Imagine...

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… 

 

Ass+u+me

I have someone in one of my circles on Google+ who happens to have a very lucrative business selling sex toys.  Today he made a statement on his stream that sort of threw me off balance a bit.  He said, “They say it’s important to know who your customer is, but do I really want to know who my customer is that buys the inflatable butt plug?” 

My reply was, “(name here) you probably already DO know the person who would buy this! Even for those we think we know we never really do down deep to their souls and souls hide lots of secrets we don't tell the world. So as I said, I'm betting you already do know them.” 

I started thinking about their statement, especially in light of how they make their living, and I got more put off with every path my mind traveled.  It struck me as a very ‘Rupert Murdock’ sort of attitude.  ‘I’ll sell them this product and gladly take their money but I wouldn’t associate personally with them knowing that they do business with me.’  A sort of moral judgment per sae but to who’s morality?  It’s a very narrow and unfair view of those who’s patronage they rely and capitalize on.  I’ve been on the internet for about 15 years & I’ve hung out in adult rooms, fetish rooms, as well as general interest rooms and I can tell you that the majority of the people who hang out in the more colorful places are just the same as all the rest of the ‘vanilla’ crowd, they are just a bit more open and expressive of that specific facet of their life.  As long as I’ve been around I’ve talked to a great many people on a great many subjects and I know that those who purchase & use sex toys are not ‘deviants’ or those who are socially questionable.  And for those who are ‘questionable’ they aren’t more or less so if they buy or use them.  They just simply are regardless of that fact.  I’m not saying that there aren’t deviants out there who do use them but just as every oak is a tree but every tree is not an oak, the same goes here.  Deviants may buy sex toys but not everyone who buys them is a deviant.

I suppose what bothered me the most about what he said was that it was a reflection of a way of thought that I find incredibly erroneous and virulent.  It’s a negative painting of a person’s character overall based on a single small facet of the whole of what makes them up.  Example: We had a teacher locally who was an exemplary educator, very well respected and liked by both colleagues and students, but it was found that he wrote erotic poetry under a pseudonym.  He never published anything where his students might find it, never wrote about any illegal sexual content and didn’t do his writing during working hours.  Yet he happened to tell someone who told someone who either had an axe to grind against him, probably jealousy, or was a prude who then ‘turned him in’ and he was fired!  The sentiment being, ‘They didn’t want someone with that kind of mentality teaching their children.’ WTF?!  Teachers are to be eunuchs or asexual now?  First and foremost, no one pays anyone enough money to be able to dictate what an individual does with their life outside the workplace.  Somehow that area is becoming more and more blurred, thus more and more dangerous to our personal freedoms.  I don’t know how the rest went after that but it’s certainly not the only case of its kind.  I’m hoping he sued, got damages and reimbursement for the lunacy he should never have had to endure and moved on to a place where minds weren’t as littered with pompous narrow minded ugliness. 

I’ve often wondered if there was a degree in which we are responsible for how others see or perceive us.  What portion is our responsibility to what is theirs because they are most certainly viewing us through their own filters.  At what point does our liability end and theirs begin?  Or perhaps the better question would be, why the hell aren’t more of us asking ourselves that question or even recognizing that this is a commonly practiced behavior?  My theory is that if we looked more closely at why we do the things we do and to what ends they bring us as well as all others affected we might not engage in more of the less than desired acts that we perpetrate one against the other.  We’ve gone from the adage of ‘think first, act later’ to just act out and not think at all.  Is this were the murder of common sense was committed?  Our thoughts are the same as our actions.  Intellect demands governors on action.  Not to restrain them but to direct them to their most productive end.  There is a need to examine why is it we come to the conclusions we do, see the filters that we see life through clearly so that we understand why we make the conclusions thus take the actions that we do.  I’d like to remind readers here that there is NO single person in this place or in this life that you can trust gives you absolute unerringly accurate information 100% of the time yet we believe, without question, what we tell ourselves…  Hmm, something wrong with that equation is there not? 

What I am entirely certain of is my G+ friend should be very aware that he has likely already been and will continue to be personally painted by the very same brush of misperception that he himself welds far too easily.

*EEB - Spank Me (02-12-2008)

You're sitting in your chair and I come to give you a kiss, I love kissing you so I do that whenever I get the chance. You smile at me, reach up and run your hand up my arm, caress my face then slide your hand to my waist. You pull me towards you - I'm expecting another kiss but instead you pull me across your knees, my behind exposed as the skirt I am wearing rides up higher as my omission of underwear is revealed. 'Mmm, you really are a naughty girl aren't you my sweet', you grin and rub your hand over the pale globes of my ass. Your hand rises as I feel and hear the crack of your hand against my soft flesh. The shock of the act makes me jump more than the sting on my now reddening skin. 'Ow! What was that for?!' I say with only a slight hint of indignation, the rest laughter and excitement in my voice. 'For being my bad girl of course!' While one arm held me fast the hand that had dealt the blow was now soothing, caressing, tracing the area with your fingertips. Your hand rises again and another smack resounds, again I jump but I moan because immediately after your hand fell you slipped it between my legs to the wet inner evidence of my growing excitement, traveling easily over my clit and into my warm walls. I clenched the muscles to grasp your wonderfully invading fingers and push into your hand. I could feel your cock, hard and straining against my side. Again you repeated this luscious torture as I squirmed and moaned more loudly each time. Your voice tight with barely restrained passion you tell me to stand, I do so, my skirt still high on my hips. You turn me towards the desk, facing away from you. Your hands open the front of my blouse, tipping my breasts free of my bra into your waiting hands. You pinch, roll and pull my nipples till they are hard knots in your hands as you fondle the full pliant flesh. Releasing my breasts you put one hand to my back and push me forward over the desk as you free your cock from your bulging and wet pants. I gasp as you're suddenly filling me, stretching my pussy around your hard shaft. You begin to slide back and forth inside me; I'm grasping the side of the desk for support, clenching my teeth as erotic intensity bursts inside my veins and begins to consume my body in a tidal wave of sensations. You push together then pull apart the globes of my ass, matching your stroke so as to tighten the fleshy muscles on the in stroke and watch your cock retreat, wet and shining, from the butterfly wings fluttering around it. 'Damn babe, I love it when you're bad…' you breathe. Again, another loud smack sounds, I thrust back, you thrust forward. I've released the desk with one of my hands and have reached between my legs to manipulate my clit, feeling your driving deeper and harder into me with every stroke. You smack then sooth my now very red ass as you thrust. The tempo has increased to frenzy; you grasp my hips driving yourself into my tightening pussy as orgasm rocks me. 'Oh Yesssssss!!! Oh god, ohhhh, I'm cumming!!! I whimpered tensely on my release. I feel your legs begin to tremble as you follow with your own hot cum flooding my insides. You lean against my back over the desk to support your shaking legs, your breathing labored and fast. You nuzzle into the back of my neck, breathing me into your overheated lungs, 'Jesus woman, what the hell have you done to me?!' I turn my head to the side and on a wicked grin say, 'I don't know but whatever it is I'm damned well going to keep doing it!!!'

*EEB - Some Like It Hot (02-07-2008)

The sky is an intense blue, funny how the hottest of days can come from such gorgeous skies… We've walked along the beach until we've found an isolated vacant area. The heat of summer is upon us, the air moves but it's thick and heavy. Seems most would rather wait out the heat in air conditioning rather than play in the natural cooling water of the sea. Blessed relief can be found in the water that draws the excess heat from our bodies with cooling fingers. We drop the heavy cooler we've cared between us on the sand and throw out the blanket. Stripping down to our suits quickly you challenge, a grin lifting the corners of your mouth and making your eyes shine, "Race ya…' You run full tilt to the waters edge then turn to watch as I run to you, breasts bouncing naturally with my motion. Of course you won to the water - longer legs and practiced stride, but as you stand mesmerized by the hypnotic bounce of my breasts I pass you grinning and dive under the waves… You laugh at yourself and follow in hot pursuit of some sexy romping in the waves with me and your favorite floatation devices. We play, taunt and tease each other unmercifully until we both run out of the water to fall into a tangled heap on the blanket, bent with laughter and overly aware of how we are affecting the response and pulse of the other. Smiling I kneel by the cooler, pop open the top and ask if you'd like something to drink, you accept and I toss you a cold drink but I don't take one for myself. Instead I take out a piece of the ice and slip it into my mouth. 'You know,' I say, over emphasizing my words so that I'm understood over the rapidly melting ice that I'm sliding from one side of my mouth to the other, 'what they say about people who eat ice don't you?' 'Um, they have cold lips?' you wink but look back at me questioning. I grin, my eyes sparkling with devilment, 'That people who eat ice do so as a sign they are in a state of sexual repression just begging for release.' 'Hmm, don't know that I've ever heard that before… Think it's true?' The light of excitement burning brighter as your eyes roamed assessing over my body before you scanned to check that we were still very alone on our stretch of beach. As you'd done that I'd reached back into the cooler to get another piece of ice for my mouth and moved to sit next to you. When you turned back towards me I kissed you. 'See, I was right, cold lips…' you spoke in an intimate tone. I smiled, moving the ice around in my mouth then leaned to press those cold lips to your left nipple, letting the ice rest against the instantly erect nipple ring now between my teeth as my icy tongue danced around the areola, the metal drawing the icy pleasure deep into the root, that magic connection between cock and nipple fused, you felt the instant response as hot blood flooded the chambers, straining and throbbing steel rising in it's own demand for attention. Your breath caught, mouth falling open as you inhale quickly at the sudden, intense sensation of cold on very warm skin. You lean backwards till you have propped yourself up on your elbows and watch as I purse the cube between my lips moving from one tight point to the other, your nerve ending screaming in pleasure. You tip your head backwards, mouth opening in both pleasure and need to take in air as your rate of breathing increases. Mmm, your exposed throat is too much for me to neglect. I grin again as I close in on that tender spot just to the side of the corded muscle of your throat and above your collar bone. Your head instantly tips to the opposite side allowing me access but bringing you closer to me as you raise one hand and hold the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as I trace cool lines with my tongue over your shoulder. 'Mmm, that's very nice…' you almost purr. I remove the much smaller piece of ice from my mouth and whisper, 'Just wait for what's next…' My mouth still cool and wet from the ice I kiss you, loving the contrast of my cool lips and tongue moving passionately over the warmth of yours. The ice has melted in my hand and I reach quickly for another piece as I push you gently back to lying on the blanket. I sit by your legs and you know what's coming next as I smile, slip it in my mouth and release your straining cock from your waistband then pushing the trunks down your legs. 'Mmm, beautiful," I coo over the ice chilling my hungry mouth as I descend. I hold the ice in the back of my mouth and let the tip on my cold tongue lavish the already weeping opening before I circle the ridge around the head with tiny short flicks. Then slowly, so that the cool water from the melting ice trickles from my mouth as I begin at the base with my tongue widened and flutter it as I lick back up to the tip. You're moaning, 'OMG! OMG!' as the muscles in your stomach and thighs tighten in response to the copious stimulus I'm imparting to eager nerves. Your hips rise to meet my mouth, your body begging in its own language for more. I remove the ice, unable to accommodate both it and you, before I wrap my frosty sucking mouth over your lovely rigid, heated shaft. Slow strokes, up and down to let you feel more intensely your movements between my lips as I pull you deeper with each stroke from me and thrust from you. One of your hands was in my hair, the other pulling the nipple ring. One of my hands caressing the other nipple while I held the ice in my other, letting the heat from my hand melt the ice so that cold water dripped over your balls and thighs, running in maddening rivulets over your flesh. A desperate grasp at control made you sit bolt upright and pull me forcibly against your chest, 'Oh no you don't minx! Now it's your turn…' Voice deep, slightly shaking along with your legs, you reach for the cooler, pulling me to my back as you lean across the blanket. You pull out a large piece of ice, 'you're never gonna fit that in your mouth…' I laugh. 'Who said I was going to try… Just wait my dear, I have plans of my own for you…' you smile then lick your lips. 'Hmm, first we have to get you out of that pesky suit…' Eager passion has me up, out and back on the blanket in a blink. You chuckle, 'You don't appear very repressed to me…' 'I think that because I'm about to get everything I need to correct that condition!' I wink back and grin. With that you bend over to kiss me. I'm so lost in the glorious pleasure of kissing you, eyes closed, feeling your lips on mine, your tongue invading my mouth to challenge mine that I forgot the ice until your mouth captured my cry of surprise as you placed it directly on my nipple which hardened and throbbed in answer. Tiny freezing fingers of water began running in miniscule streams over the mound of flesh to pool in the valley between. You moved the ice away to replace it with your hot mouth, licking, sucking and rolling the hard pebble between your lips, pulling gently with your teeth then soothing again with your tongue. My back arched pressing my soft mound into your welcoming face. While one of my hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer still the other rolled and flicked the other nipple. You pushed that hand away so that you could bring the ice to that nipple, watching it contract and harden under the circles you drew in ever smaller circles around the whole breast before again slipping the ice lazily over the pink peak. I moan, breathing heavier, chest rising and falling as I begin to move in sensual invitation for more. You move the ice oh so slowly over my body, chilling then heating the tissue with your mouth. The heat from my body having more to do with you than the day melts the ice rapidly. You kneel close to my head as you reach for more ice, seeing such a wonderful prize so close I again seize your throbbing cock, pulling you deeply into my now warm sucking velvet soft mouth. 'Mmm, oh yes honey, I love that but now it's my turn so just a little while longer…' you gently pull yourself away from me, I lick the outside corner of my mouth to bring the precum that has smeared my cheek into my mouth, loving the taste of you. You lean to kiss me again, smile wickedly, pop the ice into your mouth then scramble between my legs, pushing my knees apart and bending my legs up to open me wide to your ministrations and my pleasures. You begin by planting tiny cold kisses from just beside my knee down my thighs. Your fingers were softly stroking the silky smooth butterfly wings, spreading the nectar already flowing over her satin folds. I feel your breath, an odd combination of hot and cold, blowing over the swollen button of my clit as your fingers hold it for the lightest of strokes from your cold tongue. I gasp as you let the ice slip forward making direct contact with my engorged clit, my hips thrust upward, I cry out your name and you bury your face against my pussy. I clutch the blanket as I feel you push the ice from your mouth deep inside my convulsing walls with your tongue then suck it back out into your mouth. ''OMG! You're driving me crazy!' I yelp as my hips are grinding into you trying to absorb the incredible impact of your lips and the ice providing such sweet torture. The rest of my body has broken out in sweat as I begin undulating, moving, dancing a sirens dance under your skillful orchestrations. 'Oh please, I need you now! I need you inside me now!' I plead. You sit back; pull my legs over your thighs as I sit up and with one last push of your fingers the now very small sliver of ice slips back inside me to be followed by your cock pushing it in further as our bodies melt into each other in passionate rhythmic thrusts and grinds. Our hands grasp, caress, explore, needing the feel of each other, coaxing each other higher as our wet bodies join in the most soulful of all unions. As the tension builds the need to consume grows. 'I want you deeper, harder, I want you, no, I need you so much…' We're both panting, mindless but the need is so demanding in us both. It's frenzy. I push you backwards then shift my legs so that I am straddling your hips. Your hands reach up to push my breasts together, kneading them, rolling my nipples between your fingers. I take them in my own hands, licking them as you watch through passion glazed eyes, leaning forward offering my nipple to your lips as I use my now free hands to dance and pull yours. I'm riding you, my ass slapping your hips as I buck my clenching pussy up and down over your growing cock. Your hands grasp my hips, holding me while you thrust up, deeper still, my hands at my pussy feeling you pounding in and out while smacking then rubbing my clit in time to your strokes. Our moans are loud, wild, drowning out the sound of the sea. 'I'm cumming!!! Oh God, NOW!!!' All my muscles, outside and in, spasm, tremble and jerk as the most intense orgasm I've ever had washes over both of us for mine has triggered yours. We are exploding into one another, filling, being filled and overflowing, our bodies joined into one continuous being, sensing from and through each other. I sat there for a while, catching my breath, feeling my convulsing muscles milking you dry, always hungry for every drop of you. Slowly I moved next to you, holding each other, pushing the wet hair away from each others face, kissing, joyful at what we'd shared yet a small part sad that it had ended. Our eyes searching each others face… "Think they'll be ice left for a little later?' You smile wickedly. 'Oh yes! I'm sure there will be!' I grin. Let's go play some more and get wet all over again!'OK, so the next time you are drinking anything that has ice in it I expect you to be thinking of this adventure and smile for me.

*EEB - A Bedtime Story for a Hot Summer Night (09-06-2007)

I have written for as long as I can remember. About anything and everything. It's been my sanity, my sounding board and my release throughout life. One of my favorite things to write, when need of a bit of extra release of those um, creative juices is required, is erotica. I don't just toss it off in quickie fashion, I like to embellish with as many nuances as I can get in them. I try to write so that my reader is right there with me. (in the case or erotica that's a VERY good thing! *wink*) I also can't write it at the spur of the moment so no requests please. I do find it easier to write when I have a muse. This is a piece that I started last year and have only tonight felt properly inspired and motivated to complete. I hope you enjoy it!
Her heart and body aches with the tenderness and passion she feels as her gaze touches every beautiful inch of your still form. She hungrily peruses you while you sleep, her eyes caressing your nude body - relaxed, tranquil; uncovered by the sheet pushed to the side on a warm night. The windows open, allowing the cool night breeze to roll over you like a gentle tide. So deeply you sleep that you're unaware of the woman standing so still beside your bed, that curvaceous silhouette against the glow of the moonlit window. She stands, watching the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe deeply. Her body almost ethereal with iridescent light as she strokes lightly over her tight pink pebble hard nipples standing out on her ample breasts then following the line of an hourglass waist to the generous curve of her hip then on to the smooth mons below. Her shapely body gives evidence of the development of her sex. She is formed as a woman, not a teen age child. Startling pale blue eyes glow with a silvery light as she observes you greedily. How dare she want you so much… yet she does so with an overwhelming intensity she's never felt before. She can't control the desire that leaps like a living thing within her to claw ravenously at her insides as she silently breathes your name. Her gaze traces the long defined leg that is nearest her, the strength of the long muscles - an athlete's power, the reverse bell shape line of your hip bone emphasizing the place where your deceptively still member rests, the tan line evidence of where the sun had been allowed fortune to kiss, the flat sculpted surface of your stomach beckoning her caressing gaze to gently touch then rise higher. Twin tips stood out against heavily carved mounds of velvety flesh covering steel - she lingered on the gold ring that pierced the left point. A sigh fell from her parted lips. Continuing to follow the path she visually touches the sensual curve of your neck to your handsome face. Finely trimmed hair darkening your chiseled jaw and emphasized the fullness of that generous, welcoming mouth that could be so gentle and so demanding, eyelids hiding in sleep penetrating lapis pools she'd gladly drown in. Your long hair fanning the pillow showing glints of gold where sunlight had ran her fingers through it. A smile curved her parted lips but her fingers felt the rampant desire spilling forth from her center as she continued to play amongst her secret sacred garden. You are so peaceful as you sleep but she is set to rouse not only the man but the passion that she so easily sees lying banked just below the surface whenever she encounters you. She would stoke the flame and glory in the boundless rapturous consumption he promised.
She pulled her hands away from her wetness, sucking a finger into her mouth, tasting the evidence of her desire for you, wanting to add to it the flavor of your passions. She sat gently on the edge of the bed, silently reaching out to softly caress the nipple ring, allowing her finger tips to send a light vibration that your body readily responded to even in sleep. As the nipple contracted the ring was pulled upwards to stand at attention, asking for more. Her lips and tongue replace her fingers -- warm, wet and supple, urging the peak to hold out the ring in provocative incentive. You moan in your sleep, responsively moving your hand to the back of her head. She smiles over her task, needing no more encouragement. She moves to her knees beside you, wanting to trace your body with her hands and mouth. As she feathers light, balmy kisses and licks over your skin you slowly awake, a smile curving your mouth as you watch her with a smoldering radiance burnishing your eyes to a deeper blue. She hears the change in your breathing, she is so aware of you she can even detect so small a change. She looks up, shades of contrary blue igniting indigo flames as both pairs of eyes search the others face, needing to connect more than just physically. "Is this a dream?" she sighs, "I've been imagining this for so long… This has to be real…" As if to confirm the solidity of her senses she moves towards your face, lips parted as her breathing comes hot from her lips, her pulse visibly racing in her veins, her breasts lightly sliding over your chest so that you are both aware of the hard peaks being stimulated even more as they make bare contact with each other. You raise your hands, putting your fingers deep into the fiery auburn tresses of her long hair, stroking either side of her face with your thumbs as you draw her mouth to yours for a languid kiss, lips tormenting, coaxing an escalating response, sighs of pleasure issuing and blending from between two pairs of lips. She begins kissing the outside corners of your smile then tracing your lips with the sweet wet tip of her tongue teasingly till you suck it into your mouth, bringing her lips into deeper contact to your own. The kiss intensifies, tongues licking, dancing together, tasting the sweetness offered so willingly, igniting carnal hungers that demand fulfillment. Her long hair tickling sensuously where ever it touches as mouths challenge each other to explore their depths.
As much as she loves kissing you her appetite builds to taste more of you. With a soft moan she begins by kissing your eyelids gently closed, moving to kiss along the tickling, cushioning fur of your jaw line, her hot breath in your ear sending an electrical shock of pleasure washing over your body as she traces the curve of your ear lobe with her tongue before next trailing slowly down the arch of your neck. You groan as an intense wave of pleasure grips you and races up your spin as you press your head back into the softness of the pillow allowing her to feel your pulse quicken under her tormenting lips as she finds the dip at the base of your throat. Her persistent lips play over your collar bone before descending again to your nipple ring. Your hands have found the fullness of her breasts, lifting and weighing their supple heaviness in your palms, fingers rolling then flicking the pink buds into aching attention. She sighs with wanton approval at your touch. Her nursing becoming stronger as she circled each peak with her tongue before taking it between her lips and biting gently, hearing you moan with delight. Her fingernails trace circles over your sides that make you writhe with delight against her touch but she eases each tortured path by following with her mouth as she continues to trail down over your stomach. She wants to explore every inch of you, find all the places that heat your blood to fever pitch. She especially likes the reaction she gets as she traces then licks those wonderful hip bones. The skin is so close to the bone that the nerve endings jump in anticipation of her caress. "Hmmm…" comes her seductive approving sound. Your hands have been tracing her sides, soothing her back, fondling her breasts then tweaking her nipples and beginning to explore lower but she moves away from you, standing to walk with a sensual swaying, an alluring grace, to the bottom of the bed, taking each of your feet in her hands, massaging, stretching, maneuvering them in a relaxing way. Just as you close your eyes in appreciation she traces a fingernail up the instep of each foot. Your eyes fly open to see her grinning at you mischievously and you can't help but smile back. "Playing now are we?" a glint of mischief lighting your own eyes. "Oh no, just exploring…" she smiles. Next she kneels between your calves, running a hand up each leg - fingers grazing calmly over excited tissue, again stopping to tickle just behind your knees. You chuckle, "You know you're going to get it for that…" "Oh I very well intend to and very soon!" she said with a face flushed with her most eager smile and earnest intent to do just that. Her warm palms kneading the heavy muscles of your thighs; advance stimulus to the ecstasy that rocks your body as her mouth follows. Alternating between each leg she licks, tickles, lightly bites, and teases her way upwards, her tongue licking white hot flames over your skin as she advances.
She kneels between your knees, leaning forward so that her breasts swing heavily before she nestles them to either side of your pulsing cock, pillowing it between the generous mounds then pressing them together to form a warm deep valley. She moves her soft flesh over your shaft, tipping her head to capture the precum that glistens on the tip with each stroke. Her desire to taste you more fully has her moving back to lie between your legs, head resting on your thigh as she strokes your engorged staff and sack lightly with the barest of touches from her painted fingertips. The dark tips make a sexy contrast as they slide teasing over your jumping, contracting flesh. Her mouth follows her hands, licking softly, fluttering wickedly to make you moan and squirm beneath her skilled manipulations.
"Oh I want to eat you alive…" Desperate need filling her voice. Once said she engulfs your cock deeply in her hot demanding mouth, her hands caressing tantalizing patterns over twitching muscles and tissue. Squeezing strokes of rod and tickling fingers just behind the tightening balls have you sucking in air like a happily dying man. Her mouth takes the place of her hands and you gasp at the passionate assault, leaning up to hypnotically watch and take wondrous pleasure in your own devouring. Her hair falling in a gauzy curtain that conceals her passion filled face as she worships with her mouth the root of your masculinity. You want to see her face, want to watch the havoc of desire awash on her continence. You gently tuck the long hair behind her earlobe. Her eyes are closed, cheeks flushed bright with the fever of desire, her lips ovaled and pressed tight against the shaft of your cock as you watch your hardness sliding in and out, going deeper with each stroke. You can feel her tongue pressing tight and wide along the underside ridge as you move in then fluttering over the top as you move outward. Her mouth is like hot wet velvet encasing you, her tongue like sun warmed silky rose petals dancing against your flesh. You watch her, her intoxication in giving you pleasure infusing your own heightened reactions. She feels your eyes upon her, hears your deep breaths coming between teeth clenched in desperate control as you feel the increased tightening of her lips as they twitch with her answering smile as her eyes slowly open to gaze back at you. Oh she knows the effect she's having and she knew that the very instant her eyes met yours she had sealed the casting of her magic over you. Iced blue fire circling dark pupils widened in lustful abandon coaxing you to catapult into their scorching depths. Shock waves echo out from her eyes and envelope you, your body trembles and quakes in answer to the tidal pull of the magnetism between you. She raises her mouth, never breaking the eye contact as she lashes the tip of your cock with her pink tongue, letting you see how it dips and swirls around your blooming flesh, before taking you fully into her devouring mouth. You feel the tide rising, feel the control you were clinging to so desperately ripping away. You're muscles tense, body building to sweet torturous crescendo, breathing in short gasps. It was like imploding then exploding, like going nova… The odd stray thought burst into your mind as your body immolates the event on its own heart pounding scale. Your hands are buried in her silky hair, your hips rock, and your eruptions spilling into her greedy throat in answer to her commanding eagerness. She is milking you with both hands, her mouth wide to catch every creamy squirt before sucking you in, taking all you give, moaning approvingly at your passionate release.
Your body glows in the dim light of the moonlit room as perspiration films your overheated, sensitive skin. You reach out your arms to her, needing to feel her pressed against the length of you to try to steady the tremors that still quake your body. You pull her to lie pressed tight to your side, kissing her deeply, tasting yourself lingering in the sweet nectar of her mouth. She strokes you slowly with her fingertips feeling your body tremor, knowing that the sensitivity of your skin is still excessively heightened to her touch.
"You're the dream." Your voice deep and raspy over unsteady breaths.
She purrs contentedly, "Mmm, if I am then can you have me every night…?" A smile spills across her face in remembering.
You lean up onto one arm, caressing her breast and rolling her nipple between your fingers, "I wonder how many times I can have the same dream in one night," your smile reflects back to you from her, "let's find out…"
Your hand caresses the abundant mound of her breast as you lower your mouth to lick the nipple standing at erotic attention then sucking the point deep into your mouth before releasing it only to nibble and pull at it with gentle teeth. She hums in sensual approval. Her skin smells of a heady soft spice that fills your lungs and mind. Her skin is smooth and pale as cream. Your hand strokes her hair as the other milks the pink tip into your mouth. Nursing oh so sensually yet hungrily demanding. Her hand tangles now in your long hair; tendrils caressingly curling around her fingers, the other stroking your face as she watches captivated as her flesh is consumed and she moans rhythmically. You move your arms behind her back to pull her softness into the hard expanse of the iron wall of your chest before claiming title to her mouth. So deep is the kiss that when after a long while it is broken both pant as if surfacing from some unfathomable depth. She has become something untamable under your marauding hands. Eyes glaze, panting breaths making her breasts rise and fall quickly, sinuously twisting body trying to crawl into your never near enough embrace. You stroke your hand down her body to her core. At first touch her hips thrust forward and your hand is full of her sacred flower's nectar. You dip your fingers inside her, fondle the engorged bud then bring your fingers back to your mouth to taste her sweetness.
"Mmm, like wine…," you whisper, "and I'm so thirsty for just this vintage." You kiss her deeply again, letting her taste her own arousal. You move between thighs that you gently push wider apart and she pulls up her knees - surrendering to your erogenous explorations. You kiss the smooth soft flesh of her shaved mons then trace the full lips of her labia torturously slow with your tongue. She arches her back, moaning, her head lulling from side to side as her passion builds. You place both of your hands under the soft curve of her ass, pulling her hips forward so that you can fasten you mouth over her sex and fuck her weeping slit with your tongue. She cries out and clenches your hair in her fists and pulls your head harder between her thighs, grinding her hips against your invading tongue. You want this to last, want to fill her with more than just your tongue. Your cock has reasserted its need. It's hard and twitching to be sheathed in her welcoming body. You release her hips but you gently and slowly insert a slickened finger into her tight hot ass and watch appreciatively as she wriggles again it with new sensation. You can see the clenching spasms beginning at the mouth of her velvet walls. The shining swollen bud draws your attention and your tongue circles and caresses the sensitive, slippery pearl before your lips clamp around it, sucking it in and out as she grinds hard into your mouth. Your tongue dips into the dripping orchid of her sex as your fingers continue to roll her engorged clit, causing her to quake in response. Then you slide one, then two, then three long fingers into those clenching folds, finding then stroking that secret spot towards the front of her pelvic wall.
"Oh please, I'm so ready! I'm going to cum, oh GOD I'm going to cum for you…!" she groans, face and body tense, wild and beautiful beyond imagining at the height of her passion.
"No, not yet!", you growl as you quickly rise to your knees then leaning over her trembling body to sink the full length and breadth of your cock deep into her soft flesh. She cries out with pure pleasure at the fullness of your plundering shaft pressing, expanding and impaling her body to yours. She raises her hips to meet your powerful thrusts, each stroke carrying you deeper into her center. Your hands pull her hips into yours as you increase the rhythm of this most primal of all dances. You raise one of her legs to your shoulder to allow you to pound deeper into her grasping hole and both of your hands meet at the swollen red pearl of her clit while her other hand caresses her breasts, pulling her nipples between her fingertips then pulling her breast up to suck the taunt pink bud between her own lips. Your eyes are locked with hers, both spliced through your genitals and eyes in one continuous circle. The ultimate symbol of passion. The din of groans, heavy breathing, slapping wet bodies and erotic encouragements fill the air, ever growing in intensity and pitch till she sings her glorious song of release and you respond in perfect harmonious kind. Bodies heaving clasped so tightly in bliss so that it's impossible to distinguish where one begins and the other ends…To be continued in your dreams….(feel free to comment)