Dance Of Delight Between Sir&Muse

*This is an erotic story of sorts taken from a recent conversation between Sir Gray and his enchanting muse. May it thrill you and delight you...

*Muse: Sir Grey your muse summons You
You sing the song of my soul like a lark

*Sir Grey: My muse My muse you stir Me unlike any other
come here at once
linger beside Me

The memory of bidden words and unbidden desires comes to My mind now
I am reminded of contact on some soulish level between us
My dear one how I have missed you
Yes...

*Muse: Sir Grey it was within the moonlight last we met
and now within the twilight we are once again

*Sir Grey: Yes... I remember the splendor of you... I remember your
touch
I recall the taste of you upon My lips
it was a not so distant
blue throat morning when last we danced together My enchanting and
oh so tempting muse

My being tingles with the thoughts of your words
those conjured images of bliss seeking to be discovered by clever
minds delicate hands
your soft touch, throaty lust... whispers of something more soon to
be

My senses so alive
hearing sharpened.
You pull Me in and entice Me...

*Muse: I am your muse
You lead me to erotic thoughts....
I lead you to cascade within my realm
palm to palm
flesh to flesh
deep leading deeper onwards

You lead me to fill you and to grasp you... within and fully...
lips blemished with the blood of one hundred tortured crimson roses
press upon one another as eyes glitter with arousal

*Sir Grey: Yes... I am drawn yet held off....

*Muse: do not hold back from me

*Sir Grey: But I must
my eyes draw you in.. the fierce drink of all that is new to me
full of awe, wonder and questions
Yes... the fierceness of your mind pulls like to like
My passions are not able to be controlled...

*Muse: oh joy of the mourning twilight fading soon to become the
bright day
the consummation of minds, joined
I shall be your Cala lily open and inviting you inside my secret realm
I desire to provide you with a taste of my passion... a taste of me...

*Sir Grey:
All that arouses Me so...
your lily open invites Me...beckons me
My tongue ready to taste the nectar... the sweet dew of the lily of
you

*Muse: as it should
Do you feel aroused, as well as inspired?

*Sir Grey: yes I do indeed
But where will this inspiration and arousal end, My lily?

*Muse:: it shall not end my dear Sir! Please do not even think of an
end for this is only our beginning

*Sir Grey: Alas my heart is bold yet think as I may
I shall think of the end... of fingers burrowing... or sweetness
slick on fingertips...

*Muse: there is no end
only an end to the end of the end which is the beginning

*Sir Grey: Ah, A continuation
which is seamless
Seamless... a whole cloth...pure

*Muse: you make me smile

Sir Grey: as do you My charmed one
Yes, you make My eyes light up... warmed.
admist other feeling thoughts emotions

*Muse: I sit beside you.. you can smell my lotion and my sweet nectar
feel my fullness my energy

*sir Grey: Yes, it stirs My imagination... and rouses My emotions...
you are elagance wrapped in velvet
I am wood... living and warm... indurate, yet green

*Muse: be not green

*Sir Grey: I am green with youth and vigor.
A neck touchable... a chin to be cupped by soft hands...
and wanton lust
I am holding myself back from you... you are inviting and arousing
and captivating, My lily....

*Muse: Sir Grey You have sought me for so long now I shall stay and
linger beside You
You are all I need to inspire

*Sir Grey: Yes... I am... now here I am growing more and more...
I am your stranger... your mystery... your sweet forgetfulness

*Muse: as I am your lily you are Mine
yours as you so need me
yes my Sir I am also stirred by You and I yearn for bliss of passions
with you

*Sir Grey: How do you know, my lily?

*Muse: my senses tell me so

*Sir Grey: My dear one the only true way to know of needy arousal is
by Your own touch...
Have you touched yourself... you are breaking Me down

*Muse: Not yet My Sir.. please now tell me how and I shall for you
dear
for I lift you up not break you down

*Sir Grey: touch your mound as a lover would... a lover unknowing of
you... but desiring...
perhaps I steal your breath and cause your senses to heighten and you
feel tingles and warmth
you desire Me don't you, Muse?

*Muse: Yes, so very very much.
if you would have me now

*Sir Grey: I would....I will have you.. do as I command of you for
within the distance of you and I we can seek out
and claim intense passions for our very own
now part your thighs wide for Me as you sit back
then part your womanly lips...

*Muse: my fingers shall dance discovering for myself for You

*Sir Grey: take your... hands upon the inside of your parted
thighs... drawing upward...slowly, slowly my pet
searching for that sensitive delicate rosebud. find it. press your
finger tip onto it hard for Me
I know you are moist with desire
and I am also aroused... pulsing...

*Muse: oh My Sir such wicked splendid I touch and press aching for you

*Sir Grey: How do you feel? Desired fully?

*Muse: yes fully completely desired and wanted by you My Sir

*Sir Grey: Have you parted your lips, my sweet feeling the wetness of
your lily for Me ?

*Muse: I know I am so wanted by you
yes dear I have my thighs parted, and am open for You now
open for You and only You my wonderful Sir
and I am touching now as you are commanding me to do so for You

*Sir Grey: Taste your sweet honey nectar as I would taste, lick your
fingers...

*Muse: oh yes yes My Sir delicious

*Sir Grey: Tongue gliding across knuckles... suckling the dew....
drinking in each and every drop

*Muse: oh My Sir I graciously invite you to me

*Sir Grey: I so want to take you, experience you fully.

*Muse: my lily is open for you

*Sir Grey: Is there dew upon it?

*Muse: milky sweet honey nectar dew is coating it My Sir

*Sir Grey: My pet I know you are
ripe full fragrant open exposed moist for Me

*Muse: very very
My fingers plunge in deeply
my mind imagining lips
tongues devouring the fierce arousals of heated flesh
desires known

*Sir Grey: Yes... you are luring me...drawing me
pulling so near to that edge of ecstasy

*Muse: I know I know My Sir as you pull me I reach for and pull you
along with me
for I want you just as you want me

*Sir Grey: Yes, exactly as I want...

*Muse: take what you want most

*Sir Grey: hungry flesh...needy so needy
tightly held and embraced
I shall take you deep so deeply
Deep.... thrusting thrusting into the warmth of your inner core
spreading your petals thirsting
burrowing a tongue to taste your nectar

*Muse: oh yes My Sir yes Spread my lily petals, seeking my sweet
nectar
can you fill my empty core?

*Sir Grey: Ye we shall fill each other fully
touching... bringing pliant fingers to sweetness...

*Muse: it is there for you take it dear one

*Sir Grey: pressing tips to straining petals... sliding through,
guiding into your warm invitation...

*Muse: tell me you want me

*Sir Grey: I do so want you, dearest petal...
gliding filling me
fingers press home, slick... warm... tongue plays upon petals... dew
dripping into my open mouth...

*Muse: I need your sweet seeds to nourish me for if I am left empty
I shall starve and wither away

*Sir Grey: I come to plant my seed in you.... I grasp you, I thrust
deeply, and release my desires inside...
do you touch yourself now, at this moment My Muse? You should be

*Muse: as deep as deep is
yes yes and You My Sir? do you give your own flesh joyous thrilling
pleasures?

*Sir Grey: yes... my lily my hands roam and fingers seek and touch as
in my mind
Warm fingers plunder deeply within your openness.... bathe your
fingers in your juicy nectars

*Muse: ohb yesssssss I am beyond the edge My Sir oh such sweet release
a pludering soaring soul consuming climax...

*sir Grey: taste them... as I would taste them....
feel wanted and desired... and fully spread, My lily...I am cascading
over the edge with you now
alas sweet sweet release indeed