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Creative Writing Yet another evening of chat with that guy that left me restless, unsatisfied despite the moistness of my fingertips but I wanted more. I wanted eyes to stare upon me till I could only nervously look away, I wanted to feel the touch and smell of a man, I wanted to be the center of his attention. “That’s not too much to ask?” “I’m still young in my prime, desirable”……….”Shit I’m horny” I should call just call him, be straight up and invite him over. Hell we are both adults we can just sort it out later. What am I thinking, I have never met him, I don’t know him from Adam, I like talking to him, I’m beginning to trust him, he knows my thoughts, he knows my feelings, he knows what I want even if it’s just for the moment. It’s just not logical, it makes no sense…………but…..the thought of this mystery guy coming over here, no games, no nonsense, no dancing around the topic anymore an evening when I get my way….. OMG I did it, as I fumble to hang up the phone. He is on his way, whoa I feel nervous, and I’m excited…….breathe now, breathe now as you keep repeating to yourself…. The knock on the door echoes through your room, in seconds you complete your mental checklist……candles lit, music playing softly, vanilla pear incense burning, massage lotion at the ready, cold waters resting on the nightstand……One last deep breathe as you open the door. At last the voice has eyes, the mystery solved…Very little is said after all at this point what needs to be said. He extended his long arm out as if to point out the direction to my own room Very few pleasantries exchanged as you take a final deep breath you feel his touch. …………………………………….. My heart pumping like an engine, as the light flickers in the background I stare at her, thoughts racing through my mind that I struggle to collect but yet it rings so clear, inches away from her she is drenched with the same hypnotic presence in person as she has charmed me so many times on the phone and in her messages. I’m simply struck by her beauty and damn glad right about now so few words are spoken. The vibe and I are very warm and it takes every fiber of my being to resist her charm that look in her eye has me spellbound. “No time like the present” plays in my mind. I see she has everything laid out so perfectly, everything in its place, I smirk as to be flattered by her attention to details. The planner and schemer I am I reach into my own bag of goodies and pull out my favorite lotion. A small squirt in my hand, a quick hot breath of mine to warm the lotion and I reach for her hand to break the touch barrier and begin to gently rub her hand. Generically at first but soon with purpose. Her hand was warm and inviting assuring me with each stroke of pressure applied. My bottle of lotion at my hip, both her hands in mine, not a struggle or care in the world. Reaching again into my bag I pull out my XXL white cotton shirt with just a hint of Allure cologne. It was not hard to do but my eyes stayed fixed on hers as I gently slipped her shirt off and my cotton tee took its place……….. OK I CONFESS, in the midst of transition I snook a peek, hey I’m human. Oh My echoed continuously in my mind As I lathered my hands with my favorite lotion I couldn’t help but grin as I'm about to massage the legs of this half naked woman who lies in front of me, Thank the maker sung in mind…At first my hands gently massaged her feet, adding pressure as I felt the arches of her feet, of course I can’t forget the toes as my hands begin to march up the length of her body, the shins, the knees as I pick up each leg one by one running my hands back down her legs towards those pulls with the perfect amount of tug and pressure I hear that sound that is music to my ears…THE SIGH. The surrendering sound of a woman’s SIGH. The man’s vocal permission slip to the rest of her body. My moist hands are back hard at work slowly inching their way up her thighs as I feel my cotton shirt on the back of my hands as they disappear under the fabric, stopping with intention as my thumbs inch ever so close to her pelvis. My eyes roll back in my head as I feel a moistness down the side of her leg and I know it’s not my lotion. With one final thrust of my hands, I straighten out my course and my hands are gripping her hips…… ………………………………………………………………………………….. With precision and force he flipped me over, my head resting blissfully on my pillow. I settled in for what was to come. The thought struck me for a moment that perhaps a thong wasn’t my best choice as his shirt barely covered the contours of my ass. I didn’t adjust and in moments I no longer cared as I felt once again my feet being massaged. I closed my eyes to enhance my senses. I shivered for a moment as I felt something other than his hands. I opened my eyes as if I needed to see…..I now knew. His lips were gently kissing the back of my legs. I let out a deep breath of anxiousness as my legs were being treated to soft kisses and the gentle maneuvering of his tongue. He boasted about being gifted we shall see. It’s been forever since I felt the touch of kisses on the back of my knees, a man’s tongue finding each and every inch of my legs. I could already feel the gentle air of his mouth and nose on the corners of my ass. I slightly arch as to invite as the force of his face commands me back down. His tongue so teasing, his kisses so direct. I could feel dimples forming as he blew each breathe as if I was a target. His tongue continued to manipulate my thong, I know he could smell how wet he was making me. His kisses on my cheeks had substance but not quite a nibble, his firm tongue scooped the backing of my thong completely away. Ahhh as I felt a quick bite on my cheek as my thong disappeared in the grips of his teeth, slowly they moved down the length of my body as they caught on my ankles as they were being removed. I laid on my bed my back fully exposed, I trusted his touch, I trusted his plan and I was wet and waiting for more, I felt the weight of his frame and his hands and arms sliding up the front of my body and before I could blink I was flipped over on my back. My eyes had to re-adjust to find his…Completely vulnerable, dam near naked he just stood at the foot of my bed and stared…… ……………………………………………………………………….. There she was in all her splendor, true physical<b> poetry </font></b>to my eyes. It was breathtaking to see her slightly squirm, as she began to massage her own body in front of me. No place in the world I would rather be, nothing I would rather be doing…..Soft skin, quiet whimpers paved the path to where I was going. Time stood still as I just watched, I was in no hurry but I could wait no longer. Her feet, her toes and her ankles softened with lotion so pleasing to my tongue, they moisturized my lips with each kiss on her body. Not a spot a on her legs and thighs missed, inner, outer nothing left to chance. Oh how I admire the view from the knee caps. The candles still burning, still flickering, enough hidden to the eyes but I could still see. Again I stared, like I was in awe of a beautiful painting. I could feel her knees gently poking at my ears as I took every precious moment in. Like a conductor I motioned her to open her legs just a smidgeon, just so I could get that “snap shot” printed into my mind. The flickering of the candles highlighted the visible moistness like morning dew on the blades of grass. I feasted with my eyes plenty taking in every wave and contour of her labia, her vulva….Screw all the verbiage!!! I was staring at a gorgeous pussy that glistened with pre-cum as she was trying to grab my head and pull me in……..WAIT a MINUTE, I haven’t even begun. My fingers gently rubbed and caressed the sweetness that stared back at me, her pussy was wet, and her hips rocked with each touch. I recalled earlier asking this beauty to rub her own clit and describe the taste, now it was my turn. My finger extended to her pulsating clit and I answered my own question as I licked my finger tip. Tangy but such a sweet nectar. Ahh the joys of discovery as even my nose rubbed her clit, I could smell her, a perfume she created and designed her own and soon I would be bathing in it. I gently ran the tip of my tongue on her clit and her legs clamped around my face….LOL she thinks she is in control…..The lightest touch of my tongue was met with each whimper as I began. I slightly pulled away kissing each side of her inner thighs as I ran my tongue SOUTH to NORTH completely bathing her pussy with my tongue, I savored the taste for just a moment, but then again I had just begun….What a dilemma shall I suck on her clit, shall I lick it with precision and determination….Hell I got all night its all on the menu. My favorite I clamped down on her clit, her hips thrust and thrash against my face, edging me on ever so much. The touch, the smell, her taste makes my ears ring with pleasure, as I increase the pressure of my tongue on her clit, she forcefully grabs my head smothering me with her pussy as she squirts her first orgasm all over my face, my mouth and tongue already occupied as I feel her moist essence running down my chest, her hips thrashing like she is playing the drums, she is on total cruise control and she is riding my face, I thought I was in control, but what she wants she can have……..I catch my breath as her rhythm’s begin to slow, I quickly move my face away so I can see that face of her, so my eyes can absorb her waves of pleasure, her stomach twitches, her hands and nails seem to be ripping her sheets, she takes her pillow and covers her face and screams…..ahh that sound just makes me throb in delight…….then that moment comes as you look for that sign, that hint that glance from that pretty face starring at you…… Is it a look of content? Or is it that glare that speaks volumes in of itself that says. “It’s a Good Start, but is that the best you got?” So which is it?????????? |
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