I wish I could explain us.
One time we came home. She was drunk, but I wasn’t. She poured me a drink as she got all the furniture out of the way. She put on “Gnossienne no. 1” on her record player and started dancing.
*M had danced for years. She actually got a scholarship to THE art school for dancing but the head of her potential program straight up told her she needed a breast reduction.*
*Plus, they told her to lose 10 pounds. She was a fucking size 4 and 5’6’… Assholes*
Anyway, when she poured me a drink and threw me down on the couch, she cleared the living room and put on “Gnossienne No. 1.” Then she started dancing.
*If you’re not already listening to it, put it on now.*
We didn’t have power that night so it was almost pitch black except the moonlight.
It was the sexiest dance I’ve ever seen. She laid on her back and put her legs up like they were telling a story. When she turned on her belly and crawled towards me, I almost moved away.
She put a hand up my skirt and started fingering me to the music. When I jolted she held me back down on the couch. When I whimpered, she put her mouth to my ear and told me to stay quiet and listen to the music.
When she put her hand on top of my head and moved me to the floor I was so mesmerized I couldn’t even stop to consider the fact that I had broken up with her the night before.
I slipped off her shorts and put my tongue on her clit. I circled so carefully and precisely that she groaned above me and whimpered. I was so slow, just like the music, and she couldn’t stand it.
She pulled my hair as I pressed my tongue against her. She asked if I was wet and I responded by putting two finger inside of me and then sticking them inside of her.
But I needed her breasts too.
I reached up and squeezed, fondled, and pulled.
*Holy fucking shit. Try eating out the hottest woman you’ve ever seen while her nipples tighten and her breasts bounce above you. I fucking dare you not to lose it.*
She didn’t say V… She said my real name as she came. She came so hard she shook above me and cried.
Then she pulled me into the couch so that I was lying face down. She put her mouth to my ear and all she had to do was nibble and bite it gently as her fingers moved in and out of me.
*Fuck*
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I moaned. She sped up (*in almost perfect rhythm to the music*), and I built so hard and quickly I couldn’t beat the music.’
When I orgasmed, it was all over her hands. I rode her hand so hard I felt odd when she finally pulled it away.
Moral of the story? Idk. Don’t date M?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xv552i/gnossienne_no_1_ff
Haunting and perfect for my mood.
It may interest you to know that The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig created this definition:
>gnossienne
n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand. (with apologies to Satie)
You are one of the most impressive authors I’ve encountered on this site. You write with such a passion and detail that others wish they could replicate. Good job and keep on writing.
My sole desire right now is to be present and involved with one of your orgasms. Just one. Don’t want to be a bother, the memory will do.
Another ridiculously good story
First, I had to YouTube Gnossienne No. 1. Had no idea what it was because I’m pretty much completely uncultured swine.
Now that we’ve established where I’m coming from, in high school I dated a dancer (ballet)/ figure skater and it really helped me to want to work on nutrition and fitness because she just wasn’t eating and the stuff she was doing was incredibly athletic and energy consuming. They abuse their bodies to stay small and strong.
Last note: the ass on a girl who skates is 10/10. Perfect. Damn near completely edible.
Man that sounds so romantic listening to that music and having passionate sex
I watched that meow Mix commercial recently and it was all I could think of while having sex and I swear the sex we were having was timed to that goddamn cat meowing
The relationship you guys had seems so beautiful and tragic .. something about “We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.”
This lowkey makes me want to cry.
Tonight I’m going to attempt to play my wife’s clit like Satie plays those keys…