A Secret Confession from Stefan
I knew it was too good to be true. The gods have presented me with my own Aphrodite, Bonnie Bennett. Only for me to discover that miles keep us apart. So, I dream of her in great detail, reliving her features in my mind's eye. Do I have a favourite part of her beauty? Is there a part that I have grown to love and cherish?
Where to start? Is it the way her long and glorious, chocolate hair curls and twists in long tresses down her back. The locks make me envious, as they are able to stroke her cheek with small stray strands that have escaped being tucked behind her ear.
Or is it how her green, gold flecked eyes that a foolish man could get lost in. Emerald green pools, so deep and so bottomless, that they draw me into the depths of her soul and her deepest thoughts.
Or is it the way her nose, perfect to give a quick kiss to.
Lips (sigh) delicate as butterfly wings, as sensual as rose petals. Those lips that whisper naughty sayings in my ear, lips that part to let her tongue dart out when we kiss.
Her two perfect ears, ideal for nibbling on.
There is a small patch of crossed, soft hairs, delicate like newborn baby fuzz. It starts just below her belly button. Soft to the touch, it tickles my tongue and lips as I kiss, lick and nibble my way down.
Legs firm, strong, runner's legs. They are ideal for wrapping around and holding her lover close and pulling him deep into her.
Will it be her feet? Elegant painted toes, which I can rub for her after a hard day's work with aloe and peppermint so they are relaxed and ready for her daily runs.
Her butt, words can't begin to describe what is like to spank her when she is naughty. Or the way she blushes under my touch as I stroke lower. The darker rosebud that nestles there, that flinches under my touch, that resists then yields in the depths of her most trusting moments of passion?
Would it be her breasts? They are firm, ripe, the picture perfect breasts that fit the cup of my hand. Her heavy breasts capped with exotic nipples. They sway hypnotically when she is on her hands and knees.
Or is it how her neck seems to be made just for me as I nip the soft and unblemished skin for nourishment.
As she playfully walks away, how they sway seductively to and fro. My hands rest to help balance her as we make love. Hips that shape her dresses that give her the most seductive curves.
All over her body, her scent of roses and vanilla. The heady, musky aroma she has when she is aroused, when she desires me. A smooth oasis of desires that lays hidden between her thighs. Silken to the touch, I savour the intoxicating taste on my tongue.
My goddess is the colour of caramel just as the gods had intended. It's to be massaged when the tension sits in her shoulders after a frustrating day at work. To lean against when we spoon in bed, on the couch or on our special chair.
She has an aggressive tongue that always fences with my tongue when we kiss.
Thighs that she spreads wide to let me love her the way I know she wants. When she has her back to me and bends at the waist my mind wonders how lucky I got for this gift.
But the single piece that I crave, ache and desire most for?
With every fibre of my soul…Is her heart