A Connection

The night was heavy with Thunderstorms, but it wasn't its energy that I could sense! This was something very different, a more raw, edged in a primitive primal longing that seemed to hang in the air between us both, unspoken yet palpable.

Even in sleep, I could feel the shift in the energy that surrounds you, enveloping not only your body but sending its arching energy towards me. It's quiet intensity building like the storm ranging outside the window, just about being held at bay.

Your hand that rested on my hip, once gentle, now gripped just a little tighter, as though the need for you to be closer, to connect more deeply, was becoming undeniable.

There was no rush, yet your touch carried more weight with an increased urgency. You started a slow, yet deliberate drag of your fingers, tracing the curve of my side, the subtle shift in pressure communicating a yearning that words could never express.

My breath caught, my full body responding (FBR) to the energy's force field that connected between us both, it was drawing me into that warmth and tension that had been quietly simmering, waiting for the right moment to surface.

I continued to hover in that twilight zone between waking and sleep, there was no escaping the intensity of the connection between us. It reached into me, pulling at something deeper, more primal. Every touch felt like a promise, a promise of closeness, of desire, of something more powerful than the quiet stillness of your bedroom might suggest, even with the thunderstorm that continued to blow outside. It was as though the very air had been energised by the storm, all around us it vibrated with the force of what was unspoken between us both.

Your hand on my skin grew more confident, sliding across my stomach now, the sensation electric. It wasn't rushed, but it was clear. I full body shuddered at your touch, my body started to take in your feelings, I was wanted, not just in the fleeting way of a passing moment, but in a way that carried weight. In a way that spoke to something essential, something that had always existed between us both, even before we recognised it.

A soft sound escaped my lips, a low sigh and body arching in sexual tension and you stilled for a moment, as though listening for permission to carry on... then you sensed my quiet acceptance, so you continued with your touch, your need to connect driving it forward. Your hand continued to stroke, your touch exploring every contour of my body with a hunger that had been kept at bay for too long.

The sexual tension stirred me half awake but I still remained submerged in that dreamy fog of sleep, my senses heightened, semi aware of the quick ing beating of my heart, but fully aware of every brush of skin against skin between us.

The room seemed to sense my beating heart and started to pulse with the weight of what was shared between us. There was a deep emotional current here, an understanding that went far beyond the physical. This was about trust, about vulnerability, about the need to be seen, and to see each other fully.

Every caress, every press of a fingertip, a palm, was an acknowledgment of that unspoken bond. The further I leaned into it, i could feel the intensity rising between us, not in haste but in depth. The moment wasn't about urgency; it was about the deep, aching need for connection, for the kind of closeness that could only exist between two souls who understood one another completely.

How had this happened I wondered to myself...

Your touch grew bolder now, more insistent, fingers pressing into my skin whenever you touched, as though you needed to remind me that this moment was real, that we are both fully present, even in the quiet of night, even during a thunderstorm.

Your rising intensity sent a bolt through me awakening something deep! A sense of being desired, being needed, in a way that was as emotional as it was physical.

And then, without warning, there was stillness once more. Your hand that had roamed my body now rested, the weight of it grounding me, reminding me of the deeper connection beneath it all.

I sighed softly, my body sinking into the warmth, the closeness, the quiet acknowledgment of what had just passed between us both. We were both here, together, in this quiet, intense intimacy, connected in ways that went beyond words, into full fucking freakyness!!

I let sleep take me fully once more, i know that this moment would linger, not just in my memory, but in the deeper parts of my soul, where the truest connections are made and kept.