Imagine…
You’ve created a different kind of
summer for me these days. Plenty to keep
me hot and wet even without the sun!
*grins* It’s been so long that I’m surprised I’m not re-virginized! I’m so damned tight, tense & hot I’m
about to implode! Oh what I wouldn’t
give for the right catalyst! *wink*
Again it’s a late night for me and I’ve been looking at your pics. All I can think about is putting my arms
around your neck, pressing my breasts into the wall of your chest then dancing
to that primal music lead by the throbbing of our hearts, swaying my hips
against the expansion of your answering need as you pull my hips into you to
impress your hardness into my softness.
I want to feel the pressure of your lips against mine, taste you as our
tongues invade the warmth of each others mouths. As I told you before, I love kissing. Long, deep kisses that grow in intensity till
our senses are reeling and we’re breathless!
I want to hold your face in my hands, trace the contours of your brow,
feel the pulse at your temples quicken as I fall into the depths of your eyes,
feel the roughness of the hair on your face against the smoothness of my cheek
as I nibble on your ear lobe, breathing my whispered moans of need into your
ear. Kissing down the column of your
neck and feeling the racing of your pulse as your heated blood thunders through
your veins to match the rhythm of my own.
I want to tease that hollow at the base of your throat with the tip of
my tongue till you tip your head back in the fervor of surrendering the tender
spot to the demands of my lips before I move to nip and suck at the skin over
your collar bones. Good God I love the
image in my mind! So simple a thing as to
see your head thrown back, the muscles in your neck strained and tight as your
passion washes over you makes my breathing increase, gives me goose bumps, my
nipples hard and my pussy clench! I want
to feel your hands cupping my breasts, kneading them together, thumbing over my
nipples then rolling them between your fingers, pinching them, pulling them
into hard knots standing at attention waiting for more. I want to feel your hand tangled in my hair
pulling my head back to allow you to bite and mark my neck and shoulders like I
have yours. I want to feel the warmth of
your mouth trail down my chest to find the peaks of my nipples, watch your face
transfixed and the need glaze your eyes as you swirl the tip of your tongue
around my straining buds before you envelope them with your lips, sucking them
in, one then the other, nursing with fervent
greed. I want to lay back,
as you kiss down my tummy, your
beautiful long hair trailing feathery tendrils of delight down my skin. Feeling your hands stroking my thighs then
moving inward to stroke the fine hair covering the mons of my sex. Slipping your fingers between the outer folds
to find the flood of wetness inside the inner excitedly blushing petals. My hips move in time with your hand, speaking
their own plea for more. Gasping as you
insert one then two then three fingers into the soaking center of my
passage. You turn your hand upward,
stroking the hidden spongy spot at the front of the wall of my clenching
muscles just as you bring your tongue tip to lazily tease around the outside of
my clit, working inward till your mouth covers it and you run your tongue flat
and long over it. I clench my hands in
your hair, puling your mouth harder against my pussy as I grind my hips into
your face as a wave of the purest pleasure forces a loud cry of surrender from
my throat. You remove your fingers only
to replace them with the exquisite torture of your mouth. Your tongue stabbing, rolling, stroking,
lapping at the fountain of nectar my flower bestows to a conquering lover. My breathing is bursting from my lungs, my
head thrashing from side to side. I
praise you, encourage you while I ride your mouth until I tense, shudder and
explode.
You lift your handsome face from
between my thighs, smiling, the hair on you face still damp from my
juices. Our eyes lock and you lick your
lips slowly, savoring the flavor of me.
The breath catches in my throat.
You stroke the tops of my thighs before using your hand to direct me to
roll over onto my stomach. I flip over,
putting my legs to either side of yours then slowly tantalizingly raise my
rounded ass upward, swaying alluringly before your smiling face. Before I surrender fully to the position I
rise up on my knees, reaching behind to grasp your lovely hardness and lifting
the other up above my head to guide your head forward, tilt my head to the
side, inviting you to feast on the flesh of my neck while I press my back
against the unyielding wall of your body.
I stroke your hair as you dip your head down to lick, kiss then bite the
pulse pounding in my throat. You look
over my shoulder as you wrap your arms around me from behind; grasping my
breasts, molding them in your hands to bound the pliant mounds to please your
eyes. One breast is released so that you
can again reach between my legs to caress my very sensitive engorged clit. Your hips move rhythmically as you thrust
your steely staff between the cushioned cleavage of my ass that my hand has
directed you to, copious pre-cum allows for effortless movement. There’s spectacular sensation as your cock
slides against the small puckered orifice.
A tremor shudders through my body in response. I wonder which will be your pleasure tonight,
knowing it didn’t matter because I’d be delighted with either. I press back against your cock,
encouragingly. You put your hand in the middle of my back, pushing me
forward. I again bend forward, leaning
on my elbows, tossing my long platinum hair back, arching my back to undulate
my hips in circles against your pelvis.
You smooth your hands over my full round cheeks, growling appreciatively
before smacking the pale flesh, not hard enough to be really painful but enough
to sting, color the skin and cause me to inhale quickly in response. You talk to me, ask me how I like what you’re
doing, telling me what you want to do. I
respond breathless, panting. You take
your member in your hand, tapping it against my small tight anus. Then you move forward to position it against
my clit where you bump forward, nudging the swollen nerve packed nub to
screaming attention. You moan and smile,
loving my response to your teasing but the delicious torment is beginning to
overwhelm us both, driving us to frenzy.
You move the sensitive head to the inner lips of my dripping canal,
slipping just slightly inside. Grabbing
both my hips you drive deep, burying yourself to the hilt. You pause, savoring the tight velvety vice of
my muscles gripping and releasing. Again
you move a slow luxurious stroke. Almost fully retreating then driving piston-like
smoothly forward. I press backwards,
matching your pace. You grasp my hair,
wrapping the soft length of it around your hand, drawing my head up so you can
see the expression of sensual pleasure on my face and the swinging of my
breasts moving in time to our strokes in the mirror built into the headboard. As the intensity builds I rock faster. You’re breathing is ragged, strained as you
watch yourself plunging in and out of me.
The darkened petals of my inner lips moving like butterfly wings caressing
your length as you move back and forth.
You feel your testicles smacking against the pillow of my swollen clit
and labia, feeling the tightening build.
You close your eyes, mouth open panting, and head thrown back. Both of your hands grasp my waist and you
increase your thrusts to jack hammer strength.
Our groans are reverberating around the room, the clap of wet flesh
against wet flesh as our nectars blend and smear both our groins. My upper body has collapsed forward onto the
pillows because my arms could no longer support my body which is weakened from
the intensity of exertion and emotion.
You swallow hard, opening you eyes to see my face as my body quakes with
breaking waves of climax. This hurls you
over the top and you muscles begin to seize you as spastically thrust a few
last times before sinking hard and deep to empty your seed into the clenching,
milking channel deep in my womb. As your
body relaxes you fall forward, blanketing my body with your own, still buried
as every last pearl is drained. We
murmur intimately to each other, content as our breathing returns to
normal. When you finally find some
strength returning you roll to the side, pulling me into the curve of your
body. I lean up to kiss you deeply,
stroking your face and hair before lying back down with my head on your
chest. As I listen to the beat of your
heart you listen to the sound of my softening breaths and we fall into unbroken
slumber in one another’s arms…
