Object Of My Desire

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The Object of My Desire

As i enter the candelit room
i gaze slowly aound me
until i am thrilled to see
just slightly to the left of me
the object of my desire
i am filled with a longing
so fierce, it consumes me
i feel an obscession to possess
the object of my desire
a sense of wanting so badly
that i can smell its fragrance
distinctly warm and musky
i breathe it in, inhaling deeply
i feel my nipples harden
and release a small sigh
carefully, i make my way
across the room
unblinkingly i begin to disrobe
unashamed and very slowly
unbuttoning my silky white blouse
until,at last, i reach the final button
my swollen breasts are released
and swing forward in excitement
i allow the little khaki skirt to fall
down my slightly squirming hips
and land in a heap at my feet
i then slowly and deliberately
remove my white lace thong
brushing my trembling fingers
just across my throbbing mound
i am tingling as i slide my panties
down, down, down...................
already damp, i toss them aside
i spot a glass of sparkling white wine
shimmering on the marble counter top
desperate for relief from the heat
i take a large gulp from the glass
holding it in my mouth
i taste its sweetness
yet it cannot quench the fire
coming from the hot steamy
object of my desire
i quickly part my lips
allowing its cold wetness
to cascade down my naked flesh
down, down, down.....
the wine drenches my pink hot nipples
making my tits glisten in the candlelight
it runs down my torso, pooling just slightly
in the valley between my legs
i instantly shiver, yet the fire is still lit
i begin to rub the wine
gently onto my aching clit
with a slow circular motion
i begin to pant heavily
slightly increasing my efforts
until i must insert a probing finger
into the wetness of my hole
pushing deeper, adding another finger
and then yet another, until my entire hand
is fully engaged in pumping, fucking, pushing,
down, down, down.....
i cannot take my eyes off
the object of my desire
it is a mutual decision, i feel
as it lies spread before me
like an open invitation
to become completely submerged
and filled with unbridled longing
soon my excitement mounts
i can wait no more
i must become one with
the object of my desire
i carefully lift one leg
and then the other
my pussy exposed and widely parted
soaking wet in its natural juices
i lick my lips and close my eyes
and release a loud moan
from deep within my throat
as i slowly, carefully, slide
down, down, down....
feeling delightfully engulfed
i lean back and tilt my head
keeping my eyes closed
i am ready to thoroughly enjoy
the object of my desire...

a luxurious hot bath

By Pam Martini 8-31-04


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