Victorian Erotica, written per era...

As I walk along the garden path, a chill caresses me, and I pull my wrap more tightly around me. It is midnight on an early September evening, still muggy, even at night, so the chill was quite unexpected.

The smell of roses and hyacinths fill the air along with the pungent odor of freshly cut grass. Suddenly, I hear footsteps behind me on the stone garden path and I realize I am not alone. The knowledge causes me to quiver...

not with fear, but anticipation. Excitement runs through me just as did the earlier chill. I stop and stand very still, eyes closed, not knowing how close he is to reaching me. The heat of his fingertips sear my flesh and I gasp as he lightly touches my shoulders, from which my wrap has slipped. I know his touch, as if he has touched me a thousand times before and his voice, as he whispers in my ear, is a voice that had many times before made me tremble with desire, simply from the desire that I heard in it.

The words he speaks are beautiful and the name he uses for me brings a smile to my lips. My nipples harden as I feel his hot, moist breath on my ear. Slowly he begins to kiss my neck, tracing his lips along the curve of it, blowing lightly across the wetness.

I shiver with desire, knowing that this desire is miniscule compared to what lies ahead. How I long to see his face, but I know it is not to be. Not yet. For it is his way to walk amongst the shadows, ever present, yet not quite seen. At times I think him to be a ghost, a warrior mortally wounded in some long ago battle. But no, his touch is all too real. He is merely a man cloaked in darkness, in mystery. But his desire for me is no mystery, as he presses his groin and his throbbing manhood against my buttocks.

He moans deeply as his shaft grows even more hard. He turns me to face him and he kisses me deeply, his tongue seeking mine.

He takes my hand and leads me to a grassy place near the path.

He lays me down in the soft, cool grass by the side of a rippling stream. I close my eyes as he raises my skirt and a slight smile crosses my lips as he gives a small moan as he discovers that I wear nothing underneath. Gentle hands begin to undress me, unbuttoning my dress, untying my corset. As I lay naked before him, he begins kissing his way down my body, my breasts, my belly, pausing to flick his tongue into my navel, causing me to shudder. Down and down he goes, until he comes to my inner thighs, softly planting hot, moist kisses on the sensitive area. As he travels from one thigh to the other, he lightly grazes his lips across my mound, causing my body to jerk. Excitement leaps through me and I wait in hot anticipation as he lingers over my other thigh. Then comes the moment I yearn for. He kisses the lips of my mound before delving his tongue in between them. I moan with passion. My honey flows onto his tongue and he drinks of it's sweetness. He quickly finds my bud and works on it with his hot, wet tongue, until I am squirming with unbridled desire. The explosion of my orgasm comes hard and fast and I buck my hips forward in ecstasy. As I lay there, breathless, in the delicious afterglow, he brings his face to mine.

It is still concealed by shadows, but no matter. He is beautiful in my eyes.

He kisses me deeply, and I taste my sweet honey on his lips. As we kiss, I could feel his hard shaft, which he had earlier released from his trousers, throbbing against my thigh. I feel the wetness of his precum, and know that he is excited by the act of pleasuring me. Still kissing me, he eases his body down upon mine and places his rod between my thighs. The wetness from my orgasm allows it to slide in easily. My muscle, still spasming, grasps him tightly, and he groans with pleasure. Taking long, deep strokes, he begins to make love to me. Raising my hips slightly, I match him stroke for stroke and thus intensifying the sensations.

We kiss and suck each other's tongues, completely lost in one another. Our passion is building and I can feel an orgasm coming on. I work my hips faster against him, his shaft is to the hilt, and I can grind my bud, which is deliciously sensitive, against his pubic hair.

Closer and closer I come to orgasm, and from his rapid breathing, I know my lover is close also. He bends down and begins to suck one of my nipples, bringing a moan from deep within me.

Hearing my pleasure, he begins pounding me harder.

Slamming into me, he is bringing me closer to the edge.

Suddenly he groans and I feel the torrent of hot juices fill me. I can hold back no longer and begin hunching madly against him, my sweet honey flowing down his shaft and onto his sac. I scream out in pure ecstasy, as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

We lay there clinging to each other, as our orgasms slowly subside, both of us breathless. As he holds me, he tenderly kisses my lips. His strong hand lightly brushes against my cheek he gazes into my eyes. I at long last catch a glimpse of his face, of his beautiful eyes. The look I see in them is a mixture of love, gratification and sadness. The same sadness that fills my heart as he gathers himself together, preparing to go. Standing, I get dressed and prepare to depart for home. He holds my face in his hands and kisses me once more, then turns to go. I watch him walk away, knowing that someday soon, my lover would return to me. The sun comes streaming through the window as I open my eyes and find myself once again in my room, and I begin to get dressed and start the day.

As I dress, I smile wistfully, remembering the man who walks in the shadows...

and through my dreams. CONFIDENCEis what makes a girlSEXY