Clothed in only the moonlight streaming through her window, Shelli drowsily rolls over onto her belly, nestling pillows beneath her. The breeze that caresses her flutters through the curtains above the bed like a lover's whisper and carries faintly a hint of the fragrances from the flowers in full bloom, the rose garden that is her pride and joy, even a monument to a joy once shared.
There is a pleasant ache that suffuses her body. She had begun at dawn and worked until evening glimmered along the horizon in her rose garden. It is in many ways a delicious sensation of muscles stretched and used after too long a time of indifference. Indeed, if but for a moment, this pleasing pain distracts her from the deeper ache in her heart, the echo of emptiness left by the recent death of her husband.
In the hinterland of consciousness, gliding between reality and dreams, Shelli wonders why the fragrance of the roses is suddenly stronger. A faint, preternatural stirring of the baby fine hairs at the back of her neck causes Shelli to stretch, though languidly, the muscles of her back and legs a slow ripple.
She senses...what? It is as if someone is in the room with her, and yet, there is no fear, even at the soft stirring of her hair being brushed aside.
~I'm~ dreaming, she tells herself as the scent of rose grows stronger, and a gentle touch too smooth for human finger, softly grazes the back of her neck. It is cool, silken moving unhurriedly along her shoulders.
'...dreaming...,' she sighs, as a long, slow glide along her spine strokes, seems to stoke embers within her.
Dreaming or not, Shelli finds herself reluctant to move, to disturb this flowing caress that touches her without ceasing. So light it is, she wonders why it does not tickle, rather it leaves faint trails along her body as if of meteors, bright and warm, as it journeys along her sides and over her buttocks, down her legs and back again, faintly brushing between her thighs.
Shelli sighs, and rolls over. Suddenly, the sense of another presence in the room is far more palpable. Yet, her eyelids are so heavy, it is all she can do to barely open them...watch a shadow within shadows hovering above her. Alarms go off in her head, yet they are distant and fade quickly. It is far easier to believe she is dreaming, and perhaps she is, though the dream has a
sweet voice that whispers to her as she feels that maybe a butterfly has landed upon her cheek. It is a voice at once familiar and strange, one she tries to hear by straining to move deeper into sleep.
"As I upon my travels here passed this proud rose, it called to me," she hears. "Look, it said, look at me...nature's penultimate beauty. How can you resist my siren call? I but shook my head and smiled. Rose, I said to it, while you are quite lovely, there is one lovelier still who awaits me...and though in your company would I gladly spend time, yet must I be about my way to where she lays."
Shelli feels the rose, for now she knows what it is, kiss her throat and move slowly between her breasts, tenderly circling each one in a slow figure eight back and forth. Tension is now flowing into her, but such a sweet tightness she casts away thought for sensation and the words that whisper in the dark to her and her alone.
"Ha, the rose did say in scorn, how could anything of earth compare to ME? I smiled again and told the rose, perhaps it is an angel that I seek, or seeks me, for truly she is of such beauty as to seem ethereal.
"Show me this beauty, demanded the rose, for until I have met such, I shall not believe any may surpass my splendor."
The rose full kisses Shelli's nipples, and as eager buds they harden. The sweep of the velvety bloom along her body seems to draw the breath from her, and she finds herself breathing harder, faster, her heart beginning to pound as the flower, which has found itself down to worship her feet now ascends with agonizing slowness her slowly parting thighs.
She gasps, at the first touch of the rose upon her own passion's flower, already dewy with desire. The tender touch is almost too much to bear as her own petals swell, blossom...and the bud within eagerly rises up for the caress.
The rose then is gone...and Shelli sighs in frustration, wanting once again to feel, if even for a moment...she whispers, "...please..."
There is silence, a suspension of time that seems to draw on into eternity. Then comes the voice of shadow again, comforting in its familiarity, exciting in its strangeness.
"I fear this poor rose has now wilted in despair, having not only seen but tasted your sweetness. Thus, I offer in its place, my own kiss...knowing despair will wilt me not, rather will desire grow a stronger vine..."
Nearly as tender as the touch of the rose are the lips that first lightly brushes along Shelli's outer lips, yet far warmer than the now discarded flower. Tenderly do they caress, and with infinite care to explore does a tongue weave its way between and about her open bloom of desire. For the moment, she feels as if she is a flower, and above her hovers a hummingbird that comes, not to feast, but to savor with each languid lick, subtle suck. And the feel of those lips,
like the voice she does not know if she remembers or imagines.
A gasp escapes her as the tongue sinuously parts her, enters slowly, probing, tasting...she reaches down, the fire within her so hot she feels as if a sun grows in her womb...she reaches down and entangles her fingers in a thick growth, eagerly pulling, yearning to have this dream reach its culmination.
There is warmth just above her body, a heat that though barely touching upon hers, nonetheless seeps into her, fills her. She reaches down and there, yes, there, a strong, firm throbbing stalk moves into her palm. Shelli holds it there a moment, feeling the hardness within the silkiness of the tight stretched skin...and with infinite slowness, guides it to her own aching need.
She takes him in, slowly, feeling him fill her bit by bit until at last their bodies touch in soft, sweet collision. He is hard and long and she can feel him faintly pulsing within the close and narrow channel, the sensation of completeness...a feeling she thought she would never know again.
Tenderly, a kiss touches her cheek, her eyes, her lips. Now she can open her eyes, thinks she opens her eyes, perhaps only falling further and further into this dream for the face is vague and dark, yet there are eyes. Green eyes, alight with inner fire and gentle humor...eyes she feels she could get lost in, wander as if through a field of summer forever. Green eyes that seem to flow
from memory...
For the moment, together they join and do not move save for hands soft and warm caressing. His are firm upon her but gentle, hers tender yet eager...for what they feel is a long lean body of hard muscle and the scent of musky maleness more potent than a full garden of roses.
And she hears him say...
"What use an eager stem without a flower?
'Tis but a weed to be plucked, discarded
desolate and lonely, left to wither.
Ah, for such proud stalk this fate's too sordid.
And how may bud longing to blossom,
find reason to bloom detached from the vine
that carries sap for unfolding's ransom?
Full petals spread best when drunk on such wine.
Yet more is needed for stem and flower,
if sweeter, stronger, and finer to grow;
to weather storms and circumstances sere.
What ist? Ah, beloved, 'tis this we know.
Affection's warmth, tender showers of care;
what nurture's most desire, this love we share."
Then the time of words is done as slowly they begin to move together, rhythms ancient beyond memory, yet ever new and fresh. The poems now are written with lips and tongues and fingers and bodies writhing together gradually faster and faster, stronger. Synchronizing in motion, hearts beating as one, inexorably approaching the great divide from passion to satiation, across the abyss of climax, as if this phantom lover knew her as only one other man ever did.
Shelli feels as if she is a cauldron, and within her, this bar of white hot metal drawing ever close to the melting point. Her legs wrap around his waist and draw him closer to her as she feels the trembling of her body echoed by the deep throb of him within her. The sound of labored breathing is the wind running before the storm and when that storm breaks there is the thunder and lightning of senses reeling nigh into oblivion. Shelli cries out, hears her name called as if from a distance and all is lost in the swirl of sensation that blots out all of the rest of the universe.
Morning comes all too soon, it seems to Shelli, as she stretches upon the bed. Sunlight warms her, but not nearly as much as the warmth she felt through the night.
"Heck of a dream," she laughs and wonders at the faint tingling of her skin, the feeling of moist warmth lingering between her thighs.
She laughs at the thought that, during that most vivid vision, she might have helped it along with her own nimble fingers. And in the midst of that laughter, she realizes is the seed of possibility for a new life to begin even as she willever cherish the one she can only ever know in the treasury of her memories.
Shelli laughs again, joyously...until, upon rolling over onto her side, she sees the pillow beside her...
...and upon it, a rose.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
STORY: AN EVENING WELL SPENT WITH YOU...MY DEAR
The night is crisp and cold as we walk from the restaurant, a little place that we have found by accident with a great atmosphere. Romantic, but nothing too heavy. A coziness that lends to the feeling. You are wearing a dark red button-up blouse with a pair of blue jeans and low cut cowboy boots. The blouse is open to the second button, exposing just a little cleavage, only enough to get the imagination going. I am wearing a pair of blue jeans and a gray shirt that brings out the color of my eyes. And I have my cowboy boots on.
The dinner that we have shared was filled with laughter broken occasionally by smoldering stares that promised of things to come later. From time to time, our feet would find one another and dance beneath the table, provoking sly smiles as the waitress came over. She having no idea what our feet where doing. As she talked to us about our orders, your foot slipped up and slid along the inside of my thigh, making me stutter for a moment as I tried my best to reveal nothing. The seats we were in was a corner booth built for 2 people. As the evening progressed, we slowly slid closer to one another until we were sitting side by side. I get even when the waitress comes over and asks if we would like desert. As you politely decline, my hand, which until now has been sitting patiently on my thigh, moves over and strokes the inside of your leg up near the crease of your lap. You stutter only briefly, blushing just enough that I can see as I am looking for it.
As the waitress moves away, you turn and give me a look that says, "later, I'll get mine later." I almost have to laugh at this, but I stay quiet, grinning on the inside. You sense my quiet laughter and smile in return. Later, as we walk to the car, our arms slip around one another and I lean over to whisper in your ear, "I love you so very much." You smile and lean your head on my shoulder in answer, leaving the words unspoken but unmistakable none-the-less. The mere closeness of our bodies gives me more pleasure than words can express. We reach the car and climb inside.
We drive to the movie theater, discussing unimportant things to pass the ride away. Every once in a while, we fall silent and just enjoy the presence of each other, feeling comfortable enough that words aren't necessary. We pull into the parking lot and climb from the car, our hands linking together as we walk to the ticket booth. After a brief discussion, we decide on the movie that we want to see and buy our tickets. We go inside and after buying the necessary items (popcorn, sodas, and things like that) we go into the theater to find our seats. We sit toward the middle of the theater. The movie comes on and we start to watch it. After a while, your lean your head on my shoulder again and I turn my head to look at you. Your face is turned towards me and our eyes lock together.
My face comes over to meet yours in a tender kiss and we forget the movie as we make out like two hormone pumped teenagers. From time to time, we come up for air and catch a few scenes of the movie, but for the most part we ignore the movie in favor of each other. Finally the movie ends and the credits roll. We continue to kiss until the lights come up and give us the clue that it's time to leave. We reluctantly break up the fun and leave the theater, our arms wrapped around each other again. As we leave the theater, I turn to you and ask with a straight face, "do you even remember what the movie was about? Cause I sure don't." You break out in laughter and admit you honestly don't remember either. When we reach the car, I ask you if you want to go to the club or do something else. You think about it for a moment and decide that you want to go dancing for a while. We get into the car and head to the club.
At the club, we find our friends and get a couple of seats, draping our jackets over the backs to claim them (like it ever does any good). Just after we get our seats, a slow song comes on and I look at you and make a small motion with my head. You nod and we head to the dance floor, holding hands (you know very well words aren't necessary with us most times). Our arms go around each other and you lay your head on my shoulder as we sway gently to the music. The song playing is John Michael Montgomery's "I Can Love You Like That." You can hear my heart beating as I start to softly sing along with the song. One song ends and another begins, but we pay no attention. We continue to dance, feeling the heat from our bodies mingling and our hearts beating together in their rhythm.
The slow songs end and we go back to our seats. The next song is a Cha-Cha and someone comes up to you and asks if you would dance with him. You look over at me and give you the look that says, "if you want to, it's no problem with me." You go to the dance floor with him and enjoy yourself while I get us something to drink. As soon and the song ends, you come back over and sit next to me, taking a sip of your drink and leaning over to kiss me. I return the kiss with a fever that takes your breath away for a moment. As our lips break contact, you whisper just loud enough so that only I can hear, "god, that was incredible." I merely smile back at you. The evening passes quickly after that and before we realize, it's almost 2 in the morning. The DJ is beginning to shut the booth and is playing one last slow song before he finishes. After the song finishes, we come off the dance floor and grab our coats. Making our good-byes, we head for the door and the night that lies beyond. We reach the car and we need no discussion about what is going to happen next. I drive the car back to our place.
Once we get into the bedroom, we take off our coats and throw them in the closet. I kick my boots and socks off to make myself more comfortable. You smile at me and I take you in my arms, kissing you with a passion and heat that makes the sun look like a sparkler (good, ain't I? :)). We break the kiss and catch our breaths, gazing into each others eyes and feeling the emotions pass between us, words being completely unnecessary at this point. I lean down and kiss the base of your neck as my hands slide up and down your back, working lower and lower until they are resting upon your cheeks. Your hands are busy sliding up and my back and side as you let out a small moan of pleasure.
They come around to the front and unbutton my shirt, pulling from the waist of my jeans. You slide them up and down my chest and I work my lips up and your neck, planting kisses over all the skin my lips can reach. My hands slide up your sides until they are resting just below your breasts and that's where they stop at. You take one hand from my chest and, taking my hand, place it squarely on your breast. Being the sensitive, intelligent man that I am, I take the hint and begin massaging the flesh gently, making sure to keep away from the nipple (for now).
You lean your head forward, resting it on my shoulder and, nuzzling the shirt out of the way, start kissing and lightly biting the skin of my shoulder. Your hands slide around to my back under the shirt and begin softly stroking your nails down my back (you are one of the only people to ever realize exactly what that does to me). I shiver as you do this, chills running up and down my spine, and I enjoy every moment. I start kissing my way downward and unbutton the first button of your blouse using just my lips, teeth, and tongue (told you I was talented). From there I move onto to the second button. Moving the fabric out of the way, I start to kiss the tops of your breasts, just above the cups of your bra. You moan into my shoulder and reach down to feel along the inside of my thigh.
Sliding your hand up, you feel my erection growing along the inside of my pants. Now it's my turn to moan as you graze your fingernails along the outside of my jeans and down the length of my organ. I bend my knees slightly and work the third button of your blouse loose using only my mouth, then the fourth one. At this point, I've almost reached the top of your jeans. I take the fabric just above the jeans in my mouth and pull, your blouse sliding smoothly out of your pants, leaving you with just one button holding your shirt together in the front. In just a few seconds, that button is undone also and the blouse is just hanging on your shoulders. My hands slide up your side and brush the blouse from your shoulders, which falls to the ground where it lays unnoticed. Your hands return the favor and my shirt slides off to join yours on the floor.
The light falls softly on your shoulders and the tops of your breasts as I return to kissing your shoulders and neck, my arms encircling you pulling you close to me. You brush your hand across my chest and down my stomach, pulling teasingly at the few hairs that you can find there. When you reach the waistband of my jeans, you pause. Taking the end of my belt in hand, you pull it and it comes undone in your hand. Pulling with just a little more force, the belt slides around through the belt-loops. I pull you up to face me as I kiss the base of your neck as my hands slide up and down your back, working lower and lower until they are resting upon your hips.
You reach out with trembling hands and unbutton my shirt, pulling from the waist of my jeans. You slide them up and down my chest and I work my lips up and down your breast. My hands slide lightly up your back to your bra and with two fingers I unsnap it, letting it dangle from your body. I move my head over to your other shoulder and slide the strap down your arm with my chin. Your bra is now just hanging on your breasts. Your hands move to my waistband again and, sliding under it, undo the top button. I move my mouth downward, kissing and nibbling the tops of your breasts, sliding the bra lower and lower until it falls off to the floor between us. I lean back slightly and admire your breasts before continuing with my kisses all around your breasts.
You push your chest out slightly so that I can get to the nipples easier, but I ignore them and work my way all around, just skirting the edge of them and frustrating you just a little bit (remember, patience is a virtue...:)). You reach further down and pop open the second button of my button-fly jeans. My hands in the meantime have come back around to the front your jeans and are working at undoing the belt. The belt comes undone and I unbutton the top your jeans. Your hand works down to the third button on my jeans and pops it open. Suddenly, your hand darts into my pants and strokes the top of my pubic hair. My mouth works it's way to the underside of your breasts and back to the top again. My hands slide the zipper of your jeans down to the bottom and come back up to tug the waist of your jeans downward. They slide over your hips and down your legs to reveal your panties (the black silk thongs, you know the ones that drive me nuts).
I maneuver you over to the bed and sit you down on the edge of it. Reaching down, I pull off your boots and socks one at a time, setting them off to the side. Once I get them off, I pull your jeans off the rest of the way. You sit back up and, scraping your nails lightly across my skin (you like doing that, don't you?) , you grab the waistband of my jeans and pull them downward slowly. Once they get to a certain point, my erection pops up and looks you right in the face with that one good eye. I put my hands on your shoulders and push you back onto the bed, straddling your body with mine. My lips fall upon yours and we kiss again with passion and fire, our bodies grinding against one another. I leave your lips with just a little reluctance and move back down to your breasts, where I give your nipples what they so want and place my lips on your right one.
You gasp as I start to kiss and lick and nibble on the tender flesh of your right nipple. You raise one leg slightly and hook your toes into the waistband of my jeans and push them the rest of the way off. My hands slide up and down your body, stroking your flesh tenderly. I start working my way down your body, taking my time and tasting every piece of your skin that my lips and tongue can reach. I get down to your belly button and take a moment to tickle it lightly with my mouth. You giggle slightly before I move on to more fun places. I get down to the top of your panties and my tongue slides along the skin just above it before I skip to the inside of your thigh. You gasp again as I move my mouth along the skin just below the panties. You move your hips slightly trying to get my mouth to move over a few inches, but I very carefully keep my mouth out of that area for now. I move my mouth over to the inside of your other thigh and you start to squirm just a little bit, wanting me to place my mouth and tongue in more pleasurable areas.
After a few moments, I relent and start to kiss your pubic mound through the panties, tasting your juices on my tongue and feeling my body throb in need. But I remain patient until I am done. Your squirming increases as you reach down and run your hands through my hair. I slide my hands up the outside of your thighs and up under your buttocks. Curling my fingers under the top edge of your panties, I begin to roll them down and you lift your hips slightly allowing me to pull them off. They come over the swell of your ass and down your thighs, exposing your pubic area for me to see. As they move down your legs, I follow them with my mouth, placing kisses softly as I go.
After they clear your feet, I drop them off to the side and begin working my way up your legs again. Once I get to the inside of your thighs, I lift your legs and place them on my shoulders. I lean my head forward and place a kiss on the top of your mound, moving down the side until I reach the bottom of your slit. My tongue slides out of my mouth and slithers up your crevice until I almost reach your clit, then reverses course and makes it's way back down again. You moan in pleasurable agony as I tease you without mercy, your hips rocking back and forth in time to my tongue. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, I move my tongue back up and curl it around your clit. A shudder passes through your body as the sensation races up and down your spine. My hands slide up under your ass and cup your cheeks, pulling your hips further into my face. Your hands grasp the back of my head and push in, not too hard, just enough to let me know that your enjoying what I'm doing. I twirl my tongue around your clit and flick it up and down, listening to your breathing getting gradually deeper and deeper.
One of your hands leaves my head and slides up your stomach to cup your breast, twirling the nipple between your thumb and forefinger. As you do this, I move one hand out from under you and slip a finger into you, sliding it in one knuckle at a time. Your juices cover my finger and soon I am sliding it in and out of you in time with my tongue. I begin increasing the pressure on your clit, moving my tongue up and down and back and forth. Your body begins to tighten as you feel the beginnings of your orgasm start deep within you. I feel your body tighten and change tactics. I put my lips around your clit and suck it into my mouth, popping it in and out and a steady pace. Every once in a few strokes I stop and just suck your clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and driving further into ecstasy. Soon, your moaning gets louder and louder as you push toward release, begging me to send you over the edge. I smile slightly and decide to give you what you want. I slide another finger in and curl both of them slightly, rubbing the inside of you while my tongue dances on your clit.
Suddenly, your back arches and you let out a loud wail as the orgasm that has been approaching for so very long sweeps over you and sends your body into overload. Colored lights flash behind your eyes as you thrash back and forth. I continue working your clit with my tongue and as soon as your first orgasm starts to subside, another one comes crashing in. Your hips are bucking up and down and your thighs tighten around my head, trapping me (like I'm complaining). Slowly you come down from your orgasm and lay on the bed panting from the sheer exertion I have placed upon your body. I slowly kiss and lick my way back up your body until I am laying beside you holding you in my arms, listening to your breathing coming back to normal.
After a while of just staring at your beautiful face flush with passion, I ask in a soft voice, "did you have fun?" You turn to look me in the eyes and, smiling just a little bit, nod your head. Your hand slides up and down my chest, going lower and lower with every pass. Your hand passes within inches of my throbbing erection, then less and even less than that. Soon, the back of your hand brushes against my organ and a shiver runs through my body. You feel my body tremor with the passion and reach down to grasp me in your cool hand. You can feel the throbbing in your palm as you caress up and down slowly, working it in your hand. You pull your body over mine and kiss me on the lips again, my hands stroking through your hair. You straddle me with your legs and grind your hips against mine, trapping my dick in between us. Your mouth leaves mine and moves down to my neck.
I feel your lips brush across my skin as your hands move together, one scraping lightly the skin of my chest and raising goosebumps as the other one continues to stroke me up and down. Your mouth moves a little further down and covers one of my nipples, lightly teasing it with your teeth. My hands drop down to the bed where they grab the blanket. You look up and the expression on my face and merely grin. You lower your face again and turn your attention to my other nipple before you move on downwards. You trail your tongue across my stomach and down the top of my pubic hair. Grinning up at me with that impish look you get, I realize that it's your turn to tease me. I groan and lay back, waiting for the pleasurable torture to begin.
You slide down between my thighs and start kissing the insides of them just as I did to you. Moving all around my thighs and hips, coming close to, but not actually touching my shaft. You move to the area just under my balls and, lifting them up, lick along them lightly, teasingly. I groan again as you move your tongue along the outside of one and then the other. After what seems like forever, you move your mouth over and start kissing at the base of my now extremely hard shaft. You move your lips so very slowly up the underside of my erection and over the head, working your way down the top and then reversing course. Again, once you get to the top, you move down one side and then the other, driving me up the wall from the wanting, the needing for more.
After a while, you finally take just the head into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it, putting just a little suction on it. You begin moving your mouth downward, taking me in just a little at a time. I resist the urge to thrust my hips up, knowing that you will get there in your own time. You reach the bottom and travel upwards again, driving me up the wall. Soon I can't take it anymore and grab you under the arms, pulling you up to face me. I take your face in my hands and kiss you passionately, rolling you onto your back. I reach over into the nightstand and pull out a little package. Not breaking the kiss, I rip the package and roll the condom over my hardness.
You moan into my mouth as take the head of my penis and stroke it lightly up and down the outside of your labia. You wrap your legs around me and try to pull me inside of, but I just keep teasing for a few moments longer. Then, unexpectedly, I thrust all the way inside of you. You arch your back and reach around to dig your fingernails in my back. I wait just a few seconds before I start rocking back and forth, sliding in and out of you. I keep up a steady rhythm, driving you upwards towards bliss, then stopping to bring you down. After a while of this, you look up and staring me in the eyes, tell me that you want to feel me climax inside of you.
You know I can't refuse a woman, and begin to thrust harder and harder into you. Our mouths come together in a fiery kiss and our tongues dance as my pounding gets to frantic proportions. We both feel the coming of our orgasms rising up in us and rush towards it. Soon, we reach the edge and propel ourselves over, letting our orgasms crash into us at the same time. Time becomes immaterial as our bodies, hearts, minds, and souls lock together for just a brief period. All too soon, it is over and we both collapse onto the bed besides each other. I wrap my arms around you and you lay your head on my chest. As I softly stroke your hair, I whisper just loud enough for you to hear, "I love you." I feel you smile and hear you reply as we drift off to sleep in each others arms, "I love you too."
The dinner that we have shared was filled with laughter broken occasionally by smoldering stares that promised of things to come later. From time to time, our feet would find one another and dance beneath the table, provoking sly smiles as the waitress came over. She having no idea what our feet where doing. As she talked to us about our orders, your foot slipped up and slid along the inside of my thigh, making me stutter for a moment as I tried my best to reveal nothing. The seats we were in was a corner booth built for 2 people. As the evening progressed, we slowly slid closer to one another until we were sitting side by side. I get even when the waitress comes over and asks if we would like desert. As you politely decline, my hand, which until now has been sitting patiently on my thigh, moves over and strokes the inside of your leg up near the crease of your lap. You stutter only briefly, blushing just enough that I can see as I am looking for it.
As the waitress moves away, you turn and give me a look that says, "later, I'll get mine later." I almost have to laugh at this, but I stay quiet, grinning on the inside. You sense my quiet laughter and smile in return. Later, as we walk to the car, our arms slip around one another and I lean over to whisper in your ear, "I love you so very much." You smile and lean your head on my shoulder in answer, leaving the words unspoken but unmistakable none-the-less. The mere closeness of our bodies gives me more pleasure than words can express. We reach the car and climb inside.
We drive to the movie theater, discussing unimportant things to pass the ride away. Every once in a while, we fall silent and just enjoy the presence of each other, feeling comfortable enough that words aren't necessary. We pull into the parking lot and climb from the car, our hands linking together as we walk to the ticket booth. After a brief discussion, we decide on the movie that we want to see and buy our tickets. We go inside and after buying the necessary items (popcorn, sodas, and things like that) we go into the theater to find our seats. We sit toward the middle of the theater. The movie comes on and we start to watch it. After a while, your lean your head on my shoulder again and I turn my head to look at you. Your face is turned towards me and our eyes lock together.
My face comes over to meet yours in a tender kiss and we forget the movie as we make out like two hormone pumped teenagers. From time to time, we come up for air and catch a few scenes of the movie, but for the most part we ignore the movie in favor of each other. Finally the movie ends and the credits roll. We continue to kiss until the lights come up and give us the clue that it's time to leave. We reluctantly break up the fun and leave the theater, our arms wrapped around each other again. As we leave the theater, I turn to you and ask with a straight face, "do you even remember what the movie was about? Cause I sure don't." You break out in laughter and admit you honestly don't remember either. When we reach the car, I ask you if you want to go to the club or do something else. You think about it for a moment and decide that you want to go dancing for a while. We get into the car and head to the club.
At the club, we find our friends and get a couple of seats, draping our jackets over the backs to claim them (like it ever does any good). Just after we get our seats, a slow song comes on and I look at you and make a small motion with my head. You nod and we head to the dance floor, holding hands (you know very well words aren't necessary with us most times). Our arms go around each other and you lay your head on my shoulder as we sway gently to the music. The song playing is John Michael Montgomery's "I Can Love You Like That." You can hear my heart beating as I start to softly sing along with the song. One song ends and another begins, but we pay no attention. We continue to dance, feeling the heat from our bodies mingling and our hearts beating together in their rhythm.
The slow songs end and we go back to our seats. The next song is a Cha-Cha and someone comes up to you and asks if you would dance with him. You look over at me and give you the look that says, "if you want to, it's no problem with me." You go to the dance floor with him and enjoy yourself while I get us something to drink. As soon and the song ends, you come back over and sit next to me, taking a sip of your drink and leaning over to kiss me. I return the kiss with a fever that takes your breath away for a moment. As our lips break contact, you whisper just loud enough so that only I can hear, "god, that was incredible." I merely smile back at you. The evening passes quickly after that and before we realize, it's almost 2 in the morning. The DJ is beginning to shut the booth and is playing one last slow song before he finishes. After the song finishes, we come off the dance floor and grab our coats. Making our good-byes, we head for the door and the night that lies beyond. We reach the car and we need no discussion about what is going to happen next. I drive the car back to our place.
Once we get into the bedroom, we take off our coats and throw them in the closet. I kick my boots and socks off to make myself more comfortable. You smile at me and I take you in my arms, kissing you with a passion and heat that makes the sun look like a sparkler (good, ain't I? :)). We break the kiss and catch our breaths, gazing into each others eyes and feeling the emotions pass between us, words being completely unnecessary at this point. I lean down and kiss the base of your neck as my hands slide up and down your back, working lower and lower until they are resting upon your cheeks. Your hands are busy sliding up and my back and side as you let out a small moan of pleasure.
They come around to the front and unbutton my shirt, pulling from the waist of my jeans. You slide them up and down my chest and I work my lips up and your neck, planting kisses over all the skin my lips can reach. My hands slide up your sides until they are resting just below your breasts and that's where they stop at. You take one hand from my chest and, taking my hand, place it squarely on your breast. Being the sensitive, intelligent man that I am, I take the hint and begin massaging the flesh gently, making sure to keep away from the nipple (for now).
You lean your head forward, resting it on my shoulder and, nuzzling the shirt out of the way, start kissing and lightly biting the skin of my shoulder. Your hands slide around to my back under the shirt and begin softly stroking your nails down my back (you are one of the only people to ever realize exactly what that does to me). I shiver as you do this, chills running up and down my spine, and I enjoy every moment. I start kissing my way downward and unbutton the first button of your blouse using just my lips, teeth, and tongue (told you I was talented). From there I move onto to the second button. Moving the fabric out of the way, I start to kiss the tops of your breasts, just above the cups of your bra. You moan into my shoulder and reach down to feel along the inside of my thigh.
Sliding your hand up, you feel my erection growing along the inside of my pants. Now it's my turn to moan as you graze your fingernails along the outside of my jeans and down the length of my organ. I bend my knees slightly and work the third button of your blouse loose using only my mouth, then the fourth one. At this point, I've almost reached the top of your jeans. I take the fabric just above the jeans in my mouth and pull, your blouse sliding smoothly out of your pants, leaving you with just one button holding your shirt together in the front. In just a few seconds, that button is undone also and the blouse is just hanging on your shoulders. My hands slide up your side and brush the blouse from your shoulders, which falls to the ground where it lays unnoticed. Your hands return the favor and my shirt slides off to join yours on the floor.
The light falls softly on your shoulders and the tops of your breasts as I return to kissing your shoulders and neck, my arms encircling you pulling you close to me. You brush your hand across my chest and down my stomach, pulling teasingly at the few hairs that you can find there. When you reach the waistband of my jeans, you pause. Taking the end of my belt in hand, you pull it and it comes undone in your hand. Pulling with just a little more force, the belt slides around through the belt-loops. I pull you up to face me as I kiss the base of your neck as my hands slide up and down your back, working lower and lower until they are resting upon your hips.
You reach out with trembling hands and unbutton my shirt, pulling from the waist of my jeans. You slide them up and down my chest and I work my lips up and down your breast. My hands slide lightly up your back to your bra and with two fingers I unsnap it, letting it dangle from your body. I move my head over to your other shoulder and slide the strap down your arm with my chin. Your bra is now just hanging on your breasts. Your hands move to my waistband again and, sliding under it, undo the top button. I move my mouth downward, kissing and nibbling the tops of your breasts, sliding the bra lower and lower until it falls off to the floor between us. I lean back slightly and admire your breasts before continuing with my kisses all around your breasts.
You push your chest out slightly so that I can get to the nipples easier, but I ignore them and work my way all around, just skirting the edge of them and frustrating you just a little bit (remember, patience is a virtue...:)). You reach further down and pop open the second button of my button-fly jeans. My hands in the meantime have come back around to the front your jeans and are working at undoing the belt. The belt comes undone and I unbutton the top your jeans. Your hand works down to the third button on my jeans and pops it open. Suddenly, your hand darts into my pants and strokes the top of my pubic hair. My mouth works it's way to the underside of your breasts and back to the top again. My hands slide the zipper of your jeans down to the bottom and come back up to tug the waist of your jeans downward. They slide over your hips and down your legs to reveal your panties (the black silk thongs, you know the ones that drive me nuts).
I maneuver you over to the bed and sit you down on the edge of it. Reaching down, I pull off your boots and socks one at a time, setting them off to the side. Once I get them off, I pull your jeans off the rest of the way. You sit back up and, scraping your nails lightly across my skin (you like doing that, don't you?) , you grab the waistband of my jeans and pull them downward slowly. Once they get to a certain point, my erection pops up and looks you right in the face with that one good eye. I put my hands on your shoulders and push you back onto the bed, straddling your body with mine. My lips fall upon yours and we kiss again with passion and fire, our bodies grinding against one another. I leave your lips with just a little reluctance and move back down to your breasts, where I give your nipples what they so want and place my lips on your right one.
You gasp as I start to kiss and lick and nibble on the tender flesh of your right nipple. You raise one leg slightly and hook your toes into the waistband of my jeans and push them the rest of the way off. My hands slide up and down your body, stroking your flesh tenderly. I start working my way down your body, taking my time and tasting every piece of your skin that my lips and tongue can reach. I get down to your belly button and take a moment to tickle it lightly with my mouth. You giggle slightly before I move on to more fun places. I get down to the top of your panties and my tongue slides along the skin just above it before I skip to the inside of your thigh. You gasp again as I move my mouth along the skin just below the panties. You move your hips slightly trying to get my mouth to move over a few inches, but I very carefully keep my mouth out of that area for now. I move my mouth over to the inside of your other thigh and you start to squirm just a little bit, wanting me to place my mouth and tongue in more pleasurable areas.
After a few moments, I relent and start to kiss your pubic mound through the panties, tasting your juices on my tongue and feeling my body throb in need. But I remain patient until I am done. Your squirming increases as you reach down and run your hands through my hair. I slide my hands up the outside of your thighs and up under your buttocks. Curling my fingers under the top edge of your panties, I begin to roll them down and you lift your hips slightly allowing me to pull them off. They come over the swell of your ass and down your thighs, exposing your pubic area for me to see. As they move down your legs, I follow them with my mouth, placing kisses softly as I go.
After they clear your feet, I drop them off to the side and begin working my way up your legs again. Once I get to the inside of your thighs, I lift your legs and place them on my shoulders. I lean my head forward and place a kiss on the top of your mound, moving down the side until I reach the bottom of your slit. My tongue slides out of my mouth and slithers up your crevice until I almost reach your clit, then reverses course and makes it's way back down again. You moan in pleasurable agony as I tease you without mercy, your hips rocking back and forth in time to my tongue. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, I move my tongue back up and curl it around your clit. A shudder passes through your body as the sensation races up and down your spine. My hands slide up under your ass and cup your cheeks, pulling your hips further into my face. Your hands grasp the back of my head and push in, not too hard, just enough to let me know that your enjoying what I'm doing. I twirl my tongue around your clit and flick it up and down, listening to your breathing getting gradually deeper and deeper.
One of your hands leaves my head and slides up your stomach to cup your breast, twirling the nipple between your thumb and forefinger. As you do this, I move one hand out from under you and slip a finger into you, sliding it in one knuckle at a time. Your juices cover my finger and soon I am sliding it in and out of you in time with my tongue. I begin increasing the pressure on your clit, moving my tongue up and down and back and forth. Your body begins to tighten as you feel the beginnings of your orgasm start deep within you. I feel your body tighten and change tactics. I put my lips around your clit and suck it into my mouth, popping it in and out and a steady pace. Every once in a few strokes I stop and just suck your clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and driving further into ecstasy. Soon, your moaning gets louder and louder as you push toward release, begging me to send you over the edge. I smile slightly and decide to give you what you want. I slide another finger in and curl both of them slightly, rubbing the inside of you while my tongue dances on your clit.
Suddenly, your back arches and you let out a loud wail as the orgasm that has been approaching for so very long sweeps over you and sends your body into overload. Colored lights flash behind your eyes as you thrash back and forth. I continue working your clit with my tongue and as soon as your first orgasm starts to subside, another one comes crashing in. Your hips are bucking up and down and your thighs tighten around my head, trapping me (like I'm complaining). Slowly you come down from your orgasm and lay on the bed panting from the sheer exertion I have placed upon your body. I slowly kiss and lick my way back up your body until I am laying beside you holding you in my arms, listening to your breathing coming back to normal.
After a while of just staring at your beautiful face flush with passion, I ask in a soft voice, "did you have fun?" You turn to look me in the eyes and, smiling just a little bit, nod your head. Your hand slides up and down my chest, going lower and lower with every pass. Your hand passes within inches of my throbbing erection, then less and even less than that. Soon, the back of your hand brushes against my organ and a shiver runs through my body. You feel my body tremor with the passion and reach down to grasp me in your cool hand. You can feel the throbbing in your palm as you caress up and down slowly, working it in your hand. You pull your body over mine and kiss me on the lips again, my hands stroking through your hair. You straddle me with your legs and grind your hips against mine, trapping my dick in between us. Your mouth leaves mine and moves down to my neck.
I feel your lips brush across my skin as your hands move together, one scraping lightly the skin of my chest and raising goosebumps as the other one continues to stroke me up and down. Your mouth moves a little further down and covers one of my nipples, lightly teasing it with your teeth. My hands drop down to the bed where they grab the blanket. You look up and the expression on my face and merely grin. You lower your face again and turn your attention to my other nipple before you move on downwards. You trail your tongue across my stomach and down the top of my pubic hair. Grinning up at me with that impish look you get, I realize that it's your turn to tease me. I groan and lay back, waiting for the pleasurable torture to begin.
You slide down between my thighs and start kissing the insides of them just as I did to you. Moving all around my thighs and hips, coming close to, but not actually touching my shaft. You move to the area just under my balls and, lifting them up, lick along them lightly, teasingly. I groan again as you move your tongue along the outside of one and then the other. After what seems like forever, you move your mouth over and start kissing at the base of my now extremely hard shaft. You move your lips so very slowly up the underside of my erection and over the head, working your way down the top and then reversing course. Again, once you get to the top, you move down one side and then the other, driving me up the wall from the wanting, the needing for more.
After a while, you finally take just the head into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it, putting just a little suction on it. You begin moving your mouth downward, taking me in just a little at a time. I resist the urge to thrust my hips up, knowing that you will get there in your own time. You reach the bottom and travel upwards again, driving me up the wall. Soon I can't take it anymore and grab you under the arms, pulling you up to face me. I take your face in my hands and kiss you passionately, rolling you onto your back. I reach over into the nightstand and pull out a little package. Not breaking the kiss, I rip the package and roll the condom over my hardness.
You moan into my mouth as take the head of my penis and stroke it lightly up and down the outside of your labia. You wrap your legs around me and try to pull me inside of, but I just keep teasing for a few moments longer. Then, unexpectedly, I thrust all the way inside of you. You arch your back and reach around to dig your fingernails in my back. I wait just a few seconds before I start rocking back and forth, sliding in and out of you. I keep up a steady rhythm, driving you upwards towards bliss, then stopping to bring you down. After a while of this, you look up and staring me in the eyes, tell me that you want to feel me climax inside of you.
You know I can't refuse a woman, and begin to thrust harder and harder into you. Our mouths come together in a fiery kiss and our tongues dance as my pounding gets to frantic proportions. We both feel the coming of our orgasms rising up in us and rush towards it. Soon, we reach the edge and propel ourselves over, letting our orgasms crash into us at the same time. Time becomes immaterial as our bodies, hearts, minds, and souls lock together for just a brief period. All too soon, it is over and we both collapse onto the bed besides each other. I wrap my arms around you and you lay your head on my chest. As I softly stroke your hair, I whisper just loud enough for you to hear, "I love you." I feel you smile and hear you reply as we drift off to sleep in each others arms, "I love you too."
STORY: A HUMAN CANVAS
Upon entering the home, on the kitchen table a single burning candle in an old-fashioned brass holder greeted her with a note saying, "Walk with me." The home was completely dark and the air was warm and still. Amerie heard the faint sounds of a jazz piano drifting down the hall from the direction of the bedroom. Amerie lay her purse and keys down on the table and began her journey down the hall, candle in hand.
Ameriereached the bedroom door, which was just ajar. She held the candle in her left hand and gently pressed the door with her right, peering in, as it swung open. Stepping into the room, she absorbed the scene, a dozen or so candles spread throughout the room provided dancing, shimmering light. The fresh smell of citrus filled the warm still air, swirling with the sounds of a soft jazz piano. On the floor, spread out in front of the bed, lay a thick comforter; a small pillow placed at the top, with a tray nearby, covered by a colorful scarf. He lay reclined on the bed, dressed in a black robe; hands folded in his lap, a magazine next to his leg.
He rose to meet her, a sly smile on his face. They exchanged looks, but no words, as he took the candle from her and placed it on the dresser. He led her by the hand to the edge of the comforter turned to face her and began to unbutton her blouse, slowly and deliberately. The last button undone, he removed the tail of the blouse from her skirt, slid the blouse off her shoulders and neatly placed it on the bed. He unclasped her bra as well, and laid it on the blouse. He knelt in front of her and helped her step out of her shoes, which he placed on the floor next to the bed. Still kneeling, he unzipped her skirt and brought it down over her hips, then thighs and calves to the floor. She steadied herself on his shoulder as she stepped out of it. He removed her panties in the same fashion, sliding them down over her hips and legs so that she only had to step out of them. Again, he placed each item on the bed, next to her blouse.
Standing there naked, Amerie understood the reason for the warm still air. She was at ease and comfortable. He took her hand and helped her kneel then lay down on her stomach, legs spread just slightly; her head turned to the left resting on the small pillow. He positioned her arms lying flat, bent at the elbows with hands just above her head, palms down. He brushed her hair to the side exposing her neck.
He removed his robe, naked himself now, and knelt beside Amerie . There he positioned the covered tray within easy reach and gently peeled back the scarf to reveal its contents. On the tray, there were a variety of brushes, from a large round powder brush to the smallest feather thin sable-hair artist's brush. Lying next to the brushes was a small folded oriental fan. Just behind the brushes on the tray were 4 small crystal bowls. The bowl to the far left contained several melting ice cubes, immediately to its right was a bowl filled with champagne. The next bowl was home to dark rich chocolate syrup with the last bowl having several drops of honey.
His first brush of choice was the large round soft make up brush. He started with her left hand, lowering the brush to just barely touch the skin, then brushing back and forth, quick motions, continued up her arm toward her shoulder awakening her skin. Across the tops of her shoulders, back of her neck, then down her right arm to her fingers, he brushed, back and forth. The he brushed long soft stroked back and forth across her shoulder blades, working his way down her back, then over her ass to the tops of her thighs. Then each leg in succession, quick brush strokes down to her feet. She could feel her skin, excited, alive and tingling.
He then took the 1/4-inch brush from the tray and swirled it around in the ice bowl. Starting with the middle finger on her left hand, he painted a straight line of ice water down her finger, through the middle of her hand, over her forearm, turning at her elbow up the top of her arm to her shoulder. A small chill spread over her body as he did this, but when he began to blow lightly on the line that he had just painted, tracing it exactly, a wave of goose bumps washed over her entire body then dissipated into the warm room. He did the same on the right arm, starting with the middle finger as well, blowing lightly on the line when he was done.
He next concentrated on her neck, back and shoulders. He started his first line at the hairline of her neck and painted straight down her spine to the small of her back. He drew one X on each of her shoulder blades and large figure eight's below each one on either side of her spine. He painted a series of lines across the cheeks of her ass to the tops of her thighs. Then double lines down the back of her legs to her heels. He unfolded the small fan from the tray and waved it back and forth, slowly, starting at her neck working down. She felt the images he just painted on her body freeze into her skin. The sensation set her on fire.
He folded up the fan and set it back on the tray. He dipped a one-half inch brush in the dark chocolate and painted a circle about an inch in diameter on her left shoulder blade. He painted identical circles to this at the base of her neck, her right shoulder blade and right at the base of her spine in the small of her back. He dipped another brush into the honey and painted circles just inside the dark chocolate. And last he dipped into the champagne to fill in the middle of all four circles. He positioned his mouth just above the first circle on her left shoulder blade and began to swirl together the chocolate, honey and champagne, lowering his lips with each swirl of his tongue. He continued to kiss and lick the circular concoction on her skin until he had consumed every drop of it, her muscles tensing and relaxing at the touch of his mouth. He moved to the other shoulder blade and repeated the ritual.
Now over her neck he varied just a bit. He kissed gently all around the circle, tapping his tongue against her skin, knowing this was the top of her spine, sending bursts of excitement through her body. He used his tongue in the same fashion as on the shoulder blades, but much more deliberately, careful that only his tongue was touching her and nothing else. He traced intricate patterns with his tongue through the circle, slow then fast, firm then soft, kissing with his lips intermittently, until he had devoured the entire circle. Once finished, he kissed his way down the entire length of her spine to its base where the last circle was waiting. He began to trace large circles around the edges of the chocolate ring, closing in smaller with each revolution. At the center of the circle he traced out with larger circles. He repeated this several times until it was time to finally kiss the sweet mixture from her quivering body. He returned to his champagne brush and stroked three zigzagged lines over each cheek of her ass. Then he traced each line with his tongue drinking the champagne from her soft supple skin. He painted more champagne lines down the backs of her thighs, just behind her knees then down her calves, again following each one with his tongue.
Once finished removing the champagne from her legs with his tongue, he coaxed her to roll over onto her back, her head propped up on the pillow. He returned to the melting ice and the 1/4 inch brush, painting a line straight across her forehead, then one down the bridge of her nose, tiny circles on her cheeks, purposefully avoiding her lips and mouth to paint a small infinity symbol on her chin and a large dot of ice water on each temple. The fan was unfurled again to accentuate the figures sparkling on her face. He next painted a long ice water line from just under her chin, down her neck, over her chest, between her breasts toward her navel, then around and down to just above her pussy, this time blowing lightly with his mouth over the same course the line took.
He painted spirals around each breast, starting just where the breast began at the chest, around and around, slowly working toward the nipple. At the nipple he painted circle after circle, around the areolas, smaller and smaller, watching the nipple itself become erect as the ice water encircled it. He drew figure eight's again on either side of the midpoint of her stomach, just below her breasts joining them with a large X across her stomach. He employed the use of the fan once more to bring these figures to life. He decorated the tops of her thighs, calves and feet with delicate S curves of ice water, blowing on these himself, his lips pursed to apply a steady cool stream of air.
Returning to his champagne bowl and moving back up to her face, he gently doused her lips with the bubbling liquid. He traced her lips with his tongue, transferring the champagne to it. Her mouth opened as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her deep, his champagne coated tongue dancing with hers. After a moment he broke the kiss. He proceeded to cover her lips with the dark chocolate syrup, and then kissed her as he did when sharing the champagne. The third and final kiss was one filled with honey from the last bowl, their tongues waltzing around in sticky delight.
He methodically moved down her body now, concentrating next on her breasts. He took the large powder brush that he had used on her back to lightly brush across her nipples. They immediately became erect waiting for more attention. He took his champagne covered brush and painted circles as he had done with the ice water around and the areola and nipple. Once covered with champagne he took the entire nipple in his mouth, sucking, nibbling and flicking it with his tongue. Then a chocolate covered nipple, followed by honey, each devoured with more passion than the first, the intensity building. He painted champagne dots about 2 inches apart down her stomach then drank each one off with a kiss.
He repositioned his tray at the end of the comforter, slipped the pillow from beneath her head and moved down between her legs. He gently bent each leg at the knee and placed her feet flat on the floor, spreading her legs enough that he could fit between them. He lifted her hips off the comforter and placed the pillow beneath her. He lay between her legs now, returning to the ice cube bowl. He changed brushes to the smallest one he had, feather thin. He started to lightly trace the outer edges of her lips, slowly methodically. Then the inner areas, circling around and around watching as her lips began to swell and pussy open. He painted circle after circle around her clit, urging it to grow. Then switching to the 1/4 inch brush he painted up and down the groove between her lips, dipping ever so slightly inside her. He paused after several strokes to blow and enhance the ice water sensation.
Reaching for his champagne brush, he stroked three lines on each inner thigh, from just inside the knee all the way to just below her pussy. He held his tongue firm as he licked each line in succession, tracing his way toward her waiting pussy. After cleanly licking the champagne from her thighs he concentrated on her pussy. Painting her lips and clit liberally with the bubbly sweet liquid. Using his tongue he mixed the champagne with her juices, around her lips and clit, then dipping his tongue deep inside her. When he no longer tasted the champagne he returned to the ice water and coated her pussy with it, licking and swirling it inside her with his tongue. He followed the ice water with once last coat of champagne, the bubbles tingling his tongue as he licked every drop from her pussy.
Amerie pussy throbbing and swelling, he knelt between her legs, his cock standing hard and erect. He tapped her clit with the head of his cock and slid it up and down the groove between her lips. He took his ice water brush and painted circles on her clit as he slowly entered her. Deeper he pushed until all the way in. He held there concentrating the brush on her clit, keeping the brush cold and wet with the ice water. He pumped his cock in and out of her wet pussy, positioning the brush now just where his cock entered, painting the top of it with ice water as it slipped in and out of her. Faster and harder he pumped, feeling her squeeze down around him, urging him on.
He put down the brush and slid his hands under her hips, lifting her to him, throwing her legs over his shoulders. Driving hard and fast now, his cock throbbing and on fire, deep hard thrusts. Faster and hotter, ready to come, pulling her to him, thrusting deep, and feeling her squeeze him as he pulled out and relax as he slid in. A few more quick deep thrusts, and then, burying his cock as far inside as he could, they came together. She was squeezing around him as he came deep inside her. His legs and back tense, his cock burning inside her. Exhausted he collapsed next to her on his back. They held hands, not speaking, watching the candlelight dance on the ceiling, smelling the citrus scented warm air and listening to the soft jazz swirl around the room.
Ameriereached the bedroom door, which was just ajar. She held the candle in her left hand and gently pressed the door with her right, peering in, as it swung open. Stepping into the room, she absorbed the scene, a dozen or so candles spread throughout the room provided dancing, shimmering light. The fresh smell of citrus filled the warm still air, swirling with the sounds of a soft jazz piano. On the floor, spread out in front of the bed, lay a thick comforter; a small pillow placed at the top, with a tray nearby, covered by a colorful scarf. He lay reclined on the bed, dressed in a black robe; hands folded in his lap, a magazine next to his leg.
He rose to meet her, a sly smile on his face. They exchanged looks, but no words, as he took the candle from her and placed it on the dresser. He led her by the hand to the edge of the comforter turned to face her and began to unbutton her blouse, slowly and deliberately. The last button undone, he removed the tail of the blouse from her skirt, slid the blouse off her shoulders and neatly placed it on the bed. He unclasped her bra as well, and laid it on the blouse. He knelt in front of her and helped her step out of her shoes, which he placed on the floor next to the bed. Still kneeling, he unzipped her skirt and brought it down over her hips, then thighs and calves to the floor. She steadied herself on his shoulder as she stepped out of it. He removed her panties in the same fashion, sliding them down over her hips and legs so that she only had to step out of them. Again, he placed each item on the bed, next to her blouse.
Standing there naked, Amerie understood the reason for the warm still air. She was at ease and comfortable. He took her hand and helped her kneel then lay down on her stomach, legs spread just slightly; her head turned to the left resting on the small pillow. He positioned her arms lying flat, bent at the elbows with hands just above her head, palms down. He brushed her hair to the side exposing her neck.
He removed his robe, naked himself now, and knelt beside Amerie . There he positioned the covered tray within easy reach and gently peeled back the scarf to reveal its contents. On the tray, there were a variety of brushes, from a large round powder brush to the smallest feather thin sable-hair artist's brush. Lying next to the brushes was a small folded oriental fan. Just behind the brushes on the tray were 4 small crystal bowls. The bowl to the far left contained several melting ice cubes, immediately to its right was a bowl filled with champagne. The next bowl was home to dark rich chocolate syrup with the last bowl having several drops of honey.
His first brush of choice was the large round soft make up brush. He started with her left hand, lowering the brush to just barely touch the skin, then brushing back and forth, quick motions, continued up her arm toward her shoulder awakening her skin. Across the tops of her shoulders, back of her neck, then down her right arm to her fingers, he brushed, back and forth. The he brushed long soft stroked back and forth across her shoulder blades, working his way down her back, then over her ass to the tops of her thighs. Then each leg in succession, quick brush strokes down to her feet. She could feel her skin, excited, alive and tingling.
He then took the 1/4-inch brush from the tray and swirled it around in the ice bowl. Starting with the middle finger on her left hand, he painted a straight line of ice water down her finger, through the middle of her hand, over her forearm, turning at her elbow up the top of her arm to her shoulder. A small chill spread over her body as he did this, but when he began to blow lightly on the line that he had just painted, tracing it exactly, a wave of goose bumps washed over her entire body then dissipated into the warm room. He did the same on the right arm, starting with the middle finger as well, blowing lightly on the line when he was done.
He next concentrated on her neck, back and shoulders. He started his first line at the hairline of her neck and painted straight down her spine to the small of her back. He drew one X on each of her shoulder blades and large figure eight's below each one on either side of her spine. He painted a series of lines across the cheeks of her ass to the tops of her thighs. Then double lines down the back of her legs to her heels. He unfolded the small fan from the tray and waved it back and forth, slowly, starting at her neck working down. She felt the images he just painted on her body freeze into her skin. The sensation set her on fire.
He folded up the fan and set it back on the tray. He dipped a one-half inch brush in the dark chocolate and painted a circle about an inch in diameter on her left shoulder blade. He painted identical circles to this at the base of her neck, her right shoulder blade and right at the base of her spine in the small of her back. He dipped another brush into the honey and painted circles just inside the dark chocolate. And last he dipped into the champagne to fill in the middle of all four circles. He positioned his mouth just above the first circle on her left shoulder blade and began to swirl together the chocolate, honey and champagne, lowering his lips with each swirl of his tongue. He continued to kiss and lick the circular concoction on her skin until he had consumed every drop of it, her muscles tensing and relaxing at the touch of his mouth. He moved to the other shoulder blade and repeated the ritual.
Now over her neck he varied just a bit. He kissed gently all around the circle, tapping his tongue against her skin, knowing this was the top of her spine, sending bursts of excitement through her body. He used his tongue in the same fashion as on the shoulder blades, but much more deliberately, careful that only his tongue was touching her and nothing else. He traced intricate patterns with his tongue through the circle, slow then fast, firm then soft, kissing with his lips intermittently, until he had devoured the entire circle. Once finished, he kissed his way down the entire length of her spine to its base where the last circle was waiting. He began to trace large circles around the edges of the chocolate ring, closing in smaller with each revolution. At the center of the circle he traced out with larger circles. He repeated this several times until it was time to finally kiss the sweet mixture from her quivering body. He returned to his champagne brush and stroked three zigzagged lines over each cheek of her ass. Then he traced each line with his tongue drinking the champagne from her soft supple skin. He painted more champagne lines down the backs of her thighs, just behind her knees then down her calves, again following each one with his tongue.
Once finished removing the champagne from her legs with his tongue, he coaxed her to roll over onto her back, her head propped up on the pillow. He returned to the melting ice and the 1/4 inch brush, painting a line straight across her forehead, then one down the bridge of her nose, tiny circles on her cheeks, purposefully avoiding her lips and mouth to paint a small infinity symbol on her chin and a large dot of ice water on each temple. The fan was unfurled again to accentuate the figures sparkling on her face. He next painted a long ice water line from just under her chin, down her neck, over her chest, between her breasts toward her navel, then around and down to just above her pussy, this time blowing lightly with his mouth over the same course the line took.
He painted spirals around each breast, starting just where the breast began at the chest, around and around, slowly working toward the nipple. At the nipple he painted circle after circle, around the areolas, smaller and smaller, watching the nipple itself become erect as the ice water encircled it. He drew figure eight's again on either side of the midpoint of her stomach, just below her breasts joining them with a large X across her stomach. He employed the use of the fan once more to bring these figures to life. He decorated the tops of her thighs, calves and feet with delicate S curves of ice water, blowing on these himself, his lips pursed to apply a steady cool stream of air.
Returning to his champagne bowl and moving back up to her face, he gently doused her lips with the bubbling liquid. He traced her lips with his tongue, transferring the champagne to it. Her mouth opened as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her deep, his champagne coated tongue dancing with hers. After a moment he broke the kiss. He proceeded to cover her lips with the dark chocolate syrup, and then kissed her as he did when sharing the champagne. The third and final kiss was one filled with honey from the last bowl, their tongues waltzing around in sticky delight.
He methodically moved down her body now, concentrating next on her breasts. He took the large powder brush that he had used on her back to lightly brush across her nipples. They immediately became erect waiting for more attention. He took his champagne covered brush and painted circles as he had done with the ice water around and the areola and nipple. Once covered with champagne he took the entire nipple in his mouth, sucking, nibbling and flicking it with his tongue. Then a chocolate covered nipple, followed by honey, each devoured with more passion than the first, the intensity building. He painted champagne dots about 2 inches apart down her stomach then drank each one off with a kiss.
He repositioned his tray at the end of the comforter, slipped the pillow from beneath her head and moved down between her legs. He gently bent each leg at the knee and placed her feet flat on the floor, spreading her legs enough that he could fit between them. He lifted her hips off the comforter and placed the pillow beneath her. He lay between her legs now, returning to the ice cube bowl. He changed brushes to the smallest one he had, feather thin. He started to lightly trace the outer edges of her lips, slowly methodically. Then the inner areas, circling around and around watching as her lips began to swell and pussy open. He painted circle after circle around her clit, urging it to grow. Then switching to the 1/4 inch brush he painted up and down the groove between her lips, dipping ever so slightly inside her. He paused after several strokes to blow and enhance the ice water sensation.
Reaching for his champagne brush, he stroked three lines on each inner thigh, from just inside the knee all the way to just below her pussy. He held his tongue firm as he licked each line in succession, tracing his way toward her waiting pussy. After cleanly licking the champagne from her thighs he concentrated on her pussy. Painting her lips and clit liberally with the bubbly sweet liquid. Using his tongue he mixed the champagne with her juices, around her lips and clit, then dipping his tongue deep inside her. When he no longer tasted the champagne he returned to the ice water and coated her pussy with it, licking and swirling it inside her with his tongue. He followed the ice water with once last coat of champagne, the bubbles tingling his tongue as he licked every drop from her pussy.
Amerie pussy throbbing and swelling, he knelt between her legs, his cock standing hard and erect. He tapped her clit with the head of his cock and slid it up and down the groove between her lips. He took his ice water brush and painted circles on her clit as he slowly entered her. Deeper he pushed until all the way in. He held there concentrating the brush on her clit, keeping the brush cold and wet with the ice water. He pumped his cock in and out of her wet pussy, positioning the brush now just where his cock entered, painting the top of it with ice water as it slipped in and out of her. Faster and harder he pumped, feeling her squeeze down around him, urging him on.
He put down the brush and slid his hands under her hips, lifting her to him, throwing her legs over his shoulders. Driving hard and fast now, his cock throbbing and on fire, deep hard thrusts. Faster and hotter, ready to come, pulling her to him, thrusting deep, and feeling her squeeze him as he pulled out and relax as he slid in. A few more quick deep thrusts, and then, burying his cock as far inside as he could, they came together. She was squeezing around him as he came deep inside her. His legs and back tense, his cock burning inside her. Exhausted he collapsed next to her on his back. They held hands, not speaking, watching the candlelight dance on the ceiling, smelling the citrus scented warm air and listening to the soft jazz swirl around the room.
STORY: I AM LOST IN YOU
The alarm clock rings me out of a dreamless sleep. My hand is halfway to the snooze button when my eyes open and I become conscious. I see the time and as it registers, I think about Her, and in how many hours I will see Her, and the tempo of my heart increases, and the hollow feeling in my chest returns because I am not with Her but have to wait.
I shower and shave. I shave twice so I can be smooth and nick-free for Her. I whiten my teeth, I floss, I rinse so that my breath is sweet for Her. I put cologne on my neck, cheeks, abdomen and on the backs of my hands. I put on the black suit, making sure the creases are pressed sharp for Her. I buff my black shoes to a shine.
I take my car though the car wash for the fourth time this week, so that it shines and is perfectly clean for Her.
I drive to work, listening to the car radio. Young men and women screaming about want and desire, remorse and pain, love and devotion, bondage and slavery, prison and death and heaven and hell and sex. I feel the music enter the hollowness of my chest, the ragged voices rasping guitars crashing drums. I turn up the volume until the steering wheel vibrates. I light a cigarette and inhale the smoke deep into me and I wish She was in the passenger seat and we were driving to Canada or Mexico or Maine or Montana. I feel cool and sexy and young in my suit and sunglasses. The sun glints off the hood of my car as I smoothly fly down the highway with the radio at full blast.
I am extremely aware of my body, how my muscles feel underneath my clothes, how they flex as I drive, how my palm rests on the gearshift. I am so at ease and comfortable and cool and She is waiting for me, She is thinking about me, She is here and seeing me like this - cool and at ease and sexy and Hers.
At work I make phone calls. I send emails. I write reports. I sit in meetings and speak and think and stare at the clock in my office. How many hours how many hours? At the end of the day, all I can say I did was think about Her and think about Her and think about Her.
At thirty minutes to quitting time, I walk out the door. Fuck it. I am free. The hollow in my chest is huge, my need is physical. I'm tense and shaky. My heart is racing as I try not to run from the building to my waiting car. I open the car door, fling my briefcase into the back seat, fall behind the wheel and start the engine. I am finally going to Her.
When I start the car, the radio explodes and makes me jump. I turn the volume down, put the car in gear and pull out of the parking lot. I no longer feel sexy and strong. I only feel need. I'm driving too fast, risking a ticket. I don't give a damn.
I drive without seeing. I'm picturing Her. Her smile as She opens the door, Her hair, Her eyes, Her lips, Her cheeks, Her hips, Her breasts, Her belly, Her thighs, Her neck. I see Her painted toenails and Her fingertips, Her teeth, the small of Her back. I feel Her breath in my ear, I hear Her voice, Her sighs. I see Her tongue as She talks, as She smiles at me. I hear Her laugh, I hear Her moan with pleasure. I hear the sounds She makes She breaths She whispers as we make love. I feel Her softness and Her firmness and Her wetness. Her heat, Her lust, Her love. I feel Her moving underneath me, over me, away from me, into me. I feel Her moving I feel Her move, I feel Her.
Driving to Her, I am completely aware of Her. I feel Her and see Her and smell Her better than I can sense the reality that surrounds me. I am lost in Her.
I worship Her.
I stare through the windshield as I sit in traffic, the radio softly thumping. The air conditioner blows icy air into my face. The sun, magnified through the windows, heats my skin.
And I, Her priest, sit here in between these extremes of Fire and Ice. I am both Frozen, enslaved by my desire for Her and Burned, consumed with my love for Her. Awed speechless, in a reverie of want and love, I drive on.
I can't go on, but I can't stop going. I can't leave this misery, this euphoria, this enslavement, this freedom. All my dreams turn into smoke and disappear in the wind. I become nothing and She becomes everything, everything.
Everything.
Finally, I am there. I rush to be enveloped in Her. I feel and touch and breathe and my heart pounds and my mind races and there is nothing, nothing but Her. She welcomes me in with a serious look on Her face. Her fingers and hands and lips touch me and we fall together, holding pulling devouring each other. I think that everything I have gone through has been echoed in Her. I feel Her terrible desire in the hollow of my chest, I feel her want flow into me, filling me, expanding me. I feel her pulse in my veins and I become more than I am.
I am whole now. She kisses me, her mouth open, and I inhale Her exhaled breath. We hold each other and kiss and breathe into each other's mouths and we are truly one. I am a god. I am immortal.
We are immortal. We have existed as long as Time. There is no Time, there is no Here, there are no reasons. Love and Lust are equal and we exist only in this timeless reasonless placeless void of each other.
I want to be inside of Her. I want to be buried inside of Her. I want to be inside of Her skin, I want to feel what She feels and to experience Her completely. She gives Herself to me as totally as I give myself to her and we fall we fall into one another and we become something Other.
We become Us.
I shower and shave. I shave twice so I can be smooth and nick-free for Her. I whiten my teeth, I floss, I rinse so that my breath is sweet for Her. I put cologne on my neck, cheeks, abdomen and on the backs of my hands. I put on the black suit, making sure the creases are pressed sharp for Her. I buff my black shoes to a shine.
I take my car though the car wash for the fourth time this week, so that it shines and is perfectly clean for Her.
I drive to work, listening to the car radio. Young men and women screaming about want and desire, remorse and pain, love and devotion, bondage and slavery, prison and death and heaven and hell and sex. I feel the music enter the hollowness of my chest, the ragged voices rasping guitars crashing drums. I turn up the volume until the steering wheel vibrates. I light a cigarette and inhale the smoke deep into me and I wish She was in the passenger seat and we were driving to Canada or Mexico or Maine or Montana. I feel cool and sexy and young in my suit and sunglasses. The sun glints off the hood of my car as I smoothly fly down the highway with the radio at full blast.
I am extremely aware of my body, how my muscles feel underneath my clothes, how they flex as I drive, how my palm rests on the gearshift. I am so at ease and comfortable and cool and She is waiting for me, She is thinking about me, She is here and seeing me like this - cool and at ease and sexy and Hers.
At work I make phone calls. I send emails. I write reports. I sit in meetings and speak and think and stare at the clock in my office. How many hours how many hours? At the end of the day, all I can say I did was think about Her and think about Her and think about Her.
At thirty minutes to quitting time, I walk out the door. Fuck it. I am free. The hollow in my chest is huge, my need is physical. I'm tense and shaky. My heart is racing as I try not to run from the building to my waiting car. I open the car door, fling my briefcase into the back seat, fall behind the wheel and start the engine. I am finally going to Her.
When I start the car, the radio explodes and makes me jump. I turn the volume down, put the car in gear and pull out of the parking lot. I no longer feel sexy and strong. I only feel need. I'm driving too fast, risking a ticket. I don't give a damn.
I drive without seeing. I'm picturing Her. Her smile as She opens the door, Her hair, Her eyes, Her lips, Her cheeks, Her hips, Her breasts, Her belly, Her thighs, Her neck. I see Her painted toenails and Her fingertips, Her teeth, the small of Her back. I feel Her breath in my ear, I hear Her voice, Her sighs. I see Her tongue as She talks, as She smiles at me. I hear Her laugh, I hear Her moan with pleasure. I hear the sounds She makes She breaths She whispers as we make love. I feel Her softness and Her firmness and Her wetness. Her heat, Her lust, Her love. I feel Her moving underneath me, over me, away from me, into me. I feel Her moving I feel Her move, I feel Her.
Driving to Her, I am completely aware of Her. I feel Her and see Her and smell Her better than I can sense the reality that surrounds me. I am lost in Her.
I worship Her.
I stare through the windshield as I sit in traffic, the radio softly thumping. The air conditioner blows icy air into my face. The sun, magnified through the windows, heats my skin.
And I, Her priest, sit here in between these extremes of Fire and Ice. I am both Frozen, enslaved by my desire for Her and Burned, consumed with my love for Her. Awed speechless, in a reverie of want and love, I drive on.
I can't go on, but I can't stop going. I can't leave this misery, this euphoria, this enslavement, this freedom. All my dreams turn into smoke and disappear in the wind. I become nothing and She becomes everything, everything.
Everything.
Finally, I am there. I rush to be enveloped in Her. I feel and touch and breathe and my heart pounds and my mind races and there is nothing, nothing but Her. She welcomes me in with a serious look on Her face. Her fingers and hands and lips touch me and we fall together, holding pulling devouring each other. I think that everything I have gone through has been echoed in Her. I feel Her terrible desire in the hollow of my chest, I feel her want flow into me, filling me, expanding me. I feel her pulse in my veins and I become more than I am.
I am whole now. She kisses me, her mouth open, and I inhale Her exhaled breath. We hold each other and kiss and breathe into each other's mouths and we are truly one. I am a god. I am immortal.
We are immortal. We have existed as long as Time. There is no Time, there is no Here, there are no reasons. Love and Lust are equal and we exist only in this timeless reasonless placeless void of each other.
I want to be inside of Her. I want to be buried inside of Her. I want to be inside of Her skin, I want to feel what She feels and to experience Her completely. She gives Herself to me as totally as I give myself to her and we fall we fall into one another and we become something Other.
We become Us.
STORY: IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
I awake, something has stirred within my body. A sweet sensation of longing that has torn me from a deep and peaceful slumber to a state where I am just becoming aware of my passion and the dewy moistness between my legs. I turn to my side and my breast gently grazes my lover's back. I shudder with the contact. He is sleeping very soundly and I question the thought of waking him. I slowly trace the outline of my nipples as I run my hand down over the smoothness of my tummy. I need release, yet he needs his sleep.
As my hand moves lower, my breath quickens, and I turn my head toward to see if I have disturbed his sleep. He is still breathing that deep and even rhythm of sound sleep. My hand is now slowly tracing down the lower part of my tummy, over my pubic bone, pausing briefly to ruffle the dark red curls that lie there. My clit is engorged and swollen with the need my body feels, and I am wet and slick, ready for penetration. I want him but I know he has an early morning meeting and mustn't be disturbed.
My fingers begin to slowly massage the outside lips of my sweetness, as my other hand is circling my erect nipples. My hips arch, pressing my mound into the cup of my palm. I push my index finger into my wetness, allowing the heel of my hand to slowly and erotically massage my clit. My breath quickens and soon I forget the presence of the man beside me. I take my finger from inside myself, slowly run it up my body to my waiting mouth. Gently, I suck the juice from it. The taste causes a moan low in my throat and he shifts in the bed. I stiffen, not wanting to be caught. I feel as if I am doing something totally taboo.
He turns to his side, encircling my waist with his arm. I'm caught. I cannot continue without his knowledge, yet my body is screaming for release. I turn to face him, pressing my body into his. Slowly I run my tongue along his jawline, up to his ear. I whisper, "Baby, please, I need you." He is aware of my presence as I am of his, yet he is still in that space of time between dreamland and reality. I run my hand over his chest, tracing the outline of his lips with my finger before pressing my lips to his and whispering into his mouth, "Lover, wake up and fuck me." He responds with a moan and an erection. I feel it pushing into the silk of my stomach.
My mouth trails off his chin, down his neck, and across his chest. I flick at his nipples with the tip of my tongue. Slowly working my way south, I kiss and lick down the entire length of his body. As he turns to his back, his arm encloses me and pulls me atop him. I slide my body against his, working my way down to his erect cock. My hands encircle him and I take the head into my waiting mouth. He moans with the sweetness of it and he feels my mouth go to the base of his cock. He is touching the back of my throat with his hard cock and reveling in the glory of it. His hands push into my sleep tousled hair, holding the back of my head gently, as he sets the pace.
I feel a power like no other as I gently cradle his balls in my warm hand. I can make him feel pleasure like no other woman, and I delight in my knowledge. He worships my mouth with his cock, and I greedily lick up every drop of precum he offers me. When the pressure inside him can no longer be tolerated, he lifts me by the waist and impales himself into me. My back arches with the intensity of his cock inside me. My wetness has ran down my inner thigh, and I am sticky from my juices. He pulls me down for a passionate meeting of the lips, tasting himself on my tongue. His hands go down to my hips, pulling me onto him. He thrusts hungrily into me, over and over. I scream out as my release comes. I cannot control it any longer. I cum deep inside my body, my sweet release pouring out over his hard, solid cock. Writhing with pleasure, I continue to pump up and down on him, needing his orgasm inside me as much as I needed my own. He grabs my waist, holding tight, and thrusts himself deeply inside me. I feel his cock swell as the orgasm comes.
"Yes", I cry out, "Yes baby, cum for me!" As he fills me with his hot cum, he cradles my head on his chest, brushing the hair from my face, and mumbling words of love into my ear. Spent, we lay together like this. Pressing each other close, feeling each other's presence. He is quickly asleep, making me wonder if he were ever really "awake" or if he will remember this night only in his visions of slumber.
As my hand moves lower, my breath quickens, and I turn my head toward to see if I have disturbed his sleep. He is still breathing that deep and even rhythm of sound sleep. My hand is now slowly tracing down the lower part of my tummy, over my pubic bone, pausing briefly to ruffle the dark red curls that lie there. My clit is engorged and swollen with the need my body feels, and I am wet and slick, ready for penetration. I want him but I know he has an early morning meeting and mustn't be disturbed.
My fingers begin to slowly massage the outside lips of my sweetness, as my other hand is circling my erect nipples. My hips arch, pressing my mound into the cup of my palm. I push my index finger into my wetness, allowing the heel of my hand to slowly and erotically massage my clit. My breath quickens and soon I forget the presence of the man beside me. I take my finger from inside myself, slowly run it up my body to my waiting mouth. Gently, I suck the juice from it. The taste causes a moan low in my throat and he shifts in the bed. I stiffen, not wanting to be caught. I feel as if I am doing something totally taboo.
He turns to his side, encircling my waist with his arm. I'm caught. I cannot continue without his knowledge, yet my body is screaming for release. I turn to face him, pressing my body into his. Slowly I run my tongue along his jawline, up to his ear. I whisper, "Baby, please, I need you." He is aware of my presence as I am of his, yet he is still in that space of time between dreamland and reality. I run my hand over his chest, tracing the outline of his lips with my finger before pressing my lips to his and whispering into his mouth, "Lover, wake up and fuck me." He responds with a moan and an erection. I feel it pushing into the silk of my stomach.
My mouth trails off his chin, down his neck, and across his chest. I flick at his nipples with the tip of my tongue. Slowly working my way south, I kiss and lick down the entire length of his body. As he turns to his back, his arm encloses me and pulls me atop him. I slide my body against his, working my way down to his erect cock. My hands encircle him and I take the head into my waiting mouth. He moans with the sweetness of it and he feels my mouth go to the base of his cock. He is touching the back of my throat with his hard cock and reveling in the glory of it. His hands push into my sleep tousled hair, holding the back of my head gently, as he sets the pace.
I feel a power like no other as I gently cradle his balls in my warm hand. I can make him feel pleasure like no other woman, and I delight in my knowledge. He worships my mouth with his cock, and I greedily lick up every drop of precum he offers me. When the pressure inside him can no longer be tolerated, he lifts me by the waist and impales himself into me. My back arches with the intensity of his cock inside me. My wetness has ran down my inner thigh, and I am sticky from my juices. He pulls me down for a passionate meeting of the lips, tasting himself on my tongue. His hands go down to my hips, pulling me onto him. He thrusts hungrily into me, over and over. I scream out as my release comes. I cannot control it any longer. I cum deep inside my body, my sweet release pouring out over his hard, solid cock. Writhing with pleasure, I continue to pump up and down on him, needing his orgasm inside me as much as I needed my own. He grabs my waist, holding tight, and thrusts himself deeply inside me. I feel his cock swell as the orgasm comes.
"Yes", I cry out, "Yes baby, cum for me!" As he fills me with his hot cum, he cradles my head on his chest, brushing the hair from my face, and mumbling words of love into my ear. Spent, we lay together like this. Pressing each other close, feeling each other's presence. He is quickly asleep, making me wonder if he were ever really "awake" or if he will remember this night only in his visions of slumber.
STORY: A SOLITUDE NIGHT OF PASSION
The snow is falling outside as I clear the dishes from our meal. I stop and take your hand, leading you to the pile of pillows in front of the fireplace. Kissing you gently on the lips, I then whisper to you " Relax here, I will be right back." I go, leaving you there, glass of wine in hand, basking in the glow of the fireplace. I have lit candles all around and there is soft music playing on the stereo. A perfect atmosphere for relaxing.
Suddenly, the tempo of the music changes and I re-appear, dancing slowly to the music. I smile and wink at you, blowing you a kiss as I slowly start to strip for you. Taking off my jacket and tossing it away, I slowly start to unbutton my shirt, my fingers moving down each button, until it is open. I pull the shirt from my jeans and dance over to you, leaning back so you can pull it off by the sleeves. As I feel the air on my chest I dance away again, teasing you with my moves, running my hands over my body. I continue to dance, my eyes closed as I reach to undo my pants, running my hands inside to cup myself. I throw my head back as I start to slip my pants off, sliding them slowly down and off, kicking them to the side. I stand before you only in my silk boxers, body glistening from the heat of the fire.
I dance over and kneel in front of you, leaning forward to gently kiss you, before taking your hands and pulling you to a standing position. I pull you against me, as I kiss you passionately, my tongue stroking yours as I suck it gently into my mouth. My hands run up and down your back, feeling your hands on my chest, rubbing across my hard nipples. I reach for the buttons of your shirt, undoing them one by one, looking you in the eyes, my desire for you obvious in them. Finally unbuttoned, I slide your shirt off, running my mouth across your shoulders as I do, gently nibbling your soft skin. I hear your moan as I run my tongue up the side of your neck and I growl softly in response. My teeth tug gently on your ear and I whisper to you "This night is all for you, I am going to love you like no other ever has." I unclasp your bra, sliding my hands around to cup your breasts gently, then sliding your bra down your arms, dropping it. My hands reach to undo your pants, slowly sliding them down as my mouth kisses down your body, pushing your underwear down at the same time, until you lift your feet and I toss them to the side.
Your hands push my boxers down my hips until they slide off and I am nude like you. I take you into my arms, pulling your body tight against mine, my teeth gently nibbling on your lower lip, sucking it into my mouth as I run my tongue between your lips to tease the tip of your tongue with mine. Our kiss deepens as our bodies move against each other, dancing a slow erotic dance as we slowly start to sink to the pillows. The fireplace flames reflecting on our bodies, as I gently push you back and cover your body with mine, my hips settling between your legs. As I settle between your legs, my mouth goes to your neck, teeth gently nibbling on the skin. I hear your low moan and lick softly up your neck, raising myself up on one elbow. With my free hand, I stroke gently down your side, fingertips trailing gently over your skin, raising goosebumps as they go. My tongue runs inside your ear as I softly whisper " I have wanted you for a long time" and tug on your ear lobe with my teeth. My hands runs between our bodies, cupping you to feel your heat, my mouth covering yours to kiss you deeply, passionately. Slowly I start to slide my body up and down yours, delicious friction stirring our fires, making our skin burn. Lifting my mouth from yours, I trace your lips with my tongue, and chuckle softly. Raising myself to my hands, my mouth moves again to your neck, sucking the skin as my teeth nibble, my tongue teases.
My body starts to slide down yours as I kiss across your shoulders, mouth hot on your skin, feeling the heat of your skin against my tongue. I lick down your chest, mouth moving to the side of your breast, softly kissing the tender skin there before my tongue trails across your skin, tasting you as it goes. I run my tongue around your nipple, just the tip touching your skin, close to but not touching your nipple, my hot breath flowing across it as it hardens. I feel your hands in my hair, pulling my head to you as I gently nibble your nipple and hear you moan. Sucking your nipple into my mouth, I tease the tip with my tongue as I roll it across my teeth. I stop sucking on it as my mouth trails kisses across your chest to tease your other nipple to matching hardness, feeling your body moving against mine, answering my hunger. I slide further down your body, tongue trailing down the center of your stomach, leaning so one hand can reach to roll your nipples between my fingers.
I settle my shoulders between your legs, kissing the lower part of your stomach as I do, feeling your legs drape themselves over my shoulders. My hand runs from your nipples down the center of your stomach, my short nails softly raking your skin, feeling you shiver under my touch. My fingers reach, slowly spreading your lips, as I take the tip of my tongue and lick down to touch just the tip of your hard clit with my tongue. Stroking gently across it up and down, then sliding down to lick inside you, tasting your juices on my tongue. My tongue pushes deeper inside you feeling you throb around it as my thumb slowly strokes your clit, feeling your hips begin to move to the rhythm of my mouth. I curl my tongue inside you, feeling you clench around it as I move it in and out, licking and tasting you as your juices flow into my mouth. My tongue licks back up to take the place of my thumb, flicking gently across your clit, stroking it around and around, before pulling it between my lips, rolling it across my teeth as I suck gently on it.
I feel your body jerking against my tongue as it licks and strokes you faster, pressing against your body. One hand cups your ass, as the other rolls first one, then the other nipple between my fingertips, gently squeezing their hardness. I feel your hands on my head pulling me from you and I look up into your eyes, giving you a tender smile. I kiss your clit, then slowly start to slide my mouth back up your body, nibbling and licking your skin as I go. I once again settle my hips between your legs, my mouth covering yours, my tongue stroking yours as I suck it in and out of my mouth.I settle once again between your legs, feeling them clench around my waist. My mouth tasting yours, the essence of you still on my lips. I groan softly into your mouth as I slide my hips against you, my cock hard and throbbing between us. My hardness rubbing against you as my mouth devours yours, my passion for you driving my thoughts now. I take your hand, place it on my cock for you to feel how excited you make me, how hard I am for you.
Taking your hand away, I pull back from you and slowly turn you to your stomach. I cover your body with mine as my tongue licks up the back of your neck and my teeth tug gently on your skin. Sliding my body down yours, you can feel the hair on my chest brushing softly against your skin. I begin to run my tongue down your spine, hearing you moan in response, your body rising against my mouth. As my tongue reaches the lower part of your spine, my teeth begin to tenderly nibble your skin, moving to the side, to the tender skin of your waist. Kneeling between your legs, I put my hands on your hips and raise you to your knees, still licking and nibbling your back.
With one hand, I stroke your breasts, fingers teasing your nipples, over and over. As I gently kiss over your back, my hand runs down your stomach, reaching between your legs to lightly stroke your clit, feeling you move against the ministrations of my fingers stroking you. I reach further back and pull my cock against you, rubbing it over your clit, my hips moving against you. I keep the head of my cock on your clit, massaging you this way as my tongue licks all over your back, hips moving back and forth. You reach back with one hand and take my cock away guiding it lower so it starts to slip inside you. I guide the head slowly inside you and start to move in short thrusts, the head of my cock rubbing on your g-spot, I feel your body jerking in response.
Your hips start to press back against me and I begin to slide my cock further in you, slowly, until my hips rest against your ass and I am buried deep in you. I stay like this as I reach with one hand and again rub your clit gently, your moans making me growl softly. I take your hips in my hands and slowly start to thrust in and out, pulling almost all of the way out before pushing all the way back in, my cock going deep inside you. I feel you clenching around me as I start to move faster, my hands on your hips guiding you against me. On your elbows, you reach back with one hand and start to stroke your clit as I move with long hard strokes. My cock stretching you as it starts to pound in and out of you, my hips moving faster against you as I thrust deep, feeling you press back against me. Your moans and sighs drive me wild and I move in you faster and harder, my hips circling against you so my cock touches every single inch of your wet pussy. I feel the signs that you are close to orgasm and I stroke deeper and harder, allowing you to enjoy the feel of my cock inside you as it slides in and out, coated with your juices. I reach up with one hand and run a single finger down your spine, as my hand reaches your ass, I use it to slowly push you away from me, sliding my cock from inside you.
As you groan in frustration, I whisper to you "I want this to last, I want to take you in every way possible, I want to drive you wild with wanting me." I slowly push you down and turn you over, laying beside you, kissing you once again as my hands stroke over your body. I lay beside you, my tongue tracing your lips before slipping in to tease your tongue. My hands run up and down your body before pulling you to me. Our bodies pressed against each other, I roll to my back, pulling you on top of me. Your body trembles with desire as you slide up and down my rock hard body, kissing me deeply and passionately. My hands run down your side, to your legs, holding them as I sit up with you straddling my lap. My mouth goes to your neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin, as your fingers intertwine in my hair and I hear your low moans. I flex my thighs and lift you up from my lap, running a hand between us, taking one finger and stroking your clit, massaging it up and down. Your hips move your clit against my finger and I can tell by the response of your body that it is time. I move my hand and take one of yours in it, guiding it down until you grasp my hard cock in it.
Holding it tight, you start to guide it inside your wet, throbbing pussy, sliding slowly down it. I groan as your tightness engulfs me inch by inch, until finally I am buried completely inside you, you stop moving with me filling you and we kiss passionately, tongues intertwined. I put my hands on your hips and start to guide you up and down, sliding my cock in and out of your pussy slowly at first, then faster as I feel you clenching me. Your hands go to my shoulders as you throw your head back, moaning, sliding up my cock until it almost slips out then down until it fills you completely, over and over again. I bend my head and suck on your nipples, my teeth and tongue teasing them over and over, until I lay back, reaching up with my hands to gently squeeze them with my fingers. Your hands are on my chest, fingers digging into the muscles as you slide up and down my cock faster, me lifting my hips to meet you as I thrust deep inside you.
Our movements quicken, you bouncing on my lap as you ride my cock up and down, my hips lifting up from the floor to meet you. I run my left hand down and start to stroke your clit as you slide your wet pussy up and down my cock faster, pushing it deep inside you. Your breath quickens and I feel your body shaking on me as you begin to cum, a small squeal escapes you as we thrust hard against each other. I feel myself cumming too, throbbing in you as my muscles flex with the spasms hitting me as I cum hard. Your fingers grab my shoulders and hold on as you thrust my cock deep inside you one final time before collapsing on my chest, your body trembling as you sigh into my neck and my arms wrap around you holding you close to me. I reach with one hand and lift your head to kiss you gently on your lips, before whispering in your ear, "I have been waiting for that and I am not sure if I am finished with you yet." I nibble you gently on the ear lobe as we lay in front of the fireplace, our bodies slowly relaxing, until you move and my cock slides out, us moving so we can lay with our bodies spooned, staring into the flames of the fireplace, enjoying the solitude after a passionate storm.
Suddenly, the tempo of the music changes and I re-appear, dancing slowly to the music. I smile and wink at you, blowing you a kiss as I slowly start to strip for you. Taking off my jacket and tossing it away, I slowly start to unbutton my shirt, my fingers moving down each button, until it is open. I pull the shirt from my jeans and dance over to you, leaning back so you can pull it off by the sleeves. As I feel the air on my chest I dance away again, teasing you with my moves, running my hands over my body. I continue to dance, my eyes closed as I reach to undo my pants, running my hands inside to cup myself. I throw my head back as I start to slip my pants off, sliding them slowly down and off, kicking them to the side. I stand before you only in my silk boxers, body glistening from the heat of the fire.
I dance over and kneel in front of you, leaning forward to gently kiss you, before taking your hands and pulling you to a standing position. I pull you against me, as I kiss you passionately, my tongue stroking yours as I suck it gently into my mouth. My hands run up and down your back, feeling your hands on my chest, rubbing across my hard nipples. I reach for the buttons of your shirt, undoing them one by one, looking you in the eyes, my desire for you obvious in them. Finally unbuttoned, I slide your shirt off, running my mouth across your shoulders as I do, gently nibbling your soft skin. I hear your moan as I run my tongue up the side of your neck and I growl softly in response. My teeth tug gently on your ear and I whisper to you "This night is all for you, I am going to love you like no other ever has." I unclasp your bra, sliding my hands around to cup your breasts gently, then sliding your bra down your arms, dropping it. My hands reach to undo your pants, slowly sliding them down as my mouth kisses down your body, pushing your underwear down at the same time, until you lift your feet and I toss them to the side.
Your hands push my boxers down my hips until they slide off and I am nude like you. I take you into my arms, pulling your body tight against mine, my teeth gently nibbling on your lower lip, sucking it into my mouth as I run my tongue between your lips to tease the tip of your tongue with mine. Our kiss deepens as our bodies move against each other, dancing a slow erotic dance as we slowly start to sink to the pillows. The fireplace flames reflecting on our bodies, as I gently push you back and cover your body with mine, my hips settling between your legs. As I settle between your legs, my mouth goes to your neck, teeth gently nibbling on the skin. I hear your low moan and lick softly up your neck, raising myself up on one elbow. With my free hand, I stroke gently down your side, fingertips trailing gently over your skin, raising goosebumps as they go. My tongue runs inside your ear as I softly whisper " I have wanted you for a long time" and tug on your ear lobe with my teeth. My hands runs between our bodies, cupping you to feel your heat, my mouth covering yours to kiss you deeply, passionately. Slowly I start to slide my body up and down yours, delicious friction stirring our fires, making our skin burn. Lifting my mouth from yours, I trace your lips with my tongue, and chuckle softly. Raising myself to my hands, my mouth moves again to your neck, sucking the skin as my teeth nibble, my tongue teases.
My body starts to slide down yours as I kiss across your shoulders, mouth hot on your skin, feeling the heat of your skin against my tongue. I lick down your chest, mouth moving to the side of your breast, softly kissing the tender skin there before my tongue trails across your skin, tasting you as it goes. I run my tongue around your nipple, just the tip touching your skin, close to but not touching your nipple, my hot breath flowing across it as it hardens. I feel your hands in my hair, pulling my head to you as I gently nibble your nipple and hear you moan. Sucking your nipple into my mouth, I tease the tip with my tongue as I roll it across my teeth. I stop sucking on it as my mouth trails kisses across your chest to tease your other nipple to matching hardness, feeling your body moving against mine, answering my hunger. I slide further down your body, tongue trailing down the center of your stomach, leaning so one hand can reach to roll your nipples between my fingers.
I settle my shoulders between your legs, kissing the lower part of your stomach as I do, feeling your legs drape themselves over my shoulders. My hand runs from your nipples down the center of your stomach, my short nails softly raking your skin, feeling you shiver under my touch. My fingers reach, slowly spreading your lips, as I take the tip of my tongue and lick down to touch just the tip of your hard clit with my tongue. Stroking gently across it up and down, then sliding down to lick inside you, tasting your juices on my tongue. My tongue pushes deeper inside you feeling you throb around it as my thumb slowly strokes your clit, feeling your hips begin to move to the rhythm of my mouth. I curl my tongue inside you, feeling you clench around it as I move it in and out, licking and tasting you as your juices flow into my mouth. My tongue licks back up to take the place of my thumb, flicking gently across your clit, stroking it around and around, before pulling it between my lips, rolling it across my teeth as I suck gently on it.
I feel your body jerking against my tongue as it licks and strokes you faster, pressing against your body. One hand cups your ass, as the other rolls first one, then the other nipple between my fingertips, gently squeezing their hardness. I feel your hands on my head pulling me from you and I look up into your eyes, giving you a tender smile. I kiss your clit, then slowly start to slide my mouth back up your body, nibbling and licking your skin as I go. I once again settle my hips between your legs, my mouth covering yours, my tongue stroking yours as I suck it in and out of my mouth.I settle once again between your legs, feeling them clench around my waist. My mouth tasting yours, the essence of you still on my lips. I groan softly into your mouth as I slide my hips against you, my cock hard and throbbing between us. My hardness rubbing against you as my mouth devours yours, my passion for you driving my thoughts now. I take your hand, place it on my cock for you to feel how excited you make me, how hard I am for you.
Taking your hand away, I pull back from you and slowly turn you to your stomach. I cover your body with mine as my tongue licks up the back of your neck and my teeth tug gently on your skin. Sliding my body down yours, you can feel the hair on my chest brushing softly against your skin. I begin to run my tongue down your spine, hearing you moan in response, your body rising against my mouth. As my tongue reaches the lower part of your spine, my teeth begin to tenderly nibble your skin, moving to the side, to the tender skin of your waist. Kneeling between your legs, I put my hands on your hips and raise you to your knees, still licking and nibbling your back.
With one hand, I stroke your breasts, fingers teasing your nipples, over and over. As I gently kiss over your back, my hand runs down your stomach, reaching between your legs to lightly stroke your clit, feeling you move against the ministrations of my fingers stroking you. I reach further back and pull my cock against you, rubbing it over your clit, my hips moving against you. I keep the head of my cock on your clit, massaging you this way as my tongue licks all over your back, hips moving back and forth. You reach back with one hand and take my cock away guiding it lower so it starts to slip inside you. I guide the head slowly inside you and start to move in short thrusts, the head of my cock rubbing on your g-spot, I feel your body jerking in response.
Your hips start to press back against me and I begin to slide my cock further in you, slowly, until my hips rest against your ass and I am buried deep in you. I stay like this as I reach with one hand and again rub your clit gently, your moans making me growl softly. I take your hips in my hands and slowly start to thrust in and out, pulling almost all of the way out before pushing all the way back in, my cock going deep inside you. I feel you clenching around me as I start to move faster, my hands on your hips guiding you against me. On your elbows, you reach back with one hand and start to stroke your clit as I move with long hard strokes. My cock stretching you as it starts to pound in and out of you, my hips moving faster against you as I thrust deep, feeling you press back against me. Your moans and sighs drive me wild and I move in you faster and harder, my hips circling against you so my cock touches every single inch of your wet pussy. I feel the signs that you are close to orgasm and I stroke deeper and harder, allowing you to enjoy the feel of my cock inside you as it slides in and out, coated with your juices. I reach up with one hand and run a single finger down your spine, as my hand reaches your ass, I use it to slowly push you away from me, sliding my cock from inside you.
As you groan in frustration, I whisper to you "I want this to last, I want to take you in every way possible, I want to drive you wild with wanting me." I slowly push you down and turn you over, laying beside you, kissing you once again as my hands stroke over your body. I lay beside you, my tongue tracing your lips before slipping in to tease your tongue. My hands run up and down your body before pulling you to me. Our bodies pressed against each other, I roll to my back, pulling you on top of me. Your body trembles with desire as you slide up and down my rock hard body, kissing me deeply and passionately. My hands run down your side, to your legs, holding them as I sit up with you straddling my lap. My mouth goes to your neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin, as your fingers intertwine in my hair and I hear your low moans. I flex my thighs and lift you up from my lap, running a hand between us, taking one finger and stroking your clit, massaging it up and down. Your hips move your clit against my finger and I can tell by the response of your body that it is time. I move my hand and take one of yours in it, guiding it down until you grasp my hard cock in it.
Holding it tight, you start to guide it inside your wet, throbbing pussy, sliding slowly down it. I groan as your tightness engulfs me inch by inch, until finally I am buried completely inside you, you stop moving with me filling you and we kiss passionately, tongues intertwined. I put my hands on your hips and start to guide you up and down, sliding my cock in and out of your pussy slowly at first, then faster as I feel you clenching me. Your hands go to my shoulders as you throw your head back, moaning, sliding up my cock until it almost slips out then down until it fills you completely, over and over again. I bend my head and suck on your nipples, my teeth and tongue teasing them over and over, until I lay back, reaching up with my hands to gently squeeze them with my fingers. Your hands are on my chest, fingers digging into the muscles as you slide up and down my cock faster, me lifting my hips to meet you as I thrust deep inside you.
Our movements quicken, you bouncing on my lap as you ride my cock up and down, my hips lifting up from the floor to meet you. I run my left hand down and start to stroke your clit as you slide your wet pussy up and down my cock faster, pushing it deep inside you. Your breath quickens and I feel your body shaking on me as you begin to cum, a small squeal escapes you as we thrust hard against each other. I feel myself cumming too, throbbing in you as my muscles flex with the spasms hitting me as I cum hard. Your fingers grab my shoulders and hold on as you thrust my cock deep inside you one final time before collapsing on my chest, your body trembling as you sigh into my neck and my arms wrap around you holding you close to me. I reach with one hand and lift your head to kiss you gently on your lips, before whispering in your ear, "I have been waiting for that and I am not sure if I am finished with you yet." I nibble you gently on the ear lobe as we lay in front of the fireplace, our bodies slowly relaxing, until you move and my cock slides out, us moving so we can lay with our bodies spooned, staring into the flames of the fireplace, enjoying the solitude after a passionate storm.
STORY: IN AN ELEVATOR
We had both been working so hard and been so busy all week. You were wonderful enough to suggest a romantic evening out. We decided on a fancy restaurant (any excuse for me to wear a slinky dress and a garter belt). I decide that I'm gonna wear a slinky little red dress, and nothing but the garter belt and stockings underneath.
You decide to take me to a quaint little Italian restaurant, and just before we are seated, I say, 'Honey guess what I'm not wearing.' I see you blush when you realize I'm pretty much naked underneath my dress. You sit next to me, and I let my hand slide down to your lap after the waitress takes our drink order....
I unzip your trousers, and I slowly easy your semi-hard cock out. I finger the head of your cock with my thumb, and you start to nuzzle on my ear. Mmm, your tongue is so soft and moist...as you start trailing my ear lobe with it.
I feel your breathing coming more and more unsteady, as I stroke you faster and faster....I love how your cock reacts when I play with it. Mmm, you're so big.
I feel you reach down and stroke my smooth, completely shaved pussy, you spread my outer lips, and I tremble as I feel you starting to go to work on my clit.
You tweak my clit with your thumb and index finger, and I jump in my seat a little and blush. I can feel you wanting to come, so I stroke and stroke...you can barely breath now....Your face is getting pretty red too.
Just as I feel you ready to cum, I slip down under the table....and I start to suck you off....You have your hand on the back of my head....and your cock is so far down my throat.....I suck up every drop....
As I jump out from under the table, you say to me, 'The waitress already came to take our orders, I hope you don't mind what I got you.'
Our dinner was pretty uneventful...we played footsies all the way through, flirted and kissed each other sweetly. Little do I know what you have in store for me after dinner.
We drive downtown, which is way out of the way as far as our apartments are concerned. As we pass through the forest of skyscrapers, you say, 'Honey, I have a surprise for you.'
You pull off at this huge building....we walk up to the door, and you give the on duty security guard a wink. I look at you having no idea what you're up to. 'What are we doing here,' I ask. You just wink and say, 'you'll see.'
We walk toward the elevator, which I notice is one of those glass outdoor elevators...and it hits me. You're gonna give me my ultimate fantasy! I jump up into your arms, and say, 'Really?! Thank you! Thank you!'
As soon as the doors close, you hold me tighter, and I start kissing your neck. Our kissing becomes harder and more passionate as we're groping each other. By the time we get to the top floor, my dress is off, and I'm leaning against the back of the elevator.
You only stop long enough to reach over and push the button, keep the elevator on the top floor. Instantly you're out of your suit and you have me up against the wall again. Me, in nothing but my garter belt.
You take my hands and put them over my head....I'm against the elevator, totally exposed to you. My pert tits and hard nipples are aching for you to play with them, and I can feel my juices running down my leg. I'm so hot and ready for you, and you haven't even done anything to me yet.
The fact that you haven't touched me yet is soon rectified by you kissing my face, sucking on my lower lip, and nibbling my neck. Since you're using one hand to hold my hands over my head, you use the other one to first, stroke my breasts and pinch my nipples, and then trace it down my stomach and cup my pussy.
You bend down and begin to alternatively suck and lightly bite on my nipples. I can barely contain myself, God I need you in me so bad....I begin to moan and writhe underneath your perfect nips and licks....God, baby, you make me so fucking hot....
My whole body feels on fire, I feel like I'm going to explode.....You reach your first finger into my already sopping wet cunt, and I have my first orgasm....Wave after wave of ecstasy that permeates from my stomach to my inner thighs....I'm lost in my own world of pleasure, and only brought back to reality when I feel you slip in one more finger.....
Oh God, I'm gonna go insane, I can barely breathe, and I've lost all control. A third finger goes in, and I find it amazing that you can make me feel even hotter..... I'm also amazed that your fingers haven't slipped out, due to the fact that I'm so soaked....
At this point, my moans and screams have become whimpers and I almost begin to sob. I need you so bad, I'm almost past my breaking point. I beg you over and over again, 'Please, baby, please, fuck me!'
You take your cock, and begin teasing my rock hard clit with it. Up and down, around in circles. I'm sweating profusely, I can't take it anymore, I'm going mad....I scream, 'NOW, DAMMIT!'
At that, you take your massive fuck tool, and ram it all the way up into my tight pussy....
My eyes bulge out, you're so big, no matter how wet I am, I can always feel your big cock stretching and spreading me...My lips parting for you, my inner folds yielding to that girth you possess. I love how full you make me feel.
You fuck me like you're a possessed animal...ramming in and out...biting and nipping at my tits as you fuck me harder and harder.... I can't even keep up with the ferocity of your strokes. I don't even bother, I can do nothing but let your thrusts push me up and down....
You wrap your arms around my waist and you're practically holding me up by just your cock.... Harder and harder, you're reaming my pussy so good...my juices are flowing out like a geyser....
'Baby, I'm going to CUM!!' I can hear you scream, and I brace myself for your white hot load... Oh, God....you shoot your cum so far into me, all I can do is remain perfectly still, although the velocity of your cum knocks me back a bit.
I lay back against the elevator, still in a fog from the most intense lovemaking session ever. In my haze, I can see the faint lights of the other buildings and the stars in the clear night sky. I whisper in your ear, 'it was like making love on a cloud.'
After a short respite, we clean ourselves up and get dressed. As we walk out of the elevator and to the lobby, the security guard gives you a mischievous grin. You say, 'Thanks, man.' To which the security guard looks me up and down and says, 'No thank you.'
In my heart have this strange feeling, I look at you and you say, 'Honey didn't you notice there was a camera in the elevator?'
You decide to take me to a quaint little Italian restaurant, and just before we are seated, I say, 'Honey guess what I'm not wearing.' I see you blush when you realize I'm pretty much naked underneath my dress. You sit next to me, and I let my hand slide down to your lap after the waitress takes our drink order....
I unzip your trousers, and I slowly easy your semi-hard cock out. I finger the head of your cock with my thumb, and you start to nuzzle on my ear. Mmm, your tongue is so soft and moist...as you start trailing my ear lobe with it.
I feel your breathing coming more and more unsteady, as I stroke you faster and faster....I love how your cock reacts when I play with it. Mmm, you're so big.
I feel you reach down and stroke my smooth, completely shaved pussy, you spread my outer lips, and I tremble as I feel you starting to go to work on my clit.
You tweak my clit with your thumb and index finger, and I jump in my seat a little and blush. I can feel you wanting to come, so I stroke and stroke...you can barely breath now....Your face is getting pretty red too.
Just as I feel you ready to cum, I slip down under the table....and I start to suck you off....You have your hand on the back of my head....and your cock is so far down my throat.....I suck up every drop....
As I jump out from under the table, you say to me, 'The waitress already came to take our orders, I hope you don't mind what I got you.'
Our dinner was pretty uneventful...we played footsies all the way through, flirted and kissed each other sweetly. Little do I know what you have in store for me after dinner.
We drive downtown, which is way out of the way as far as our apartments are concerned. As we pass through the forest of skyscrapers, you say, 'Honey, I have a surprise for you.'
You pull off at this huge building....we walk up to the door, and you give the on duty security guard a wink. I look at you having no idea what you're up to. 'What are we doing here,' I ask. You just wink and say, 'you'll see.'
We walk toward the elevator, which I notice is one of those glass outdoor elevators...and it hits me. You're gonna give me my ultimate fantasy! I jump up into your arms, and say, 'Really?! Thank you! Thank you!'
As soon as the doors close, you hold me tighter, and I start kissing your neck. Our kissing becomes harder and more passionate as we're groping each other. By the time we get to the top floor, my dress is off, and I'm leaning against the back of the elevator.
You only stop long enough to reach over and push the button, keep the elevator on the top floor. Instantly you're out of your suit and you have me up against the wall again. Me, in nothing but my garter belt.
You take my hands and put them over my head....I'm against the elevator, totally exposed to you. My pert tits and hard nipples are aching for you to play with them, and I can feel my juices running down my leg. I'm so hot and ready for you, and you haven't even done anything to me yet.
The fact that you haven't touched me yet is soon rectified by you kissing my face, sucking on my lower lip, and nibbling my neck. Since you're using one hand to hold my hands over my head, you use the other one to first, stroke my breasts and pinch my nipples, and then trace it down my stomach and cup my pussy.
You bend down and begin to alternatively suck and lightly bite on my nipples. I can barely contain myself, God I need you in me so bad....I begin to moan and writhe underneath your perfect nips and licks....God, baby, you make me so fucking hot....
My whole body feels on fire, I feel like I'm going to explode.....You reach your first finger into my already sopping wet cunt, and I have my first orgasm....Wave after wave of ecstasy that permeates from my stomach to my inner thighs....I'm lost in my own world of pleasure, and only brought back to reality when I feel you slip in one more finger.....
Oh God, I'm gonna go insane, I can barely breathe, and I've lost all control. A third finger goes in, and I find it amazing that you can make me feel even hotter..... I'm also amazed that your fingers haven't slipped out, due to the fact that I'm so soaked....
At this point, my moans and screams have become whimpers and I almost begin to sob. I need you so bad, I'm almost past my breaking point. I beg you over and over again, 'Please, baby, please, fuck me!'
You take your cock, and begin teasing my rock hard clit with it. Up and down, around in circles. I'm sweating profusely, I can't take it anymore, I'm going mad....I scream, 'NOW, DAMMIT!'
At that, you take your massive fuck tool, and ram it all the way up into my tight pussy....
My eyes bulge out, you're so big, no matter how wet I am, I can always feel your big cock stretching and spreading me...My lips parting for you, my inner folds yielding to that girth you possess. I love how full you make me feel.
You fuck me like you're a possessed animal...ramming in and out...biting and nipping at my tits as you fuck me harder and harder.... I can't even keep up with the ferocity of your strokes. I don't even bother, I can do nothing but let your thrusts push me up and down....
You wrap your arms around my waist and you're practically holding me up by just your cock.... Harder and harder, you're reaming my pussy so good...my juices are flowing out like a geyser....
'Baby, I'm going to CUM!!' I can hear you scream, and I brace myself for your white hot load... Oh, God....you shoot your cum so far into me, all I can do is remain perfectly still, although the velocity of your cum knocks me back a bit.
I lay back against the elevator, still in a fog from the most intense lovemaking session ever. In my haze, I can see the faint lights of the other buildings and the stars in the clear night sky. I whisper in your ear, 'it was like making love on a cloud.'
After a short respite, we clean ourselves up and get dressed. As we walk out of the elevator and to the lobby, the security guard gives you a mischievous grin. You say, 'Thanks, man.' To which the security guard looks me up and down and says, 'No thank you.'
In my heart have this strange feeling, I look at you and you say, 'Honey didn't you notice there was a camera in the elevator?'
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