Zero at Midnightbysteveleenow©
The light of the movie theater's projector highlights the subtle features of your erotically delicate feet which rest gently on a yellow bar of a wall in front of our first row. You've taken your sandals off and you're sitting back so comfortably, as we enjoy the show that plays out before us.
But the movie is only somewhat interesting to me as I've just become so enraptured by the naked skin of your smooth, small feet. And your legs, the smooth skin and the light that dances off of it, in varying degrees of brightness, and I sigh as your skin disappears under the silky cloth of that casual summer dress you've decided to wear today.
And my mind wanders in the wonder of you. I smile slightly and look at the picture but then, I can't help it, so I glance again at your feet once again and I can't help but think of all the guys you've told me about before, the Mark's and the Chris's, all those wonderfully attractive young men who've been lucky enough to experience the pleasure of the smooth, soft skin of your legs gently rubbing against theirs as they held you close in such passion, want and such lust - in such sensual passion!
And you curl your toes gently in the darkened theater's limelight, as you adjust your legs slightly to allow yourself to remain comfortable, and I shudder ever so slightly. How those toes that rest and breathe freely above that yellow bar, so small and so tender, how they must have curled before for those other men as you came with infinite pleasure.
So many others, but so few, it seems, ever really appreciated the subtle beauty of your feet that carry you through life, towards and away from them and the things in life that make it cruel and beautiful all at the same time.
And how the arch of your foot sits there, with each little toe - ahhhhh, to suck those toes, if only just once, if only in my mind, and to slide up inside you - so hard and god to feel you wrapped around me, so wet and so pleasurable. So amazingly moist and perfect. And how lucky they were to have you, like God's gift and how I've long to feel you wrapped around me, slowly moving and caressing, feeling, even if only just once, so hot and so wet - got to feel me inside you, moving so erotically, and those legs running along beside mine, and those toes curling for me as we came out of our pure, carnal lust, rain pouring down around us. And perhaps, nothing more.
But the smooth gentle caress and touch of your hands along my skin. For trustful caring or some casual sex, but god I'd appreciate it, respect it, trust it, if only for me and you, between me and you.
You're so beautiful, so enchanting and ever so amazing. Your body, it makes you at one with the world around you, as if you could float freely and smoothly from one end of your life to the other. Your very being oozing with your sense of humor, and infecting everything you touch with your sense of touch and fair play, that sense of wonder about the lives all around you.
The curiosity that makes you sexually informed and complete. The curiosity that gives you strength and allows us to explore every inch, uninhibited. The caress of your hand along my back, and down over my chest and across my penis. The gentle, sweet touch of your kiss, lips pressed against mine, gently, so gently and rough at the same time. So many people, ideas and things pass through your life, and careful thoughts, carefree glances, nods and many smiles.
We kiss deeply and the flecking-flash of the movie continues and we break from our lips and my arm wraps around you as you stretch again and we continue to watch the film.
Your never-ending smile and joy for life. Your ability to pursue and capture dreams with fishnet.
And how, to rub your feet, in gentle massage for but a few minutes, after a long day at work, you on the couch, laid back resting. And me, watching TV with you, and a simple abundance of peaceful quiet and a trust that expands out and fills the air.
And yet, my mind filters back to those other guys. A lost hopefulness settles onto my soul, leaving me in an eternal constant craving, a deepened lust. And how, so few have been so lucky, to run their tongue along that smooth skin of your legs, and how some may even have been so lucky to taste and lose themselves in that simple pleasure that bleeds between your legs, and where their fingers could roam so delicately and so precisely, just giving you pleasure as they suck, kiss, lick, taste, blow and just enjoy you gently, their hands running along your skin and flesh – and the parts of which were made just for your own personal pleasure – such an immense enjoyment. Come spilling out and a healing begins.
And to feel your hands running through their hair, down along their skin, ever so passionately.
God - those images are just so real to me. So vivid and pure, oh god - how it hurts inside. These thoughts and wants and needs are such a strange mixture of real caring, desire, lust and greed. Unlike the images on the screen, you are internal placed deeply and forever in my heart and mind.
Trust me. Like unforgettable and simply erotic.