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In Hand

12 Aug

 

The_Blue_Man_by_brandinisays

Rain has just started to fall

It is a hot, close, velvet summer’s night at the end of a sweltering, oppressive August day. Three hours ago the sun sank overripe behind the suffering trees. Midnight arrived steamily, with thunder rumbling like rumour in its wake. The stars are invisible behind a thick blanket of inky cloud. There is no moon. The air is heavy with the fragrance of honeysuckle and roses, and alive with the coming storm.

I stand alone on the terrace in the dark garden letting the new, warm breeze ruffle my hair and tug at my thin shirt. I have been unable to escape the heat all day. I can smell the coming deluge. I feel the electricity. It raises the hairs on the back of my neck.

Suddenly the black night is illuminated as if by a photo flash. A beat of a strobe light. For an instant the world is stark black and white. A brief, shocked silence and then the crack of thunder. Loud. Primal. A battlefield in the heavens.

Rain.

A monsoon. A deluge. A flood. Hissing, sizzling, pissing, lashing down.

It is like being in an almost cold shower fully clothed. I stand my ground and am soaked within a minute. And yet despite the falling temperature I am still burning like a furnace inside.

I walk out barefoot onto the middle of the lawn. Past the sleeping sundial and the overflowing bird bath. Finding my way through familiarity and the brief, ghostly-white illuminations

I undo the buttons of my sodden shirt and strip it from my shoulders, dropping it to the grass. I tug at the buckle of my brown leather belt and slide down the zip of my blue jeans, black with moisture. I have to peel them off me, the material clinging to my thighs. I slip down my stretchy black boxers. They lie at my feet like a dead bird.

As if delighted by my nakedness the intensity of the rain increases. It wants to punish me. It falls so heavily that it stings me. My skin tingles and the water runs down my body in cool rivers. Over my shoulders, chest and back. Over my belly. Into my dark curls. Down my slender, muscular thighs.

I close my eyes as the lightning splits the night. Thunder booms and crashes overhead. My pulse has quickened, my mouth is dry. There is a growing ache within me.

I stretch my arms upwards. Drawing the tempest to me.

I realise that I am hard. Swollen. Proud. Erect.

And as the storm breaks around me in fury I give myself up to its elemental power.

I take myself purposefully in hand.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo stolen from brandinisays

I wrote this a year ago. A hot August day like today. I remember it well, I hope the reader can forgive the indulgence of repetition.

 
27 Comments

Posted by on August 12, 2015 in Erotica

 

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27 responses to “In Hand

  1. georgeforfun Life's too short to be miserable or serious anymore!

    August 12, 2015 at 9:19 pm

    Reblogged this on georgeforfun.

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  2. tieme8

    August 12, 2015 at 9:21 pm

    wow, such imagery

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  3. Just_Libby

    August 12, 2015 at 9:21 pm

    *smiles*…. Sounds like my kind of night…

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  4. Karin

    August 12, 2015 at 9:22 pm

    I think the words and the mood they evoke, more than redeem the repetition. I like this slightly different style in your work.

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  5. Leslie Meeks

    August 12, 2015 at 9:24 pm

    I forgive you. Repetition from you is always a welcome.

    I have read nearly everyhing on your blog, this is one of my favorites D.

    An arousing read. Smiles

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  6. thespiritkeepers

    August 12, 2015 at 9:36 pm

    Nicely done.

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  7. Joy

    August 12, 2015 at 9:46 pm

    I love this! Something I always wanted to do but never have. After reading this I may have to give it a try! 😊

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  8. missameliaandsir

    August 13, 2015 at 12:30 am

    Forgive your indulgence? Sir, you should post this amazingly vivid and erotic piece EVERY DAMN DAY. Now all I need is a really good rain. STUNNING! 💋

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  9. literally

    August 13, 2015 at 3:00 am

    Primal and potent

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  10. Heartafire

    August 13, 2015 at 4:26 pm

    There is a primal energy in this stunning erotica that is spellbinding, well done Mr. D.

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  11. Noirfifre

    August 15, 2015 at 12:19 pm

    A welcome repetition, whilst reading I kept thinking I remember those words from before. It stands out of your many descriptive works. I must be honest and add that I have read it a few times before and it still has the same effect ;).

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