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Erotic Moments
by Scarlet Black
Copyright © 1987-2002, All rights
reserved.
I Sit and Wait for Him
I sit and wait for him. IÕve played and replayed a multitude
of scenarios of the two of us together. As if watching
it on a movie screen, I hear the music, smell the fragrance
of lust, and feel the unbridled passion stemming from
days of pure fantasy. Like a well crafted and somewhat
sophisticated erotic film, I am the star. I am the one
getting fucked. I am the one screaming. The scenes are
hot and it makes me even hotter.
Never before have I let go so completely to a stranger.
Someone IÕve only spoken to, whose alluring voice has
guided me through wild masturbating episodes. Always leaving
me breathless. Always making me come. And although I am
fully aware of the danger, I canÕt stop myself. The unknown
only adds to the excitement. I sit and wait for him because
thatÕs all I can do.
Then the telephone rings. I know itÕs him and IÕm ready.
His voice spills over my nakedness like the darkness.
I hear his hunger for me getting stronger each time we
speak. The role-playing begins. We step out of our self-made
shells and strip down to our private desires. You can
do that with a faceless stranger. ItÕs so easy.
Tonight I made love to him in his mind. My words painted
pictures of dark lust. He came for me, further wetting
my appetite, as well as my panties.
Even now as I write, this ache between my legs is very
persistent. I have been so aroused these last few days
that itÕs been difficult at times to concentrate on anything
else. I bring my hand down to the flowing wetness. I think
about this faceless man and find myself dripping in anticipation
of our next encounter. The mere thought of him makes me
shudder.
I slowly move my body to the echoing cries of his released
passion and get lost in myself. Touching myself, my hands
become his hands. His hands thrusting inside me. His hands
stroking my breasts. His hands probing until I . . .
I sit and wait for him, knowing tonight it can only get
better.
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Scarlet Black's Bio:
The
darkness....so beautiful, so inviting, so deadly, so
seductive. Enter my world where the darkness can either
be your lover or your worst nightmare. See what I see
when I turn out the lights...
I've been writing poetry since my first high school crush.
Throughout the years, many experiences with love, lust,
pleasure and pain enabled my writing to take on a life
of its own. My poetry grew from simple love poems to words
drenched in darkness and pulsating with passion. I then
moved on to short stories and have a growing collection.
With my words I can make you fall in love all over again
or turn you on. I am able expose myself through my writing
and always hold nothing back. I write what others dream
about. I go explore places and feelings that can not be
contained.
Visit my website: www.poetryexpressions.com
it's a four part journey that will tease you, frighten
you, tempt you, and even make you cry. In my darkness
there are many stories to be told. I invite you to fondle
my pages, flirt with my demons, as you shudder at my touch.
Scarlet
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