I wake up to the voice of you. I am naked in bed, rolled in the sheets, I look at you, you come near me and you implant a kiss over my cheek. I am sleepy, and the curtains are still drawn, the room is hazy but I see your beautiful face, full of the glory of last night.

I dress and make my way to the bathroom, thinking about you, your fragrance, still lingering on my hands, I smile, at the sudden onrush of emotions, desire for my body, the lovemaking, the moaning. I love making you wet, listening to you scream in my ear to not stop, to keep going until you are drenched in the aftermath of heated conversation between our bodies, I love the way you grasp me, it turns me on every time you do. You have a wonderful way around my body and no one can touch me the way you do.

You know my body dances to the rhythm of you. No one has ever made me feel this way. So desirable, kissing every inch of me, swallowing me, kissing my lips, making them want more. Nibbling on my cheeks. I like to put my head in between your bosom and feel your warmth down there. It’s heavenly and so relaxing.

Before I met you I haven’t known this heavenly thing, and I feel it with you, this physical connection with you. It’s special, and though I had several beautiful nights with the most insanely beautiful bodies across the city, it was you it was different with you every time. I lost myself in your arms, in your embrace, and each time I had this union with you, I would shed a part of myself in you, evolving, my skin and your touch making me swoon.

I thought it is love that is making me want you this way, but it wasn’t love or is too soon to say. What makes our nights better, what makes your kiss desirable, I haven’t tasted any lips so fine as yours, your hug makes me like a jelly, running my fingers through your hair, on your bare skin, gives me immense joy, the pleasure unknown. It’s like the drug taking effect, making each corner of neurons blast into this energy untold, I fold my feet and lie down, exasperated giving my all into you, you cover me with the blanket and hold me close near your chest, I suck on them and you caress my hair. I snore in your arms, your hair all around your face, until the nape of your neck, I smell them and grip you close.

I want more, and my eyes shut, invigorating each drop inside my heart. I have finally found my home within you. I wonder if you feel the same. I walk out and you are there wrapped in the bath towel, waiting for me, to give you one more kiss, one more lustful experience, and I see your eyes gleaming as you see me removing my shirt. I come at you holding your hands, kissing you beneath the ear and I hear you moan.

Author: Onesha

She is the funny one! Has flair for drama, loves to write when happy! You might hate her first story, but maybe you’ll like the next. She is the master of words, but believes actions speak louder than words. 1sha Rastogi, founder of

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