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Le Petit Mort

“I want to put my mouth on you.”

Odd, how they’d known each other for, what seemed, mere minutes. We’re virtually strangers. No, we’re not. No, they weren’t.

The conversation of the eyes had drowned out voices. Small talk. Insinuation. The eyes spoke of a chemical reaction. Need. Newness. But the lips pursed to words. “I want to taste you,” she sighed. Hours were not theirs to waste.

Both hearts tightened and expanded as she lightly touched his swollen groin. “Please,” she whispered, carefully tugging the zipper.

He watched, slightly nervous. A vein beneath the right eye twitched, the eye brightened, following the slow motion of her hand. “Are you wearing them?” I like white stockings. He had thrown the comment into conversation casually, early on.

She crossed her legs, sitting against him lazily, shoulder under his arm. “Yes. I would do anything to please you.” Time was of importance.

Where he looked was beyond her now. Within the turmoil of her passion she forgot what she wore, except that it added to his fantasy, and this, her newest intimacy, rehearsed inside the imagination, was now existent. Smokey sensuality, she had thought, and now that her mouth was filled with him, her senses declared that her imagination was, although vivid, not nearly as pleasant as the realness of it all.

And when he broke inside her mouth he clutched the laced edge of the stocking. Deep melancholy took his breath, twisting it into verbalized ecstasy. Or pain. Or both.

Intense sadness gripped him; le petit mort; extreme desire impassioned her; she swallowed. His tears were wistful; hers were of intolerable yearning.

“Will you want to see me again? Will you want more?”


Ah, if white was so pure in simplicity, then what of the black?
~Dedicated to a long lost love~


Jambrea said...

I love it Ellen!!!

“I want to put my mouth on you.”-That is just hot!! :)

Ashley Ladd said...

Hot stuff. What book is this from?

Ellen Ashe/Jade Jurgensen said...

Oh- this isn't from a book- it's one of those post card stories I wrote a long time ago for a little contest! Had to be under 500 words and being a bit on the wordy side I thought it might be a good exercise for me!!!

Denysé said...

Beautifully subtle yet overt. Nicely done, Ellen - a lot of power in few words - it takes a REAL writer to weild the pen with such succinct grace...

Hugs to you my friend,

Ashley Ladd said...

Ellen, did you win the contest? I agree it's eloquent.

Dawne' Dominique said...

Oh, so poetic and wonderfully written, Ellen. I got lost in the moment, the words, the sensual stopping of time! Do it AGAIN! *smiles*

Catherine Chernow said...

Wow, Ellen.

Where's my Fan Boy when I need him?

That was incredibly hot and...moving.

: )

Catherine Chernow

Jamie Hill said...

Lovely, Ellen! You, wordy??? Nah! But you are good, woman!


Ellen Ashe/Jade Jurgensen said...

Aww... thank you everyone! No- I didn't win that contest but I did get an "honorable mention" for another one- I'll post that here another month!!! Thanks for the compliments! I love it!! LOL