Fluids

 mf


The flickering light of candles, the rich glow of coals. We lay together in
the sauna, basking in the heat. Sweat beaded and trickled over smooth skin.

"Would you like a massage?" I asked thickly, drugged by the heat. You nodded
slowly.

The heady aroma of ylang-ylang filled the air as I smoothed scented oil over
your body with liquid gestures. I pressed in and released the knots with
subtle movements. And as I dragged my fingers across your skin, it grew
charged and sensitive. You moaned when I reached your secret places.

You pulled me towards you. Our lips touched, and you eased your legs apart
invitingly. And then there it was, deep within you, filling your wetness. We
moved languidly, like waves upon a sea of honey, and with each wave another
layer of sensation was laid down. Until at last the storm overwhelmed us,
shaking us violently while it lasted, before leaving us washed up somewhere
tranquil and remote.

You smiled wickedly and whispered in my ear. A dare. And I dared you back. A
moment later we were splashing in the lake, laughing like maniacs. The water
glittered like diamonds in the moonlight, and snow fell gently around. For a
moment we were children again.