Bisuccubus: 2h
As the night falls in all it’s glory and pristine beauty, like a new found fawn or a tranquil pool of glistening dew enveloping all it touches, I think of you. After that kiss early tonight, and your truncated response, I'm kinda restless. But there is some kinda softness pouring out of me tonight. It is a desire, a sensuous desire no doubt, but full of tenderness and soft feelings towards you...
(I'm weird, ain't I? Instead of taking that kiss to a sexual sprint, I want to kinda stop and smell the roses, holding you by the hand, touching you, looking at you, smiling like lovers do. I don't want to rush things with you. I want to woo you, prime you up wash away all your fears with the abundance of my feelings and make you realise two women loving each other can be such a beautiful, aesthetic, sensual experience.)…show more content… In fact i am kinda jealous of that pillow, I think and I smile. I am also thinking of kissing the lipstick off your lips and how delightful it would be. My heart is aglow with that soft overpowering warmth for you. And I see you as a baby sleeping soundly.
Yes thinking of you, missing you, wishing we were together has its own charm. This is also a form of sado-masochism. There is pain but there is a pleasure too in that pain. There are elements of torture. There are also elements of ecstasy.
I imagine as you sleep soundly in your bed, your left hand is under the pillow. You are on your side. Your underarm is clean, and your breast is nestling peacefully. You are breathing softly. With each breath, your chest is heaving just a wee bit. This slight movement almost gives a life to your breasts. The softness of the flesh resonates with the rise and fall of the chest with each breath. The suppleness of your breasts kind of gives me the feeling of a wave undulating on your body. I find it very
