At play

Away from the the crush, the maddening crowd, we slip past.

The lights are low, sounds soft. People are just getting started, pairing up.

Close to you, I feel your cock stiffen, rise against me.  Throbbing against my naked hip, urging me to pay attention.

As we kiss, I hear the sighs. Couples, couples plus one, doubled couples, daisy chains.

All fucking, sucking, licking, edging closer to cumming.

With a smile, you pull me away, to the chessboard.

“Baby, play with me,” you say, and I readily agree.

As the game progresses, so the the heat, the sounds of others. There pleasure washes like a mist across my bare feet, leaves trails across the cleft of my exposed ass.

But we keep playing, intent on who will win.

At some point, I am barely aware of the moans, the sounds, which reach a crescendo.

All that is left is the soft contentment of people who have gotten off in ways they crave, in ways of which they have dreamed.

Fingering them, these beautiful pieces that have been touched by others, we continue.

Until all that is left is for us to do the same.

~ by daturainoxia on November 30, 2008.