Prelude

It's often thought that the average man is far from romantic and the only thoughts that one

can produce is of raw unadulterated emotions of quick and satisfying relief.

This is my attempt to debunk that line of reasoning.....Please listen to the music as it sets

the mood and read the following passages slowly without rushing and relax.

Honey I'm Home

An adult Erotic story

It's been a pouring nite, as I pulled into the drive

holding my briefcase over my head

trying to stay dry from the onslaught of mother nature.

Crashing my way thru the door barely getting my keys out of the lock,

I stomp my feet on the hard wood scatter rug covered flooring of our foyer

as I prepare to have a normal night, as in all other nights.

 

Standing in the white wood trim area, removing my sport coat,

loosening up my tie, unbuttoning my top button

and running my fingers thru my soft silky dark

hair removing any possible moisture that may have gotten thru

my efforts to remain dry. I beckoned a sigh of relief that I don't have

to journey out on this miserable, dark and dank night.

Our welcoming area is lightly lit and trimmed in gloss

with adjacent doorways that lead to the other rooms.

A stairway leads to the master bedroom and guest rooms on the second level.

As famished as I am, the thought of relaxing a few hours in the jacuzzi

sounds so inviting that I neglected to realize that my charming wife

was not there to greet me, as she normally does.

I began to realize that the lights seem a bit dimmer than normal.

My curiosity seems to be peaked but not overly too concerned.

As my back was turned from the stairwell, I suddenly began to feel

as if someone was present. Someone I didn't know.

I slowly turned my head and saw coming down the stairs

this wonderful creature dressed in a silky white camisole and

not much else. By the time I fully addressed the vision, her back was turned

and standing on the next to the last step, just taunting me.

Long dark silky hair flowed to the middle of her shoulder blades and her soft lovely

tanned body was partially exposed for me to witness her firm well rounded cheeks.

She didn't say a word, standing there seemed like forever.

Being no more than a few feet apart, I felt this sudden urge

growing ever so strongly and deeply in me, I was taken by surprise.

Smoothly and suddenly she turned and faced me. Her eyes glistened as

her beautiful face radiated a golden glow of a welcoming invitation.

I moved within inches of her, feeling the hot fiery breath from her nostrils.

Never taking my eyes off hers, feeling the penetration of her thoughts

piercing my tiredness from the working day.

Wondering how delightful, I stood in full amazement

frozen with the expectations of thrilling ecstacy.

Could this be, happening to me, happening to us.

Not letting this moment slip thru my mind, encountering her finely tuned

body around the hips and gently, casually pulled ourselves together,

engaging in a moment of soft, moist and delightful kisses from her

almost perfectly shaped lips as her sparkling white teeth shone thru

her enticing and friendly smile.

Slowly caressing her neck with showers of dew drop kisses

and lightly nuzzling behind her ears,

my eroticism began to grow and soon I was in a state of no return.

My mind in complete bedlam, unable to decide whether to take

this goddess on the staircase or to carry her off to our bedroom.

Unable to react to the logic of my thinking , I controllingly lay her down.

Her back arched across the lip of the stairs and her head lifted back and upward

as if she was on some exotic beach land , desolate to the idea of intrusion.

With complete conviction and without hesitation we slowly

engulf our thoughts into one entity of total and self indulgence.

Stripping me of my exterior, I stood naked above her as I knelt

before her and embraced our presence within the tomb of seduction.

The completeness of her swaying hips and gyrating body with

beads of perspiration dripping from my brow only tantalized

her full awareness of being a woman. The cooling effect of moisture

only heightened the pleasure as she moaned in synchronous rhythm

to beats of a drum and not just of my pulsations.

Moments seemed like hours as we wracked our bodies against ourselves

and the peak of our sweat soon came to a crescendo with the crashing

of cymbals , the pounding of the timbre and soft, vibrant tones

of the string instruments that graces any fantastic classical interlude.

As her fingers gouged my backside, we tumbled down the remaining

few stairs, grasping each other and holding on for dear life

as if we were the only solution for the preservation

of the human species and all of mankind.

Laying side by side on the floor, my breath shortened and vision blurred

and darkened as I feel myself drifting into a gentle peace ,

I manage to gaze up and noticed my partner of this fantastic intimacy

exiting my view as she turned and walked into the darkness of the room.

Still amazed at her beauty and strong toned body as she faded from view,

I laid motionless for what seemed like days instead of seconds ,

drifting in and out of apparent consciousness.

When I gradually opened my mind again to the reality of where I lay,

I noticed that I am fully dressed, a bit disheveled and weary.

Obviously, I stated to myself, I must have slipped on the scatter rug

and landed on the floor, impacting my head, sending me into a daze.

But for all that it's worth, all that I could see, as I lifted my eyes

was my wife, the same loving creature of moments ago ,

standing in front of me, dressed in a petite cotton house dress ,

holding a whiskey in one hand and my slippers in the other.

As she knelt down and kissed me on my forehead, I noticed

a glint in her eye and a shine from her face that I some how never

saw before. With a smile and warmth in my heart

and with weakened breath, I manage to say these three words,

" Honey I'm Home "

@copyright 1998 by Tempest Creations

Thank you for allowing me to share an intimate moment with you.

WE ONLY HAVE LINKS BETWEEN OURSELVES !

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