Saturday, June 30, 2012

see love clearly.... - "IN SOPHIA'S EYES" BY A.H. SCOTT


Running the water and giving a few squirts of lemon dish liquid all over the plates and utensils, Sophia felt Dale’s chin against her soft neck, “Dale, you know that tickles”.

Dale laughed, “I know. That’s why you enjoy it so much, Sophia”.

Playfully, she used her shoulder to push Dale away and continue washing those dishes. Backing away from her, Dale just rested against the kitchen counter, folded arms and watched this lovely vision with Pink Rose perfume on silky skin.

Sophia and Dale bantered back and forth, as the final plate positioned in a dryer on top of the kitchen counter. She smiled, “All done. Now, I’m all yours”.

They kissed tenderly.

Sophia rubbed Dale’s back and gently made a request, “Darling, you go into the bedroom, while I turn off the lights out here and get ready for you in my own special way”.

Without a second beat, Dale was off into their bedroom.

Lights in the living room and kitchen were turned off and Sophia made her way towards the bedroom.

Standing in the doorway, she smiled at the sight of Dale relaxing on the turned down bed, waiting for her entrance.

“Dale?” She walked towards her lover with a seductive smirk on that lovely face, as Sophia made sure Dale’s attention was hers alone.

Dale sat up on the bed and motioned prone body towards the edge of that structure.

Being much taller than her, Dale’s feet didn’t dangle over the bed’s edge. They were planted firmly on the blue carpeted floor.

Sophia’s body was cherished by Dale. Large, rough hands could have been an irritation to such soft skin. Yet, Sophia enjoyed Dale’s firm touch.

Dale sat in black pants, as legs parted for Sophia to stand between. “Damn, baby. You make it all worth it, Sophia”.

Sophia’s breasts rested inside of a cupped portion of teddy, as she pulled the small satin ribbon to free them for Dale’s titillation, “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, Dale”.

Placing hands on Sophia’s belly, each skillful finger worked upward to her breasts and parted the lace garment. Dale’s thumb and index fingers squeezed each nipple, as a smile came to a beaming face, “You are special, Sophia. No one knows me like you do”.

“I know” Sophia’s hands softly ran against either cheek, “Like this”, Strawberry scented lips motioned downward to left cheek with a pair of kisses, “And, it’s only beginning” Right cheek wasn’t kissed, but tongue tip tapped against it lightly, “Make love to me, Dale”.

Dale was respectful of her and always longed for those four words from Sophia’s lips.

Making love to her would make the outside world wash away until the next workday for Dale. Sophia was an antidote for chaos in Dale’s mind. Soft and sweet smelling, there was a hint of happiness in every smile and swerve of Sophia’s being.

A request to take the journey into ecstasy’s pond, turned to be what touched Dale’s heart most when being with Sophia. She was the only woman that cracked the armor of this wounded soul.

Holding Sophia’s left hand, Dale kissed it like a royal romantic and stood up. Looking down at this woman who was so inviting of joy and pleasure, Dale whispered, “Without haste, my love”.

Sophia draped perfumed arms around Dale’s neck, as those hands ran up and down her back.

Dale hummed their song once more and Sophia rested her head against firm chest. As she felt Dale’s heart beating with fire, Sophia ran her hands against the belt buckle and crotch area on those black pants.

She could tell how aroused Dale was at that moment. That simple twitch of tight fabric was the sign Sophia treasured in being Dale’s lady..........


In Sophia’s eyes, Dale was the love of her life. Sophia always had a penchant for bad boys. And, Dale fit that mold of the rebel to it’s fullest. Motorcycle, leather jacket and muscles were Dale’s calling card of seducing sexy Sophia.

Sophia was bubbly and bright. Dale was a bit darker in character. Many saw them as two opposite to be attracted to one another. Yet, as they say – opposites attract.

A.H. Scott shows you love “In Sophia’s Eyes”.

Those who are not able to see the heart will be blind to the soul. ….


..........see love.................

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