Enchanted Night

The space was surrounded in the soft scent of jasmine and sandalwood in the intimate glow of the lanterns, creating a cosy and welcoming environment. Softly humming in the background, traditional music wafted through the air, suggesting the thrill to come. Its tones are magnificent.

Lost in your thoughts, you could feel her here behind you as you stood staring out at the metropolitan skyline. Her soft touch followed a path down your arm, causing shills down your spine. Turning to meet her, your throat seized.

Her black, flowing hair elegantly framed her face, and her mesmerizing eyes possessed a mystery. She was magnificent. Her skin glowed brilliantly and was perfect, porcelain-like. Her body was elegantly emphasized by the gorgeous kimono she wore, whose vivid colors made a strong contrast against her fair complexion.

Her hands softly resting on your chest, she turned her focus forward with elegance. Anticipating her voice said, "I have been waiting for this moment." Her eyes stayed set on yours as she gently knotted the knot of her kimono's obi, the fabric softly slinking off her shoulders to accentuate the lovely curve of her neck and the soft contour of her chest.

Your fingers shook just so slightly as you reached out and softly stroked her to feel the delicacy of her skin under your touch. She leaned in close, her lashes fluttering shut for a second before she grabbed your hand and walked you to the futon on the floor.

The lanterns gave the space a sensuous glow that created whimsical shadows dancing over the walls. She removed the kimono to expose her body as you knelt before her, totally open to your view. She was a magnificent vision of beauty; her body exuded both grace and force.

Your lips met in a passionate kiss, you embraced her fervuously. Her hands quickly removed your clothes, leaving both of you totally nude and allowing her to feel every inch of your body. Her flesh against yours was rather amazing; every soft stroke set a strong fire deep inside you ablaze.

Her breath caressed your neck as her body crushed against yours and she guided you down onto the futon. Her quick pulse mirrored your own as you ran your hands over every inch of her, carving her into your mind.

Your fingers followed a trail to find the warmth curled between her legs. Her breath stopped as you stroked her and she softly gasped. Her personal space beneath your touch became rather sensual, like a priceless pearl, delicate and beautiful. Her voice full of need, her body reacted to your touch. You lightly pushed her.

Her graceful and flowing motions flowed with a sensuous appeal that left you breathless. Her hands firmly on your chest, she positioned herself above you and moved deliberately and precisely to fan a fierce passion inside you.

Just the two of you totally engrossed in the delight of each other; all else vanished. Her every movement was deftly managed by your hands, as she screamed her delight with fervent sounds filling the room. Your own enthusiasm was driven by a mesmerizing symphony of want.

You could feel your own passion rising as the suspense developed. Her head arched back in ecstasy as she yelled your name, the sound driving you toward the brink. Her nails pierced your shoulders.

You found a strong link, a tsunami of pleasure that left you shaking and short of breath. Her hug encompassed you as her body achieved relief and fulfillment. She stumbled into you.

Then you laid down and the lamps softly and gently lit your entwined figures. She fixed a contented look up at you. She grinned, a sensual glance suggesting secret wishes and hushed pledges.

You understood, held close, as you went off to sleep, that this moment, this closeness, was special and beautiful—a relationship that united souls in the most personal of ways, transcending the physical and more.