It's The Ride, Not The DestinationI had a surprise for the next morning… We should wake up early and get on a train… Where to? I wasn't allowed to know, it was your present, your surprise.
We do wake up in time, but the first morning kiss turns our bodies inside out and all of a sudden we are late, we have to run, we almost miss the train, and… Ok, here we go…
We leave from a beautiful train station in a fairly modern train. A long carriage, windows on one side and on the other, the doors to the six passengers cabins… As we get in the only one where there was only one other person, the old man leaves, opening our smiles to each other… Hmmm… Now the space was all ours…
Ten o'clock in the morning, the riding train, the engine noise, the leather seats, and the excitement… The excitement of my unknown destination, the excitement of your carefully planned surprise… The excitement of that cabin, the fast passing view out the window, small towns and big trees and small houses and big green fields and our hands, our smiles, our freedom…
You sit in front of me and you look so deep in my eyes my heart starts beating faster, and I move on your lap… Seating there, facing you, so close, knees on your seat, I feel the intensity of your desire, the warmth of the back of your neck, the humidity of your lips on mine. I feel you between my legs, your hands inside my jeans, under my shirt, and something wild is growing between us. I don't want to miss this… I look out to the corridor… There is a lock to the door, but there are no curtains… I move and you hold me closer…
'Wait baby…'
I smile at you and you look intrigued…
'Are you cold?...'
'No, I just need to get this on…'
My long coat covers us, down my shoulders, around my legs, your legs, my jeans, your t-shirt…
'Curtains, darling…'
I unbutton your jeans and mine go down to my knees. Holding your neck, feet on the leather seat, I sit on you, and that close I feel our smell, I sense the steam of desire and I see that fire in your eyes…
Slow… so slow… come in me…
The train is moving fast against our slow motion dance, and the old tracks are on our side… I feel you hard, deep, your heart beating so fast I can hear it on your lips… Your arms around me holding me so strong against you cut my breath and I love it, I feel so powerful, and you love that too…
The moment had to be interrupted with our arrival to a station… Fortunately, nothing happening there could not be finished in the train toilet, against the sink, your eyes looking at mine through the mirror, your hands on my hips, and a now faster than any train track to ecstasy, and the certainty that all fantasies can be real with a lover like you…
We do wake up in time, but the first morning kiss turns our bodies inside out and all of a sudden we are late, we have to run, we almost miss the train, and… Ok, here we go…
We leave from a beautiful train station in a fairly modern train. A long carriage, windows on one side and on the other, the doors to the six passengers cabins… As we get in the only one where there was only one other person, the old man leaves, opening our smiles to each other… Hmmm… Now the space was all ours…
Ten o'clock in the morning, the riding train, the engine noise, the leather seats, and the excitement… The excitement of my unknown destination, the excitement of your carefully planned surprise… The excitement of that cabin, the fast passing view out the window, small towns and big trees and small houses and big green fields and our hands, our smiles, our freedom…
You sit in front of me and you look so deep in my eyes my heart starts beating faster, and I move on your lap… Seating there, facing you, so close, knees on your seat, I feel the intensity of your desire, the warmth of the back of your neck, the humidity of your lips on mine. I feel you between my legs, your hands inside my jeans, under my shirt, and something wild is growing between us. I don't want to miss this… I look out to the corridor… There is a lock to the door, but there are no curtains… I move and you hold me closer…
'Wait baby…'
I smile at you and you look intrigued…
'Are you cold?...'
'No, I just need to get this on…'
My long coat covers us, down my shoulders, around my legs, your legs, my jeans, your t-shirt…
'Curtains, darling…'
I unbutton your jeans and mine go down to my knees. Holding your neck, feet on the leather seat, I sit on you, and that close I feel our smell, I sense the steam of desire and I see that fire in your eyes…
Slow… so slow… come in me…
The train is moving fast against our slow motion dance, and the old tracks are on our side… I feel you hard, deep, your heart beating so fast I can hear it on your lips… Your arms around me holding me so strong against you cut my breath and I love it, I feel so powerful, and you love that too…
The moment had to be interrupted with our arrival to a station… Fortunately, nothing happening there could not be finished in the train toilet, against the sink, your eyes looking at mine through the mirror, your hands on my hips, and a now faster than any train track to ecstasy, and the certainty that all fantasies can be real with a lover like you…
8 comments:
o comboio do desejo?
noivo,
o desejo ja la estava, este foi o comboio das concretizacoes, das loucuras, das transgressoes... mas mais haverá... depois conto ;)
Pois eu continuo a ler sim ;) … e continuo com os comentários bilingue …
What can I say?… … the way you tell your tales moves me … it’s like you give us a series of snapshots that we animate, in our minds, with the help of your words …
This box of yours is a wonderful place where I like to come and see, through your eyes, your world, the parts of your life you feel like sharing, those little crumbles (I spoke about), peaces of you, stored in this box, for us to see and for you to remember ;)
Once more thanks for sharing,
FATifer
Nunca tenho a sorte de entrar numa carruagem com tal visão e sentar-me discretamente, um pouco afastado mas perto o suficiente, ver e ser visto... um voyeur; provocando... o resultado...pois não se sabe; por vezes, as coisas inesperadas são as melhores....
:)))
fatifer,
todo o prazer de partilha é meu. os contos, conto-os como se passam, como os sinto, como os vivi, com toda a emoção e desejo, e a recompaensa são os comentários deixados no mesmo tom... mais uma vez, obrigada :)
shelyac,
todas as viagens são inesperadas, mesmo que as planeies ao pormenor... é o que mais amo... viajar... pode ser que nos cruzemos um dia :) até lá, continua a passar por aqui :)
Good post.
lorie,
thank you, hope to see you around more often :)
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