Author: Charlotte_Stephens21

Merely a coincidence, if you believe in that sort of thing. Divine timing has such a nicer ring.

A door was opened and neither party hesitated. Challenge accepted, minds became infiltrated.

Chance encounters led her to him, now they’re both playing with a fire neither can let dim.

Seduction is such a dangerous game, especially once he’s imagined her screaming his name.

There’s no turning back, cards are on the table. Who could have known desire felt this fatal?

The intensity of his hunger has run the gamut but she’s quite accomplished at scaling granite.

C. Stephens

Do I catch your eye, in those split seconds I see you looking in my direction? Is it always just coincidence or are you thinking what I am thinking?

I can’t begin to describe the thoughts that I have. This intrigue…..this desire in me that hopes to cultivate the same desire in you. I’m drawn to you, I want to study you, learn you, earn you, and possess you.

So, here we are, in a restaurant, seated in an intimate and enclosed outdoor dining area. Separate tables for separate lives in separate worlds just crossing paths unassumingly. I thoughtfully take a sip of my drink and then lick my lips. Have I caught your eye again? Do you follow my tongue as it moves across my mouth? Do you consider what my lips, my tongue, and my mouth taste like? How they would feel against your skin; how they would feel against your own mouth?

I continue to steal glances and we make eye contact once more. I let myself linger for a few seconds longer than the time before. Do my eyes communicate all my curiosities? Do you share an inclination to explore the possibilities? Read more »

Limbs trembling.
Mind suspended, somewhere between worlds.
Physical vessel entrusting you with secure landing.
A loss of control, fueled by our blissful encounter.

Inhaling.
Lungs expanding.
Natural instincts gratifying impermanence.

Weightless wanderer.
Enveloped in kaleidoscope colors.
Consciousness exploding, exploring, searching.

Floating.
Senses heightened.
I hear your breathing, feel your fingers lace into mine; breadcrumbs, leading me back to you. Sated.

C. Stephens

I can feel you. Beneath my skin.

I want you there no matter how debilitating the thrill.

It’s crippling and I’m certain you’ll never know exactly how it feels.

Sometimes words just aren’t enough so I won’t waste the breaths that I desperately need when I’m in your presence, when inhaling is almost too tough.

I can feel you. Beneath my skin. I want you there.

C. Stephens

Water slides off of her skin slowly and yet quickly. No, perhaps time has stopped. Or perhaps this life giving combination of elements does not answer to time but forges on despite. It moves across her skin in the most natural way, as if it had a conscious mind and it’s always known it must not cling to that which it does not own. She stands there in the claw foot tub, beneath the water that has shrouded her in a veil of rain. The warmth enveloping her. Her broad frame relaxing and coaxing the palms of her hands to rediscover everything her body has to offer. Left breast, one then the right. Smooth skin down her stomach, to her navel, her trimmed pubic hair. At last, her pussy. Without a thought, instinctually so, she parts her labia and begins to draw circles around her clit. Circles only she could design, as if she were an artist creating a masterpiece. She enjoys teasing herself this way and continues to drift mindlessly away under the spray of the water. Read more »