(Fiction)
Some say there’s nothing more exciting and arousing than the spontaneity of a sexual encounter. I beg to differ. For me the expectation and longing can be the best fuel to kindle all the passions hidden inside us. I know you don’t always agree with me and think that by planning I’m killing the excitement, but you’ll see that tomorrow you’ll have a whole new perspective.
I’m here waiting for you. All I can think about is the moment you cross that door, anxiously looking for me. Your pores already dilating, waiting expectantly to find my skin, you and I together in a passionate embrace. Just thinking about that results in heat taking over your body. You’re still at the office, and while your mind asks you to be calm, your desire forces you to come to me as soon as possible.
You’re trying to think about something else. After all, it’s only half an hour, you can control it. But I don’t want you to. I want you to think how I’m here, lying on the bed, waiting for you. I’m wearing that lingerie you love, the one with the black lace. My dress, made with a delicate silky fabric, lets you see every single part of my silhouette, as if I weren’t wearing anything else. My pores, just like yours, are urgently exuding all my desires.
The idea of you fighting to control the sweat and the arousal are actually turning me on more than I expected. It’s as if I could feel the little hairs on your body erect, aware of what’s going to happen. Under your skin, the veins are loaded with boiling blood, and you feel like just a single touch can make you explode with desire. I don’t blame you. My body itself is about to burst all the passions I’ve been hiding for so long.
I had prepared the cheesiest surprise for you: champagne and some chocolate strawberries, essential for a romantic encounter according to a magazine I read the other day. It said that these were supposed to create the most sensual environment, as if we needed something like that. I’m gonna take a sip of that bubbly beverage. You’re late and now the ice that was meant to keep the bottle cold has melted almost completely. It’s as if the ice had melted just by listening to my desires.
As I open the bottle some of the cold, tiny drops of the sweaty crystals fall on my skin. My own sweat merges with the water as I envision our bodies intertwined in a passionate, urging embrace. The drops slide through my body, as your fingers, eager to explore each part of me.
As my mind gets lost in this stimulating exchange of sensations, I picture you opening the door and running to join me. You take off your coat and your shoes so fast that you let all the excitement behind. I stop you and slowly start unbuttoning your shirt. As I slide the fabric out of your shoulders, I can feel your warm breath, gasping in synchrony with mine. The sensation of your fingers on my skin as you tenderly remove my silk dress makes me explode with desire.
Now I can actually hear you walking into the room. You open the door and run to me. I can see that urge in your eyes. The waiting just multiplied our excitement, and as we actually take off our clothes, I sense your body thanking me for the wait.
(End of Fiction)***These images belong to Adara Sánchez Anguiano and her series Take off your clothes! Through colors and strokes, Anguiano invites us to become witnesses of the sensuality and desire that emerge from the simple act of removing one’s clothes. These images show the passion and arousal of those intimate moments before a sexual encounter.
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