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A Ride on an Italian Stallion
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A Ride on an Italian Stallion The night was damp and the road was long. But the gauntlet had been thrown down, and I had decided to make the journey. I don't think Luigi really expected me to come that night. There had been some chatting online, a teasing invitation to come be with him, and finally a telephone conversation that gave me his street address and instructions on which exit to take from the freeway, which corner to turn at, which sidewalk to take to his front door. "Are you really going to come?" he asked, now maybe with a bit of excitement, or was it trepidation? What was he getting into? You have no idea, mi amico. Yes I am coming. To be in that warm embrace, to see where that road would take me, to embark on an amorous adventure like no other. I am coming. It was me being Alice ducking down a rabbit hole and I had no doubt that it was just the beginning of an erotic exploration that would make me feel like the Queen of Hearts. He met me at the door and invited me in. Blue jeans and no shirt. The package containing the family jewels was invitingly firm to my touch. Of course I inspected the package! There was a long, slow kiss and with it came the sure promise of more oral talents to be studiously applied in other places, other corporeal worlds waiting to be mutually explored with lips and teeth and tongue. I loved his sweet, sexy kisses and the play of his lips and tongue in a dance with mine made me weak in the knees. So I gave in. I sank to the floor and the zipper at the front of his jeans seemed to fly open and the most magnificent cock sprang out of its confines and found the portal of ecstasy that I invited him to enter when my mouth closed around his<b> phallus. </font></b>Oh, the sweet taste of this man! The salted honey drops of cum that were already at the tip of his penis intoxicated me as I rhythmically began to slide my lips up and over the crown and down the erect shaft. My fingers alternately tattooed a syncopated beat on his now slick member and closed around the base of his corona and slowly and firmly twisted a helix pattern up and down , following the path where my lips and tongue had gone. Pausing to flick my tongue across the slit of his now smiling cock, I could feel his inner molten core rising to the surface. He stopped me. "Wait...I'm going to cum too soon if we keep going like this. Let's go upstairs. To the bedroom." Dutifully I followed him up the stairs and entered the well appointed chamber where a beautiful wooden bed awaited. His jeans, and my silky black skirt fell together onto the floor in an almost comical mimicry of how our bodies became entwined on the bed. The clothes had almost all come off, and he admired my black corset with the cream colored laces,which pressed my breasts into twin peaks brimming over the top edge. My nipples ached for his touch, rolling them between his fingers, feeling them so hard and erect against his palms, ready to be ravaged. Oh lick them,suck them please! He obliged, expertly bringing me to the edge again and again...and returning for more throughout the night, like a thirsty stallion coming to the edge of a stream. It seemed like mere minutes had blended into the wee hours of the morning as we explored each other with fingers and tongues and then he said as he entered me, filling me as if I were a vessel designed for the sole purpose of carrying him within me, he said so urgently "can I come inside of you, do you want me to come now..." and it sounded like a plea and a prayer, plaintive and innocent, and I melted in his embrace and I said yes and yes and yes. And my hips rose to meet his every thrust and wondered at the power that poured out of him. How could it feel like the sea pounding at my shore and how could I possibly surface after being submerged in such a tide of passion? But I did. And as I felt his warm and milky cum bathe my nether lips I became languid and liquid myself and flowed into his arms and he cradled me and I later awoke to feel his warm breath between my shoulder blades. It was morning and he was hard again. Sometime during the night I had gone to pee and wash myself and had put on a silky white halter pajama top. My breasts were now spilling out the sides and before I knew it his mouth was again on my nipple and he was in me and I felt like I was riding winged Pegasus through the Olympian skies. And then he was riding me too and my legs were up on his shoulders and I was bent like a green twig and the fury and vigor and vehemence of the ride was taking my breath away.I was literally taken to a different plane of existence and when the storm subsided and we came up for air, I was not quite in my body yet. It was as if I were shell-shocked and, dazed, I looked over at him as he moved off the bed and headed for the shower. He turned to look at me and a smug little smile played upon his lips as if to say "What?" So I smiled back at him and felt like he had just reeled me back in. I got up to get in the shower with him and we made love again in the soapy water that flowed over us. That was just the beginning. |
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your words made me remember the encounter and enjoy it all over again... i felt every word as if u were here... it was a remembering experience...
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I liked your story as you are definitely an affluent writer. Everything just flowed so nicely. 
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This is a book
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3/13/2012 8:13 am |
your words made me remember the encounter and enjoy it all over again... i felt every word as if u were here... it was a remembering experience...
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3/13/2012 2:40 am |
This is a book
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I liked your story as you are definitely an affluent writer. Everything just flowed so nicely.
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