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trulyglimpses:

~ She nestled with sweet exhaustion into the coolness of the black leather. A soft incision of delicious thoughts bled richly into the haze where dreams whispered …..alluring the senses into complete surrender. Her mouth tugged into a slow….lazy smile, eyes fluttering gently …beckoning the misted visions of slumber as she drifted blissfully ….bare…. into a place where her steady breaths were merely a prelude to a journey with no wrong turns……just the promise of enchantment with every feathered footstep. ~

©Katy (Trulyglimpses)

shadowsecret:

Finding my way by touch…
Fingers feeling along the edge of darkness, thick with possibility, meeting warm smoothness, silk seduction. Tracing delicate shapes along contours, dipping into valleys, climbing slopes, a murmur of breath, a susurrus of air urging me onward. Hands caressing, exploring, kneading soft skin, cupping and hefting. A gasp in the black as my fingers flicker over a hard nub once, then again, and again.  Tracing tendon and muscle, taut with anticipation, breath held and released in a rush. My hands give form to the shape in the darkness, now still, now moving, following the curve of arched back, the tension of parted thigh. A sudden rush of movement, a cry out off the darkness, as my fingers brush over heat, and moisture, finding skin slick and yielding, inviting deeper, whimpers begging for more. I slide in deep, and deeper, feeling the rise and fall like the tides, hearing breath coming faster, harder, a moan, a shout, another hand gripping mine, holding on, desperate.
Movement slows…breath eases…robbed of sight, I feel your shape, trace your passion, reveal your need. Exploring the darkness, I find my way to you by touch.Photo by Dmitry Shishkin
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Camera
Nikon D300s
ISO
3200
Aperture
f/8
Exposure
1/160th
Focal Length
62mm

shadowsecret:

Finding my way by touch…

Fingers feeling along the edge of darkness, thick with possibility, meeting warm smoothness, silk seduction. Tracing delicate shapes along contours, dipping into valleys, climbing slopes, a murmur of breath, a susurrus of air urging me onward. Hands caressing, exploring, kneading soft skin, cupping and hefting. A gasp in the black as my fingers flicker over a hard nub once, then again, and again.  Tracing tendon and muscle, taut with anticipation, breath held and released in a rush. My hands give form to the shape in the darkness, now still, now moving, following the curve of arched back, the tension of parted thigh. A sudden rush of movement, a cry out off the darkness, as my fingers brush over heat, and moisture, finding skin slick and yielding, inviting deeper, whimpers begging for more. I slide in deep, and deeper, feeling the rise and fall like the tides, hearing breath coming faster, harder, a moan, a shout, another hand gripping mine, holding on, desperate.

Movement slows…breath eases…robbed of sight, I feel your shape, trace your passion, reveal your need. Exploring the darkness, I find my way to you by touch.
Photo by Dmitry Shishkin

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