The Cryptic Beauty (Revised)

The smell of white jasmine and cherry blossoms enveloped the surrounding air. I slowly opened my eyes, surely I must be dreaming. I stared out the window with discontent. The world was thriving in blankets of euphoria, while I sat, wallowing in my own disgust and torment. Not even able to face the ground in which I labored, lost, and loved.  Then, like a turtle protruding threw it's shell, a thought arose in my conscious. The remains of the night before. What had come of it's wicked existence. As if the world read my mind, I felt the gentle touch of a wondering hand gliding across my back and settling itself upon the peak of my hip bone. The earth had answered my lingering thought. My tainted thoughts circulating with dismay. Then as gracefully as it had come, the enigmatic hand descended gently away, as I felt the seemingly everlasting meadows of sheets drifting away from my body, as the cryptic beauty wrapped them around her eminent figure. Her fingertips danced meticulously across her back and through her lustful hair. She was exquisite. Sculpted by gods. By the hand of a the most prominent artist.1

I guided my body upward and rested my back upon the oak head board. How had I obtained such a beautiful women. Her every movement was absent of any flaws. Her hips rolled as she walked, making her hour-glass figure shimmer with desire. I was in a trance of fascination as she turned around, facing me, letting the meadows of sheets gravitate down, exposing her faultless glory, and her impeccable breast. Like a tower of flesh. For my eyes only. For my hands only. The control. The security. Gave my restlessness a temporary reprieve. Her eyes were unyielding. Blue awaken by the sun's glare, adding up to an extravagance far beyond my grasp, but within my every desire. Her eyes yearned for the world. They yearned for recklessness. But at the same time, they calmed my hesitation with a warmth, so barbaric, it exploded in my mind.2

"Good morning."3

Her words rushed into my ears and interrupted the trance I had fallen under. I couldn't find the words to reply. I could feel the blood rush to my face, and then the inevitable wave of a hangover creeping into cognition. I pulled the blanket that had slid of the bed over my bare body, and continued to get up. I walked passed her, my eyes resting upon her body the entire time. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a diet coke from the refrigerator, and sat down on the edge of my bed.4

"You should leave", I whispered.5

The women crawled on to the bed, not even trying to hold the sheet over her body, and sat behind me. She worked her hand up my back and settled it upon my shoulder. She positioned her other hand on my thigh and just remained there. Her hair fell upon my back, moving with every one of her body movements. I closed my eyes.6

"I'm going to go hop in the shower, feel free to join me", she said.7

She abandoned the sheet on the bed and walked to the bathroom naked. I found myself letting out a half attempted chuckle. What a beautiful creature. So subtle, yet so dominant. So gorgeous, yet so obstinate. I folded my hand behind my back and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. Like every morning I turned it to the channel 12 news. I couldn't keep my attention focused on the television. I heard the shower start and peered across the room to notice the door left open carelessly. I smiled and got up. I walked into the bathroom. The mirror was glazed with fog, as I tried to make out my own bodily figure. The women was humming a song. Nancy Sinatra. 8
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I argued with myself for a brief moment, on whether or not to take her up on her  invitation. I leaned against the wall and slid to the ground. I sat there in the warm moisture of the bathroom, listening to the beautiful sound of the women's humming. It was like a masquerade of grace in my ears. I could make out an evanescent figure beyond the white shower curtain. Her silhouette glided across the compliant vinyl.

I ran my fingers through my hair and decided against my own conscious. What could it hurt? I let my blanket slip down as I got up. I  opened the curtain to the shower, slightly, just to get a view. The women had her head tilted up with her eyes closed, letting the water pound into her face. One leg at a time, I got into the shower. I didn't know if the women noticed my presence or not, but she seemed oblivious. The warm moisture of the shower felt refreshing. I walked towards her and wrapped my arms around her body, letting my hands momentarily rest on her thighs, as I slid my hands, slowly, up the curve of her hips. I pressed my breast against her back, feeling the suction of the water enveloping our wet bodies. I gently caressed the back of her neck with my lips, as I glided my chin on to her shoulder. She leaned her head back, and stretched her arms behind her, letting her hands glide onto my body, sliding them up and down, as if to tempt me. I grabbed her hip and turned her around, pressing her up against the wall of the shower. She lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around my waist, as I leaned in farther, making sure she felt my thrust.

I rested one hand on the wall as I slid the other one up her thigh. My hand slick,as the water guided it. She ran her fingers through my hair, then clenched it tightly. I thrusted my hips harder into hers. Still grasping my hair she pulled my face closer to hers. I went to go kiss her, but she quickly grabbed my bottom lip with her teeth and slowly, almost unbearably bit down. I let her teeth roll of my lips than went in for another kiss. Not even trying to retain myself, I let my tongue slip right into her mouth. I could feel her body heave up, decimating any control left inside of me. I gripped harder on her thigh and pushed it even closer to me. The hand resting on the wall slid down, grabbing the woman's breast, working it in the palm of my hand. All of my attention was consumed by lust. Abruptly, the women slid her self down, on to her knees. She glided her hands up my legs, past my hips, and settled them on my breast. She moved her head up, trailing her hands, and rested her lips on my nipple. I could feel the suction from her mouth on my breast as she put my nipple between her teeth, gently nibbling. I pulled on her hair, the harder I grabbed, the harder she bit down. She stood back up and kissed me, sweetly. Prolonging the contact of our lips. She grabbed my hand, only to let hers slip out. She walked out of the shower, still soaked, still naked. I turned off the water and followed her, unable to resist my  own curiosity.

The women let her self fall backwards on to the bare bed. Every bit of her damn body exposed. I walked up to the bed and and teasingly crawled onto her sprawled out body, making sure every bit of me rubbed against her. I stopped mid way and let my naked body rest upon her hips, sitting upward, my hair flipped over across my face. I leaned forward, my hair hair brushing upon her breasts, as I kissed her. I kissed her and kissed her until finally I made my way down to her neck, moving one kiss at a time to her neck as I rolled my tongue in circles, sucking , kissing, thrusting myself on to her. I made my way back to her lips but only barely kissed her before I moved myself down her endless body. My breast grazed her body as I kissed every inch of her, moving lower and lower. I caressed her stomach and moved even lower. I could almost feel the lust pulsing through her body as I reached her center. Letting my tongue lose control. I moved back up, making the same motions, the same kisses, til I was sitting on top of her. She thrust her pelvis upward, as if pleading for me to take her. Impatient, she rolled me over, repositioning herself on top. She did the same to me as I did to her. But she let her fingers slip down my body along with the sliding of her breast. She didn't work her way back up, as I did to her. I could feel her hair tickling the surface of my skin. She finally retreated back up, mounting her hands on my breast once again.

How had I ended up here? Why did I let this devil of women tempt me. She was beautiful, no doubt. Her body was enough to make any man or women melt. I knew that she had the sexual power of a hundred Aphrodites, hidden underneath her flawless breast, and ivory skin.