Thursday, September 11, 2014

A Taste of Thursday, September 11, 2014 ~ Taylor Savior "Fervent Feral Dance"

A Taste of Thursday brings us another installment from my WIP, Taylor Savior. You'll remember that this is an erotic adaptation of the Grimm's fairytale, The Giant and the Tailor, for Decadent Publishing. The music today is Christina Perri, "A Thousand Years" from, of course, Twilight. Have you waited for love and promised a lifetime? I have.

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Aynne has come to Chicago to see her lover of 10 years prior for help. They have not seen one another since the one night they were swept away in one another's arms in the Whitcomb Hotel. Not unlike the historic hotel, will they discover that their love as stood the test of time? They meet in Simon's office, Chicago headquarters to his philanthropic efforts in the arts and music. 

Will Simon be as generous in private as he is in public? Aynne drifts into a daydream and back into Simon's arms 10 years prior; she reminisced while Simon's assistance gets them both coffee, shhhhhhhhh......let's see what happens next. Enjoy ~  ☼ o√ ¸.¨¯`*..*˜"*°

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Fervent Feral Dance
And then, there was no turning back, they did not wish to - nor could they stop if they did. They both began to cum; to fire, to launch, to leave the earth and leave their feet, their bodies a single rocket that screamed for release.

His cock deep, deep into Aynne wracked, lurched, and spasmed as he came in tidal waves of scorching orgasm. Simon shot two - three - four long streams of his hot eager seed up and up and up into Aynne as he buried his face in the auburn curls that framed her face and fell like an embrace along her shoulders.

Aynne felt his fluid heat ignite the path to her heart, to her very essence and she was pinned to the wall, suspended, unable to do anything but ride out this cataclysmic rush of fire and ice; love and lust.

And the fire of truth was…. Oh God, Aynne shuddered, trembled and felt the torrents begin in mounting rolling contractions, I am going to cum forever and ever in your arms.

They were awash in their own juices and they pooled - yes, pooled - at their feet as it joined and ran down their legs in the dim glow of the moonlight in that hotel room.

Oh MY GOD, Oh yes, oh yes, oh no, don’t ever… ever... ever... stop.

But they stopped, to breathe, hearts pounding as one, still against the wall.

Simon pulled away, slowly, from Aynne and looked into her just-opening eyes. They did not speak. He tenderly moved her wet, tangled curls from her face flushed with perspiration and eased his cock from her now clenched pussy. He slid slowly down her body, hands exploring every curve and knelt before Aynne at the fleshy alter of their pooled juices. Simon licked slowly, up the insides of her thighs, taking the proof of their love into his mouth. He held her tipped hips with his thumbs as he cupped the soft pale orbs of her ass. He continued his journey up to Aynne’s still parted, engorged and inflamed ruby red lips inside the tender mound nestled between her thighs. He looked up at her, smiled, slid his thumbs toward her tender petals then opened her further with his tongue. Simon sucked what remained of their mingled juices as he kissed her intimately - deeply - tenderly.

    Aynne gasped and grabbed Simon's head between the palms of her hands. She wanted to stop the careening, the volatile collision of passion and pain. But, instead, Aynne pulled his head in tighter to her pussy while he buried his face in the private moments of his kiss.

He drank deeply from Aynne of their love and it slid around his eager, hungry lips. Simon rose to his feet and kissed Aynne deeply, so deeply the evidence of their love, their cum, passed between their lips from his mouth to hers and back again as their tongues teased in a tight tango. Both their mouths feasted upon their love, as lips savored flavor and eyes memorized every exchanged nuance. Their tongues locked and entwined, again, in a slippery, fervent feral dance. He push up against her, kissed her through eternity and they were alive. They were there, together as one… and he was hard yet again. Simon lifted Aynne in his arms and carried her to the bed, laid her down and settled heavily between her legs. Alive, intense, insistent with hearts beating in a harmonic rhythm as one. She gave herself over to her desire, to his passions, nay, he took her that night ~ again and again and again. She willfully abandoned herself to his touch, to his desire, to his kiss and his will.

Aynne's surrender was complete, total, voluntary with not a thought to anything but this moment, this floating, magical, mystical moment in time where nothing but love could thrive in the intensity of the heat. Her body demanded, commanded, ignited the night. Aynne's world changed in unforeseen directions from that lustful starlit moment forward.

    Aynne was in love. 

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18 comments :

  1. Terrific taster- those wet tangled curls on her face- great image.

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    1. Thank you so much for stopping by and commenting on my work. It is very much appreciated. xo

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  2. I love the way you weave wonders my dear sweet soul friend. It sends me into the land of smiles and laughter while I feel the cares of the world being taken from me with your ecstasy word weaving. Thanks for sharing you... Ink on my friend... Much <3

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    1. Oh, Tim, my sweet Poetic Weaver. You honor me with your comments and visit. Thank you for stopping by and spilling some ink. xo

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  3. I like how you developed everything so slowly and passionately toward the conclusion. Great job!

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    1. So kind of you to visit and comment, Linda. This is hardly the conclusion! these two are just warming up. LOL xo

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  4. There was a ton of vivid imagery building up your story as the scene progressed. This one drew me into the scene immedialtely
    "His cock deep, deep into Aynne wracked, lurched, and spasmed as he came in tidal waves of scorching orgasm." You caught the sensations accurately. From there you described evetry detail splendidly. I don't knoe how you created such beautiful images.

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    1. Pablo, how you do flatter a girl. I enjoy writing for you. Your comments are always so thorough, as though you really ingest and FEEL my words. There is no greater compliment. Thank you, dear friend. xo

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  5. It was clear from the opening of this scene emotions were charged high. I enjoyed how you were able to keep up the heat and do so tastefully. Sometimes, when the writer goes for the heat, tastefully is sacrificed. I took a few notes I hope you don't mind ...smiles

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    1. You make me blush, Mangus. Your comment and your presence here are so welcome and enjoyable. Thank you so mcuh for your very kind and generous comments. You are welcome to pick and pilfer from my garden whenever the mood strikes. Thank you so much. xo

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  6. Such passion and fired up emotions. I doubt anything would have stopped them. Great taster

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    1. Agreed, dear friend, it would be the same as trying to stop a runaway train. Thank you for your kindness at stopping, reading and commenting. xo

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  7. Definitely a smoking, vivid piece. I love what you displayed there. I found intimacy and emotions. Nice!

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    1. You are too kind, Ray. Seems to have had the effect I was hoping for. Thanks for stopping by and commenting. xo

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  8. Oh wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

    I can't find words to describe how powerfully written this piece is. Goddamn... #speechless...

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    1. Oh, how you do flatter, Robert! Thank you so much! Xo

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