Iridescent Kiss

 

I close my eyes and focus on J’s hand sliding over my bare skin. I love how he touches me, how intently he is conscious of touching me – I can feel him feeling me, delighting in my shapes and textures and warmth, reveling in the presence and form and details of my body.

This is especially thrilling because I’m a far cry from the slender, unblemished beauties you see in Playboy. I do consider myself attractive, but I don’t have the metabolism, inclination or time to spend on honing my body to perfection, nor the desire and discipline to adhere to a low-calorie diet all the time. I do try to eat healthy foods and be active, but it’s not my main focus. I love food and I love indulging…I am a hedonist at heart!

So I’ve got some extra padding, some bulges and jiggly bits that would send the supermodel scouts running in horror. I’m curvy and undeniably feminine, big breasts, fleshy thighs and buttocks, a belly that’s more like rolling hills than a smooth, flat plain.

But J loves the landscape of my body. He loves my softness and smoothness, my womanly “lady lumps”, all rounded and comfy.

Tonight he’s getting artistic, playing a peacock feather over my flesh, slowly tracing the exquisite plume over my hills and valleys. The delicate tendrils tickle and tease, creating quivery little shivers of electric sensation, so subtle but so riveting.

At first I close my eyes and focus on the pure sensation, but then I open them and notice how beautiful it is to watch the colorful plume caressing my pale skin, the flexible fronds bending and flowing over my curves, clinging and stroking, describing my shapes like an artist’s paintbrush.

 

a peacock feather

softest touch on my pale skin

iridescent kiss

 

Then I look up at J and get lost in watching him as he watches this erotic art performance unfolding under his careful direction. I love to see his concentration, his fascination, his appreciation. His eyes glow with enjoyment as he watches me tremble and gasp in reaction to his tender, creative manipulations.

He makes me feel like a goddess…all trace of self-consciousness erased by his sincere admiration and delight in my body, his joy in having me here with him in his bed, sharing myself with him, gladly offering him this intimacy and connection, this appreciation of his body, his presence and closeness and skill as a lover.

There’s no one else in the world I’d rather give myself to. No one else I want to please like I want to please him. No one else I want to share these moments with. No one else I want to touch and tease and yield to, kiss and devour and take deep inside of me. No one else I want to hear gasp and moan and cry out in release.

He is everything I want and need in a lover – attentive, creative, sensual, passionate, playful, open, naughty, hot, gentle, rough, generous, responsive, fun, patient, loving. I try to be the same for him, creating a perpetual motion machine of mutual pleasure.

So far it has functioned beautifully!

 

~M