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since pointless and manicured personality facts don't seem to cut it, I'm going to try something a little more enlightening
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You kneels down on the living room rug your feet beneath your bottom. The room is quite and dim Almost dark if it wasn't for a pair of candles flickering in the far corner.
You hears me enter the room from the hall that leads to the kitchen. Moving a little slower then normal your mind wonders a bit, wondering what he has planed. Hoping for this or that, Feeling some fantasies creep in and then you hear. “Well, what do we have here” a step or two and I'm right behind you. You can almost feel me there. Almost taste the excitement and the anticipation. As I leans down. Gently running my cheek along you hair to just beside your ear, and in a whispers. “Hold still”. I move slowly around the back of you, gently brushing your hair with my cheeks. You feel the tingling throughout your head and I move slowly from the left ear to the right. You can feel my breath. Warm and inviting. You feels my lips brush along her ear and shivers flow down your spine. Again with the Gentle, Confident way you hear the whispers “Close you eyes”.
You sit there as asked feeling me move slightly away and walk around the front of you. “I love what you choose to wear today. It's appropriate.” You sit in the dark, eyes closed, still, not moving, reaching out with your feelings to find the one. He is here and you know it, but are not sure how. You feel drawn forward to him and the pull follows him around as he moves around to be behind you again. I touch your hair. Softly. Slowly moving down. You feel the tingling of the loving touch as I run my fingers though your hair. Slowly down the back of your head and then around the sides. Brushing against the top of your ears as I slide my gentle touch down your cheeks and along your chin. You follow in your mind the caressing touch. That moves back along your chin and slides down the sides of your neck and on to your shoulders. Ohhh you think of the warm feelings of passion that stirs withing you.
You feel the firm but gently touch sliding along the silky robe that covers your shoulders, moving, slowly and surely to your back. Softly moving down and pushing up. Up along your back, along the back of your neck and passing just behind your ears as we move down the sides your neck again but this time sliding the robes collar aside. You feel my hands warmly exciting your skin as I slid a finger under the bra strap. Pressing down I slowly move my hands forward, off your shoulders and slowly downwards. You feel the excitement build inside of you. Feel your breasts tingle with anticipation and your soul starts burning with desire. With your new found heightened senses you can feel each finger tip as it passes the edge of the bra and when all are past, I start moving back up and with a little finesse, each finger snaps free sending little ripples run through your chest driving your passion further, deeper.
I flow my hand up to your shoulders again and slide the silk robe off of each side. Feeling the soft cool texture flow down your back. Feel my hand run down along your arms. I brush my fingers gently along the sides of your breast as I go and shivers of delight flash down your sides. Staying fast, you manage to hold but a quick gasp runes though your lips as you feel the flash run down the sides of your body, down past your hips and down to your thighs.
I finish sliding the robe off your arms. Down past your wrists and off you hands letting it fall all around you like a little silk nest. Holding on to your hands I bring them together behind you and place one in the other. “Hold here”... You respond by holding tight. Lightly pressing down to straighten your arms and thrust out your chests. “Awww..” I grab hold of your arms and give them a little squeeze. Touched by the gesture of the little extra effort. “What a wonderful girl you are”. Then slide my hands around your waste. You again feel my hand slide along the bottom of your breasts and it sends a sudden swell of desire through you. You need to be touched. Need to be caressed. You want to jump up and through your arms around your man and squeeze him as hard as your can and yet the fiery passion that now burns in your soul needs to see whats next, needs to feel whats next, needs to feel touched and caressed. Feel the release of the yearning in your loins.
I pull my hand back again. Bushing as I go past, even in the dim light I see how it has affected you. I run my hands along your body. Down to your hips. Past the yearning now, you ache with desire. You squeeze every mussel you have to bring your legs together as you squeeze your loins to try and get some relief as I lower my hands long the side of your hips and down your legs but it doesn't work. The squeezing slides your now moisten panties along your leg ever so little, sending tinny vibration through your lips that are held now so tightly against you clit. “Ooohhh..” you let slip as the fire in you continues to envelop you. I lean over to one side of you now. Moving my hand down along your leg and across you knee. Your legs tightly clamped together in a futile move to control the aching, had driven you further. The blood rushes through your body and is now pounding in your constrained clit. My hand slowly inches it's way up between your legs. Waves of tingling sensations emanate from the touch that seem to race directly to your loins. Slowly my hand moves upwards towards your need. I press my hand firmly down sliding it down between your tightened thighs and ever so close. But wait, you think, Can I relax my clenching muscles? Can I...... “Don't cum yet.” you hear and I press my hand the final way “Hold on”. As I press my hand further you release your grip and my hand falls firmly on your lips. But it's two fingers you feel. Sliding up and down the out sides. Squeezing your lips just enough to feel the sensations deep inside you. Up and down, you feel the sliding pressure along your clit and “OOOHhhhhh” you need release. You need to climax and stop the burning desire. The relentless desires pulling your soul toward ecstasy. I spring the snaps on your panties and release the first sweet smell of your desire free. The sudden change send flashes through you again. But I continue to stroke up and down ever so little. Then sliding one finger up the middle lightly bushing the top of you clit. “Ummmm” I need to hold on. You think.. How can I hold??? As you feel the second slip between your lips and now with both fingers rhythmically sliding along the sides of your clit. The sliding, the lightly squeezing, the blood pounding, your holding on for all your worth as the pressure to release is driving your crazy. You feel every inch of your body. All your hairs are standing straight up all over you, your nipples are pressing against the bra, You breast are aching to be held, your lips are so sensitive and your clit pounds with blood from the relentless rhythmic stroking. “Ok, get ready. We are going to count the last few stokes here”. And I press a little more firmly. “Ohhhh' It's coming you think, Just a little longer. “5” sliding down and then up, you let it build knowing you'll not have to hold much longer. “4” sliding down... Sliding up. Oh the pressure builds in you, “3” Pressing firmer as I slid up and down now causes vibrations shooting through your clit. “OOOhhh”, WOW! Starting to let go. “2” vibrating down... vibrating up. Struggling to hold on as you let the release start to build deep in your loans. “1” and I release all pressure from your clit sending surges of fresh boiling blood through you clit as I blow coolly on the moist surface. This sends new sensation screaming though your loins and all hope of holding back is instantly gone. Floods of warmth flow though your body the electric pleasures shoot from your loins. “AAAhhhhh” wave after wave of pleasure is sent crashing though your body all starting from the sudden clash of warm and cold. You squeeze your legs together again in a vain attempt to regain control the small fits and jerks as the climax reaches every part of you. Your body feels. It feels alive. A flood of warmth and love flow through you as natural as can be. And with with that the last wave fades leaving you exhausted but content.
“Hey, Look at me”. You look over in the dim light. There I am sitting sideways beside you. Looking up at your still perfect form. I smile. “You never left form, what a beautiful girl”. “ But how about you come give me a big hug”.... You Jump up and.... Well.... Thats another story.
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| Age: 28 |
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