Here’s a little something I wrote this morning. I was inspired by the fog over the fields as I drove into work today. 🙂 Hope you enjoy it.
Fog (c) 2006 T.A.Chase
A misty shroud covers the fields as I stand on the hill. He’s out there somewhere. I know because I feel his eyes on me. Why doesn’t he come to me? He knows I’ll give him anything and everything he asks for. Yet he hesitates.
Tendrils of clouds trace a swirling pattern on my cheek and he’s touching me. The fog tugs with the roughness of his fingers. Yearning fills me. Muscles tighten and pleasure builds. The chilly air causes my nipples to harden. Gasping, I arch my back as the cold moisture baths them. He’s playing with me. My knees give out, but I don’t fall. Somehow, I stay standing. Shivers travel down my spine when the teasing fog follows the line of hair down my stomach to where my jeans gap open. In my rush to greet him, I forgot to button them.
My breath catches in my throat. Silently, I yearn for the touch I fear is coming. Mist surrounds me and caresses. Throwing back my head, I offer all of myself to him. He knows he can take my life if he so wishes. I won’t fight him.
Ice coats my neck. Pleasure explodes as my essence drains from my body. Fog blankets me, freezing me in my moment of ultimate surrender, hiding me from a world that doesn’t understand.
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