What does it mean to be described as “smouldering”?Best Answer - Chosen by Voters at Yahoo UK/Ireland:
“There is something hot simmering deep under the surface, ready to explode at any moment.”Seems like a good description of what I see in
Yin’s eyes. She has a desire that’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. Hot. Burning. Deep.You see, when I’m sitting with her while we’re out, I want to put my hands all over her. I want to strip her down and have my way with her. I know that would be too quick though and that I like to enjoy being with her.Instead, I look at her like a softly glowing bundle of embers that I’ve come upon while out on a
path- miles from the
trailhead -in the middle of the dark, tall, dense timber of an upper mountain range. Cold is settling in as the sun finishes its trek across the daylight sky and the moon positions itself for its nightly stroll. My good fortune to find her there, smouldering. Simply waiting to be fed fresh wood. It’s the perfect spot. Pines and their scent surrounding her and I, a bed of pine needles to lay on, a bubbling creek nearby with fresh water.
I know better than to go too fast. That never brings flame. And flame is what I’m after. So, instead, I start small. Little sticks of tinder and fuel. I start at her feet, concentrating on each toe, moving to her soles and ankles. Slow, soft, circular touches. When the embers have had time to take in the thin branches I’ve fed them so far, I move to slightly larger things. Her calves and upper thighs. I stoke her, prime her, build her up. I touch her everywhere on her legs that cause her embers to glow brighter and hotter. I can feel the heat now. Even from a slight distance. She is beginning to radiate.Next comes the real stuff. I happen to have a little in my pack. It’s oil. And, it works best if you put it in just the right spots. You don’t want to use too much. It’s just for teasing the flame out of the embers so they are ready for the wood. I oil my hands and circle her nipples, I spread it around on her breasts, I move my hands down to her abdomen and navel. I want the embers to twitch and squirm, to be glowing red hot when I feed them the wood.I take some of the oil and rub it on the wood. My hands are warm from their work and they warm the oil and the wood as well. As I put wood into the embers flames are almost instant. It’s all I can do to keep the wood from exploding and I want the fire to last all night. So, I feed the wood slowly. A little at a time. Sometimes in, sometimes out even. You have to understand. There’s nothing to do but sit here on the side of the mountain in the timbers. I might as well entertain myself with the fire. Besides, I know by morning both the fire and I will be well fed, well rested and thoroughly sated. I know the embers will still be there too, albeit slightly less
twitchy.
