Inside the Stage
Life sometimes presents us with a surprise.
Man and woman. Each with his daily life and routines. Nothing that would bring us close. But fate made our paths cross once.
This one time was enough for a spark of desire to shine in the eyes.
It generated doubts, generated curiosity. Made us pick each other up through the virtual web pages. Made us exchange revelations and secrets. It generated more wishes.
I'm thinking of you now, woman...
So, if even being in the midst of the chores of your daily life, you suddenly feel away, isolated from everything and everyone, don't be weird.
If, even wearing the discreet clothes of a day's work, suddenly watching them transform, become endowed with sparkles, cracks, transparencies... All take a taste of subtle provocation, also don't wonder.
Don't be alarmed, if the day-to-day good lingerie turns, takes bold shapes, a bra that frames your breasts, in a diaphane panties that most displays you that hides, that gently enters you.
Ready! The initial scene is set.
We're on stage...
Everything has been prepared and now the character comes into play. A you that certainly few, very few, imagine exists.
Now I look at you. In an enchantment that almost makes me forget the command posture that the moment requires. But - to hard feathers. ..I control myself.
I know the moment calls for the posture of a regent of a symphony. You're the orchestra. Every part of your body is an instrument. It's up to me to extract musical notes from each of them, making your body reverberate on the sheet music that we'll follow together for the next few hours.
But first the orchestra must perform. Knowing that, you stand before me.
I'll be sitting and watching you. Look strict and demanding.
An order won't even be necessary now. As if every musician in the orchestra were removing from his suitcase the instruments he will play, you take away, with the calm and slowness necessary for this liturgy, every piece of your garments.
You don't fool me!
There is no point in manifesting a certain hesitation, there is no point in showing any shyness. I know very well of the debauchery courtesan that I am now releasing from the shackles of everyday life.
Go on! Even your complete nudity...
I have to stop myself again. Of course an unbroken erection takes me. I see you biting your lips when you notice it, evidenced, right inside my clothes.
But we are only in the initial adage of our symphony. Time to look at you, admire your nakedness, see you more and more mistress of your desires, abandoning any remnants of the old shyness that still remained. There's no room for rections on our stage. You know that. Show me your body, point me like arrows cutting off your erect nipples. Separate your thighs so you can sense the musk secreted in your sex.
Let's move from adage to a motorcycle walker. I order you to stand against the wall. Hands above your head, leaning on the masonry, holding you apart, legs apart, hips moved back.
Stay like this.
Maybe I'll tell you to keep your eyes closed, or I'll put a blindfold on you. Whatever. You hear that I undress, feel that I approach, realize the warmth of my body in your skin. You feel my eyes are searching you, intimately, intimately...
Time for the regent to check out the instruments of his orchestra: my hands travel through your body, every turn of yours. They take your breasts, they pet, they squeeze, they make your nipples spin. They come down your lap, your belly. And as expected, they get wet in your sex.
The rider with motorcycle suggested the theme, which now develops in allegro. Moment of opening your Pandora's Box and definitely releasing the debauchery that lies there in everyday life. You have to wake her from her sleep.
I pull your hair with some vigour to turn your head back so as to hear well all the commands that will now be whispered to you. I'm talking to you in the most direct and raw way. Here words gain another fork, there is no censorship, the more banned out there, the more endowed with meaning and brightness here.
I'll make you all mine!
Suddenly, you feel a burning, heat rising. Along with the hot words, even hotter a vigorous slap vibrated in that soft derriere of yours, which trembles in a harmonic, dissipating the energy received.
Others follow, until your skin warms up and becomes red as desire.
Until your flesh becomes even softer.
Until you present your surrender.
So we can move from allegro to allegro vivace.
I make you turn your body, kneel before me. So you feel like a hard, wet meat walks through your face. It passes through your lips, like the lipstick of a courtesan, drawing in them the most libertine desires.
You welcome me in your mouth.
Reverate with your dry tongue the member you make so rigid.
I make you sit on my foot. This way, as I suck up all your thirst, I can massage your furnace with my toes.
Ah! My dear: what a doubt! Close my eyes, to direct all my energies to feel you in your enveloping voluptuousness, or keep them wide open, and so am I ecstatic with the vision of your surrender?
Then we'll follow. By filling your hair in my hands, I take gently and vigorously your head, I give you movement.
Until our partnership consummates in this first act, liquefying in your mouth all my male essence.
We'll start the second act with a good one. The scene will now take place at the dinner table.
I put you there, lying on the top, so I can use you.
To go all over your tongue. To suck your hungry breasts. To drink in your sex with the voracity of a starving shipwreck.
Until we rip an orgasm out of your guts and then seal the end of this second act with a totally complicit kiss: your taste in my mouth saluting mine in your...
The symphony must continue. The other acts will be staged in the bed. They'll all be alive...
We will merge into one body, until an electricity travels us, uniting us in this celebration of pleasure.
Not to forget the profound boldness that only the special muses can grant, and in a new act to resume the subject by a new entry...
My dear: there are times and situations when words are not enough to demonstrate all the intensity, all the density of a dramatic action.
Better make use of euphemisms, parallel quotes, paraphrases. Let the mind fly free and celebrate all this will.
How I want you now...
There are rare times in life when destiny presents us.
It's this way that, delighted, now I receive you...
LOBO
Published text. Copyright reserved. It is prohibited to reproduce, in whole or in part, and to be transferred to third parties, except with formal permission from the author.
Law 5988 of 1973
Man and woman. Each with his daily life and routines. Nothing that would bring us close. But fate made our paths cross once.
This one time was enough for a spark of desire to shine in the eyes.
It generated doubts, generated curiosity. Made us pick each other up through the virtual web pages. Made us exchange revelations and secrets. It generated more wishes.
I'm thinking of you now, woman...
So, if even being in the midst of the chores of your daily life, you suddenly feel away, isolated from everything and everyone, don't be weird.
If, even wearing the discreet clothes of a day's work, suddenly watching them transform, become endowed with sparkles, cracks, transparencies... All take a taste of subtle provocation, also don't wonder.
Don't be alarmed, if the day-to-day good lingerie turns, takes bold shapes, a bra that frames your breasts, in a diaphane panties that most displays you that hides, that gently enters you.
Ready! The initial scene is set.
We're on stage...
Everything has been prepared and now the character comes into play. A you that certainly few, very few, imagine exists.
Now I look at you. In an enchantment that almost makes me forget the command posture that the moment requires. But - to hard feathers. ..I control myself.
I know the moment calls for the posture of a regent of a symphony. You're the orchestra. Every part of your body is an instrument. It's up to me to extract musical notes from each of them, making your body reverberate on the sheet music that we'll follow together for the next few hours.
But first the orchestra must perform. Knowing that, you stand before me.
I'll be sitting and watching you. Look strict and demanding.
An order won't even be necessary now. As if every musician in the orchestra were removing from his suitcase the instruments he will play, you take away, with the calm and slowness necessary for this liturgy, every piece of your garments.
You don't fool me!
There is no point in manifesting a certain hesitation, there is no point in showing any shyness. I know very well of the debauchery courtesan that I am now releasing from the shackles of everyday life.
Go on! Even your complete nudity...
I have to stop myself again. Of course an unbroken erection takes me. I see you biting your lips when you notice it, evidenced, right inside my clothes.
But we are only in the initial adage of our symphony. Time to look at you, admire your nakedness, see you more and more mistress of your desires, abandoning any remnants of the old shyness that still remained. There's no room for rections on our stage. You know that. Show me your body, point me like arrows cutting off your erect nipples. Separate your thighs so you can sense the musk secreted in your sex.
Let's move from adage to a motorcycle walker. I order you to stand against the wall. Hands above your head, leaning on the masonry, holding you apart, legs apart, hips moved back.
Stay like this.
Maybe I'll tell you to keep your eyes closed, or I'll put a blindfold on you. Whatever. You hear that I undress, feel that I approach, realize the warmth of my body in your skin. You feel my eyes are searching you, intimately, intimately...
Time for the regent to check out the instruments of his orchestra: my hands travel through your body, every turn of yours. They take your breasts, they pet, they squeeze, they make your nipples spin. They come down your lap, your belly. And as expected, they get wet in your sex.
The rider with motorcycle suggested the theme, which now develops in allegro. Moment of opening your Pandora's Box and definitely releasing the debauchery that lies there in everyday life. You have to wake her from her sleep.
I pull your hair with some vigour to turn your head back so as to hear well all the commands that will now be whispered to you. I'm talking to you in the most direct and raw way. Here words gain another fork, there is no censorship, the more banned out there, the more endowed with meaning and brightness here.
I'll make you all mine!
Suddenly, you feel a burning, heat rising. Along with the hot words, even hotter a vigorous slap vibrated in that soft derriere of yours, which trembles in a harmonic, dissipating the energy received.
Others follow, until your skin warms up and becomes red as desire.
Until your flesh becomes even softer.
Until you present your surrender.
So we can move from allegro to allegro vivace.
I make you turn your body, kneel before me. So you feel like a hard, wet meat walks through your face. It passes through your lips, like the lipstick of a courtesan, drawing in them the most libertine desires.
You welcome me in your mouth.
Reverate with your dry tongue the member you make so rigid.
I make you sit on my foot. This way, as I suck up all your thirst, I can massage your furnace with my toes.
Ah! My dear: what a doubt! Close my eyes, to direct all my energies to feel you in your enveloping voluptuousness, or keep them wide open, and so am I ecstatic with the vision of your surrender?
Then we'll follow. By filling your hair in my hands, I take gently and vigorously your head, I give you movement.
Until our partnership consummates in this first act, liquefying in your mouth all my male essence.
We'll start the second act with a good one. The scene will now take place at the dinner table.
I put you there, lying on the top, so I can use you.
To go all over your tongue. To suck your hungry breasts. To drink in your sex with the voracity of a starving shipwreck.
Until we rip an orgasm out of your guts and then seal the end of this second act with a totally complicit kiss: your taste in my mouth saluting mine in your...
The symphony must continue. The other acts will be staged in the bed. They'll all be alive...
We will merge into one body, until an electricity travels us, uniting us in this celebration of pleasure.
Not to forget the profound boldness that only the special muses can grant, and in a new act to resume the subject by a new entry...
My dear: there are times and situations when words are not enough to demonstrate all the intensity, all the density of a dramatic action.
Better make use of euphemisms, parallel quotes, paraphrases. Let the mind fly free and celebrate all this will.
How I want you now...
There are rare times in life when destiny presents us.
It's this way that, delighted, now I receive you...
LOBO
Published text. Copyright reserved. It is prohibited to reproduce, in whole or in part, and to be transferred to third parties, except with formal permission from the author.
Law 5988 of 1973
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