Tasting You...  

YodelDealsSewed 57M/58F
121 posts
5/5/2006 4:40 am

Last Read:
7/20/2006 8:42 pm

Tasting You...

Tasting you…My lips begin their tour. Moving against your cheek, I slowly move toward your ear. Lips, moistly touching. Tasting you… With my tongue, I trace the contour of your ear... Probing… The warmth of my breath slides across the surface of your ear. It seems to wrap around your neck. You sigh... Down your neck, my lips and tongue continue to navigate. My fingers blazing the trail in light caresses along your chest. Stopping to toy with a firm nipple. My mouth quickly follows. I gently suck it into my mouth…kissing and caressing. Your breath is becoming more shallow. The tenseness is falling away from your body.
Your body is taking control of your mind as I slowly devour you. My hands stroking you softly. Carefully caressing you... My mouth slowly moves further down your torso... my descent is unhurried... Each area is kissed, licked, and nibbled…

The vanilla scent of the candles filling our senses mixing with our building passion… the sweet red wine still on our tongues… Marvin still softly playing in the other room… the water barely tepid now…

Enjoying the journey to your naval.. stopping there to briefly suck and nibble your stomach… my tongue circling your naval tenderly…

Anticipation is building in both of us and I slowly approach my final destination....

At last... I feel the brush against my cheek. The firmness slides along my neck. My own passions are sweeping through my body. My excitement urging me to hurry… But no... there is no need for hurry... the evening is ours. My hands stroke your delicious inner thighs... slowly... you respond… Gently pulling me to your lips for a tender kiss…

Your legs parting to allow my hands more area to pet. I turn my face. The tip of your crown brushes my moist lips. My tongue slides across its smoothness, delighting me in the feel and taste. With great care my tongue explores the entire crown. No area is omitted. Smiling to myself, I feel you pressing to gain entrance. Impishly I glance at you. Nope. Not yet anyway. With one hand I continue to stroke your inner thighs; close to the fork of your body. I stroke back and forth across the bridge ... down one thigh; back up; sliding across your marshmallowy cushions; down the other thigh; and back. My lips begin to walk down the length of your throbbing Staff. Oh. The feel of it against my lips and tongue. Surges of thrills attack my consciousness. Just the sensations. My lips become my being. My body telegraphing messages throughout my being. Licking. My tongue finds the shallow groove running the length of the Stiffness. Ahhh. Up and down. down and up. My free hand holds you steady as my tongue caresses and strokes the groove. The boiling within my groins becomes intense. Your thrusting assures me of the pleasure you are accepting, increasing my own desires even more. Turning slightly, I allow my mouth to seek the small hollow at the base of your shaft. I probe with my tongue. Discovering the firmness of the inner structures. Sucking. My hand stroking your manhood; tongue probing; the other hand now sliding across the orbs that are so firm. Your moans tell me you have surrendered to just accepting the sensations. Your body, like mine, is now one with your mind.
Very, very gently, I draw the Orbs as far into my mouth as I can.
Exploring the silky smoothness of their surface, the tactile messages are imbedded into my memory for recall when we are apart.
Now, I slide even further back. My tongue pressing as it tiptoes across the bridge behind the orbs. Probing. My tongue lubricates the tight opening. You lift upwards to me. My lips follow the crevice. My tongue massaging the crack. Eventually, I begin to retrace the path I had followed. My fingers following behind. Finding the tight cavern, one finger begins to just press against it, just pressing. rotating. stimulating. While my lips
again slide over the orb, along the staff, back to the crown. Now my mouth parts and I begin to draw you into my mouth. Down slightly. Pulling my head up. Now drawing you in a little further. And pulling away again. I use the suction of my mouth
to draw you in; my tongue to push you back out. Repeating the process with such slowness that it seems almost as if we are suspended in time.
Each time, my own body wants me to draw you fully in; however, I resist the urge; the sensations alone preparing allowing full relaxation so as to eventually take your member fully within my mouth.
Time no longer exists. There is nothing but the sensations sweeping through our bodies. Then you are fully into my mouth. The crown pressing into the tightness at the aperture of my throat. I swallow. The motions massage your Member. I feel it throbbing against my tongue and mouth. My own body is responding with torrents of moisture. I can feel the orbs moving so slightly as I suck deeply; drawing on your very inner being. Your moans of pleasure fill my ears. My own murmurings of delight muffled by the fullness in my throat. No longer can I prolong. My own body demands full release. Surrendering, I slide my hand through my own thatch to help bring us to the mutual climax. Faster; harder; deeply; .... holding ... drawing ... .... ... The sweet and sour taste of your essence fills my mouth as my own body releases its torrents. Our voices blend in unison as we crest into that universe of passion where only the fervor exists. There is nothing except the nerves which are now divesting themselves of energy. We are one. The throbbing of our hearts beat the primitive sounds of passion and rapture as nature intended. There is no perspective of time. It has stopped. Until our bodies release the last drops of our passions, we are bound in this world of delight. At long last, I turn back to you. Our chests heaving in unison. We kiss. And wrapped in the safety of each other's embrace, we drift off to dream of other times yet to be.

rm_PDLUV6996 48M

5/7/2006 9:46 pm

Ummm, sounds yummi. I would like to here more from your lips, pressing against his/our member. You tell a good story, if only it was turned into a movie .

honeybrown977 43M

5/8/2006 1:10 am

I am trying hard to be as eloquent as you, but all I can say is... "DAMN". Very well written (I especially loved that Marvin was playing in the background).

rm_woodman_157 61M

5/9/2006 11:37 pm

those piercing eyes ....I melt at their look. Quite the 'oration'.lolnice new series of pix btw

rm_panshv 55M
24 posts
5/27/2006 5:07 pm

all i can say is wow really enjoyed reading that as i have enjoyed other writings what a sexy lady have a great day

lilylicker1950 67M

7/11/2006 8:47 am


KathySidleTryst 57M
25 posts
12/30/2010 3:47 am

Your attention to detail is fantastic. Small details to built up passion makes me very hot. You are a beautiful woman and your mind is full of desire. Great combo, baby.

KathySidleTryst 57M
25 posts
12/30/2010 3:50 am

Before early morning class they shared together during that summer session at NSU, she called him. They had exchanged number for study purposes...”Coffee, baby, or me for your morning wake up call”? I was stunned by her ways. We had shared intimate moments before, but nothing like this. Just sexual and bodily innuendoes while chatting before class. “I finally left my fiancé.”
Fifteen minutes later and two hours before class, it begins to build. Slow and sensual, whatever between the two is shared. Very slow in the mornings. A stroke of your forearm and you wriggle in anticipation. My warm kisses on your neck get you moaning for things to come. You unbutton your over-sized shirt you slept in, and I slip my warm hand in and cup your breast, with my thumb very easily stroking your nipple. It grows and hardens. Your breathing changes to a fluttery, husky sound. I know I will have you now. Pulling your shirt open, I kiss your breast. I slowly circle your nipple with my tongue, then I suck on it with some force, just the right amount of tickle for your insatiable heat. It builds. I suddenly begin stroking your pussy over your now wet panties. Pulling them to one side and inserting my middle finger, stroking you slowly and deeply, then raising my hand to my mouth to taste you...this my early morning wake up call.

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