Where Are You?  

rm_ebnyeyes 63F
12 posts
8/8/2005 12:05 am

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4/14/2016 8:54 am

Where Are You?


The heat between my legs is HOT...INTENSE...LIKE FIRE. I think of you and the last time we made love and...the juices begin to flow. I think of how you like to tease my waiting pussy with your fingers. First only one, then two, then three...before going in for the kill with your tongue. I love it as you softly touch and tease my pussy with your skillful tongue. I LOVE the sounds that YOU make as you are lapping the sweet nectar flowing like a river from my pussy. MMMMMMM you make me feel soooo good. My pussy seems to cry "please don't stop" as you lift your head to see my response to you. Smiling, you bring your head back down to my love orifice and continue your cat and mouse game with your fingers and tongue until my body shivers which is your signal that it is ready to release a mighty orgasm. You take your cue and clamp with your mouth a suction hold on my clit knowing that momentarily I will scream in complete abandonment and joy in the released, pent-up passionate orgasm. My body bucks wildly as I try to move my clit closer to the reason for my intense pleasure...but the orgasm is soooooo intense, I instead fight to get away. Knowing this was going to happen, instead of letting me go, you hold me down to make me complete my ride of ecstasy. As the wave subsides, I say, "Damn, baby, you are so good to me". To which you reply,"I am your servant. It is my job to please you". My fingers cannot compete with the expertise of your masterful tongue. I need you...I want you...Where are you?

blkmalendetroit 44M  
4 posts
3/17/2007 7:54 am

I am right here ready to serve...when do you want it???


bigblk2011 72M  
85 posts
9/21/2007 6:13 am

Hello i am here ready to service it just call

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rm_ivory14u 64M
48 posts
9/23/2007 10:45 am

I like your style ..........


talcum2 58M
4 posts
10/6/2007 4:34 pm

I am here, with waiting long tongue and the experience and patience to use it until you can take no more and then some.


CriticalMass301 60M
12 posts
12/19/2010 11:59 am

I would love to have the opportunity to share\exchange thoughts with you. I think you have the kind of "garden" I would like to take a walk in....I would like to share a story I wrote with you...I hope you will enjoy...

She stood there, confused and trembling, her back against the door to her home...thoughts racing through her mind. What had just transpired ?? How could she have allowed it to happen ?? Had she done something to offend him?? Should she feel angry or used?? She couldn't she thought... She had enjoyed it. He had touched her in a place she didn't even know existed. She wanted more...

The evening had been enjoyable...dinner and a movie. Her date was going well. She found herself definitely attracted to him. He was attractive, well spoken, polite... just slightly taller than she. His sense of humor was refreshing. They had met earlier in the week at the local coffee shop. He had been kind enough to help her after she had knocked her purse from the table and sprawled the contents across the floor. Somehow, several shared smiles and two cups later, he asked her out and she accepted his offer.

The walk home was pleasant. The night was warm. The street lamps added a romantic air. Holding hands, she felt secure, almost as if she could feel a strength he possessed flowing from his fingers. It had been a while since she had been with a man and she was thinking maybe tonight she might seize the opportunity and extend him an invitation to come in for a drink...maybe more. But she was cautiously aware that this was a first date and didn't want to send the wrong message.

As if he could hear her thoughts, he stopped, looked into her eyes, pulled her close and kissed her deeply. She melted into his embrace and returned his kiss. The sensation shot straight to her crotch. Her decision was made. As they parted, they resumed walking, his arm draped around her shoulder now, her head resting against his chest. She wanted to be home now, the distance seeming somehow greater, the walk longer.

They were getting nearer to her home when, as passing by an alley, he hesitated momentarily then proceeded to lead her into its semi-darkness. He pressed her against the wall took her face in his hands and kissed her again, deeply, passionately, desire becoming evident as he pressed against her. He looked at her, placed his hands on her shoulders and began to apply a slight pressure downward. She went with it, not knowing exactly what he was doing, still reeling from his kiss. She found herself almost squatting before him, the wall bracing her back, his crotch before her, the bulge obvious. He pressed it forward, against her face, the wall restricting any retreat she might have considered. She wanted him,yes, but not like this.....she began to rise, thinking she could convince him to traverse the few blocks left to her home where she would gladly welcome his advance, but his hands made it clear he wanted her to stay there. What the hell was happening? Was he serious? How was she to react? He seemed to tower above her now, yet she did now feel fear. His erection was firm against her face, strong, intense, thick, yet not forced. He reached down, opened his zipper and released its rigid prisoner. "Take me now" he urged in a tone that was part request, part moan. It was her decision to make...What would he think of her? What would she think of herself? Submission, she thought, was a journey of trust. She took him gently to her lips, kissed the tip and took him into her mouth. The sudden tensing she felt from him gave her the encouragement she needed to proceed. She would not disappoint him. It had been a while, but she knew what to do. Repositioning her hand, she began to stroke his shaft firmly, rhythmically. His bulbous head was warm and filling her mouth, a pleasure she had forgotten she enjoyed. Taking him deeper, her tongue took its turn to savor his length and thickness. She could feel the night air between her legs as it drifted up her knee length skirt, now bunching up near her waist. He began to sway with her rhythm, not forcing himself into her, allowing her to control the events. She had submitted, yet she controlled and it gave her a great sense of power and pleasure. She felt the dampness in her panties. She opened wider and took all she could of him, moving her hands to his ass to draw him to her. She could feel his pubic hair tickling her lips, his pulse on her tongue. She withdrew and pulled him to her again and again...she would have all of him. She could feel his tension rise and prepared for his release when,without warning, he took a step backwards from her...looked down at her, lust now apparent in her eyes, and put himself back into his pants. She was confused now. He smiled at her and raised her back to standing. She could feel the glistening dampness on her lips...his taste was still fresh in her mouth. He hugged her tightly and kissed her on the cheek. Leading her from the alley, she assumed he wanted to get her home...to take their evening to the next level. No words were spoken and the steps came quickly and soon she was in front of her door, her keys already in her hand. She unlocked the door and turned slighty to assure him that he was welcome. He stood there. Reaching out, he took her by the hand, raised it slightly and kissed it. "Thank you for a lovely evening. Good night." he said. He smiled, an impish curl in the corner of his mouth, turned and proceeded to walk away. Soon he was out of sight. She stepped inside and closed the door...


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