The Traveler and The Sleeping Wife; An instant in eroticism

The Traveler returned to his home.

He played with her wind. He took her earth. He fed her flame. He danced with her water. And now, when he touched his wife’s cheek, it was no longer cold. Her body held life, her body held energy, though she was asleep.

The Traveler abandoned his cloak, and slowly climbed into bed with his wife, and he pressed his lips to her breast. Though she did not make noise, he felt her stir. He ran his lips all up and down her body. He pressed his lips between her legs, to her pussy, and tasted her sexuality and felt heat, warmth, wetness. He heard a small moan pull itself from her sleeping lips, before he slowly climbed atop her body.

Grabbing his hard cock, he slowly slipped it between the lips of her pussy and began to push into her. Though she slept, as he began to make love to her, her eyes fluttered. As he thrust into her, Her pussy clenched around him and her whole body come to life. As he lifted her legs and began to drive himself deep into her, her body thrust back against his.

Even as she slept, she knew the body of her husband, yearning for his flesh and desire. She ground hard against him, body beckoning him for more. He gave her body what it wished for, thrusting deeper, harder, faster into her as his cock throbbed and pulsed, shuddering, coming ever closer to release.

And as he let out a cry, as he felt himself fill his wife’s body, he felt nails in his back and her chest pressed against hers’ as she screamed in orgasm, shattering the magic sleep which seperated them for so long.

Undine; An instant of eroticism

Wrapped in the morning dew and soft sea mist, the Traveler found her in a secluded cove.

She seemed to be relaxing, humming softly as the sounds of the cove resonated into a natural music. Eyes fluttering open to meet his, her lips made only three words. “Dance with me.”

At his approach, she stood. As his hands met her hand and her hip, they began to dance. Their bodies pressed together, their movements resonated with the song that echoed through her home, and resonated with the rhythms beating in their chests.

As they flowed together, as their hands broke from the form of a ballroom and began to touch eachother, their eyes locked and unlocked as they moved, as they twisted. Her fingers ran along his chest. His fingers ran between her small breasts. She touched his cheek before he twirled her. His leg slipped between hers’.

Their bodies intertwined, slowly at first, but with each movement they became more and more entangled. His leg ground between hers’, and as he dipped her, a moan escaped her lips before her face snapped up and she pressed her lips to his, slowly flicking his lips with her tongue.

Then, she led the dance. She moved in a circle, pulling him with him. There was no resistance, just a flow. They flowed into eachother like they were one being, and with a playful smile she fell backwards onto her bed of soft moss, pulling him on top of her to continue their dance in a more intimate way.

All that night, The Traveler made love to the sea.

Salamander; An instant in eroticism

Wrapped in the skintone of those kissed by the sun, The Traveler found her resting at an oasis.

She grinned, slipping her arms around his body and pressing her lips to his without a hint of hesitation, a fire burning bright in her eyes. “Feed me,” she whispered into his ear before thrusting him down onto the soft grass.

She was not gentle. The Traveler was not gentle either. Her nails clawed at his flesh and left dark trails of scarlet, her lips ripped the breath from his chest. He rolled her onto her back and she only growled in delight, sinking her teeth into his neck. Pain and pleasure arched through his body as she rolled him back over, pinning him and sinking his flesh deep into her body.

She ground hard against him, driving him deeper into her without any mercy. She didn’t care for foreplay. She only wanted to consume him, to burn him in her desire. Growling, she slapped him hard on the face to awaken him from his surprise.

Without warning, the Traveler slammed his body up into hers’, ripping a cry from her lips as he began to thrust upwards into her with the same violence and fire she rode him with. When his body began to pulse, his desire began to peak, her lips crashed against his, wrapping him in heat, wrapping him in desire as he filled her flesh with his desire.

She did not stop. She wouldn’t stop grinding, she didn’t stop riding him. She was still hungry, and the Traveler understood; she didn’t forget foreplay. Sex itself was her foreplay! She was still getting warmed up.

For three full days, the Traveler made love to flame.

I apologize

But I need to take a rest day or two; Life has pushed me fairly hard for the last few days and I need to recover if I want to be able to write at my highest quality.  I could have written the next chapter in the saga of The Hero and The Witch, but…

It’s important these be high quality, so I’m not going to bust them out if I’m not feeling like I can write at my full ability, and I don’t feel I can today.  I apologize.

Gnome; An instant of eroticism

Wrapped in the red dirt of nature, The Traveler met her deep in the mountains.

She smiled at him, drawing him closer with a motion of her hand.  “Take me,” she said, letting her voice fill the mountain range.

When he reached her, she grasped him, pushing him down onto the hard ground.  He wrestled with her, pushing and pulling, before being thrown hard onto the ground.  She smiled, amused, her curvy form cocked in challenge.

He would have to overcome her if he wanted to take her.

Standing, he grasped her.  His movements were rough, forceful, strong.  She struggled, her body resisting and demanding to be let go, but her eyes and mind wanting his strength, for him to overcome the hands that pushed and the legs that held away.

He pushed a kiss onto her lips forcefully, almost violently.  She tried to pull away but his hand held onto her back as he dipped her like a dancer, stole her dance.  He pushed all of his will and desire into that kiss.

Her strong body’s tense muscles squirmed and shook under his desire, under his willpower to hold her.

Slowly, she melted into him, slipping her tongue into his mouth and sucking his into her mouth, her stone will shifting into sand as she pulled him on top of her, pulled him into her, gripping his ass and pulling his flesh into her body with hard, violent, strong thrusts.

That day and night, The Traveler made love to the earth.

Sylph; An instant of eroticism

Clad only in blustering wind, the Traveler found her in the canyon at the end of the world.

When their eyes met, she gave a girlish smile, inviting him closer.  “Dance with me,” she said, her sweet voice tickling the air all around.

Together they danced without a shred of cloth to seperate them, teasing, flirting, their bodies coming ever closer and apart with the whim of the wind.  The gale brought them closer, the gale broke them apart.

His fingers traced her shoulder, her hip, her thigh and her breast as they danced wildly.  Each time their steps were different, chaotic.  His leg slid between hers ad his hand touched her back, but did not hold her from breaking away, and so she did not break away.

Her hand touched his thigh, her lips touched his neck, his nails dug into her back, and a soft, warm sound escaped her throat to be caught in the tempest that engulfed them both.

Their bodies no longer pulled away, twisting and whirling into one another, her flesh growing moist as his grew hard.  He pressed his hips to hers, her lips to his, and as she pushed him down they entangled and wrapped eachother.

Even as she slipped his flesh into her form, as she let out a rapturous cry and he rolled over onto her, they danced all through the night under the shining moon.

That day and night, the Traveler made love to the wind.