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The Maple Wood Floor. (Mildly Erotic)
He stepped out of his black-colored Sedan and walked directly towards the stairs of her home. He was wearing a wine-colored shirt tucked into the blue colored trousers and Shiny black shoes with untied laces. He was dressed up like a person who wanted to run out naked but feared that everyone in the street will take out the camera and start filming him, naked.
He looked around and went straight into the house. The door made a cracking sound upon opening. He stepped inside, his oxfords making the crunchy sound on the maple wood floor. The air smelled of lavender, but the smell from the kitchen, of freshly cooked food and burnt spices, dominated the atmosphere. He looked around and saw no one. The room was poorly lit. apart from the table lamp in the corner of the drawing room, a few neon lights were glowing on the ceiling. He walked a few steps and saw her standing near the stairs. She was dressed in a velvet bathrobe and her hair was undone, maybe still wet from the shower. They looked at each other for a brief moment and then she smiled and lifted her arm and curled her fingers back in slow motion. He stood like a statue at a distance, as if his legs were cemented to the floor. He wanted to run towards her and hug her and kiss her but his legs disobeyed. They wanted him to appreciate the loveliness of her body before touching her. He moved a few steps toward her and she untied the robe, her neck, cleavage, belly button, and her maroon color undies were now clearly visible. He moved further and pushed her robe which was on edge of her shoulders, down. Now the aroma of lavender perfume dominated the atmosphere. Without speaking a word they were communicating in their unique manner. In situations like this where your heartbeats, your eyes, and even the scent of your body communicate, words are sterile.
He held her near, near enough that they felt each other's heartbeats, their hearts were beating in sync, and for a moment it appeared as if a single heart was beating in their chests. Then he kissed her neck and she let out a delicate moan. Her heartbeat raced and she clutched him digging her fingernails into his back. He then pushed her against the wall and pressed his body against her. She pushed him back and unbuttoned his shirt and He worked on her lips while she was yet undoing the lower buttons of his shirt. He unbuckled the belt and allowed his trousers to slip. Then they slid down on the floor and curled into a tight embrace unifying their souls. Their souls were dancing to the music of her moans. At every touch, she moaned as if He was touching the chords of some musical instrument. Every chord moaned differently and more intensely. They felt like they were floating up into space and there was no gravity. And then with a loud moan, they felt that they were in free fall, like a weightless feather floating in the air. And after the emotional pilgrimage, they landed back, delicately on the floor, as if some Angel was carrying them on its wings.
When they regained their senses, they were both drenched in sweat. The Maple wood floor beneath them was a witness to the intensity of Love they had for each other.
© Shafat_Ibne_Ali
He looked around and went straight into the house. The door made a cracking sound upon opening. He stepped inside, his oxfords making the crunchy sound on the maple wood floor. The air smelled of lavender, but the smell from the kitchen, of freshly cooked food and burnt spices, dominated the atmosphere. He looked around and saw no one. The room was poorly lit. apart from the table lamp in the corner of the drawing room, a few neon lights were glowing on the ceiling. He walked a few steps and saw her standing near the stairs. She was dressed in a velvet bathrobe and her hair was undone, maybe still wet from the shower. They looked at each other for a brief moment and then she smiled and lifted her arm and curled her fingers back in slow motion. He stood like a statue at a distance, as if his legs were cemented to the floor. He wanted to run towards her and hug her and kiss her but his legs disobeyed. They wanted him to appreciate the loveliness of her body before touching her. He moved a few steps toward her and she untied the robe, her neck, cleavage, belly button, and her maroon color undies were now clearly visible. He moved further and pushed her robe which was on edge of her shoulders, down. Now the aroma of lavender perfume dominated the atmosphere. Without speaking a word they were communicating in their unique manner. In situations like this where your heartbeats, your eyes, and even the scent of your body communicate, words are sterile.
He held her near, near enough that they felt each other's heartbeats, their hearts were beating in sync, and for a moment it appeared as if a single heart was beating in their chests. Then he kissed her neck and she let out a delicate moan. Her heartbeat raced and she clutched him digging her fingernails into his back. He then pushed her against the wall and pressed his body against her. She pushed him back and unbuttoned his shirt and He worked on her lips while she was yet undoing the lower buttons of his shirt. He unbuckled the belt and allowed his trousers to slip. Then they slid down on the floor and curled into a tight embrace unifying their souls. Their souls were dancing to the music of her moans. At every touch, she moaned as if He was touching the chords of some musical instrument. Every chord moaned differently and more intensely. They felt like they were floating up into space and there was no gravity. And then with a loud moan, they felt that they were in free fall, like a weightless feather floating in the air. And after the emotional pilgrimage, they landed back, delicately on the floor, as if some Angel was carrying them on its wings.
When they regained their senses, they were both drenched in sweat. The Maple wood floor beneath them was a witness to the intensity of Love they had for each other.
© Shafat_Ibne_Ali
