EXTREME SENSUALITY

I was leaving. Of course I was! After hours, everybody gone. But then I turned to close the door as I
stepped out of the office. His deep dark cobalt eyes were fixed on me. Oh, holly crap! I had wanted
that man for a long, long time.
We had been working together for months. Since the first nano-second, my eyes grew on him,
greedy, hungry. The man looked as a portentous example of the male half of the species. Tall, lean,
the right amount of muscles, the right amount of manly movements and most certainly, the right
amount ofoh, shut up! Midnight sleek hair overlapping, luxuriant, his crisp shirt collar, begging for
my fingers to merge in it, pull it, pull him. Straight nose, adamant chin, thin sensuous lips, and tons
over tons of masculine attitude.
I tried goliath-hard to keep my composure, as I held the doorknob, my fingers wrapping around it in
a caress meant for other parts. Of him. My eyes fell veiled, but I could not resist my own curiosity. I
lifted them, slowly, so slowly, taking him in, inch by delicious inch. His leather shoes, his long legs
clad in tailored trousers, apart, his narrow hips leaning against the desk. My imagination could only
design his manhood behind the fabrics, whereas my fantasies had already woven all the attention I
would have given to said part. Muscular arms siding his body and big square hands holding the desk
edge, nonchalant. My gaze took maximum pleasure in the view of him against the panoramic glass-
windows; it fatally reached his dark cobalt eyes.
And bang! Our stares clashed with the force of an atomic bomb. I had always been so engrossed in
my uncontrollable obsession with him, it obliterated his reactions to me. All my energies went into
hiding the torment I felt for being close to him every blissful day, all hellish day, attempting heavily
to focus on my job and forget all about him. It had been going on for endless months. The clash with
his gaze now almost blew my hard-won sensible countenance to blazing hell. His dark cobalt
attention fixed on me, unblinkingly, as if hungry. The expression on them gnawed on me, my body
going cold and then hot, then hotter. My breath arrested before his stance - that defied me to break
free from the moral prison I had locked myself in. Boy, did I want that. Eternal seconds passed while
we dwelled wordlessly.
Without thinking, without even noticing it, my hand nudged the door back to its frame and my feet
marched towards him, single-mindedly as a she-wolf that had fastened all winter. At that moment, I
cared for nothing, thought about nothing, considered bloody nothing. It felt as pure instinct had
taken over. All that mattered in the world was that I reached him, because I could take it no more.
The hollow nights, the savage dreams of him, the longing. The burning! The moment his dark cobalt
temptation zeroed on me, the repressed desire erupted violent, scorching, demanding. It would stop
at nothing! I would gladly go to hell, to exile, to the gallows for just this one second.
My curvaceous body halted inches from him, registering the heat of his body, his tempting cologne,
his irregular breath. Exhaling languorously, I leaned entirely on him, one leg between his. He never
moved, only his stare dared me like an apple in Paradise. His body felt hot, his muscles bunched, my
head reached barely to his chest. Perfect!
I was in a trance; that had to be the sole explanation. My fingers moved up to his shirt buttons,
undoing one by one, with desperate indolence, though I had impulses of tearing the damn thing off
once and for all. One button, his elegant neck uncovered; two buttons, his top chest revealed,
hairless, smooth. Three buttonstoo much! My mouth fell on his delicious neck, open and starving,
grazing his warm, beguiling flesh, whilst my hand sneaked inside his shirt to palm his chest, caressing
shamelessly. Exploring, exploiting. Agony. Pure, delectable agony of having that much and not
having enough at all! That hand of mine went further inside the shirt, my mouth caressed more and
more. The other hand filled itself with his luxuriant midnight hair. Fire spread over me as if I had
transformed in a dry forest in summer.
His scent assailed me. Not his civilized, proper cologne, no. His real scent beyond the mask of
cosmetics. It was an aquatic smell, as if he had just emerged from the sea, glorious and salty. I knew
where I would find more of that; and my hunger deepened. I found myself in a warm haze of sheer
delight. On my navel, I registered hardness, long and thick, imprinting my flesh as a nemesis turned
ally. I was lost, because I pressed my body closer to it, satisfaction not far around the corner. And
yet, as far as Jupiter!
Finally! Finally, he moved, as if he could hold it no longer, as if he had been sufficiently patient. His
arm snaked around my waist in an embrace of steel. I lifted my stare to his dark cobalt gazing down
on me. Then his thin sensuous lips descended upon mine as an apocalypse. Hell broke loose,
Pandoras box had burst open!
My both hands in his sleek hair, fumbling. My mouth overtaken, opening wider, more insane by the
second. Our tongues knotted and re-knotted in a mindless dance towards an abyss. His other arm
locked around me and my feet left the ground, my insatiable mouth level with his. I moaned,
enthralled by the assault on my senses and yearning for more.
I wanted him at my mercy, I wanted to devour him, savour him. In fact, I believe that a whole week
in my bed, 24/7 would not suffice, so huge was my thirst for him. We went on kissing with the
desperation of the last minute of our lives.
Disentangling from him, breathless, I shoved all those useless things from the large desk and pulled
him gently to lie on it. Exactly where my dreams had dreamed him. To the devil it appeared a clich!
There he would be mine, only mine! His tall lean frame inclined without resistance, dishevelled. My
banquet was lain. I climbed on top of him, a heat wave of sensuality blanketing me. He watched me,
eyes dark with desire, feeding my unconfessable sin, coaxing it, urging it. My whole world tunnelled
in those eyes, in that irresistible mouth wet with my kisses, in his half-open shirt heating my blood.
How did I manage to resist him all this time? Because now I was overflowing in avalanches of
unleashed sensation.
I undid the remaining of his shirt buttons and started to taste him all over again from the back of his
ear, grazing my open lips down his neck, licking his sensitive nipples, inhaling his ocean scent, his
warm skin soft over his taut muscles. I was in trouble, wild, wild trouble, risking serious addiction.
Without hurry, down I went. Even his navel seemed the most delightful thing on the planet, I licked
it uninhibitedly and his muscles tightened under my explorations. His breath uneven, his capable
hands on my hair.
I reached his waistline, undoing his belt, eager to have the whole of him just for me, the zipper slid
down as a prophecy, and I touched his warmer spot, crispy with hairs, I uncovered the total of his
delectable manhood. Enrapturing, his beauty; he was poetry embodied, manly sinew, lean muscles,
godly frame, and a manhood to starve for. I went for the kill. I caressed him, licked his extension,
suckled, kissed, revered, paid homage, relished while he sounded like he revelled in it. I wanted to
ravish him and I wanted it to last for a whole century. But my body was demanding satisfaction, in
flames so roaring I didnt recognise myself.
I bunched my prim skirt, got rid of my undies, wasting no time. I rode him heading to a troubled
vision of Eden, my body primed, ticking a clock bomb with every passing minute. He sat up intent on
tormenting me, opening my blouse, his mouth seeking my breasts, his fingers finding my chore. I
became a goner!
I went primal, moving blindly, grabbing his midnight hair with trembling fingers. I wished I could
keep my eyes wide open to watch him, his handsomeness, his male movements. Shamelessly unable
to do that, my lashes weighed down, my body arched, emitted sounds, demanded pleasure
frantically. I approached perdition willingly. I sought all the sin and the glory. This might be all there
would be, all I would have. I just craved this moment to last, the torture to go on or to finish. Or
both. I willed myself to move faster and faster, I was going to perish, burst into ashes. Who cared?
He held me in his steel arms, the skies flooding in fervent rain. I went all given in the search of
pleasure, the pleasure he rendered there and then in his tall lean body, on his ready hard manhood,
source of my afflictions and my redemption. I rode chaos faster, blinder, now that his sensuous
mouth suckled on my throat and his hand ignited my breast. The bomb ticked its latest seconds. I fell
on him harder, heavier, repeatedly. I sensed the cataclysm right here. The bomb exploded in waves
upon waves of heat, dissolving me, melting me in a puddle of defeated flesh. My body milked him
simultaneously, completing my damnation with his undulations.

Lisa Torquay
July 2014