Dance of Delight Between Sir&muse

*This is an erotic story of sorts taken from a recent conversation between Sir Gray and his enchanting muse. May it thrill you and delight you...

*Muse: Sir Grey your muse summons You

You sing the song of my soul like a lark

*Sir Grey: My muse My muse you stir Me unlike any other

come here at once

linger beside Me

The memory of bidden words and unbidden desires comes to My mind now

I am reminded of contact on some soulish level between us

My dear one how I have missed you

Yes...

*Muse: Sir Grey it was within the moonlight last we met

and now within the twilight we are once again

*Sir Grey: Yes... I remember the splendor of you... I remember your

touch

I recall the taste of you upon My lips

it was a not so distant

blue throat morning when last we danced together My enchanting and

oh so tempting muse

My being tingles with the thoughts of your words

those conjured images of bliss seeking to be discovered by clever

minds delicate hands

your soft touch, throaty lust... whispers of something more soon to

be

My senses so alive

hearing sharpened.

You pull Me in and entice Me...

*Muse: I am your muse

You lead me to erotic thoughts....

I lead you to cascade within my realm

palm to palm

flesh to flesh

deep leading deeper onwards

You lead me to fill you and to grasp you... within and fully...

lips blemished with the blood of one hundred tortured crimson roses

press upon one another as eyes glitter with arousal

*Sir Grey: Yes... I am drawn yet held off....

*Muse: do not hold back from me

*Sir Grey: But I must

my eyes draw you in.. the fierce drink of all that is new to me

full of awe, wonder and questions

Yes... the fierceness of your mind pulls like to like

My passions are not able to be controlled...

*Muse: oh joy of the mourning twilight fading soon to become the

bright day

the consummation of minds, joined

I shall be your Cala lily open and inviting you inside my secret realm

I desire to provide you with a taste of my passion... a taste of me...

*Sir Grey:

All that arouses Me so...

your lily open invites Me...beckons me

My tongue ready to taste the nectar... the sweet dew of the lily of

you

*Muse: as it should

Do you feel aroused, as well as inspired?

*Sir Grey: yes I do indeed

But where will this inspiration and arousal end, My lily?

*Muse:: it shall not end my dear Sir! Please do not even think of an

end for this is only our beginning

*Sir Grey: Alas my heart is bold yet think as I may

I shall think of the end... of fingers burrowing... or sweetness

slick on fingertips...

*Muse: there is no end

only an end to the end of the end which is the beginning

*Sir Grey: Ah, A continuation

which is seamless

Seamless... a whole cloth...pure

*Muse: you make me smile

Sir Grey: as do you My charmed one

Yes, you make My eyes light up... warmed.

admist other feeling thoughts emotions

*Muse: I sit beside you.. you can smell my lotion and my sweet nectar

feel my fullness my energy

*sir Grey: Yes, it stirs My imagination... and rouses My emotions...

you are elagance wrapped in velvet

I am wood... living and warm... indurate, yet green

*Muse: be not green

*Sir Grey: I am green with youth and vigor.

A neck touchable... a chin to be cupped by soft hands...

and wanton lust

I am holding myself back from you... you are inviting and arousing

and captivating, My lily....

*Muse: Sir Grey You have sought me for so long now I shall stay and

linger beside You

You are all I need to inspire

*Sir Grey: Yes... I am... now here I am growing more and more...

I am your stranger... your mystery... your sweet forgetfulness

*Muse: as I am your lily you are Mine

yours as you so need me

yes my Sir I am also stirred by You and I yearn for bliss of passions

with you

*Sir Grey: How do you know, my lily?

*Muse: my senses tell me so

*Sir Grey: My dear one the only true way to know of needy arousal is

by Your own touch...

Have you touched yourself... you are breaking Me down

*Muse: Not yet My Sir.. please now tell me how and I shall for you

dear

for I lift you up not break you down

*Sir Grey: touch your mound as a lover would... a lover unknowing of

you... but desiring...

perhaps I steal your breath and cause your senses to heighten and you

feel tingles and warmth

you desire Me don't you, Muse?

*Muse: Yes, so very very much.

if you would have me now

*Sir Grey: I would....I will have you.. do as I command of you for

within the distance of you and I we can seek out

and claim intense passions for our very own

now part your thighs wide for Me as you sit back

then part your womanly lips...

*Muse: my fingers shall dance discovering for myself for You

*Sir Grey: take your... hands upon the inside of your parted

thighs... drawing upward...slowly, slowly my pet

searching for that sensitive delicate rosebud. find it. press your

finger tip onto it hard for Me

I know you are moist with desire

and I am also aroused... pulsing...

*Muse: oh My Sir such wicked splendid I touch and press aching for you

*Sir Grey: How do you feel? Desired fully?

*Muse: yes fully completely desired and wanted by you My Sir

*Sir Grey: Have you parted your lips, my sweet feeling the wetness of

your lily for Me ?

*Muse: I know I am so wanted by you

yes dear I have my thighs parted, and am open for You now

open for You and only You my wonderful Sir

and I am touching now as you are commanding me to do so for You

*Sir Grey: Taste your sweet honey nectar as I would taste, lick your

fingers...

*Muse: oh yes yes My Sir delicious

*Sir Grey: Tongue gliding across knuckles... suckling the dew....

drinking in each and every drop

*Muse: oh My Sir I graciously invite you to me

*Sir Grey: I so want to take you, experience you fully.

*Muse: my lily is open for you

*Sir Grey: Is there dew upon it?

*Muse: milky sweet honey nectar dew is coating it My Sir

*Sir Grey: My pet I know you are

ripe full fragrant open exposed moist for Me

*Muse: very very

My fingers plunge in deeply

my mind imagining lips

tongues devouring the fierce arousals of heated flesh

desires known

*Sir Grey: Yes... you are luring me...drawing me

pulling so near to that edge of ecstasy

*Muse: I know I know My Sir as you pull me I reach for and pull you

along with me

for I want you just as you want me

*Sir Grey: Yes, exactly as I want...

*Muse: take what you want most

*Sir Grey: hungry flesh...needy so needy

tightly held and embraced

I shall take you deep so deeply

Deep.... thrusting thrusting into the warmth of your inner core

spreading your petals thirsting

burrowing a tongue to taste your nectar

*Muse: oh yes My Sir yes Spread my lily petals, seeking my sweet

nectar

can you fill my empty core?

*Sir Grey: Ye we shall fill each other fully

touching... bringing pliant fingers to sweetness...

*Muse: it is there for you take it dear one

*Sir Grey: pressing tips to straining petals... sliding through,

guiding into your warm invitation...

*Muse: tell me you want me

*Sir Grey: I do so want you, dearest petal...

gliding filling me

fingers press home, slick... warm... tongue plays upon petals... dew

dripping into my open mouth...

*Muse: I need your sweet seeds to nourish me for if I am left empty

I shall starve and wither away

*Sir Grey: I come to plant my seed in you.... I grasp you, I thrust

deeply, and release my desires inside...

do you touch yourself now, at this moment My Muse? You should be

*Muse: as deep as deep is

yes yes and You My Sir? do you give your own flesh joyous thrilling

pleasures?

*Sir Grey: yes... my lily my hands roam and fingers seek and touch as

in my mind

Warm fingers plunder deeply within your openness.... bathe your

fingers in your juicy nectars

*Muse: ohb yesssssss I am beyond the edge My Sir oh such sweet release

a pludering soaring soul consuming climax...

*sir Grey: taste them... as I would taste them....

feel wanted and desired... and fully spread, My lily...I am cascading

over the edge with you now

alas sweet sweet release indeed