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Saturday morning dawned hot, hazy, and humid. The gurgle of the coffee machine, the hum of the air conditioning, the chirping of birds in the trees, the soft glow of dawn’s first light all sparked his senses awake as he stared blankly at the dark liquid slowly streaming into his cup. The remnants of happy hour laughter pounded slightly in his head as his mug slowly filled. He smirked instinctively as his mind replayed the dreams which had just recently filled his sleep. Hmm, he groaned, closing his eyes to try to capture the images from his sleep. The sparkle of her eyes, the sweet melodies of her laughter, the delicious curves of her body, colorful toes splashing through the crystal blue waters as they lapped upon bright white sands made his fingers twitch. They longed to bring her lovely figure to life on his screen, to capture the magic of her presence, to transform her beauty into art.

 

With a shuffling gait he made his way to his comfortable lounger, careful not to spill this morning’s libation. His mind spun to find the perfect image for today’s sketch. As he wriggled into the leather, he flipped open his tablet, slurped in a mouthful of morning magic, his digital pencil tapped the screen as he searched for the perfect image to transform from crisp digital photography into an alluring image with erotic flair. Outside the sprinkler sprung to life with the pitter patter of artificial rain against the window screens, a gentle reminder of his gardening chores which lie ahead. His mind drifted off temporarily as he imagined his hands peeling back the leaves in search of the fruits, fingertips exploring for the perfect ripeness, pressuring softly to find just the right moment to harvest – to find the delight to his senses - the moment when the perfectly seasoned fruit would burst forth into his mouth, drowning his tongue with delicious flavor.

 

Scrolling through image after image, each one holding a special memory, back and forth, zooming in and out, checking the light, the shadows, the colors, the curves, which one is the perfect mix, the fine line between simple nudity and seductive eroticism? The perfect glimpse of womanly treasures, the allure of sweeping subtle curves, the contrast of light and shadow, the pinkish accents of the flesh, the textures of arousal blended with perfect balance – the recipe for eroticism, the tantalizing tease, the spark to make his flesh burn with desire.

 

Finally settling on today’s perfect picture, he deftly stroked his pencil across his screen. As her image appeared before him, his body twitched, his heartbeat accelerated with the first signs of arousal. His mind spun with fantasy as his brushstrokes brought her image to life. Drifting off, he became intoxicated with the desire to stroke her flesh, to caress her curves, to taste her succulent fruits.

 

He stood over her naked, outstretched body, his fingers trembled, his heartbeat pounded in his ears as his eyes traced over her toes, up her thighs, searching for a glimpse of her treasure, slowly up her spine, pausing at the swell of her chest peeking out beneath her. She moaned as the warmth of his hands compressed onto the soles of her feet. Slowly, his digits meandered upward, stroking and squeezing the subtle softness of her silky smooth thighs. She squirmed beneath him as the heat of his body smothered over her.

 

His body surged, he swelled with want, with passion, with desire. His fingertips swirled over the swell of her bottom, up her spine, to her shoulders. She could feel the throb of his heat between her buttocks as it lightly grazed over the fuzzy peach peeking out between her thighs. His breath nuzzled against the nape of her neck the instant his lips sparked from her cheek to her shoulders.

 

His digits deftly wandered beneath her, she arched her back just enough for his twitching fingertips to tease the stiffened pink peaks of her breasts. She squirmed, letting out a soft moan as the first spark of desire ignited her fire. His stiffened shaft slid up and through the divide of her backside slipping and slithering among the petals of her flower. His body slipped effortlessly down her back, his hands compressed and squeezed over the mounds of her chest.

 

Shudders of delight made her body tremble as the warm wetness of his tongue lightly lapped at the sweet nectar drizzling out from the depths of her moistened flower. Flickering, probing, fluttering - his tongue, his lips, the suction of his mouth teased and tasted. Pressuring fingertips twisted onto her nipples, her body shuddered, relentless he licked and suckled in perfect rhythm to her pulsing pleasure. The tremors quickened, her body convulsed, her eyelids fluttered - her flesh boiled. Her fruits melted as he gently lapped at the sweet juices of her delight.

 

Startled by the chime of his phone, he snapped out of his fantasy. He could only smile as her sparkling eyes and playful smile filled his screen. He shuddered as he read her message…. Happy Saturday, enjoy your day…

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