The Memory 2

Drifting, timeless I wait and then came those disjoined notes like an ill tuned instrument playing harshly, so very faint but there they were, silver symbols floating attached by only a single hair fine, rainbow colored thread. Pain and sorrow make up the thread which I catch and hold, my only link to follow to one who calls. Do they even know they have called for me?

Following the thread thru time and space I filter down, a mere shimmering of light like a snowflake falling from the heavens. I drift down along that simple line and into a chamber lit only by the soft glow of a computer monitor. The discord of those jangled notes is so much stronger here calling out "Help me. Relieve me of my boredom, my loneliness which has become the monotony of my life. Give me but one simple memory, a single flash in time to carry with me to the end of my days."

I hear and heed that call, my heart heavy for the loneliness which I feel in you. You sit before your computer screen, fingers drifting slowly over the keys. You are unaware of my presence, of the soft shimmering of silver behind you. I step forward a gentle pressure is the touch placed upon your shoulder, you glance but see nothing in the dim light of your room and then you feel another touch, my fingers slide through your hair as I become visible, solid and real for you. I am everything you imagine me to be, everything you desire.

"You called for me" my words a soothing sound to ease the sudden jangle of notes your life thread carries to me. The fingers of one hand slide along your scalp massaging as the other moves to place a single finger over your lips, stopping the flow of questions. "Shh..." the soft sound issues forth between slightly parted lips as I look into your eyes. I smile softly to you, my eyes capturing the light from the monitor revealing a color most pleasing to you. Everything about me is exactly as you dreamt and fantasized about.

I turn you back to the computer screen and slowly begin to knead your shoulders, the tension there reflected in the notes which dance upon the air. Slowly the notes smooth and under my massaging fingers the tension begins to drain out of you. I push you forward slightly so my hands can move down over your arms and upper back, slowly working until your notes sing softly and smoothly to me.

Leaning forward my breath is felt against your ear feather light right before my lips touch and slide gently against the curving shell. The flick of my tongue follows the path of my breath to awaken nerves long dulled by music which is listened to so loudly you cannot hear your own weary thoughts. My hands slide forward over your shoulders and to your chest. "Do you desire my departure?" the single whispered question asked is first answered by the sudden tangling of notes before your head moves from side to side. This is all I needed to continue my quest to give you one perfect memory.

My hands move to the buttons of your shirt sliding each through the hole that holds the material about your frame. Slowly your chest is revealed to my gaze, pleasing in its shape and texture. Everything about you is pleasing to my eyes, to my senses. My mouth drifts from your ear down to you neck where that bundle of nerves where shoulder meets neck waits. My lips soft and appealing touch there then the gentle but firm scrape of teeth as I bite, my purpose clear now. I can see your eyes widen slightly as a shiver courses through your frame, the sound of your notes deepening as you seek to touch. Gently my hands move yours back forward to the keys before you "Not yet" I whisper as I halt you in your quest to touch me.

My hands move over your chest, shoulders and back touching the skin as nails scrape over the flesh and sensitizing you to my touch, to the whisper soft brush of my fingers. Then I turn you slowly from your monitor allowing you to fully gaze upon me my body revealed and hidden by a simple shimmering cloth that contains and holds the frame you designed for me. I hold my hand out to you, beckoning you to rise, aiding you. Once you gain your feet my hands reach out touching your face, smoothing over the skin of your cheeks and then over your lips, down your chin and over your neck. I touch you from your neck to the waistband of your trousers. A brief pause as my fingertips glide back and forth along the flesh there, teasing with a promise yet fulfilled.

I watch as your eyes darken, the notes deepening even more, taking on a subtle hue telling me of your awakening. Slowly and deftly my fingers find and release the mechanism which holds the cloth of your trousers to your frame, the offensive material soon is felt sliding down your legs rubbing your skin as they go. I stand back and gaze upon you, your body to my gaze glorious everything I could desire. I again step forward until the soft caress of my garment brushes your skin, my warmth merely a hairs breath from touching you. My lips move forward to brush against yours, just a feather light stroke at first to awaken you more and to seek the answer to an unasked question "Do you want me to continue?" The question of course is answered as you seek to quickly more and I draw back with a shake of my head "Not yet" I whisper and as you regain your stance I pause and wait a moment before again my lips brush over your own.

The kiss so simple slowly becomes more a light pressure now and a slow nibbling of your lower lip to draw you in and open you for me. Your lips part as your eyes shutter closed and the kiss deepens as my tongue lightly slides along the rim of your mouth, stroking and alerting the nerves there of more to come. The pressure of my lips upon yours deepens as my mouth fits so perfectly to your own, merging our breath, our taste. My tongue glides into your mouth to stroke and run along your teeth before it engages your own in a slow waltz. My hands caress up your chest balancing my weight lightly against you as our tongues dance and slide against one another.

I feel of your arms circling my body to bring my frame against your own fully, the heat of our bodies touching, pressing against each other before mingling and becoming one heat. I feel your heart under my touch as it increases in pace and likewise the notes that sing to me telling me the path of my next action. I draw back and smile softly as your lips follow mine seeking to continue our dance, your arms tighten to hold my body against you, your arousal evident as it presses to the skin warmed silk that contains me, the only barrier between us.

I pull away, the gentle pressure of my hands upon your chest alerting you of my desire to separate our bodies "Not yet" again I whisper to you finally breaking all contact save for those hands upon your chest. One perfect kiss to add to the memory I am creating for you. My only desire now is to please you, to fulfill the dream which called me to you.

My hands slowly slide down your chest over your beating pulse and to your stomach, the muscles there clench under my questing fingers. I love the feel of your warmth, the textures of your body so varied and enticing. My fingers glide lower, nails lightly scraping until they meet the evidence of your arousal. The notes that find and dance along my body sing of your own excitement, shining brighter now.

My fingers slowly slide along the length of you, dancing and tapping the flesh lightly, testing its strength, caressing the velvet covered steel that rises from your body. My hand weights and measures the firm length, slowly circling it, squeezing lightly to find the pulse within. My eyes hungrily move over your body, questing as my fingers did but moments before. With darkening eyes and quickening breath my hand moves along your length stroking the warm skin, so fascinating is the veined shaft throbbing within my grasp.

A bead appears at the vertical opening upon the tip of the spongy darker head of your length that I continue to stroke. My breath catches as I gaze upon that perfect tear, it beckons me. Slowly my body lowers before you like a pagan sacrifice to rest upon my knees. My teeth slowly drag at my bottom lip before I lean in and you feel the light flick of my tongue over the opening drawing away that glistening tear to taste your perfection. The salty sweet tang infuses my senses adding to the notes which dance over me like a warm wind.

As one hand strokes you slowly the other rises and cups the dangling orbs contained within your heated sac, the flesh draws and shifts within my grasp teasing my senses, delighting me with ever changing textures. I slowly lean forward as if drawn by an invisible thread my lips meeting the head of your shaft. Slowly my tongue slides under the head stroking the underside with side sweeps to tantalize and tease those sensitive nerves. My tongue slides slowly along the underside, teeth nibbling to bring you along, to incite within you the same passion I feel. My mouth slides back towards the head where lips part and slowly engulf the head of your firm cock within the warm wet cavern of my mouth. Unable to contain yourself I feel your hands slide into my hair gripping and holding me in place and yet allowing my mouth to move over you in the delicious manner in which I offer myself to you.

I hear your intake of breath, the pulse within my lips speeding up. The notes you sing to me race over my skin causing me to thrill under their tickling touch. My mouth draws upon you taking you deeper, my cheeks puffing out as you slide ever deeper. Drawing back my cheeks cave in as a sucking pressure tries to keep you held within my moist lips. I draw to the very tip almost releasing you from the slow torment only to reverse direction and take you deep again. Over and over my head moves forwards and back my hands stroking and caressing in time to the rhythm of my mouth causing a soft deep moan to issue forth and vibrate along your length to your very core.

I feel your need rising, the tightening of your body, not yet, to soon, I draw off your length to stare up at you a long moment and yet it is only mere seconds. "Not yet" again whispered forth to you promising more to come. Slowly you draw me up before you to merge our lips in along lingering kiss, the heat between us cocooning our bodies in a soft glow. I almost whimper with the heat of your passion as it sears me. With the greatest of effort and utmost reluctance I draw from your clinging lips, slide from the arms that embrace me in steel bands.

I smile softly and wantonly as I seek to find that final perfect note with you. Only now do I reveal myself the silk that contains me slowly drawn off and down my body to pool around my feet and ankles. You draw me to your bed and lay me upon it your hands stroking me in the manner I did earlier to you, your soul singing a soft melody. My body ripples and arches under your touch, a touch that follows the angles and curves of my form, drawing me along pushing my passions for you higher. Your fingers stroke my chest, stomach, hips and thighs. You flip me over and continue to tease my body to a even higher plateau, stroking my back rear and legs, you whisper deeply in my ear "Mine" causing a soft whimper to issue forth as I am claimed, the moment feels perfect as your teeth find and grip tight the bundle of nerves at the crook of my neck copying the action I performed much earlier upon your own neck. The memory takes form, solidifying as our bodies finally move together merging in the slide of damp heated flesh against damp heated flesh.

Your body covers mine drawing forth a slow moan of sheer pleasure as your lips move over my body sampling the taste of me from head to toe and back again. Your teeth nip and nails scrape as you bring forth the heated blush of passion which blankets me. "Yes... now" finally signaling to you it is time. I feel you stroke and press slowly sliding into my body. My body grips yours, muscles flexing and rippling around you as you slide deeper then draw out only to press in again. Our bodies move together pressing and seeking to join tighter to merge into one body. The inner muscles your shaft strokes and caresses tighten bearing down upon you, fitting you like a second skin, milking your length as your body strokes over mine pressing me firmly to the mattress beneath us. The scent of our joining perfumes the air like tropical flowers, our moans like the calls of exotic birds. We grind and push against each other seeking that perfect note.

You thrust harder and I beg for more, your response is to begin pounding into me harder, drawing out only to thrust back in deeper. My breath is so quick now, matching yours, heart pounding a loud tattoo as my body arches and seeks more, ever more. I feel you start to stiffen as you push in deeper than you have ever gone before, you shudder and I feel your body draw up before the hot stream of your release splashes deep with in me heat me and setting off my own release. The perfection of the note your soul sings to me takes me higher than I could have imagined, our combined cries of release only adding to the music we created. My climax reached as heat washes my body as it ripples, stiffens and then pulses around yours as I milk you of every drop you offer. After the incredible shattering release your body rests heavily over mine for a long moment as you recover. Feeling the notes your soul sings calm to float about me, I slowly fade returning to the abyss, that timeless void I came from and you find yourself sinking to rest upon your mattress still warm from our joining.

This is my gift to you. You are left with your wish a perfect moment, one single unique memory to carry you forward in time and remember always.

Julikitten, Dec. 2011