This hobby fills a great variety of desires, as varied as the people themselves that partake. There are fetishes. There are many flavours of roleplaying. There are the domination/submission scenarios, and many more I can't even imagine. I've sampled a few of these delights, and they can be a fascinating diversion. Sometimes, though, it's the simplest things that are the most satisfying.
I wake, my eyes fluttering to life. It's very, very early in the morning. It's still dark, but not so dark that I can't see her outline lying beside me. She's lying on her stomach, and turned away from me. The sheet is pulled low, and I can see her thick honey-blonde hair spill over her pillow, the curve of her smooth tanned back, the sweep of one athletic arm. I can feel the warmth of her leg against mine, draped in the caul of a single white sheet. We fell asleep afterwards, a few hours ago, curled up against each other. For a brief instant, seeing her there in the dim light, I thought she was a dream. I realized quickly that she wasn't just a dream, but was so real that I could smell and touch her. She would wake if I touched her, though, and I didn't want to do that.
I watch for a moment. Her back rises and falls, rises and falls. It's so quiet, yet her presence fills the room with life.
She's a very pretty woman. She has a fresh, natural attractiveness that comes from being active, athletic, and outdoorsy. Her hair is frosted naturally by long hours of being outside in a way that hairdressers could only dream to replicate. But there is more to her beauty than what I can see on the outside. I've been lucky enough to see her grace outdoors under adversity, bringing a bucking beast under control by her charm, skill, strength, and her sheer force of will. And after she had left me open-mouthed by her power, she walked up to me and left me breathless by showing me the sweet, gentle country girl that she is.
I now notice the sound of water just outside my window. I wish I could wake her and listen to the burble and bubble together at the day's break, but I know she needs her rest. I know she's not a morning person, so I'll just let her sleep on. I know she'll wake me, in her own special way, with that special skill that she has, in just a few hours more.
Nisi nirvana. It's Latin for 'almost paradise'. No, scratch the nisi. I'm already there. I drift back to sleep.
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I wake, my eyes fluttering to life. It's very, very early in the morning. It's still dark, but not so dark that I can't see her outline lying beside me. She's lying on her stomach, and turned away from me. The sheet is pulled low, and I can see her thick honey-blonde hair spill over her pillow, the curve of her smooth tanned back, the sweep of one athletic arm. I can feel the warmth of her leg against mine, draped in the caul of a single white sheet. We fell asleep afterwards, a few hours ago, curled up against each other. For a brief instant, seeing her there in the dim light, I thought she was a dream. I realized quickly that she wasn't just a dream, but was so real that I could smell and touch her. She would wake if I touched her, though, and I didn't want to do that.
I watch for a moment. Her back rises and falls, rises and falls. It's so quiet, yet her presence fills the room with life.
She's a very pretty woman. She has a fresh, natural attractiveness that comes from being active, athletic, and outdoorsy. Her hair is frosted naturally by long hours of being outside in a way that hairdressers could only dream to replicate. But there is more to her beauty than what I can see on the outside. I've been lucky enough to see her grace outdoors under adversity, bringing a bucking beast under control by her charm, skill, strength, and her sheer force of will. And after she had left me open-mouthed by her power, she walked up to me and left me breathless by showing me the sweet, gentle country girl that she is.
I now notice the sound of water just outside my window. I wish I could wake her and listen to the burble and bubble together at the day's break, but I know she needs her rest. I know she's not a morning person, so I'll just let her sleep on. I know she'll wake me, in her own special way, with that special skill that she has, in just a few hours more.
Nisi nirvana. It's Latin for 'almost paradise'. No, scratch the nisi. I'm already there. I drift back to sleep.
