Pash and Ivan - A Vignette

Feb 14, 2006

Warning!

This ia a REALLY HOT vignette. (Sexually Explicit) 

What if . . .

Pash and Ivan from my book Passion had to be separated for a bit. If they needed each other while apart, what would they do?

Remember telephone sex, the precursor to cyber sex? I expect they would enjoy a fling on the phone. Let’s listen in on . . .

Pash and Ivan – Over The Wire

"Ivan, I want so much to be with you tonight."

"As I do you, Pash. But I won’t be home for another week."

"Remember that game you invented to cheer me up when I had the flu? You called it "How Does That Feel?" You told me what you wanted to do to me and I told you how I thought it would feel. Then I did the same for you."

"Of course I remember. As I recall, it did help you to forget your sour stomach for a bit."

"Could we play a round of it now, over the phone? It would help me get to sleep tonight without you."

"That is an inspired idea. It would also help me to sleep. Why don’t you start?"

"We are in our living room. Our neighbor David stops by to borrow some books. I am sitting off by myself, in my favorite overstuffed chair. You become involved in an animated conversation with him. I’m watching you. You have on a turtleneck and your houndstooth check jacket with the leather patches on the elbows. I am enjoying how you move inside those clothes, how the jacket hugs your shoulders, how your hair looks pulled back in a ponytail. Your thighs are outlined by the brown corduroys you’re wearing. You gesture with your arms and the jacket lifts just enough for me to catch a glimpse of your crotch. I’m quite appreciative of what I see. How does that make you feel?"

"That makes me feel like I want to strut my stuff a bit for you. I am aware that you are watching me as I talk to David. The conversation has my attention, but I am feeling the need to get my pipe, which I left on the table beside the chair you are sitting in. I walk over to where you are sitting. I look directly at you, and you smile. David is talking now, so I stand facing you and light my pipe. I see your eyes move down my body and stop just below my waist. Now I have to smile, because I am aware of what you are thinking. Your gaze slowly moves back to my face and I wink at you. How does that make you feel?"

"That makes me feel very connected to you. In those few seconds, I drank you in and you did not mind in the least. You just stood there and let me look. Your total lack of self consciousness makes me want to ogle you more, but before I can, you return to David. I get up, come over to you and tell you I’m going upstairs. I’m feeling sexy, and blatantly flirt with you. I tell you I’m going to take a bubble bath if you need me for anything. How does that make you feel?"

"That makes me feel like you’re teasing me. It is obvious what you mean by ‘anything’. I am in no hurry to follow you. I figure I will give you a bit of time to simmer before I join you in our bedroom. I simply say I’ll be up shortly. How does that make you feel?"

"That makes me feel like I will be ready for you when you come upstairs. I do take a bubble bath, listening for you to come to bed. You don’t. I get out of the tub, dry off, and put on your favorite negligee. You still don’t come upstairs. I lay down on the bed, and fall asleep. How does that make you feel?"

"That makes me feel like I waited too damn long to come to bed! David and I had a discussion that took longer than I expected. When I come into the room, there you are, out like a light. I notice what you are wearing and know you put it on to please me. I just stand there, looking at you in that very feminine gown and I know I want to touch you. I sit on the edge of the bed, being careful not to wake you. I slide my hand underneath the gown and smile as I feel there is nothing underneath. My finger slips into the crevice between your legs. You are already moist and I suspect you fell asleep preparing yourself for me. You still do not wake. I very lightly stroke the damp hair and you moan, turning slightly so you are more open to me. I become aware of the straining in my pants and know I want my woman. How does that make you feel?"

"That makes me feel like I am dreaming, a wonderful erotic dream. You stand up from the bed and start to undress. I wake up enough to know you are there and in a dreamy, half asleep place, watch you undress. I see the state you are in and decide to see what you will do. As you take off your underwear, I close my eyes again and hope you think I am still asleep. How does that make you feel?"

"That makes me feel like I want you to wake up fully and make love with me. As I come back to the bed, I look to see if you are awake. I figure you have to wake up sometime, so I raise the hem of your gown and begin to rub you. You are noticeably wetter. My organ is throbbing and I debate whether I should take you just as you are. Since I am not sure if you are faking, I decide to put you to the test. I bend down and rub my whiskers against your inner thighs. You spread your legs wider. Now I know you are awake. How does that make you feel?"

"That makes me feel like I want you on top of me. I reach down and touch your hair. You raise your head and smile at me. I look at you and say, ‘I want you’. How does that make you feel?"

"That makes me feel like we are about to make love, openly, passionately and completely. I say to you, come my love, it is time to service me. How does that make you feel?"

"That makes me feel like I want to open myself to you completely. I want to feel the weight of your body on top of me. I want to feel you take your pleasure from me, to satisfy yourself inside of me. I want to watch you surrender yourself to me as I am about to surrender myself to you. How does that make you feel?"

"That makes me feel merged with my woman. As my organ slides inside of your body, so does my heart beat as one with yours. My beautiful Passion, not only do I take my physical pleasure from you, I take my wholeness as well. As we join physically, so do we join in spirit. Our orgasm is a dance of light, a jubilant cry in the night. My Passion. I am yours, in love, forever. How does that make you feel?"

"That makes me feel quiet and blessed. I am trembling as I experience you and know that what you say is true. Vanya – I am also yours, in love, forever. How does that make you feel?"

"That makes me feel happy and satisfied. And yourself?"

"I feel like I can sleep now, wrapped in your arms."

"We will speak again tomorrow night, Pash. Until then, my love, sweet dreams."


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