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moonlight mandala
her ‘harbor of wicked intent’ was always wet,
so she spent a lot of time in the bathtub to cover for
it. pools, beaches, wherever there was water. she just
liked to be wet, I suppose. I figured when she slept,
she had mermaid dreams.
I was holed up in an air-conditioned hotel room, trying
to avoid the desert heat. I noticed a plug protruding from
the bathroom wall, concealing a hole that had never
been repaired.
in the randomness of fortune, it occurred that her bath was
adjacent to mine. the walls were thin, & when I heard the
water running in her tub, I popped the plug.
I beheld a woman who was no stranger to beauty, as beauty
goes. all the heart breaking curves that made her female.
one night I noticed her wearing a white robe, & a bag large
enough for a towel. I figured she was headed for the hot tub
downstairs, so I put on a pair of shorts & went down.
the tropical room was illuminated only by moonlight streaming
through the large windows. when I stepped into the tub, we
glanced at each other but didn’t speak. in moments, she began
touching herself as if I wasn’t there.
she pinched her nipples under her bikini top as she rubbed her
breasts. her other hand slid down her taut belly & into her
panties, to make love to her veiled pearl. her subtle movement
was sensual choreography; it was a ballet of eroticism.
I couldn’t remain simply a voyeur. she did not object as I moved
toward her. at once, my mouth was on her, sucking her aroused
nipples. my hands were all over her intimidating flesh, fingers
invading deeply within the folds of her water lily, & encroaching
rudely the puckered secret of her ass.
time passed rapidly, or else it stood still. at last, she threw her
head back, shutting her eyes tightly. her unchained moans
echoed in the moonlight: it was the most beautiful music ever.
I stood up then. my lust was dramatically apparent, & she
stroked me to release.
returning to my room, I slept for what seemed like days. when I
came to, I learned that she had checked out. I had no idea where
she had gone,
but wherever she is, she’s wet…
(Artist unknown)
Published 2nd Dec 2015
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3rd Dec 2015 00:47am
John a sexy, voyeuristic tryst that had me giggling in the end.. creamy goodness ;)
love Crim
love Crim
3rd Dec 2015 1:52am
Oh John that was a great fantasy beautifully told. You handle eroticism very well. :-0
3rd Dec 2015 3:49am
Some admirable description here. And a heavy weight of sadness that sometimes attends the disappearance of even a one-night stand.
3rd Dec 2015 2:21pm
3rd Dec 2015 2:24pm
That first stanza is like a description of me....lol
Having a voyeur once in a while is fun, but you're right, it can be hard for the voyeur to remain that way ; )
Very sexy John
And gorgeous picture
Having a voyeur once in a while is fun, but you're right, it can be hard for the voyeur to remain that way ; )
Very sexy John
And gorgeous picture
3rd Dec 2015 7:11pm
6th Dec 2015 3:28am
the first stanza was opposite
of getting my feet wet
i was mentally soaked
"her ‘harbor of wicked intent’ was always wet,
so she spent a lot of time in the bathtub to cover for
it. pools, beaches, wherever there was water. she just
liked to be wet, I suppose. I figured when she slept,
she had mermaid dreams."
mermaid dreams...what imagery!!!
then this
" all the heart breaking curves that made her female."
how deep they speak to the male!!
the story unfolded
as did she..
as did you..
"time passed rapidly, or else it stood still"
a passing moment of molecules..
appreciated and remembered..
and expressed with an artist's touch
your words indeed move John..
12th Dec 2015 3:36am
The scene of sensuality, laved in liquid moon gushes... mmmm, admittedly gushing in wetness myself. I felt like the voyeur to your dreamy good fortune. Love the art. - blue angel x
27th Oct 2016 6:04am
What a stunning photo. And a beautiful tale of wetness in the secrets reveiled by moonlight. Of course, every woman enjoys being wet,that in itself is poetic....
