You stand at the door early one morning unexpected waking me from my fitful dream. As I rouse myself awake to answer the door, I slip into my house coat, and quickly put in my contacts. I make my way up the door to see you standing there with a broad smile on your face. Instantly I feel myself glow and I my nerves shutter with stimulation. When I open the door I notice that you are holding a single rose in one hand, and a small McDonald's bag in the other. I sigh heavily as I feel the blood accelerating throughout my body into all the areas that still lie dormant. You hand me the flower and give me a long warm hug. I lay my head against your jacket and smell the sweet fragrance of your cologne.
"Hey sugar?,...I am so surprised to see you...here...so early." I say letting you go to get a better look at your handsome face.
"Well I said I was gonna stop in sometime, but I just didn't say when." You reply in a soft tone.
I look at you eye to eye, staring deeply into your blue eyes...feeling myself being swallowed up in the cornered desires that had been swept away into my soul since I last saw you.
I take your hand in mine and make my way downstairs to the kitchen.
"Breakfast?" you ask me as you open the McDonald's bag and take out a McMuffin and a hashbrown and place them on the kitchen table..
"Oh my, um, ya, that would be nice...just ah give me a moment while I refresh myself okay?." I ask you, you nod in acknowledgment. I make my way to the bathroom, my mind swimming in all the conceivable events that could happen while you are here. I hear the sound of movement in the kitchen, and when I get back, I see that you have set the table with a plate and the food placed on it, the rose in a vase, and a small box wrapped in silver wrapping.
"Um, what is this?" I ask as I sit down and eye the silver wrapping on the box.
"Something for later, eat now and we can discuss it then."
I sighed in reply and we continue to talk about what we have been up to in the last few months. As I listen to the compassion in your voice I feel myself drifting away from what you are saying....I can't keep focus as my mind is so curious about what is in that precious small box sitting beside my hand.
We speak briefly about what was happening in our lives...and as I finished my breakfast I place my hand on the box and tap my finger on it.
You look up from it and you smile with a sense of corruption in your eyes...I can feel you fill with a fire of longing, and I sense your rage. The wanting builds to be much stronger than I feel I am capable of absorbing at this point. I slowly turn my intentions away from you as I want any moment that we might share to last as long as possible.
"Later..." You say with a tone of domination. I sigh heavily again in frustration. "I know, I know...your so impatient, I guess that is one thing that makes you so adorable." You say in a low hushed tone barely loud enough for me to hear you. A smirk slips across your face as you sense my determination of curiosity. You take my hand gently and bring it to your lips. You proceed to kiss it, your lips sweeping across the skin...my eyes focus on your movements, everything seems to slow down as I watch you kiss with such devotion. My hand begins to tremble as I feel the heat of your breath mount on my skin.
I blush as the nervousness ascending my body overflows throughout me. For as long as I can recall knowing you, I have always had a bad habit of feeling restless and distressed. You have become an anchor to such emotions that I can no longer control, and I have become relied on you to convey them to where they should be affiliated. At nights I would find myself crying in misery as I wish you were here more often to control me and my desires. I know that there will never be a moment possible, so I find comfort in knowing that you and I are only meant to share brief moments like these in a lifetime.
I try to pull my hand away, but you hang on tightly, and use your tongue to lick the tips of my fingers.
"Oh.... ah, ya, so glad to hear things are going so well for you" I say feeling a little shy changing the topic. "Um, I think I would like to take a shower and stuff" I say quietly. You look up at me and smile again...you let go of my hand and I excuse myself from the table taking my plate to the sink. I can feel your eyes gazing upon my movements...and I feel awkwardly modest. I turn around and snicker under my breath and make my way to the shower.
I take a hot shower...trying to be as quick as possible, for I don't like for you to wait for me for too long. As I feel the water trickling down my body, I close my eyes and sense rapid flashes of previous encounters with you flood my mind. My fingers tend to linger across my breasts feeling the nipples harden under my touch, but really I just pretend that they are yours. I can't stand to be in the shower for too long, so I anxiously wash my hair, and soap up the rest of my body. I put my hand out to reach the towel and I feel your hand behind the curtain with it in hand. I gasp as I am suddenly aware that I am no longer alone. I poke my head out and see you leaning up against the sink with my towel in hand.
"Um, thank you" I say bashfully and take the towel from your hand, I hide behind the shower curtain and hope that you don't peek while I am getting dried off...for some odd reason I just don't feel all that comfortable with you standing there. I dry myself off in a hurry and wrap the towel around my body and step out of the shower. You stand there, the silver wrapped box in your hand, I smirk and sigh deeply as I really want to know what is in it..
"Open it." you say to me. I give you a look of uncertainty. "Yes, now is fine." your voice gets to be in a more of a hushed tone.
You hand me the box, and I sit myself down on the lid of the toilet. I look up at you again, you stand there smiling, and I proceed to open the box. I first start to unwrap it slowly, but then I just give in, and pull off the wrapping as though I were a kid at a birthday party, tearing it apart as quicky as I can. I look at the brown box inside the wrapping, and open the lid. I was surprised to see that there was just a small chocolate egg sitting inside on top of some cotton. I have no clue what the significance of the chocolate egg is, and I am much confused. I looked up at you with an expression of being puzzled.
"I don't get it?" I say in a tone of confusion. You laugh a little.
"Oh you will." you assure me. "But for now, lets just go." you pick up the box with the chocolate in one hand and take my hand with the other.
We walk out of the bathroom and you direct me to the bedroom. You lay me down and stand in front of me...my body begins to tremble, I have a sense of fear and excitement surging throughout my body. At this time I have totally forget about the chocolate egg and put my full attention on you. A smile creeps upon your face, your blue eyes stir passions inside me, I can see the erection of your manhood pushing up on your pants. I close my eyes and sigh heavily as you climb up beside me and lie down. Your lean your head against your hand, and look down at the towel that has created a barrier between you and my body...your hand sweeps over my shoulder caressing the softness of my skin...down to the edge of the towel. Your finger runs along the clothed barrier and when it gets to where I had wrapped it so tightly to my body, you slip your thumb underneath it and pull it open.
"Please..." I start to beg as I feel shy and awkward at exposing my body to you.
"Shhh..." You say, and you caress my face with your gentle hand. You pull the towel away from my hot body, and roam your fingers across my nipples...one at a time you roll them between your fingers till they swell to your touch. You squeeze each one till I feel the pleasure overwhelm me, and the shy and awkwardness slips away from me. I roll my head back as I feel your hands roam all over my body, till it reaches my aching sex. The moistness seems to spread quickly as you brush your hand up against it lightly. One finger run up and down the slit and slips itself so easily into my secret place of pleasure. Touching the clit, you press your finger on the tip, and feel it swell and throb as it begs for more. My whole body begins to quiver as I raise my hips to put more pressure on that finger...you pull your hand from it, and began to search my mound of wetness for the small tight hole that awaits for you to insert yourself in. I moan in agony as you part my lips...your fingers found my clitoris and began to stroke it and tease it. The gentle touch of your fingers fill me with bliss. I close my eyes my eyes for a moment whimpering with pleasure. Then the presence of your fingers between my legs began to move, your warm fingers pushing its way inside me, I open my eyes and gaze upon your face, breathing hard. It is you that posses me, it is you that I feel and it is you that I desperately want more of.. I squirm my hips onto your finger deeper...as you pull it out, you slip another one, I moan as I feel you pulling me apart, but really I yearn to feel your hard sex deep inside me. You pull your finger out and bring it to my lips, I reach out with my tongue and you slip it into my mouth. The sweetness of my juices makes my mouth salivate...I wrap my tongue around your finger and suck off all the juices that I can. I wish it was your hard sex dripping with my juices...lapping away at it so delicately.
You shift your body down further and your eyes seem to linger over my body, examining it with desire. You move your lips closer to my body, kissing my shoulders and with every kiss the soft hotness of your tongue touch me with desire. You take your time as you make your way down to where I want your tongue to dive its strong muscle into. I squirm and sigh heavily as I wait for you to make your move.
"Be still" you say coldly. I lay on the bed as still as I can, but I still find it hard not to move around under your hypnotizing touch. You make your way down and I can see a bitter smile cross your face.
"Open to me!" you command aggressively...this a side I haven't seen before, it was very startling, your fury fills me with fear, but yet it was so exciting. I slowly begin to open my legs to you, but you are impatient and you grab my thighs with your hands and drive them apart.. You grab my thighs and squeeze them tightly and with one hand you grab my buttock and press my hot sex to your face.
"Ohhh" I moan in horror and delight. Your strong pointed tongue sliding between my labia, while your lips are kissing and caressing the little delicate stem of flesh that is the heart of my pleasure. With your one hand, you press my thighs wider apart, exposing my whole secret part to you. I cease to struggle and lay panting, held open to your lascivious fondlings, shuddering as beat after beat of ecstasy pulsates through me. Your tongue continuous to make its hard lashes to my swollen clit, and the short whiskers on your face seem to stimulate much pleasure through out my body.
As I lay there, I can see that you are fondling with something in your pocket...I am not really sure, but I really don't care what it is, I just don't want you to stop this eternal bliss that I am feeling now. I hear the sound of paper crumpling, and then I hear myself drown the rest of it with the soft moans of my voice as I feel myself being brought to a small orgasm.
"Cum baby..cum" I hear you hiss between the soft laps of your tongue. I moan loudly and the waves of passion overflows my mind. Divine glory hover around me as I can see the bright colors of the orgasm sweep over me.
All sound and vision seems to be darken out and all I hear is the sound of my heavy breathing in my ears...at this moment I feel a cold round object being inserted into my convulsating channel. My body is too exhausted at this moment to say anything...but I raise my hand in question.
"Trust me." you say, as I have heard you say that once to me before...I know that what ever you do I can trust you with my body and my soul.
You crawl up to me...and I look at your face it shimmers with the juices of my sweet organ that has led itself pleasure on to you. You press your mouth on to mine with such lust that I moan aloud. I can taste myself on your face so sweet. Honey, you once described my taste, yes honey it was, fresh from the honeypot. We entangle our lips together and hold each other close to a deep kiss. I hold you close and feel your hardened manness against me. A thrill of excitement folds around me as we kiss, starving for each other. You start to pull your clothes off, and expose your hardened sex, the tip glistening with secretions of your juices. I reach for it, but you grab my hand and place it on your chest...I stroke my fingers up and down your chest, feeling its softness and warmth. I make my way down to your belly as you drop your clothes to the floor. I sigh heavily and lay back into bed as you lay yourself on top of me.
"Sweet Passion," you whisper quietly, "You've been waiting so patiently for so long, you've been a very good girl, and for being such a good girl, your going to get something very much worthwhile the wait." I can feel your sex pressed up against my lower abdomen and so badly I want to slip it inside me so deep...but at the same time, I can still feel that odd object laying so deep inside me as well.
"Command me," you whisper into my ear. "Tell me what you desire."
"Take me," I whisper "Oh baby, my darling lover, put your love inside me, I beg you."
"Yes," you breath, and your strong hips tense and your hot sex finds it way easily into my aching tunnel. I roll my head back and gasp as your penis gradually slip up inside me, filling me so beautifully, soothing all my longing and yet burning me with an evan greater need. You don't push yourself too deep inside me aware of the object that was inside me. I grab a hold of your buttocks and push your body deeper inside of me. A sudden stab of pain makes me cry out as you thrust yourself hard and deep inside the object that you had inserted is being pushed further inside me. I don't struggle or try to pull away, I welcome the pain, because the divine being who I desire so much caused it. I lay very still and then feel myself open, penetrated and pierced by the power of my lover hovering above me. Nothing had prepared me for this sensation; for the feeling of helplessness and delicious vulnerability. I cry out in terror and ecstasy...as I feel your fingers roving against the quivering clitoris and the thick hard shaft slid into my flinching sex, deeper and deeper until the hair of your sex rested against my vulva.
You bare your teeth and withdraw your hardened sex totally from the velvet folds of my body, the thrust it again hard as you can. I wail loud again as I feel you inside me. I began to writhe on the softness of my bed. My fingers clutch to the sides of the frame of the bed, my hips lift and fall in rhythm with your sensual movements. I look down at your hot and hardened sex and see my juices at the base...smeared from tip to base...slick and wet.
Great waves of ecstasy joy surge up within me, each one mightier than the last. Never have I ever felt anything like it before. The intensity was so strong as I felt every muscle in my body aching to release its climax. I feel deep inside the small object that you inserted beginning to feel smaller and smaller. And as I looked at your hardened sex, I could see that it was covered with a dark substance....then coming to realization that you had put that precious chocolate egg inside me earlier. It was so exciting to know that this chocolate was lodged deep inside me, the warmth of my body melting it, and it was being spread all over your hot sex, and the inside of mine.
"Hot Chocolate..."I whisper in your ear. "Your nasty." I giggle.
"Hmm..." you moan quietly. "Time for some hot chocolate then." You pull yourself off of me, your cock covered with chocolate from base to tip. Moving with sudden decision, you wheel your body round until your head is pointing towards my feet. Then you lay down and catch hold of my hip and pull it towards yourself. I find myself laying on my side with your erect sex directly before my face, covered with chocolate.
I let out a breath of amazement and delight and reach out for you at once. My mouth opens wide to allow the swollen, downy glans to slip between my lips. I embrace your loins with my hands, sliding one arm between your thighs so that I can fondle and admire the strong resilient curves of your buttocks. The taste of chocolate fills my mouth, as I suck at it greedily, laving the glossy head with my tongue and with my fingers I tease and caress the delicate membrane behind your tightly drawn-up testicles. You give a sigh of pleasure as I feel your nose and lips nuzzling at my closed thighs. Your arms encircle my hips and you slid your hands between my legs from the back and with the palms you press my thighs apart. Warm air kisses my sex as I moan with longing.
Then at last, I feel your face between my open legs...I cry out and fold my thighs around you, holding you there. I proceed to suck harder on the stiff, wet, chocolately shaft of your penis. My body clung to yours, breast to belly, belly to breast. Your breath is cool on the soft lips of my sex and you open your mouth and draw in the whole of the moist swollen mound of flesh. My body tightens against you as you begin to lick and suck gently and steadily at my swollen clitoris.
We play with each others bodies like musical instruments, a delicate duet of ecstasy. When I wish to be sucked hard and brutally I clasp your penis strongly in my hand and move my lips rapidly up and down. When you desire to slow the tempo of our mutual pleasure, you withdraw a little and titillate my clitoris with the most delicate strokes of your tongue. We embrace each other, hands sliding over the skin of thigh and buttock and waist. My hands clutch and cling, then flutter helplessly as I loss control. You part my buttocks, easing one finger into my anus. The addition to my pleasure is almost more than I can bear. I know that soon my moment would come, and I want you to come with me. You are telling me without words what you want me to do you. I moan and thrust my hips towards your face and let my lips glide more and more swiftly up and down the slippery length of your quivering cock, and with one finger I begin to stimulate the tender cleft of your arse. You lap harder at my clitoris and thrust your finger deep within the snug crevice of my anus. My ecstasy increases and I suck furiously at your cock, moaning with pleasure to feel you moving between my lips as strongly as you take my sex. My orgasm floods over me and my hands clench and then open and catch your thighs, pulling your loins towards me, taking in your phallus so deep between my shuddering lips that the jerking head touches the back of my throat. My finger drives deep into you and you cry out, your voice smothered against my sex, and within my mouth your penis throbs as the salty seed sprang from the tip.
We lay there as the sensations fads, suckling as gently as babies. I moan and smile to feel your penis softening within my mouth. A trickle of your semen runs from my lips and I sought it out with my tongue and lap it up with libidinous care. Your hands squeezing my buttocks and stroking the soft skin of my inner thighs, and your long tongue buried deep in my vagina, slowly and thoroughly exploring its softness, not sparing a drop of my juices.
At last you lift your head and let me fall on to my back, then lean over, smiling.
"Better?" you ask me. I respond with by moaning in bliss.
You lean over and kiss me, shivering with lewd pleasure to taste my secretions on your mouth and tongue. You will be able to taste your own semen too, and the knowledge makes me squirm with delight.
You search my mouth with your tongue until I moan. Your fingers fondle with my breasts, tweaking my stiff nipples. Then you lean against the metal frame of my bed, and wrap your arms around me. I lay my head on your chest...in a cloud of broken desires. I feel myself dozing off. Your hands caress my body gently, and I hear you talking to me, but my body is so exhausted, the words are just a voice to me, and they have no meaning at this moment. I feel you move me aside to the pillow...and the weight of your body leave the bed. I am too tired to motion you not to leave...but as quickly and surprising as when you got here, you pull the blankets over me, and you leave quietly. Dreams of the moment we just shared swallow me up...another gracious moment of lust shared again.
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