Sappho Intl (Songs of Silk Book 1) Page 26

  Her body moved like a ceremonial motorcade as the regal sounds of trumpets filled the air. Compelled to stroll on cruise control, I would pass my tongue again to taste and sample all that her body offered along the way.

  I skimmed the tip of my fingers along the archway of the small of her back and made my way round a delicate waist. And with parted legs, she sat upon my chin and I swept my tongue to climb within, while her chloë would sit perched on my tongue like the cherry on top.

  I smiled to myself as the wildness of her spirit was now freely placed on display to me. I gripped her finely, full and rounded cheeks to quench myself of the aqua vitae that streamed from her serene canteen. And the water of life would cool my lapping tongue, as she grinded and climbed the white leather headboard in a hyper-heated passion.

  She dipped her dangled breasts into my mouth to taste her stretched-tight nipples and proceeded to kiss my lips and chest and my nipple’s own tautness. She was so sensual and vibrant in her spontaneity that our bodies’ pleasure regenerated continuously.

  My queen had finally returned to the place with which her processional began and sweetly kissed and sucked between the folds of sheets of me. Ecstasy was found generously tucked within the crevices of my own homoerotic regions and made no bones about it, as I moaned in her allegiance.

  Her lips and tongue guided me to a subtle rising, as I fixed my hips to roll and move in forward and reverse. She read me to a tee and it had been a while since I had been returned the pleasure that I'd given.

  “Oh, shit…baby…” my moans were guttural and spouted from a foreign place. “I’m ‘bout to cum…”

  I was blown, as I suffered from multiple orgasms. And my own nirvana shot up quickly into my lap and burst as waves of pulses to send streams down my leg.

  My whole body shuddered with jitters, as she smiled blissfully down below.

  Then with my vessel stretched, and PrimaDonna showering my body with kisses in perpetual bliss, she made her way on top of me to straddle and ride; her hair slapping her back as she made my lap her saddle. And with her back arched sensually, her hips rode with such grace, all while furiously stroking the surplus of my cumming.

  I was amazed by her sexual aptitude and sat up to shower her with appreciation.

  “Oh shit, baby…you drivin’ me crazy…”

  “Shit, Silk…baby…you’re drivin’ ME crazy…” Her moans came from an unguarded place—a place of genuine fulfillment and authentic truth.

  We embraced deeply and were straddled together and woven within each other, like a basket, as I licked and kissed her pre-possessed and sex-charged flesh.

  “Oh, Silk.”

  Her hips were kneading and weaving a simultaneous rocking. Our core carriages were convening and beginning to string together movements, in a joined unison, with a common language that needed no translating. Our bodies shared a common link, as our minds and souls were moving in sync.

  And as we were now tightly knitted, my muscle began to grow and bulge to a maximum inside of her.

  We were fitted as one spiritual form and conjoined to climax in one accord.

  “Damn, Silk…I have never…found…another lover…to match me…like you…”

  And with the utterance and authenticity of her whispered words, I flipped her over onto her back to take over. I would make sure that those words remain ingrained in her soul’s membrane.

  "You got me Silk. I want you...to make me cum again…baby…"

  Her terms of endearment breathed new vigor into me. And I was now a force to be reckoned with.

  I pumped and tugged my richie, as she lay upon her back and rubbed her chloë to keep the ecstasy. I slid a pillow beneath her arched back and grabbed onto her writhing hips, as it was my turn to fill her with my talents

  I shifted the shimmering dome inside and slid the full length of the bulging shaft to ride. And she was incredibly slippery when wet. The sheer strength and velocity of my rotation within the mounted pools, was a hydroplane on wet surfaces, as my body’s brakes would fail me—until a long stroke to the neck of the head would cause me to regain traction and center my overall gravity.

  I had waxed eternal patience for this epic consummation and by now I had the formula to her precise proportions. I would address her body's universe with the spirit of her thighs egging my body onward and compelling my essence forward.

  A new paradigm had entered her courtyard and I would construct a landmark within her that would dwarf the prominence of the Colosseum and Piazza Venezia.

  Her womb was a tunnel of light. And I would sweep the range of her illustrious volume. Her bliss would retain me to maintain my graceful ability, as I rocked my core with the will of a luminary. Through a keen and stiff rigidity, I would stretch around inside until she would release her womb to make a hollow room. And I became the filler within her frame, as I poured into her a firm foundation. I would take care to mold and build a cornerstone of passion within our monument of love; and erect beams along long halls with a skilled and able-bodied masonry. Her walls swelled increasingly, with a slick and stoned solidarity, as her ceiling resonated with the calls and rolling vibrancy of my ruler’s column. And the mantra that echoed from her sweet lips only served to hasten the grandest opening.

  “Oh…yes…”

  Infused with a strong and metallic piping, my body’s acceleration would become electric. A concrete enthusiasm would take over every muscle, joint and bone to fill within her a quick and sloping vibration. And despite the beads of condensation that would form upon my back and forehead, my core would harness the energy of a thousand stallions to create the synergy to conduit her eminent cumming.

  “Oh, Silk!” Her eminence, with squinted eyes, fled to a place of rapture as I built upon her rafters.

  “Oh, Silk!” Her eminence welcomed the unending stream of effervescent love, a kaleidoscope of color that pierced and filled the greyness of her essence.

  “Oh, Silk! I’m cumming…” I thrusted upon her deepest chamber, repetitively. And as she squealed at the top of her lungs in cyclical tribute, she held on for dear life.

  “Oh, baby…”

  Our royal game had created a few wells of desire within us and we were now submitting to a monumental release, as our lust for each other was relieving to drain over and over again. And as she began to throb between the fineness of her legs, even her reserves had been depleted; and even her bulging, pulsing chloë would burst through and sing between gleaming, fattened folds.

  “Oh, Silk…” She clutched the Egyptian sheets in an effort to brace her quivering. And I kissed the side of her neck, as she had once done to me, while I held her sweetly.

  I finally crashed to the bed in exhaustion and flipped over to lie facing the heavens viewed through my ceiling skylight. PrimaDonna placed her face to my breast and lovingly began to play with my nipple as I gulped heavy breaths and began to giggle.

  "You…are…phenomenal.” She looked into my eyes in disbelief and continued to shower me vigorously with kisses. “Now, I understand the glowing…”

  It was like she’d been re-awakened from a deep slumber and now smiled with unencumbered joy.

  The measure of PrimaDonna’s happiness was priceless and I wanted to spend as much time within the company of PrimaDonna as humanly possible. I, like her, did not want this moment to ever end.

  However, I had met my match and was now, for the first time in a long time, experiencing fatigue. She’d been the first of many lovers to drain me.

  And despite my best attempts to stay awake, my bliss-filled exhaustion was getting the best of me. I’d closed my eyes and was beginning to slowly drift to sleep, until I felt the faint fluttering of eyelashes against my chest.

  "I love butterfly kisses.”

  She smiled and moved around a little to cuddle me tightly.

  "Silk, may I ask you a question.”

  It seemed that my eminence was wide awake and more than willing to converse. I had just a smidge bit more fuel in my
tank and I would employ it to function and entertain her, until she fell asleep—PrimaDonna was well worth my company.

  "Please, by all means, don't be shy now. You can ask me anything you like, beautiful.”

  “When was your first time with a woman?”

  “Umm, hmm. My first time would have been my high school French teacher—Nadine.” I gazed at the stars and began to reminisce. “Mademoiselle Nadine…”

  “A high school teacher? Wild and reckless…” She gleamed. “Much hasn’t changed, huh? So tell me…how’d it happen?”

  “As a sophomore, I picked French, thinking that it would be one of the easier courses to take. I mean, who’s going to really press a person to know how to speak French in Miami—a Spanish speaking city. After a while, I got bored with the class and would skip school to go and play pool with a few of my friends. At first she would get at me, since her class was the last of the day and I’d missed many of the lessons. But I started to take her seriously when it became one of the few classes that I needed to stay on the basketball team.”

  “I asked her mid-semester if I could study after school to catch up…and she agreed. So I would stay after school to get tutored. And since no one took French seriously—being that we were in Miami and all—she would teach me alone. She was a young teacher…a beautiful redhead that had just graduated grad school and spent a few years in Paris. She would tell me her stories and I began to flirt with her even during school hours. And before I knew it, she had fallen for me. I had my first kiss with her in the class under the dangling French flag, late one afternoon, and the rest was history.”

  “Wow…did you ever get caught?”

  “No, we were very careful. It lasted a few months, but then I slept with a senior from the team and Nadine couldn’t stand me after that. I heard she’d moved back to Paris the following year.”

  She shook her head. “Oh, so you were always scandalous, huh?”

  “Mmh, just a little...”

  I smiled.

  “As you can tell, I’ve had many, many lovers since then…It all seems like so long ago now.”

  “So is she the one who taught you how to…umm…do the things you do?”

  “Umm, well I was attracted to females for as long as I could remember…With her I just instinctively knew exactly what to do and how to be. She’d never been with a female before and would say that I was the best lover that she ever had. I guess you could say I was a natural…”

  "My first LIFE lesson that I can remember was from my moms. She used to say that we are to love one another and love the things we love genuinely... So I guess it's resonated throughout me to become my most basic instinct. Some people instinctively know how to cook well or play sports well. I instinctively know how to give good head...”

  "Good head? How about superior head!"

  "Okay...superior head...I marry my mind, body and soul to satisfy a woman...I guess it's always been a gift.”

  “And gifts are meant to be given…”

  I looked down at her and smiled.

  “So when was your first time?”

  She hesitated a little bit before responding.

  “It was with Samantha…or as she has so thoroughly deemed herself—the Sheik...”

  She exhaled deeply.

  “Even though it wasn't her first time, it was mine. She was so smart and independent and I was young and naïve. At the time, I just thought that she was so incredible…I used to be madly in love with her—I mean she was my first…and you know what they say about your first. But as I matured into a woman, I realized how much damage she’d endured as a child and growing up. I realized that what I thought was love, was more of an infatuation to fix her…and I found it to be impossible to do that without sacrificing myself. So, I began to love me more…and began to fall out of love with her. In her mind, she still sees us as being together though. She still believes that I belong to her.”

  “Why do you let her believe it?”

  “Because I believe that if she didn’t have that safety net, then her entire world would shatter and who knows what she would do. I guess I just really love her as a friend, so I’m willing to allow her to believe in a fantasy to cope with her reality.”

  “Mmmh, that’s deep…I guess that’s the foundation of Sappho Intl, huh?”

  “I guess that it’s one way to look at it. I mean, reality is what your mind makes life to be…so isn’t reality merely different forms of observed fantasy come true?”

  I thought about Sir Sheik’s secret operations and looked into PrimaDonna’s eyes, as she began to become a little guarded.

  “I think that it depends on how and what you dream and believe in?”

  “So what do you believe in?"

  I looked back up at the stars through the skylight and began to spill out the integrity of my soul, as I might never get another opportunity to share this genuinely intimate side of myself to her again.

  “Well, I believe in fostering and maintaining good internal soil…”

  “Internal soil?”

  “Yeah…so that when seeds of creativity are planted then good growth can occur…and manifestation of our creativity is maximized—kinda like in a garden. I believe in turning the illusions of your weaknesses into strengths—kinda like composting does for a harvest…and in all things, having gratitude.

  “I believe in truth. That we hold the instruction manual internally to everything in this life, if only we decide to remain plugged into the universe who gives it and to follow it with certainty.”

  “I believe in the stars, the soil, the sea and your smile...” I looked in her eyes and smiled.

  "I mean…I believe many things...but above all I believe that you, me, the Trust, the new generation of Sapphians, and every living being... we are all divine citizens of this universe to live and love freely and to share our commonalities, differences and life experiences with each other in love...This is what I believe.”

  “Love is in the details. And I have a constant love affair with words and music, the beauty of the female form, of life and all her living…so I guess I can definitely dig it when Ziggy Marley sings that one song…” I began to mimic and croon while PrimaDonna smiled. “Love is my religion…all we need is love.”

  We began to laugh together, but then quickly settled back to cuddle each other.

  "You have a lot of beliefs…You seem so secure and sure of yourself…and I like that about you.” She began to slow down her breathing, as if her mind was finally allowing her body to drift to sleep.

  She whispered.

  “You’re so universal... you're futuristic yet down to earth. You’re organic yet hypnotic...Silk, I believe you’re the future of Sappho Intl…and the Sapphic Trust...I just hope that you’ll bring me along for the ride…"

  “Well, as long as you’re somewhere in it, my queen…I think I can live with whatever my purpose is…”

  “Good…”

  The gentle sweeping of her breathing upon my skin would prepare me for the deep sleep that would follow. And as I began to close my eyes to rest, I would not tell her that I was falling madly in love with her.

  I had planted my seed and fertilized the soil. I would have to leave the rest to fate.

  ♦ ♦ ♦

  I awoke, well before the first light, as the sky’s radiance had turned to a slight combine of periwinkle and silent grey. I remembered the late, late night rendezvous with PrimaDonna and mistook it to be a vivid dream, until I looked over and found my queen still peacefully sleeping.

  She was holding my hand, even as she slept. And as I looked her over silently, I still found it hard to believe that I’d successfully reeled the queen into my bedchambers last night and had thoroughly gratified her throughout the night.

  As I now looked over her, I began to think about our conversation and see beneath the surface. This was more than a queen—she was a demigoddess born from the marriage of goddess and woman.

  PrimaDonna had been birthed from
pure beauty and her cool demeanor was simply the mask of fortitude that was necessary to maintain the responsibilities of many.

  And then I thought about the conversation and would also realize that she was a warm soul that’d simply been intoxicated by the Sheik's poison for too long. And like the unicorn that’d been tied to the pomegranate tree, it seemed that she was binded by the time that had been invested in her.

  Now that we’d been intimate, things would have to somehow change. I didn’t want to be just the grandmaster of this chess game, but a rock with which she could lean on. I no longer desired to simply reign victorious over her majesty, but to show her something new and to make her a part of something a bit more elevated. And with this desire came a greater responsibility to grow as a stallion. Now, I would be held to a much higher standard.

  Her sense of freedom and truth was locked behind a veil of lies and illusions of control. And if I really cared for her, I would have to acknowledge and somehow eventually transcend the door that stood between us.

  Some say that a golden key can free any door. And I was sure that with patience and subtlety, my love could pave the way to be that golden key.

  But all I had right now was the present and the ability to cement my first impression.

  I began to awake her with my kisses and alert her to my presence—I didn't want the sun to rise without another opportunity to show her the full extent of how I felt about her.

  I began to shuffle in the sheets and to shower her body with kisses. There were no splitting hairs, as I made my way down and round her smooth and neatly shaven mound and parted the folds of her lips. I began my enchantment with slanted tongue and tip, while I sweetly cupped her hips. She slowly began to awake, with ginger moans of bliss, as her sub-conscious began to process that she was experiencing what every woman wished—to be awaken by being tasted—as my tongue began to perform slow somersaults and aerial flips within her.

  “Mmh, Silk…” Although her eyes remained closed, her mouth began to groan to my swirl’s seduction.

  As she became teeming with streams of an unexpected bliss and an early-morning ecstasy, I would slip my fingers to stroke the wet locket that sat perched within her pocket. And her long legs stretched for miles, while I moved between her widened aisles, to kiss her toes. And she moaned.