Dating : The Game of Tenderness

The multi-colored lighting shimmered a burgundy, pink, and gold. Candles everywhere lit up the paths for desperate souls longing to drink each other up. Light music encouraged their lovelorn bodies to slowly melt, rhythmically, into each other.

“Can I touch you there, touch you deep inside?”

A fragrance of lavender and almond filled the air. Silk scarves hung down softly and smoothly everywhere. In the center, there was an unending sea of cushions.

“Can I touch your heart, the way you’re touching mine?”

A tipsy woman tripped on a golden scarf and landed on the floor. Her face pink with embarrassment, her soul longing for that touch.

He quickly knelt down to offer help.

“Can I touch you there, touch you deep within?”

Their eyes met. He gently rubbed his rough manly fingers on her soft, delicate foot. Their gaze froze.

I saw something strange in them. Something I had never seen before. His wife was at home watching the kids and could not make it to the party.

“Baby tell me with your eyes tell me every secret darlin’.”

As candles and those disco lights swept the room in a harmonious glow, the two strangers twirled away into a different world.

He carried her away to another room. My eyes followed.

The sound of Michael Bolton’s Can I Touch You There?, though muffled, now guided as an ear worm.

“Closer baby closer, can’t be close enough.”

On the maroon satin-soft bed, he laid her. His hands gently slid to her back.
She lay down, moving close. Closing her eyes. One question broke this harmony.

“Are you ready to start this game of tenderness?”

She nodded.

He bent over. His lips touched hers very gently. His tongue shyly felt its way into her mouth. His hands ran gently through her hair, soft and silky like those satin sheets.

“Baby, show me what you feel.”

He moved to her neck. Her back glowed golden and maroon. In his other hand was a silk scarf. He blindfolded her as he slowly began to undress her. He did it soulfully, avoiding any contact with her skin as he stripped her, piece by piece.

“Come to me, show me somethin’ real.”

With every piece, she got goosebumps all over. She shivered with arousal, even when he was not touching her.

The last piece of her clothing on her upper body, her delicate bra, he ripped open gently with his mouth.

“I need you to know, I need you completely.”

She kissed him passionately, leaning down. Her breath grew faster, deeper. She led his hands onto her pants. There was a fire burning down there.

He pulled off her panties with his teeth. Nothing separated him from her blooming rose now. He knelt between her thighs and kissed her navel, and further down.

“Love is taking over, gotta let it in.”

She moaned in pleasure. Her melodious voice made his manhood stand tall.
He sniffed her delicious fragrance, and only then did he run the tip of his tongue over her vulva.

“Can I touch you there, touch you deep inside?”

She ran her tongue over his penis. Brushed his testicles with her probing tongue and soft breaths. Each time, going back and forth. Then moving up, slowly, back to his lips.

She devoured him in her warm, wonderful mouth. Her pelvis reflexively moved nearer to him.

“Closer baby closer, come on let’s begin.”

Her hands dug into his hair. She kept pulling him, deep. Deep down toward that paradise of lust.

“Love is takin’ over, gotta let it in.”

They moaned with pleasure because the first penetration is the most beautiful. And he thrust deep. As deep as he could get. His penis glided through her smooth pussy, warmer on the inside. Cooler on the outside.

The lips of her vagina sucked his penis in. Her body twitched and vibrated. Her pelvic movements became faster, but she wanted him to take it slow and tender.

“Oh I need to feel the heart of you.”

He felt himself pulsating and yet slowed down to feel her heart. He loosened his grip and drew himself out. Her pussy seeped those yummy juices, writhing for more. But this was in her best interest.

“Touch the very soul inside of you.”

He came up to her. Kissing her tenderly and deeply so that he could calm her down. He took a soft feather and stroked it over her breasts, and over her stomach, and around her navel.

She giggled as it tickled. He gently caressed it, moving down on the outside of her thighs.

“Need to reach the very deepest part of you.”

Now that she was composed, she returned the favor. She grabbed an ice cube and moved it down to his navel. A storm that started to erupt here was rushing downward. She did not stop. She iced his balls, very gently. When she reached his shaft, he became even harder.

“Let me be the one to show you just what love can do.”

She took a bottle of liquid chocolate and very quietly drizzled it over his penis, bending over, licking away all of the sweetness. Her gentle tongue did not waste a drop.

“Come to me, show me somethin’ real.”

And then he came over to pamper her. Her hands moved desperately toward his head, commanding him to dig into her sex now.

He complied. She wanted him to go faster and faster. Two bodies, breathing rhythmically, two hearts racing together.

“I can’t help the way I hold you, I just hunger for your love.”

The slippery cycle of love continued violently, one thrust following another. Sweat dripped down their backs as they climaxed. Moaning, writhing, crying together. And then all of a sudden, they laughed.

“All I want to do is touch you, baby.”

Those crystal eyes froze as their lips widened into a smile. She lay there drowning his hairy chest in a blanket of long, black tresses.

“Tell me every secret darlin’, every deep desire, till you and I
are makin’ love completely.”