[MF][Romance][Striptease] Very Cold then Very Hot

The day is bitterly cold and freezing rain falls slowly and steadily as it has all day. Millions of icicles dangle off of millions of surfaces that sparkle in the muted light of the low clouds. It is my favorite kind of day. Sweet and slow, warm in this place we inhabit. I am holed up in the spare room that is filled with my art supplies.

On this day of ours, while you are reading on the couch beside the fireplace, we are full of rhythm. Life is average and in that—is beautiful. The washing machine hums a unique beat accompanied by a dish washer. The muted hush of dancing white noise against the steady dripping of the rain outside the windows. The fire crackles and reflects the warm and wavering glow on the skin I’ve loved hundreds of times before.

Within my special space, filled with my supplies, blank paper, clean and dirty brushes, artwork in various states of completion—I am measured in my own rhythm. I sit in my old black rolling chair that is more faded to grey than it once was. It is sunk into the perfect height for how I sit. My bottom seated comfortably against the worn surface and my torso spread over the desk that is filled with my inspiration. I wear my simple black tunic that is now splattered with paint over grey leggings. My hair twisted into a messy clip above me, and my bare feet curl beneath me. Music pours at a medium level through speakers that I assigned to assorted spaces to fill my mind as I focused on my work. I am lost to the pattern of action as I move.

Wet brush, dab color, apply to paper, manipulate color, allow to dry.

Wet brush, dab color, apply to paper, manipulate color, allow to dry.

As I continue the monotony of patient movement, the images that reside in my mind slowly begin to come to life and the familiar rush of excitement and satisfaction take over. And as I do when joy fills up my soul, I begin to sing along with every song that graces the air around me.

I work steadily for quite some time before I realize you are here with me. I feel you first. The strange and almost supernatural way you fill up the space in the room and my body naturally is inclined to you. Subtly I turn and catch you in the corner of my eye. You know that I know you’re there as my voice falters and suddenly I am only humming. My face is red.

“You didn’t have to stop.” You say. I know you well enough to hear the smile that spread across your beautiful face and I can’t help but laugh as well.

“I didn’t realize I had an audience.” I return with a laugh to my paper. I can feel the shift in the floor as you come closer and envelope yourself in my space. My happy place. You stand so close behind me without touching that I can feel the heat of you and it distracts me as you speak.

“That looks great.” You comment to the half-filled paper and I am full of pride. It’s turning out every bit as wonderfully as I had hoped, but I can’t help but be amused that you try to understand my art when you’ve never been very artistically inclined.

“Thank you, baby.” I say as I lift and stretch my back to release the knots and kinks that occasionally overwhelm me as I work. You know my needs well and immediately your strong hands are on my shoulders to dispel any pain I might be experiencing. I roll my head as your thumbs and fingers knead the delicate muscles of my body and I can’t help but moan quietly in appreciation.

Music continues to pour over the speakers as my hands discard my brushes on the table and focuses entirely on you. It amazes me every time. How it feels when the air changes and our bodies begin to feed off of each other’s energy.

I laugh as you spin the chair and suddenly I am looking up at you. The picture of masculinity. You look down at me and my breath catches in my throat. It is as it always is and yet still new. Your hands are gentle as you run them from my cheeks and hold me while you lean down and kiss me tenderly.

You are filled with a kind of awe that is almost too much to bear. A new song comes on that is full of instruments and beating drums. I love how our desire is colored by the music we hear. You touch me like I am breakable. Gentle and sweet kisses that move my soul and set my skin on fire. Strong hands that pull me up out of my faded chair and against you as you explore my mouth even deeper.

My stomach is left hovering behind me as electricity passes from your mouth to mine. Sweetness becomes insistence as I reach up and wrap my arms around you. Enjoying the complexity of your touches that explore my backside.

I am transformed through your wanting and affection into far greater than I really am. I can feel your slight tugging to leave my special space and find sanctuary in our bedroom, but I am made bold by your desire.

I break the connection that we have together and I can feel our mutual protesting. I release a laugh. The kind of laugh that isn’t necessarily humor but the release of unusual energy. I don’t tell you what ideas are suddenly moving through my mind, although I know you’ll love them. You look slightly confused and hurt as I tell you I don’t want to leave. You turn rather red, I can see that my supposed rejection has stung you which makes me laugh again. A moment of doubt passes over that perfect face and I place a hand on your chest.

“Relax.” I say with a whisper between deep and calming breaths. I try to master the heart that threatens to burst out of my chest for the wanting that resides within me on a deep level. The kind of wanting that only you know how to awaken within me. I guide you gently to sit in the chair I recently vacated. You can still feel the heat of my body there.

I reach for the stereo and turn the music up louder, effectively eliminating any outside white noise or rain that I had previously admired. Both you and I could feel the bass of the songs move through our skin and almost in sync with our internal rhythm. You raise an eyebrow but look amused. I blush but smile a wicked smile for my baby.

You hold your arms out to me once again to direct me and I smile my mischievous smile then shake my head at you. “No.” I mouth teasingly as I step back slowly and begin to rock my hips back and forth in time to the beat of the music. Your hands fall into your lap and you are suddenly incredibly aware of me. Watching me.

I allow myself to push thoughts of you into the back of my head as I focus on the deep and commanding sounds. I tell myself what I am. I am yours. I am beautiful. The picture of femininity with my full hips and sizable breasts. I am a Goddess and I will do everything in my power to pull you down with me into the depths of pleasure and desire that I am aiming for.

My hips roll in a methodical and controlled way as I work my hands across my stomach and up over my head. I work the balls of my bare feet and face away from you as I enjoy the music. My hands work their way back down my body as I slowly shake my ass for you. Cool fingers hike up my tunic until I have the freedom to loop my thumbs into the thin fabric of my leggings. I can hear you take a shuddering breath behind me and I can’t help but smile to myself.

I am the hypnotist and you are my victim. I am yours to take and yet I can command your attention.

Every time I roll my hips from side to side I pull my leggings just a little further down as I bend at the waist, emphasizing my full rear and lacy peach panties. I step out of the pants and kick them to the side as I turn back to you and again am compelled to smile. Your eyes are dark with lust and I’ve only just begun.

My fingers slowly crawl as I dance them back up and over my tummy. Up under my black tunic and toward my ample breasts. I want you to see the way my waist slopes into my hips. I want you to see how my skin creases slightly from being full figured. See my favorite freckle revealed that sits on the center of my lower chest, just below where my bra would begin.

I want you to watch as my muscles enjoy moving in a very specific way and especially for you. The man who commands my heart and desire. Let me serve you in this way.

My tunic goes up and over my head and while my arms are in the air you can see the distinctly female way my body is formed and created for your pleasure. The shirt gets caught slightly in my hair as I dangle it out to the side and drop it. You are completely shocked for a moment as my breasts fall out of my shirt uncovered. My puckered and ashy pink nipples hard and tight against the fullness of my pale skin. They sway and bounce slightly as I continue my little dance.

It’s beginning to be a challenge to force myself to focus as I am revealed before you. I can see the tightness of your jeans as you sit there and want you to touch me. Your breath is shallow and your face is flushed as you view this woman who seduces you. I stand straight and slide my hands along my skin. Exploring my breasts and nipples for you. Touching myself lightly all the way up to my neck and back. Back down to the band of my panties that are slightly transparent and hides the shadow of my most private places. A mere looping of the thumbs and dancing them gently down is all it takes to free myself of the last of my clothes before you.

To approach you is like giving in to the current of the ocean. Allowing myself to be guided true north. Give life to the magnetic forces within me that propels me forward. You are mine. Every inch of the skin that by now I’ve well memorized. The curves and angles. The scars and callouses.

I come up to you and your hands immediately rise to pull me near. You grip my waist in your strong hands and you begin to kiss me sharply. I return those hungry kisses and do my best to fill your spaces with the passion that you give to me. Your hands explore and knead my skin with more pressure than before. With need. You feel my ass and grip it tightly, causing me to moan into your mouth and then you press my entire body against you. You touch me everywhere.

When we separate briefly we are both pink with blood flow and you can see how the pink heat crawls from my cheeks, down my neck and across my shoulders. We are panting and we know where this is headed. This time as I kiss you I pull your shirt up and over your head, revealing your chest that is broad and mine. I look deep into your eyes as I place my hands on you and feel your racing heart. I wonder if you can hear how mine answers you. The same fingers that only just explored my own body now explore yours as I work them downward. I know your body almost as well as I know my own. I know where I can drag my light fingers and watch your stomach tighten. I know where your freckles are. I slowly fall to my knees before you as I begin to unbutton your jeans and you nearly stand to help me get them to your knees.

I take my sweet time to pull them over each foot, pretending to be innocent of your underwear that barely disguises you. I allow my face to get very close as I manipulate your clothing and I hear you gasp at my proximity. I love that I affect you that way.

As our moment is approaching I run my hands across your thighs and I look up at you, looking down at me. I want to commit this moment to memory. Burn this into my mind to draw on later. To be inspired by. The way you look at me and both love me but desire me completely. I begin to pull your underwear down and you lift again to allow me to pull it off of you. You spring free and I am before you. Admiring you in all the ways you were designed.

My fingers are surprisingly cool as I touch you compared to the heat that we both are emitting. Every place my skin touches burns you and feels incredible. Sensations travel up your stomach and into your thighs as I trace the lines and creases of the length of you. Again I look up into your eyes as I lean forward and kiss the tip of you. You are amazingly soft for being so hard. I grip you gently as I open my mouth and touch the tip of my tongue to you. I trace my tongue on you and then pause with my open mouth over you. So my hot breath cools the places I moistened before I close my mouth over you.

My tongue explores how you feel as I watch your face and you react to me. A little up and a little down. Losing myself to making you feel good. Giving you pleasure is almost all I could ask for before you place your hands on my shoulders and ask me to stop. Please. Both of us are filled with need.

You need to be inside me. We need to be done with this. I give in but only because I desire you so much. I nod and lift, then tug on your hands and insist you lie on the floor. At this point you don’t care how pleasure comes as long as you’re with me. Holding me. Touching me. You gasp at how cool the wood floor is on your hot skin as you lie down and I hardly wait for you to be comfortable. Today I command.

I straddle your waist and can hardly contain myself. You adjust to help me position you and I am consumed by lust. I slide myself over you and you fit within me perfectly. Tightly. I rock gently to get you deeper and then deeper as I gasp and grit my teeth. I watch your face contort and see how you resist immediately taking me. We pause. Locked together and united by the energy that our combination creates.

I know it won’t take long as I begin to rock my hips against you. Grind my skin against yours and establish a glorious rhythm again matching the music that echoes around us. Your hands grip my waist to pull me against you as I move slowly back and then sharply forward over and over. My muscles are clenching deliciously as I work against you.

The slow movement is torture as my pleasure crashes over me like waves in the ocean. The steady pace begins to build and beg for surrender. My body, controlled as it may be, begins to give into the way you rise up to meet every push. No longer able to maintain a pattern but moving more erratic. Sweat beads on my skin and a drop trickles along my brow and into my hairline as I look down at you. My hands struggle for purchase against your skin to push and pull myself faster. My hips move of their own volition as my movements become shorter and faster. My teeth are gritted and then my mouth is open as I’m gasping for release. My name floats like a wish over your tongue and with my body, I beg for you. My finisher.

I can feel my body getting tenser and suddenly I am lost to the friction and only able to focus on the end. Your hands are gripping my thighs as you hold back your groans, but the sounds you make throw me over the edge. I begin to rock in small spasms as explosions of glory dance on every surface of my skin and pulls you into your own climax. You rock upwards and lift me as I am trembling with aftershocks. You empty into me and my voice cries loudly at the amazing sensations.

As every time I finish in a powerful way, I collapse onto you, my muscles unworkable and my ears begin to ring. I can feel the vibrations of you speaking but can’t hear you and can only manage a weak laugh as you wrap your arms around me.

Only one of our infinite moments.

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