Meanderings
by Jonathan Quince
Sunday, February 1, 2004 21:11:54
If it’s imagery that you want, the imagery from which dreams of passion are born, that I can provide. For mayhap you can drift away in fantasy, floating higher and higher, then be caught in a breathtaking updraft of raw carnal desire that carries you to the soaring heights of orgasm; and let these thoughts there be with you…
Of hands, virile hands and graceful hands, moving over your body…
Of eager tongues lolling about the most delicate areas of your skin, teasing you into a frenzy…
Of passionate mouths meeting yours in the communion of fiery ardor, now softly, now forcefully, mirroring your own desires and lusts and leading the actions of your body…
And now, as you move to consummate your yearnings, be moved by the dominating grasp of strong hands enraptured by your magnetic allure. Be enveloped and fulfilled by the mastery and penetrating coition of the masculine yang; dance intimately in convivial sisterhood with libertine nymphs of the feminine yin. Let yourself slide away as the titillating tides of orgiastic fervor wash the sands of reality from beneath your feet and carry you away into an sea of intertwined writhing bodies.
As the symphony of erotic passions rises in carnal crescendo, a goddess of voluptuous indulgences steps forth for a cadenza. Playing the sensitive areas of your anatomy like the strings of a violin, she brings forth moans and cries of passion from deep within you. Her mouth on your neck, tracing slowly the line beneath your jawbone, her body moving against your skin, one hand on your breast, the other sliding over your clit and slipping inside of you, she plies you with succor for your prurient appetites and brings you to full-throated harmonies.
Now a man steps forth to take your body. No mere chip of an ordinary guy, this alpha male whisks you away with an easy sweep of his arm. Carrying you to the bed of his lust, bearing you down beneath the weight of his muscles, locking you into an all-encompassing embrace you feel you neither could nor could want to escape, he unites your body to his in voracious coition, penetrating your depths and fulfilling your inner cravings with thrust after thrust of pure wanton energy.
In a never-ending circle of amative exchange, passions rising and falling and rising again as the blazing light of liquid pleasure drives all bathed in its embrace to one climax after another, the orgy continues, bringing uncountable delights to those awash in its raptures. Entwined in the tangle of naked bodies, you lose track of your own being. Carried away from lucidity by the heat of group debauchery, you become one with the orgy, a part of an organic whole, a single cell in the throbbing body of electric tension and celestial release.
My voice rings forth above the pandemonium of pleasureful screams and moans, calling your name to the lewd intentions of my embrace. That Girl of Insatiable Lust is the one I call, and you eagerly answer to my command. You come to be my accomplice in escapades of fleshy pleasures, my partner in this licentious dance, my odalisque and my plaything. Joining me in the vortex of the orgy, you become a mere extension of my body as I overwhelm your senses and send you flying to the heavens of salacious consummation.
Fantasy? What of fantasy? Is it fantasy that you wish? For fantasy is my stock in trade. When the meanders of my dreaming mind take a salacious turn, naught but wanton gratification may sate my unquenchable thirst for your sex.