The room was decorated in the old fashion and simple style, and that seemed like the perfect setting for our romantic getaway. He plucked one…
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The room was decorated in the old fashion and simple style, and that seemed like the perfect setting for our romantic getaway. He plucked one of the roses from the bouquet and lightly stroked my face with it. I closed my eyes and hummed softly, I didn’t even know if he was aware of it. But I heard myself from the inside. He kept it up as he kissed my lips and eyelids. Slowly we moved toward the huge iron bed and gently eased down onto our backs. His hands moved over my body, discovering curves again and again. Then, as if he was revealing some kind of ancient mystery, he pulled my trousers off, exposing my tights and the lower part of my belly. Lovingly he stroked my skin with satin petals of the rose, bringing my gasp of delight out. The crotch of my underwear was puffed off. He quickly hard as an iron bar, stripped out the clothes and, I could see my nipples straining out in the moonlight silver shadow.
All the time, the moon was high. As he held me tight, I watched the moon up there, through the window. As he moved onto the other parts of my body, I noticed window frames. I noticed the framed picture outside, framed bright moon. It was a beautiful sight that stayed in my mind. Yes, I remember the moon framed with a beautiful brown windowpane and feeling of arousal while his hands progressed and moved. The moon in the windowpane was framed and I was framed so beautifully. I remember his long fingers. I still long for those. Well yet, at least once in a while I long for the moon in the windowpane and those handsome, big hands.
The windowpane did it all! I reckon that the originality of this event lies in its exploring of conflict in an indirect manner. On the one hand, the confusion of our identities is unsettling while the fantastic world of chance in one night stands with a total stranger lies in an otherwise, romantic setting. I contemplated the reality of me being in a stranger’s bed. The bed was large just like a man’s hands and I let myself totally to his control, letting him dominate my motion. And for the relief of sexual tension the moon out here, framed in the windowpane, smiled at me.
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