A smile in the flickering candlelight, hands finding lips, lips finding skin, skin finding fingertips.  Clothes kicked to the floor, missing the flame.  Movement measured, slow, lingering on skin warm to the touch.  Tongues explore mouths as hips grind, thighs vising thigh, hands tangling hair.  Sighs turn to gasps as favorite places are found....

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I couldn't resist. Sorry.

I couldn't either.

Although I'm not sure how to complete that, I'd like to spin a tale of my own!

This date had been planned for days. The anticipation culminating in a rolling hum in her lower abdomen, her heartbeat accelerating at the thought of her favorite mister on his way to her arms. She slept fitfully last night, waking up in a warm sweat as she imagined what the morning would be like in his arms. His big, soft hands traveling across her cheeks as his mouth covered hers in gentle hunger, tasting his breath, feeling the warmth against her dewy skin. His hands traveling the length of her soft body, tracing the lines of her hips while she lay in his arms. Her pulse quickens as his mouth finds her breasts and his hands travel to the sweetest of her destinations. She can feel his manhood against her leg, stiffening and pulsing with desire. Their lust culminating in onc soft, romantic urge. He looks up from her soft breasts and holds her face in his hands, gazes deep into her eyes as he deftly enters her. By now she is dripping with desire and as he enters her, her breath catches and her muscles instantly grip him, milking his cock. They move as one, moans blending, he grips her hand in his and nestles his mouth against her neck, lightly, gently kissing and nibbling. She can't hold back any longer, doesn't want to and at once, they explode together. Her muscles contracting with his, her pussy milking his cock dry, their bodies lie mingling together, spent and fatigued. She thanks him and begs him not to get up, not yet. They bask in the glow of their lovemaking, caressing, feeling one another's heartbeat slow and fall in unison. Last kisses are long and enjoyed, he must go now and she begs him to return, to touch her and kiss her, cover her body with his. He promises to return. "Soon," she begs, "please, I need to feel you inside me, filling me, wanting me, needing me. I need you to return." "Soon." he whispers.

I can't wait to see you again, lover.

Megan

Independent or Agency...

Your thoughts?

muwahahaha!

Awesome Megan.

The unshaven, yet stouthearted stranger draws in the sweet flavor of his favorite Cuban cigar. He is self-possessed as he awaits the moment in which he will have his seductive mistress once again in his arms.

The East-Indian waiter is multi-cultural and speaks English with a slight British undertone. This pleases James (Bond) as his somewhat allusive personality reigns in Britain. He motions the waiter for his check and proceeds to pay for his coffee and biscuit.

James strolls down the crowded streets of vendors, jugglers and possible marksmen waiting to collect on their mark.

Upon his arrival, James notices Ciara's door is ajar, and he suspects foul play. The marksmen hover over Ciara's neighboring roof waiting for a good shot, yet James pays little attention to them. He knows he is momentarily safe and proceeds forward. He quietly walks through the voided space and gently places his coat on the chair adjacent to the door. He senses that Ciara is prepping herself for his arrival.

The smell of Jasmine resonates with song throughout her tiny apartment, and casts a sensual fragrance on her fine-silk draperies she recently purchased from a local Indian tailor. He cautiously walks near her dimly lit bedroom and notices candles burning throughout the lavender-colored room, at least six feet apart from one another. He treads carefully, taking caution not to knock one over as his body is already on fire -- filled from head to toe -- and so is the entire room.

Ciara appears from behind the folded screen, wearing only a silk robe that he purchased for her while on one of their ventures traveling through the Orient.  She brushes her hair back with her index finger and slowly disrobes in front of him. He hesitates -- just for a brief moment -- then moves slowly toward her with heart-stopping anticipation. She falls helplessly into his arms.

In a sweeping motion, James lifts her weakened body from the floor and carries her to her bed, which has been fluffed with the softest Down linens from Austria.

Flower petals are strewn across the headboard as if the two were magically transported to a Garden of Eden.    

To be continued at a later date.  

Hugs,
Ciara

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