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06 Sep 2016


How can I write a fantasy knowing it can never be exactly what I want , because I orchestrate it , rather then we? When my lips brush yours will you lightly stroke the nape of my neck? Or would you bite my lower lip asking without words to gain entrance? Perhaps you would demand , rather then ask. Each action can set off its own chain of possible reactions , which will in turn set off different responses....The possibilities are endless. Let's return to that simple innocent kiss.

My lips brush yours lightly, teasingly. Your fingers curl into the nape of my neck....gasping my lips apart and you seize the moment. I exhale slowly , my breath warm on you as my tongue dances tentatively with yours...A game of cat and mouse....meeting , retreating, but always returning. My hands cup your jaw , thumbs caressing your cheeks as we both close our eyes , lost in a moment that has become an eternity of tenderness.

My hands glide along your chest , unfastening buttons until my fingers slide against your skin. As my tongue swirls against yours my fingers bite into your hips , pulling the evidence of your arousel against my abdomen. Our mouths part and my lips move along your neck , seeking the hollow of your throat. Your growl in response causes my heart to leap and before I can think , your mouth is hot against mine. .....demanding entrance . There is no thought but your taste, your scent , the feeling of your thickening manhood pressing through your pants.

My hands grips your shoulders helplessly, and I feel needful. Drowning against you , in you , I wrench my head free trying to clear my senses. Your tongue flicks harshly against the nub. A sigh leaves my lips as you relinquish your possession of my breastfeeding. You pick me up and deposit me on the counter , lowering your head once more to my other breast. I tilt my head down , watching you , and realize you pulled my skirt up to my waist without ceremony. Your eyes catch mine and hold them....a silent challenge reflected there. You continue to watch me as your mouth finally hovers over the painfully hard nipped. ...lightly brushing your lips against it. My eyes flutter shut and the sensations instantly stop , and as my eyes open once more...I watch you , watching me .

You finally concede and I'm swept away as a molten heat spread through me with each suck and scrape of your mouth. My thumbs hooking into your waistband and pushing your pants down in a frenzy. Another moan wavers in the air as I feel your rigid erection break free....resting on my thigh. I squirm uncontrollably , desperately , until you grab my hips and pull me foward

Unable to do anything but support myself , my hands go behind me...holding myself up as you guide my hips to the edge of the counter. The only warning is the quick nip of your teeth against my nipple as you thrust into me.

My head fell back in abandon , my muscles tense and my skin damp with frustration and need. Your mouth feeds on me insatiably. ..from breast to neck......shoulder to breast once more , while your unrelenting thrusts push you to my core. My legs curl around your hips....my heels digging into your backside....urging you deeper still. I'm helpless to do more then watch...my eyes half open in a haze...clouded by perspiration. Your thrusts becomes faster , until I cannot see a difference in our bodies. The sound of our breathing and accelerated hearts seems to match perfectly.

An eternity passes before I realize that every thrust tears some guttural sound from my throat. My muscles clenched around your throbbing manhood...refusing to allow me peace until you've gone with me. I feel you erupt inside me , and I peak a wave of pure erotic heat....spiralling out of control. Your hips sink into mine and finally still...your chest collapsing onto me just as my arms finally gives and I sink back .....my nearly charred flesh soothed by the cool marble counter. Weakly my arms wrap around you...unable to do more than breath. A long peaceful silence lies around us...interrupted only by our heavy breathing and pounding hearts.

I really must apologise. I've forgotten what this letter is about. I had a point ....but I forgot I. Right now my only desire is to have you close to me, to explore the possibilities. ..


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