Dear Diary,
Let's say have some naughty thoughts yes, naughty thoughts of elves and creatures that do not exist in our world (that we know of). I do have wonderful fantasies about people that do not exist. Maybe today I should write about Legolas. I remember how angry the hubs got at me for blurting out during the Lord of the Rings how hot the elf was. So I never brought it up again….but that doesn't keep me from fantasizing about it.
I got into so much trouble and strangely enough the hotness doesn't seem to be toward Orlando Bloom just Legolas.
But I digress
He was so strong and quick while fighting lithe and strong as an elf should be...with his exotic blond hair and pale skin there is just something otherworldly about elves
Now that you understand my fascination:
Well I imagine that elves being otherworldly and all and older than humanity understand Humans well...I would imagine those hands would know exactly how much pressure to use and have an understanding that a woman needs to be played like a violin not a drum.
I imagine deft hands everywhere softly then adding more pressure, on the palms and wrist tickling in an exquisite way. Trailing fingers travel along the collarbone, down across the sensitive areas of the underarm and the crook of the elbow. All is quiet except for a few sighs and whispered endearments.
Then instead of going for the main event he continues the same treatment all over again with his mouth
Leaving his partner squirming and breathless with desire...and still he waits continuing his ministrations until...
She pleads "Legolas please!" her voice husky with desire. He smirks slightly (I mean seriously what guy doesn't want his lover to be saying his name for the ego boost) and softens his smile then quietly states "not yet." He can tell her patience is being tested. He just wants to try to push her a bit further. She nods in agreement. He leans in toward her neck and whispers in her ear "now you've interrupted my train of the thought, I'll have to start again" and his torturous ministrations continue. Caresses soft as butterfly wings graze her calves, fingers followed by a deliciously tickling tongue working to the so sensitive area behind the knee. Grazing touches to the thigh and stomach. A breast lightly fondled and nipple slightly tweaked.
His lover has become a writhing mass of nerves under his touch. Finally unable to stand anymore she speaks again "Please Legolas Now!" She is no longer pleading; it is a wanton, husky demand. He nods his acquiescence; however he takes his time as he strokes his lover from toe to face one more time.
As soon as he hilts himself inside her, she is already coming undone. He stills and lets her enjoy this moment riding out her ecstasy. After what seems like an eternity he starts to move igniting her passion anew. The caresses are more intense now. Her body is so over-sensitized it takes her little time to be keening unrestrained. "Legolas now!" she demands. He finally lets his go of his tight control over himself and grinds into her furiously. As he finds his own release it's enough to push her over the edge again. They lay entwined panting in each other's arms, planting wet kisses and caresses ….just wanting to touch until sleep claims them.
