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The magic of the intimate call

A phone call awakens the sensuality between two lovers separated by distance. The story explores intimacy and sensory ecstasy in a unique telephone dance..

In the cozy gloom of my living room, I lay on the couch, surrounded by an atmosphere permeated with sensuality.. The dim light of the lamps created dancing shadows on the walls, highlighting the softness of the red silk that enveloped my body and the suggestive darkness of the stockings that stroked my legs.. The furniture in the living room was to become a silent witness to this intimate encounter.. Every piece of furniture seemed to have been strategically arranged to enhance the sensuality of the moment.. The sofa, with its soft cushions, became the perfect setting to be carried away by the impending complicity.. The landline was resting on the side table, its presence discreet but intriguing.. The red phone case merged with the tone of my blouse, while the black cord fell suggestively, emulating the sensuality of the stockings that hugged my legs.. The curtains, barely open, let the light of the night filter through, creating an intimate atmosphere that invited confidence and mutual discovery.. The whisper of the wind outside mingled with the soft melody emanating from the room, creating a unique soundtrack for this moment of complicity.. It was on this stage, where the details of the decorations became accomplices of the sensuality, that the telephone began to ring.. The phone's melody resonated in the atmosphere, creating a kind of intimate prelude.. When I answered the phone, my lover's familiar voice filtered through the earpiece, becoming a warm whisper that filled the room.. As I lay on the couch, the red silk of my blouse stroked my skin with every movement, and the black stockings added a layer of mystery to the scene.. The telephone, with its black cord, became the link that connected our thoughts and emotions across distance.. The conversation flowed like a captivating dance, every word spoken echoing with complicity.. The pauses became accomplices of intimate whispers, and the shared laughter intertwined with the soft crunch of the couch cushions.. The atmosphere was charged with electricity, as if the telephone connection were a conduit to release contained desires.. As we explored the territory of our fantasies, the details of the environment came to life.. The light from the lamps enhanced the texture of the red silk, creating a play of shadows and flashes that accentuated the sensuality of the moment.. Each word seemed to weave a canvas of complicity, painting vivid images in the shared imagination.. Time became an abstract concept, and in that intimate universe, only we existed through the telephone line.. The hours were fading into a symphony of confessions and shared sighs.. The connection over the phone became an intangible but deeply tangible bond.. My senses were sharpened, capturing every twist of his voice as if it were a caress whispered directly into my ear.. As the conversation progressed, the details of the room continued to nourish our shared experience.. As the conversation progressed, an electric current of sensual tension would take over the call.. The words, now charged with a more intimate nuance, became seductive whispers that caressed my ears.. Each pause was filled with excitement, as if the same time were suspended in a sensual suspense.. The couch, silent witness to our confessions, seemed to yield to the fiery atmosphere that had been created. Every creak of the furniture became an echo of shared passion, as if the furniture itself was conspiring to intensify our connection.. The light of the lamps, once dim, now became more suggestive, casting shadows that delineated the curves of the red silk and accentuated the mystery of the black stockings.. The visual details, combined with the whispered words, generated a symphony of stimuli that fueled the shared imagination.. Confessions became bolder, desires more explicit.. Each revelation was like a step further in exploring uncharted territory.. The tension in the air increased with each word, creating a telephone dance where the line between reality and fantasy blurred.. The scent of the scented candles intensified, merging with the growing passion of conversation.. Each perfume became a sensory reminder of the shared connection, elevating the experience to a deeper, carnal level.. In the silence between our words, there was a promise suspended in the air, a promise of pleasure waiting to be unleashed.. The sensuality that had been building up with every detail and every confession reached its peak, leaving a latent sense of desire in the room.. My sighs mingled with the words, creating a symphony of excitement and longing.. Every detail of the environment, now intensified by the growing tension, became a key element of our telephone dance.. The tension in the call reached its peak, like a melody heading towards a passionate climax.. Every word shared, every breath taken, seemed to take us beyond the boundaries of the known.. In that waiting silence, the confessions took on a deeper, more passionate tone.. The words became soft moans that echoed through the headset, creating a sensual echo that intertwined with the desire-laden atmosphere in the room.. The red silk that rubbed my skin and the socks that caressed my legs became silent witnesses to the overflowing passion. The couch, which was once an accomplice to our confessions, became the stage where the climax of our phone conversation unfolded.. At the climactic moment, the words became sighs, and the sighs, shared moans. The imagination merged with reality, and through the distance, the shared pleasure manifested in the subtle harmony of our intertwined voices.. The climax of the conversation was a collective sigh, a shared ecstasy over the telephone line.. The light in the room seemed to intensify for an instant, as if it reflected the explosion of emotion we had just experienced.. With our hearts pounding, we plunged into the silence that followed, like two souls rejoicing in the unique connection that only an intimate phone call can offer.. The room, which had witnessed our telephone dance, was filled with a satisfying serenity. In the cozy gloom of my living room, I lay on the couch, surrounded by an atmosphere permeated with sensuality.. The dim light of the lamps created dancing shadows on the walls, highlighting the softness of the red silk that enveloped my body and the suggestive darkness of the stockings that stroked my legs.. The furniture in the living room was to become a silent witness to this intimate encounter.. Every piece of furniture seemed to have been strategically arranged to enhance the sensuality of the moment.. The sofa, with its soft cushions, became the perfect setting to be carried away by the impending complicity.. The landline was resting on the side table, its presence discreet but intriguing.. The red phone case merged with the tone of my blouse, while the black cord fell suggestively, emulating the sensuality of the stockings that hugged my legs.. The curtains, barely open, let the light of the night filter through, creating an intimate atmosphere that invited confidence and mutual discovery.. The whisper of the wind outside mingled with the soft melody emanating from the room, creating a unique soundtrack for this moment of complicity.. It was on this stage, where the details of the decorations became accomplices of the sensuality, that the telephone began to ring.. The phone's melody resonated in the atmosphere, creating a kind of intimate prelude.. When I answered the phone, my lover's familiar voice filtered through the earpiece, becoming a warm whisper that filled the room.. As I lay on the couch, the red silk of my blouse stroked my skin with every movement, and the black stockings added a layer of mystery to the scene.. The telephone, with its black cord, became the link that connected our thoughts and emotions across distance.. The conversation flowed like a captivating dance, every word spoken echoing with complicity.. The pauses became accomplices of intimate whispers, and the shared laughter intertwined with the soft crunch of the couch cushions.. The atmosphere was charged with electricity, as if the telephone connection were a conduit to release contained desires.. As we explored the territory of our fantasies, the details of the environment came to life.. The light from the lamps enhanced the texture of the red silk, creating a play of shadows and flashes that accentuated the sensuality of the moment.. Each word seemed to weave a canvas of complicity, painting vivid images in the shared imagination.. Time became an abstract concept, and in that intimate universe, only we existed through the telephone line.. The hours were fading into a symphony of confessions and shared sighs.. The connection over the phone became an intangible but deeply tangible bond.. My senses were sharpened, capturing every twist of his voice as if it were a caress whispered directly into my ear.. As the conversation progressed, the details of the room continued to nourish our shared experience.. As the conversation progressed, an electric current of sensual tension would take over the call.. The words, now charged with a more intimate nuance, became seductive whispers that caressed my ears.. Each pause was filled with excitement, as if the same time were suspended in a sensual suspense.. The couch, silent witness to our confessions, seemed to yield to the fiery atmosphere that had been created. Every creak of the furniture became an echo of shared passion, as if the furniture itself was conspiring to intensify our connection.. The light of the lamps, once dim, now became more suggestive, casting shadows that delineated the curves of the red silk and accentuated the mystery of the black stockings.. The visual details, combined with the whispered words, generated a symphony of stimuli that fueled the shared imagination.. Confessions became bolder, desires more explicit.. Each revelation was like a step further in exploring uncharted territory.. The tension in the air increased with each word, creating a telephone dance where the line between reality and fantasy blurred.. The scent of the scented candles intensified, merging with the growing passion of conversation.. Each perfume became a sensory reminder of the shared connection, elevating the experience to a deeper, carnal level.. In the silence between our words, there was a promise suspended in the air, a promise of pleasure waiting to be unleashed.. The sensuality that had been building up with every detail and every confession reached its peak, leaving a latent sense of desire in the room.. My sighs mingled with the words, creating a symphony of excitement and longing.. Every detail of the environment, now intensified by the growing tension, became a key element of our telephone dance.. The tension in the call reached its peak, like a melody heading towards a passionate climax.. Every word shared, every breath taken, seemed to take us beyond the boundaries of the known.. In that waiting silence, the confessions took on a deeper, more passionate tone.. The words became soft moans that echoed through the headset, creating a sensual echo that intertwined with the desire-laden atmosphere in the room.. The red silk that rubbed my skin and the socks that caressed my legs became silent witnesses to the overflowing passion. The couch, which was once an accomplice to our confessions, became the stage where the climax of our phone conversation unfolded.. At the climactic moment, the words became sighs, and the sighs, shared moans. The imagination merged with reality, and through the distance, the shared pleasure manifested in the subtle harmony of our intertwined voices.. The climax of the conversation was a collective sigh, a shared ecstasy over the telephone line.. The light in the room seemed to intensify for an instant, as if it reflected the explosion of emotion we had just experienced.. With our hearts pounding, we plunged into the silence that followed, like two souls rejoicing in the unique connection that only an intimate phone call can offer.. The room, which had witnessed our telephone dance, was filled with a satisfying serenity.

You 'll be my dessert

I guess. Is that a memory? - I'm not. I just let myself get carried away by the sensations.

Many years ago I read something similar and I always thought of recreating it.. To taste your warm lips still wet by the slipping drop of the last sip of contented desire. .I wish we had tasted it a long time ago... but now you're here in the flesh... real and significantly mine... I'm hungry. Hungry for something special and unique... Hungry for dessert... and my dessert is you.. to free you from the wrapper that covers you, to walk with my hands all over your body, to go crazy next to you... to be ecstatic with you... to release the caresses from the prison in which we have locked them for months... the dinner (the wait) has been too long, and now I want to take you... my dessert... I win first battle... or you let me win it... you know I like to stand behind you... holding your hands behind your back... having the power in me... I know you can with me... I know one word is enough to get me at your feet... surrendered... and yet you let me have you prey and that only strengthens the charm and magic of this place Sublime moment…. I lock myself in your body, I look at you lost in thought... ready to devour you... I smile....and think with desire... I'll eat my dessert....you look at me and ask: what? Nothing - I reply Your body... "One kiss, another kiss, and I'll fall back into the paradise of your skin... what?" -again you ask- Lustful and obsessive gaze... for answer You look at me... Smile... You gasp... hummmmmmm... But you don't say anything. I smile... I kiss your mouth... I slip my tongue inside it... you receive it with yours... and they begin the dance of seduction... they stop their steps to welcome a new war of caresses... I kiss your closed eyelids... your forehead... as a sign of the tenderness you awaken in me... I take your hand... feeling The sweetness of your being... now I'm slipping all over your body.. I don't want to lose an inch of your skin... now you're mine... I don't know what will happen tomorrow... I don't want to know.... But in this moment of time we belong... I bite your neck with too much passion... don't worry I won't leave marks... no... at this moment... I hold your head with my hand... urging you to continue... not to culminate such a kiss... full of ecstasy and lust... you seek me... nor will there be a scrap of my skin left free from your searches. You find me... you transport me near the limbo... one step from the stairs that begin the ascent... but it's still too early to knock. I wish to taste even more of my post. - Take me, say smiling inducing your body towards me... put your softness into my... hummmmm.... You gently place it inside you... your moisture... Hummmm...your warmth embraces me...it's yours...play with it...within you...enter...get out...take hold of it...move in circles...asssssiiiiiii.... I'm not going to... You enjoy it... because we belong... without restrictions... without inhibitions... this is the great moment... You and me alone... your beauties touch mine... waves of sensations crystallize around... What a pleasure.…….. I make a stop... to whisper in your ear..."Princess... I want you and I'm going to eat my dessert"... And again I enter you... slowly... to increase the speed at which impulses dictate to us... the beats like kettledrums... the warm-blooded... Cheeks aflame... the messy hair... Hands on your shoulders... As you arch your back in every impulse my body gives you....you want it... I wish so... the irrepressible moment of pleasure... You can see it coming... hummmmmmm....yaaaa... it's yours....aggghhhhhh... You hold me... You hold me by your side... You bite your lip while you look at me... your eyes sparkle... You don't look away from me... We will light a bonfire with the chipas that are released while we swing our exhausted bodies and desire for more....that's what you ask for... more more more....hummmmmmmmm…. My kisses on your back and sweat on your sheets... spasms of pleasure locked in the storm... chills camouflaged in an impending heat wave... legs tense... muscles contract.. You lose your mind... and you fall defeated by the first wave... panting... I can only hear your groan as I receive you inside... I'm not going to... I'm not going to... I'm not going to tell you.…….. Rest my princess... Let me consent to you... as my desired baby... for that I take your hand... your head resting on my chest... I stroke your hair with my fingers... my hands pass gently over your face... your cheeks still sweaty... pinkish... just as I imagined... and in the air are carried words that are released from You and me... translate a single expression of total devotion and pleasure... I'm here princess... to make your dreams come true... my pretty princess... now my already tasted dessert…. A moment full of tranquility and sweetness... with the sea calm... But my mind plans how to keep knocking on the door of your bowels... to make you climb a couple more rungs on that ladder that will take you to the limit... With the first eruption of the volcano... The sea exploded beside us, and with the next wave... The storm gives way to calm... And I still remember my hunger for you....and I repeat to myself... A thousand times more....I want you for dessert.    

The mystery of your eyes

How one look can reveal what's going on in the heart of one man to another.

I without expecting it, without discovering it, you are like the waves of the sea that hit me the shores of my heart without giving you permission.

Your gaze has followed me since my first day in this place, now I don't ignore it, it's inevitable. You're like the blue of the sky that envelops me in its mystery.

I imagine myself next to you but at the same time I feel a great fear. A terror that it's just curiosity, that it finds nothing but false ideas.

You're a child, you haven't been brave and neither have I. Silence separates us, there's an invisible wall that doesn't allow us to tell each other what we really feel..

I need to taste your lips in my palate. I want to feel the warmth of your arms over my body and lie on your chest while I whisper to you the most passionate love songs I know..

I saw it only takes one chance, the brightest and most perfect day for the true to blossom and beautify what can happen between the two..

This is not imagination, this is not fantasy, this is reality.. Just one step away from looking us directly in the eye note: that's what you can imagine, when you realize that the eyes of that boy you crossed eyes with from the first day you had contact now follow you every day in the same place and at the same hours where you have to I see him almost every day.. It's uncertainty not being able to find out what he feels for you, whether he loves you or just curious.. You're attracted to their physique, the few times you've seen them smile but you can't understand what's really going on.