she looks different. Hands dropped by the side, eyes scanning through the curves of her own, for a moment she thought it maybe a masterpiece of any famous sculptor put up on an exhibition for everyone to admire her fullness and artistry. Her breasts are at their delicacy,round and riped. In spite of her youthful appearance, she doesn't look "girlish"-- she is a full grown woman.

She is the image of my own, but so different from last time, so sensuous, so consuming. The curves of the hips;the long,smooth legs standing so strong and firm at their place, felt perfect in my own eyes. I had never got a chance to look at my body like this before. All these are very new and unusual. Nakedness is nothing to be ashamed of, for the first time I realized it, this body is a gift.

This body is an emblem of purity and nobility, therefore appealing and exquisite. 

Once I eyed myself properly,I see slightly dark patches under my eyes, then few pink-purple bruises here and there adding colors to the pale portrait of mine. Last night was heavenly,though I didn't get much to sleep, in a good sense, possibly in the best way. So it's nothing like I'm complaining or anything. Yes, I do feel a little sore, but definitely not in pain.

Just then, a pair of hands,large masculine, slowly revolved round my waist passing a shiver through my spine.I see the image of a figure towering over me in the mirror, the very familiar person holding me tight against him, pressing my back to his chest.He is atleast a foot taller than me, his body warm and wet from the shower he had just taken few minutes ago.Then, a thought hit my mind maybe he was standing there all along watching me ogling at my naked body.The way I stood, glared, examined myself. I know he loves watching me, and it turns him on. He definitely quite enjoyed the little show, leaving me wondering what would have I done If I were in his place. See him naked,exposed, freshly out of shower, standing  strikingly handsome as usual.  

His bronze hair wet and disheveled making him look sexy as hell and irresistible as well. He pressed into me more, brushing his groin against my back, his breaths heaved,chest falling up and down, powerful arms tightened around my waist, as he bend to whisper in my ear, "You are Beautiful." 

I closed my eyes melting in his hold, tracing my upper lip with the tip of my tongue, only until I tend to bite my lower lip. It is surely quite early in the morning, but neither of us tried to hold the burning desires growing inside us.His hands move against my arms, trying and soothing me.

OH God This man is hard... 

I'm amused to know I've such effects on him.He is turned on by the sight of mine as much as I'm by his.I pressed my thighs together to hold back the arousal tingling between my legs.   

"Open your eyes, Love."
He's not a man of many words.His actions are his words.He is the prefect blend of manhood and divinity. He certainly unleashes my inner goddess to her boldest form.I can testify that with last night's actions and bruises thereafter.

Opening my eyes I stare with a crooked smile on my face, at the same two figures on the mirror fondling in a massive master bathroom with designed marble floors,pebbled-grey wallpaper,fog-free expensive glasses and decorations. He is a God,master of my universe; his deep blue eyes staring at my reflection. My cheeks burning with hot flushes, blushing till the tip of hair. This man is one of a kind.

He slowly grabs my breasts in his hands, squeezing them lightly before saying "You have such beautiful breasts,love. I can caress them for hours." My breasts swell with needs, nipples tight and hard. He takes the nipples between his thumbs and index fingers rubbing off slightly as he massages the breasts in circular motions.

"Ah..." I moan probably a little louder letting my head fall back over his chest,aching for him desperately.
"Harsh.."he mouths under his breathe for me to be quiet.Though I know he loves my moans and groans, screams and shouts on top of my voice while he shows me the stars and glimpse of universe.

Will I ever get enough of him? 

My knees go weak,legs shaking, I'm thoroughly drenched, panting for more of his touches,he slides his hand down my stomach,over my pelvis,tracing my hip bones.
"Open for me,Love."

He cups my sex in one hand as I part my legs,fingers moving up and down, while the other grabs my breast tighter. I gasp as he insert a finger inside my folds,"Oh you naughty girl."He chuckles, "You're dripping.So wet.So ready for me already." 

I want to shout Yes! Yes! I'm ready, but only for you but the words seem to lost their way to my mouth. 

His thumb pressing,circling my clit as his index finger enters into me.He adds the middle finger after few strokes, pushing me towards my climax,

Oh God...Yes Yes...AH...
He removes his fingers out just before I was about shatter on his hand. "What are you...."I scream in protest, frustrated with his sudden withdrawal. He turns me around, holding my face in his hands,"You'll get what you deserve when the time comes."he assures " But we'll take it slow...real slow this time." 

Tiptoeing I plant a small kiss on his neck, my palms placed on his chest. He is this gorgeous olive skin tone to match his broad muscular shoulders, well-toned abs,he even has a perfect V-cut..Oh this man does workout regularly possessing this hottest body to die for.His naked body is a perfect art of Man, most delicious as he looks completely edible.He holds my chin up to kiss me softly on my lips.He looks into my eyes for some time before kissing me again,only this time it's full-mouthed one.I couldn't read his expression but I'm sure he wants this as much as I do.His tongue traces my upper lip wanting for me to open up.He takes my lower lip between his,then biting it softly.

"I wanted to bite your lips since the very first day I met you." He calls under his breathe.
I wanted that too.I tried speaking but only to fail again.

Gradually our kisses become intense, deep, more wild, his tongue playing skillfully with mine.It feels so different from last night's,few new doors always open everytime we are together, new feelings flood through, forcing us to try out varieties. I feel his heartbeats under my palm matching my own,like we are the same soul under our flesh and skin.I can smell fresh lime and menthol from his skin which tempted me more to have him.I move my hands round his neck, pulling him closer to consume his mouth,I can taste his toothpaste,so satisfying and refreshing.And as my fingers grip his hair,tucking them a little;his hands drop on my waist, his palms massaging my hips.Our lips nibbling,sucking,petting as he deepens the smooch just before grabbing my ass and carrying me up.My legs hook around his waist,fingertips scratching his scalp, messing with his hair.I taste little saltiness on my lips completely clueless whose blood it could be..His or mine?

Since last few minutes we are behaving like horny teenagers gone rogue,jumping into one another and claiming ourselves like never before. We are lost in the moment...Lost in us. Suddenly the word 'Us' sounds prolific,screaming future.His promise of taking things slow is long passed.I'm profoundly sinking in my own thoughts until a cold surface felt under my back.Just as our kiss breaks,I realize sitting on the luxurious marble vanity top across the bathroom.If only we could function without oxygen,we would have been inseparable at that moment.
He has removed all the items from the top with his hand in one swift motion before letting me go.He leans to touch my forehead with his as we both inhale as much air possible. Our little intense,passionate make-out session was quite a success. As we cool down gradually I hear him say,"What are you doing to me,love?"His voice low and vague as if he doesn't want me to hear it,"Lady, you'll be the death of me."

I plant a kiss on his jaw before looking straight into his eyes,nodding with a devilicious smile letting him know I'm ready...ready for the next round. 



                                                                                                 ( ...............to be continued)