Real Email from my lover
We have been to a play, and dressed to the nines. Sitting downstairs with
a fire, soft music and a nightcap. Amarretto perhaps, or Irish mist in a
brandy snifter. Swirling, heating the glass, inhaling the aroma. Basking
in the pleasure of the evening.
You get a blanket and many pillows, I light several candles on the dining
table. The firelight is enough for our love place in front of the sofa.
Then you kiss me deeply, pausing and licking my lips as you would the lips
of another place. Thrusting your tongue deep in my mouth, fucking me there,
in anticipation of what is to come.I respond, sucking your tongue as I will
your big cock. Your hands are grasping the small of my back, I am holding
your back behind the broad shoulders, feeling the size, dwarfing my
feminine shape in as you wrap your arms about me. Giving me the illusion of
powerlessness, in my strength. You moan a little, drinking in my perfume,
nuzzling my neck and ears. I kiss your ears, breathe gently into them,
suck a moment on the lobe, and edges. I feel you losing yourself to lust.
And I enjoy it. I know I am making you mad with desire, and I use that
power over you, to seduce you, to make you burst with longing for me. I
feel your hands behind my head, through my hair and forcing your mouth over
me harder and with greed.
Slowly you unzip my dress, which is long and black with a sequined bodice
that glitters in the firelight.
I can feel your cock bulging through your
tux pants. You have taken off the tie, the throat of your shirt is opened
since we got home sitting by the fire. My black high heels are long gone.
Carefully you slip the dress over my hips,kneeling to the floor for me to
step out of it. Then you run your hands up my thighs, first the outer,
then reaching back and squeezing my buttocks in your hands. You pull down
my nylons, and I step out of them. Gently then you reach up under my black
lacy slip and run your hands over the front of my thighs bringing them to
tease down my inner thighs, never touching the warm wet place of my pussy.
You can smell my aroma, now, the hot steamy place of my sex. And you know
the table have turned, your loss of control has now made you the one in
charge. I am swelling and moistening in anticipation.
You stand. I reach out and unbutton your tux shirt, and unhook the
cumberbund. You remove the cufflinks. Then you tell me to stand perfectly
still, not to touch you but watch. You remove the shirt and lay it over
the chair back, deliberate in your motions. Watching me every moment,
lingering over my breasts, then lowering your eyes to the curve of my hips
and the slight crease where my thighs meet. You see me looking at the huge
bulge in your pants. Looking with longing and hunger. You rub your hand
over the bulge making it even bigger. With your other hand you rub my
nipple, rolling the tip between your index finger and thumb, through my
slip and bra.
. Not touching anything else, except yourself, pants still
on, teasing and promising with your look into my green eyes, now misty and
in another space, losing myself in the wanton world of desire.
I am standing in my black slip,only with the firelight letting you see me,
but you can see every subtle motion and look. You tell me to continue to
hold still. I feel your hands on my shoulders lowering the straps of my
slip. It is lowered to the floor and I step out of it. My black lace
push-up bra, and black lace thong are all I have left, except for black
dangle earrings that catch the firelight. You see the thong and bra, your
eyes linger and the desire is threatening to take over and make you lose
control. But you want to savor it, the sensual slow unveiling of our
hunger.
Standing still, as ordered, I watch you remove your shoes, socks and then
your pants. You shed the underpants in the same motion and your thick
rigid cock bursts free of the clothing. It stands out from your body,
demanding its own attention. You gently push me to my knees and pull my
head toward your big dick. My hand find my own pussy and strokes the wet
clit. I lick your cock, first on the tip, then down the shaft. Long, tip
of my tongue strokes. I smell your masculinity, and your musky yearning.
With my nose I push into your balls, rubbing them gently against my cheek,
I lick them. I lick that sensitive place between the balls and your
throbbing shaft, teasing and pushing with my tongue.
Then I take your
pre-cum wet tipped cock, and suck it slowly, slowly into my mouth. My
tongue wrapping around the shaft, my teeth gently grazing the head. I rim
you, tongue around the head and touching, probing the hole, tasting your
wet lubricant of lust. Tasting your readiness for me, feeling your cock so
hard the veins are defined and the pulsing of your shaft as you move it
wanting, wanting. Your hands hold the back of my head, pushing into my
mouth deeper. I take you in, relaxing my throat and sucking you deeper into
my mouth. You watch, standing, looking down and I look up at you watching
me. My eyes sparkle with mischevious delight. You are moaning now, and
moving in thrusts. And now again I have the power. You are ready to come,
and I could take you there. But this is such fun...........
(ok, try this on for passion and tell me how I'm doing for you!)
Stay tuned.......