Post by sweetlarma on Oct 29, 2006 8:10:41 GMT -5
Cradled between your tender thighs I lift you to my mouth. The abundance of your wetness greets me and my mouth overflows with your warm essence. Your sweet taste is on my tongue and your fragrance delights my senses. No gentle lick this visit. No bashful cautious approach For I wish to consume you.
Push against my hungry mouth As the tip of my tongue slides up the slippery furrow that welcomes me between rows of delicate pink petals. Thrust against my generous tongue.
Show me the power of your desire for my oral caress. My exploring tongue lifts the hood and finds your smooth firm pearl. You squeal in that unique way, signaling that I have found your special spot. I harden in response.
My jaws protests what my open mouth provides but I am unrelenting in my gift, intent only on your fulfillment. I feel your body tense, and you are quiet now... Concentrating... bearing down. Soon now my love, ecstasy approaches.
You push hard and fast against my tongue, shameless in using me and I so willingly comply until you cry out... and in your satisfaction, I will find mine, But mine will be the greater.
We danced as lovers dance to music only we had heard. A hot beat to which we moved in perfect time, with perfect synch. Unhurried though each driven on, both knowing how the dance would end.
We shared the lead as the tempo quickened. You followed me, I followed you, each wanting that conclusion as ageless passion demands its due. Our cries loud as bodies yield, sounds from deep within escaped to alert close neighbors to the simultaneous climax of our dance.
The music softened, mellow in its final strains. We curled together our contented bodies, our cries at last subdued, and only now a gentle purring. In this quietness our muffled moans yell out a thousand words of utter joy, in celebration of our dance, in recognition of our love.
We laughed and played a while although our dance had ended. Naked, you fed me grapes -- a piece of chocolate pressed to my lips, combining with the sweetness of your essence that still lingered in my mouth. Bodies young, if but in our minds, still needing gentle caring touch still needing tender lasting love. The beat has changed, soft music now, after the dance is over
It was a familiar taste, flavored with the spice of excitement. It was at once the same as I have known, but erotically fresh and sensually novel.My appetite had been stirred and my mouth yearned to be filled with your essence – my hunger, as yours, would find satisfaction in your orgasm. Take my gift and know of the joy this giver shares, for in your pleasure I will find mine and in that exquisite moment of ecstasy we will be one.
Robert Birch
Push against my hungry mouth As the tip of my tongue slides up the slippery furrow that welcomes me between rows of delicate pink petals. Thrust against my generous tongue.
Show me the power of your desire for my oral caress. My exploring tongue lifts the hood and finds your smooth firm pearl. You squeal in that unique way, signaling that I have found your special spot. I harden in response.
My jaws protests what my open mouth provides but I am unrelenting in my gift, intent only on your fulfillment. I feel your body tense, and you are quiet now... Concentrating... bearing down. Soon now my love, ecstasy approaches.
You push hard and fast against my tongue, shameless in using me and I so willingly comply until you cry out... and in your satisfaction, I will find mine, But mine will be the greater.
We danced as lovers dance to music only we had heard. A hot beat to which we moved in perfect time, with perfect synch. Unhurried though each driven on, both knowing how the dance would end.
We shared the lead as the tempo quickened. You followed me, I followed you, each wanting that conclusion as ageless passion demands its due. Our cries loud as bodies yield, sounds from deep within escaped to alert close neighbors to the simultaneous climax of our dance.
The music softened, mellow in its final strains. We curled together our contented bodies, our cries at last subdued, and only now a gentle purring. In this quietness our muffled moans yell out a thousand words of utter joy, in celebration of our dance, in recognition of our love.
We laughed and played a while although our dance had ended. Naked, you fed me grapes -- a piece of chocolate pressed to my lips, combining with the sweetness of your essence that still lingered in my mouth. Bodies young, if but in our minds, still needing gentle caring touch still needing tender lasting love. The beat has changed, soft music now, after the dance is over
It was a familiar taste, flavored with the spice of excitement. It was at once the same as I have known, but erotically fresh and sensually novel.My appetite had been stirred and my mouth yearned to be filled with your essence – my hunger, as yours, would find satisfaction in your orgasm. Take my gift and know of the joy this giver shares, for in your pleasure I will find mine and in that exquisite moment of ecstasy we will be one.
Robert Birch
