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I am here, on your bed, dozing peacefully, fairest of white skin
stippled with the shadows the sun has spread upon my body: lace
curtains! Patterns of flowers and petals caress each pore,
darkening parts of my skin with beauty upon beauty. The covers
are astray, cascading in folds of pale satin shimmer, undaunted
and undimmed by the sight before your eyes. In dusk's softest
slumber I am there for you, unprotected and exposed before your
eyes, for you to take in as you wish, uninterrupted, to bask upon
love's object and admiration.
Whisper softly in my ear, that you love me, and I will be yours
In the quiet of the night, you came to me, and did whisper those
soft murmurings of sweet somethings... and I begged you to stay
here, at my side, by my side, till morning's dew settled,
sparkling on the petals of my mind. Without warning, or thought,
or care, you came to me, heedless of all but the thought that
there is no other world but ours. And I sensed this, and you made
me know it.
Whispers made, soft tickling warm breath in my ear roused me, and
I feel you now too. Shivers of expectation cause those oh so
knowing feelings, down deeply between my legs. Your tongue, like
a dainty butterfly, flickers its wings down, down from my earlobe
to that soft spot behind it. And now, I can hear you too! My
eyes, half slits, gaze upon your face, and see what before was
only a hope, a prayer, a humbling wish that perhaps you could
love me as I love you. And you do.
There is no other place to go now, and certainly nothing else to
do... Compelling desires are created by urgent love! You rise
yourself over me, forcing me with your need for me to offer my
greatest gift to you. You kiss me gently at first, those warmest
of lips initially upon my brow, and I slide my face closer to
yours, stroking my cheek against yours like a wanton child
needing more from you. Our lips touch, so lightly! Feathery
fine soft kisses you give me, and I feel the slightest nudge of a
tongue part my mouth, and my tongue meets yours in this
dance... swirling lightly, a minuet of motion. I can think of
nothing more than that same tongue moving and dancing over these
other wet lips of mine, and it thrills me. Now I can hear the
music of the dance change... and your kiss deepens and melts me,
the prodding urgency of your need to consume every last ounce of
my non-resistance brings me closer to that little death... What
power your kisses have!
No need to forget, there is more to be had. Your hand slips up
to my face, and you run the tip of your finger over my lips, left
to right, and back again. My tongue reaches the apex of your
finger and I lick it, tasting just that tiny part... a tease of
sorts, a promise too. With one fell move I take your finger in
my mouth, moist firm lips enclose around it and I take it all,
for me this time, for you the next. The finger is wet, and you
then take my left nipple with it, giving it the slightest
contact, only enough to make the nipple cool, and while it does,
it hardens, rising to meet your finger. Again you dip your
finger in my mouth, and titillate my right breast too. You bring
your mouth down upon these twin peaks here, and blow softly, so
only this lightest of breezes can be felt by cooled hardened
nipples: yours, to feel, to bury your head in, to surround
yourself between and keep you sheltered. That tiny hurricane of
warmed breath makes me pant, and you sense my breathlessness and
move onwards for more.
Light sensations no more: Your hands steal my breasts, engulfing
them in your large palms, making them hidden behind hands that
possess every inch of my body. Kneading, massaging these soft
cups of milky gel, you urge them up to your mouth. Bringing my
nipples together, you take the two in unison, nibbling and
biting, so that each side of me feels you, like two men, not one
is here. You are more than two men! You are three... no, four,
oh god... five! Every part of my body is moved by each touch, as
if you were more... and you are!
Dampness becomes a flood. My pussy swells and heats, oozing
droplets of wetness. Streams of slick juices wind around hairs
which cover my reservoir of love. Gently first you find it, but
not for long, as I arch myself closer to meet your exploration.
While your tongue again probes my mouth, your hand caresses my
clit, pacing each action in harmony with the other. I prod you
on with the urgency of my kiss, taking your head with my hands
and pull you closer, harder, and more violently... I need you!
Oh, god, I need you! Your fingers, first one, then two, plunge
abruptly into the depths of my vagina, surrounded by a pool of
slippery nectar. First you push deeply, high up, and as you
thrust, the butt of your hand meets my clit, a sensation almost
too much to bear, as I am near the brink, the edge, the climax,
the gift. Again! With an energy more forceful than the first,
you drive again, and again and again. I am helpless with desire,
and begging, almost begging for it never to end... DON'T STOP!
DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! DON'T! STOP!
But you do... oh, god... you s-t-o-p-p-e-d! BUT, praise be, only
to start again. This time, it isn't your hand I feel, but your
cock. That masterful, erect, primal phallus... aching member of
delight! You too can wait no more, for time tells, lust knows,
and love requires completion. Magnetically, your cock seeks its
home, its shelter, its satisfaction and mine. The sheets are
damp beneath us. On your knees above me, you watch, and our eyes
meet. Glistening brown pools of passionate desire meet your gray
green orbs, and we smile, just a bit, for we both know the
pinnacle is about to be reached. Your cock nestles just above my
entrance, and you slide the head from top to bottom, baptizing it
in the wetness of my need for you. Each stroke again excites me,
and you. I bring my legs up, around your shoulders, and you
enter me quickly, biting my legs, sucking the sides of my knees
as you push. My hips meet yours with each movement as my legs
pull upon your shoulders. Your cock is buried to the depths of
me, your balls rock and tickle the hairs at the base of my pussy
near my ass... all too much sensation! The muscles within me
wrap around your shaft; the muscles of my legs go taut. You
push, and push and push... again and again and again and again!
My hands take your hips and pull them closer to me in unison with
the rhythm of your loving. I see your face, tightened with the
strength of hunger and contorted in carnal fires. Closer we
draw, nearer, 'til the moment we seek can be prolonged no longer.
We implode, erupt, from the outside in. Waves of tumultuous
release cascade, beginning from our groins, throbbing waves of
tension passing, muscles twitching, bodies swaying, and we
collapse, prostrated by spent devotion.
Tell me that you love me, and I will stay with you forever! And
you do. And I do. We do!