A friend asked if I could write a story from the female perspective, one that was not so (blokey). The following is the result.
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Standing naked in the bedroom, having just stepped out of the shower, I turn and look at the view in the mirror. Steam is still rising off my shoulders and hair. I close my eyes trying to remember the feelings that were stirred in me last night. All of a sudden, making me gasp and then giggle at the way I jumped, I feel a feather light touch caress my steaming shoulder and slowly slide down my arm.
The cool place left on my shoulder from the hand that lingered but burned there oh so briefly is soon replaced by a gentle kiss from the softest lips I have ever felt. Those lips then travel slowly across the back of my neck and under my cascading hair. There is a sudden rush of cool air across my neck when you lift my damp hair allowing you access to my skin. The cool breeze sends a shiver down my back and I feel every hair on my body stand up in a primitive response to try to keep me warm. I feel my nipples contract, pucker, and stand rigidly to the point where they almost ache.
The hand that was slowly caressing my arm moves across to my belly. I take a sharp breath involuntarily as the sensations you create with your light touch seem to tickle, burn and make my stomach feel like it is full of butterflies trying to escape all at once. Your hand now spreads out over my stomach and I feel you pull my body closer to yours. I can feel your need resting between my buttocks. You are so hard against me I can feel your elevated pulse on my lower back.
Your other hand comes to rest above the first one, just lightly touching the underside of my breasts with your thumb. Your lips are moving up the side of my neck to my ear where you gently nibble the lobe, showing the promise of what is to come with your skilled mouth. Your top hand rises up as I push my chest out slightly to encourage the touch I want so badly. However, you are not in a hurry and slowly, lightly almost excruciatingly gently you circle my nipples with fingertips as light as a feather.
Just when I am sure I cannot stand it any longer, you brush your fingers straight over my nipple and lightly nip my ear lobe with your teeth. I let out a moan in delight because I had almost given up hope of the pleasure I knew was so close. The sudden jolt of electricity that runs through my body makes my knees buckle slightly and as my body drops about an inch, I feel your rock hard cock slide between my cheeks.
At the sudden friction, this movement causes to your now very sensitive cock, you moan right in my ear and I can feel, hear, and sense how much you want me and I think to myself, maybe I do have some power over this man after all.
The hand that was resting gently on my stomach starts to slide downwards. Your touch, still as light as a feather, is almost tickling me as it glides gently over my warm skin until there is a change of texture. Your fingers have reached the top of my mound and are brushing through my curls. Although they are so close, your fingers do not touch me where I want them.