I enter with him as guardian; tall, strong, honest. The man that everyone wants to be friends with and many want to know what he tastes like.
With this security, delicious anticipation and buoyant confidence I take in my surroundings. Rectangular-shaped space. Dimly lit. With only the cut-outs of the glory holes casting sexy shadows. Unmistakable sounds of pleasure and the intoxicating scent of pheromones and cum.

I feel how wet I already am. How heavy my breasts feel and how hard my nipples are.
I take a moment to bask in the divine anticipation. I know exactly what I am here for. I have fantasised about it incessantly since the last time. With deliberate calm and confident softness I entice the others,

“You may touch me.”

I close my eyes and embrace the

Darkness.

I turn my back to them,
And experience him;
Broad shoulders,
Mapped.
Strong arms,
Traced.
Sturdy neck,
Kneaded.

Suspended in time,
a moment of
appreciation.

I sense movement.
Feel warm breath.
Fingertips gingerly
make contact.
First tentative touch.
His, hers?

A surer touch.
Echoes mirroring
my hands' path
from the barest of silhouettes,
choreographing the play.

I lean into the anchor.
Gravity shifts.
Magnet pulls.
Foreign hands to explore.

Sweep of my waist to hips.
Swell of breasts to eager nipples.

A deep moan of appreciation.

A second wave of hands
smaller vie for coverage.
First relinquish to pursue other riches.
Drifting to plump cheeks.
Generous handfuls grasped.
Nape licked.
Hips rounded.
Treasure sought.
I shift and grant full access.

A lusty groan of desire.

Fingers dipped.
Nectare claimed.
Immediately savoured.

Primal growl of knowing.

And with a swish of the curtain,
I vanish.
🦋

I have always had a strong sense of interoception. I know that I am a healer, a nurturer and I am drawn to serve. I also know that I have a delicious bratty side that seeks exhibitionism and voyeurism. Above all, I am a sensualist and I adore sensory stimulation and deprivation.

This is a little teaser of one brief true interlude of a wholly spectacular night of sensual exploration.

It still makes me shiver with delight.

I originally wrote this as a free verse poem and it was not accepted because it was too short. As a friend said, it was a 'quickie' after all.🤣

I hope you enjoyed it🦋