Sex, really good sex, is always a feast for the senses. There's no denying that the visuals are exquisite -- seeing your breasts jiggle as you ride me, the glint of sunlight in your hair as I twine it in my fist, the glistening wetness on your thighs after I've just finished eating you into a stupor. And the tactile sensations are equally fine -- that rustling of clothing being drawn off so slowly, the featherlight touch of fingertips on heated skin, the spears of bright pleasure that shoot through you when I bite your nipples lightly, the all-consuming heat that engulfs me when I slide into your soaking wet depths.
Right now, though, I'm concentrating on the sounds we make, and the sounds we're making:
-- that breathy little moan you make when I twist your nipple just so;
-- the squishy wet sounds my cock makes sliding in and out of you;
-- the sound of soft jazz music playing just above the threshold of hearing, background for our tryst;
-- the drawn out "uhhhhhhhhh" that I make when I'm fucking you oh so slowly;
-- the creaking of the headboard as you wrap your hands around the posts and pull tight to brace yourself;
-- the zzzzzizzzzz of flesh sliding across cool satin sheets as we shift to a new position;
-- our heavy breathing, sometimes in tandem, sometimes mixed and mingled, strained but easeful;
-- the whispered endearments tossed back and forth ("love you." "love YOU!");
-- the moaned, more direct imprecations that we make as our fucking gets more intense ("oh fuck." "oh god that's nice." "gimme that cock." "you're so fucking good." "oh, harder, yes, like that." "oh yes, yes, I love it when you do that.");
-- the soft "thup thup thup" of my body meeting yours, poised atop you and driving slowly within;
-- the softly gasped "oh god yes" that you emit when you're about ready to come;
-- the long, drawn-out moaning cry that you release when you're released and come hard, shuddering and convulsing;
-- the muffled hiss I make when you claw my back with your nails;
-- the almost-inaudible clasp of restraining hands on flesh, as I grab your hips with my hands and lift you to drive deeper into you;
-- the growling, snarling grunts that I make when I spill over the edge and spill into you myself;
-- our mixed panting, a soft "thud" as I collapse on you, and the thudding of our hearts, our lifeblood, our pulses beating in our ears.
That's some good aural sex, right there.
-- PB
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Oral Worship Day: The Faithful Wife
This is my first (and probably last) go at the Italian sonnet form, with the theme of the day ~ Spanky
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The Faithful Wife
for Kallisto
A faithful wife with one desire to please
whose burning cheeks reveal her inner flame,
she pushes past the boundary of her shame
and murmurs sighs of joy poised on her knees.
As one hand reaches 'round with loving squeeze
the other dances and she starts the game
of sliding lips that spark his building flame,
until she makes him groan with practiced ease.
Her vision and her memory haunt his mind
to play again her each and every sound,
her clutching grasp and endless throbbing moan.
Their flesh is destined soon to be combined
his focus on her perfect, shaven mound,
to savor her again, the best he's known.
for Kallisto
A faithful wife with one desire to please
whose burning cheeks reveal her inner flame,
she pushes past the boundary of her shame
and murmurs sighs of joy poised on her knees.
As one hand reaches 'round with loving squeeze
the other dances and she starts the game
of sliding lips that spark his building flame,
until she makes him groan with practiced ease.
Her vision and her memory haunt his mind
to play again her each and every sound,
her clutching grasp and endless throbbing moan.
Their flesh is destined soon to be combined
his focus on her perfect, shaven mound,
to savor her again, the best he's known.
Oral Worship Day: "Flower Worship"
( Not a "flash" fiction exactly -- too long for that -- but I had enough requests to put it up here for Oral Worship Day that I'm obliging. Enjoy! --PB )
Last time I had you, it was all about me. I promised you that this time it'd be all about you. So lie back, my lady, and indulge me in a bit of flower worship.
It's no accident that poets, painters and artists have referred to the vagina as a flower. The folds, the delicate pink color, the glistening drops of dew -- just lovely. The scent and taste differ from woman to woman, but I've never found one that I don't like -- and I particularly like yours.
I start by standing in front of you and deliberately eyeing your body from every angle; feasting on you with my eyes, drinking you in, amazed that such loveliness can be mine. I walk around you, touching you here and there -- a caress on the cheek, a gentle touch on your breast, a trail of fingertips along your neck and collarbone, a slide of my palm down the small of your back. I can see you shivering with delight and anticipation, and smile to myself. I step closer, behind you, and put my hands on your waist. I nuzzle your neck and plant a trail of small kisses from the knob of your spine up and around to your earlobe. I nip lightly before releasing it -- a breathy "Ohhhh" escapes you -- and begin to unbutton your shirt.
Inch by inch my fingers trail down your front, caressing, exploring, unbuttoning. I pull the folds of the shirt free and run my thumbs over your nipples, then cup your breasts and squeeze them softly. You moan deep in your throat. I pull your arms behind you and draw the shirt down and off, tossing it aside, then begin slowly sliding your skirt up your thighs. Again, it's a slow thing -- lots of caresses, lots of whisperlight touches, brushing my hands over your knees, the insides of your thighs, the curves of your ass. I hike the skirt up further, to your waist, then suddenly I press against you from behind, letting you feel the bulge in my jeans, rubbing it up and down the crack of your ass. I know you like the feel of the denim against your bare flesh because a soft sigh escapes you.
My fingers are now working their way up the insides of your thighs, teasing, brushing, rubbing firmly. I brush my palm against the front of your panties and am rewarded by a quick gasp. I can feel your growing excitement through the thin fabric, and grin again. I brush my fingers against your crotch again, this time harder, pressing a bit more firmly, making a slow circular motion. You moan more loudly this time and I feel shudders passing through you. They're amplified when I work my hand inside the waistband of your panties and slip my fingers lower, questing further, slipping one finger then two inside your slit.
You're hot and wet already. I must be doing something right. I push my middle finger deeper, curling it around, trying for your G-spot. My thumb begins to work on your clit, spreading the wetness from your slit all around your lips, but concentrating on the little button that makes you gasp and moan. Inside, my middle finger still slides in and out, feeling your gushing wetness, massaging the little knot at the front, pressing softly at first then a bit harder.
When the trembling of your legs and the quivering of your flesh -- not to mention the cries of pleasure you're making -- signals me that you're going to have trouble standing for much more, I relent and pull my fingers free. I help you pull down and step out of skirt and panties, then turn you to face me. You move in for a kiss but I stop you with a finger on your lips, wanting to admire you for just a moment. You, on the other hand, have different ideas, capturing that finger and sucking your own slickness off of it. I sigh softly as your tongue caresses my digit, and my cock hardens still more. But this time isn't for me. I urge you back and help you lie down on the soft carpet, then prop a pillow underneath your ass to raise and spread you better for my access.
I lie down between your spread legs, admiring what I see. You're splayed and spread for me, your legs open wide, your body laid out for me like a sumptuous banquet. And I intend to dine well this night. I begin working my way up your legs, starting with your toes and trailing kisses and slow licks up your body. As I approach your pussy the kisses are longer, hotter; the licks harder and more deliberate. My tonguetip works its way slowly around your outer lips, teasing, probing. Gradually I move from using the tip of my tongue to swiping its entire broad length along your sopping slit from bottom to top and back again. Your moans are music to me; I use them as directions, telling me what you like and what works best. Your taste, so spicy-sweet, and your scent, so musky and affecting -- they're making my head spin.
Now I work a couple of fingers into you, sliding them about, getting them well and truly coated with your girl gloss. Then I use my thumbs to open you like a flower unfurling. It's not something I have to fight to do -- your lips are plump and shining with your excitement, swollen with need. Your hips are moving in slow undulating waves, responding to my touch, to my tongue, to my invading fingers.
I stop for a moment and survey your body, grinning. Your face is flushed and your hair is tousled from where you've been tossing it back and forth on the floor. The tips of your breasts are capped with nipples gone rock-hard from arousal. One hand is lazily massaging one breast, squeezing and pulling on a nipple, making it stand out like a pencil eraser -- but larger. You lick your lips as you see me gazing at you, and blink sleepy eyes dazed with pleasure.
Back I go to your dripping wet pussy, now working on you in earnest. I slide two fingers into you again and crook them in a reverse C, making a "come hither" motion. I put a bit of pressure on your G-spot and go back to work on the outside as well, licking and sucking around your outer lips, spiraling inward, plunging my tongue into you like a cock, then withdrawing it and making little circling motions around your clit. More moans drift from your mouth and your hips rise up towards me. Now I'm licking in long slow strokes from the bottom up to the top, using the broad side of my tongue, steadily increasing the pressure. I finish off each stroke with special attention on your clit. Sometimes I use the broad side on you, sometimes I use the tip to circle around and below it, sometimes I slip it back and forth across it, flicking gently.
Teasing is all well and good but I want you to crest the wave and fall, screaming. I gently capture your clit between my lips and then begin rippling my tongue back and forth across it, pressing from above. I know this drives you wild and very soon it has the desired effect; your hips are bucking furiously. I have to use my free hand to wrap around your thigh and hold you down; my other hand is still busy, two fingers inside you still pressing on your G-spot. I can tell you're getting near the edge, but refuse to be hurried; I continue the long slow strokes of my tongue on your clit with the same rhythm of my fingers inside you. I feel your hand wind into my hair and clench hard, keeping me in place -- not that I'd want to go anywhere else!
Abruptly your body goes rigid and a high, keening wail bursts from you. "Yes! Yes! Yes, right there, right there, rightthererightthererightthere.....OHHHHHHHH!" I keep up the oral / digital assault for a few more seconds, guiding you gently over the edge, then halt before you grow too sensitive and push me away. Gasping and moaning, you shiver to conclusion, going rigid all over, then slowly relax. I wait for about ten seconds, then go right back to work on you, trying for round two. In no time at all you're throwing your head back and forth and your hips are rising to meet me once more. "Oh yeah. Oh, like that. Oh, don't stop. Yeah, right there. Oh, god, that's good. Yes, yes, yes.....yes.......yes.......YES!!!"
This time you're shuddering and shaking as you come even harder. It's almost half a minute before you've stopped quivering and thrashing about, stars exploding in front of your eyes and sunlight filling your head. But you're just coming down from that when you feel it building again; I've resumed licking you gently, rippling the broad side of my tongue across your clit and this time sliding two fingers in and out of you. I feel you clenching around me, so tight, so hot, and shake my head mentally at the heat and wetness you're generating, but only mentally; I'm still busy, taking you to the finish line for the third time. My free hand now slips up to your breast and begins fondling it, first gently then much more roughly. I hear you shriek in surprise as I tweak one nipple hard and your hips buck twice in surprise, but then you're begging me to do it again, do it harder, to squeeze your tits, to eat you like an ice-cream cone. I'm licking at you harder now, most of the niceties gone, but still in the same deliberate rhythm. My fingers, on the other hand, are pistoning in and out of you faster and faster.
I raise my head long enough to murmur, "Now, baby. Come for me," and it seems you were just waiting for that signal. With another scream of pleasure you come for the third time, your hips rising up to meet my invading tongue and fingers, arching like you're trying to emulate a rainbow. Quivering and shaking, heated chills racing over your skin, rippling waves of pleasure washing you from head to toe, you cry out your joy then fall limp, your pussy clenching around my fingers, your girlcum trickling out of you to pool on the carpeting.
I wait for you to come down a bit more, then slowly slide my fingers out and pull my mouth off of you. I sit up, wiping my face absently on my forearm, and behold one of the sexiest sights a man can ever see -- the sight of a woman who's been given exactly what she wanted and enjoyed the hell out of it.
How lucky for me that it was exactly what I wanted as well.
-- PB
Last time I had you, it was all about me. I promised you that this time it'd be all about you. So lie back, my lady, and indulge me in a bit of flower worship.
It's no accident that poets, painters and artists have referred to the vagina as a flower. The folds, the delicate pink color, the glistening drops of dew -- just lovely. The scent and taste differ from woman to woman, but I've never found one that I don't like -- and I particularly like yours.
I start by standing in front of you and deliberately eyeing your body from every angle; feasting on you with my eyes, drinking you in, amazed that such loveliness can be mine. I walk around you, touching you here and there -- a caress on the cheek, a gentle touch on your breast, a trail of fingertips along your neck and collarbone, a slide of my palm down the small of your back. I can see you shivering with delight and anticipation, and smile to myself. I step closer, behind you, and put my hands on your waist. I nuzzle your neck and plant a trail of small kisses from the knob of your spine up and around to your earlobe. I nip lightly before releasing it -- a breathy "Ohhhh" escapes you -- and begin to unbutton your shirt.
Inch by inch my fingers trail down your front, caressing, exploring, unbuttoning. I pull the folds of the shirt free and run my thumbs over your nipples, then cup your breasts and squeeze them softly. You moan deep in your throat. I pull your arms behind you and draw the shirt down and off, tossing it aside, then begin slowly sliding your skirt up your thighs. Again, it's a slow thing -- lots of caresses, lots of whisperlight touches, brushing my hands over your knees, the insides of your thighs, the curves of your ass. I hike the skirt up further, to your waist, then suddenly I press against you from behind, letting you feel the bulge in my jeans, rubbing it up and down the crack of your ass. I know you like the feel of the denim against your bare flesh because a soft sigh escapes you.
My fingers are now working their way up the insides of your thighs, teasing, brushing, rubbing firmly. I brush my palm against the front of your panties and am rewarded by a quick gasp. I can feel your growing excitement through the thin fabric, and grin again. I brush my fingers against your crotch again, this time harder, pressing a bit more firmly, making a slow circular motion. You moan more loudly this time and I feel shudders passing through you. They're amplified when I work my hand inside the waistband of your panties and slip my fingers lower, questing further, slipping one finger then two inside your slit.
You're hot and wet already. I must be doing something right. I push my middle finger deeper, curling it around, trying for your G-spot. My thumb begins to work on your clit, spreading the wetness from your slit all around your lips, but concentrating on the little button that makes you gasp and moan. Inside, my middle finger still slides in and out, feeling your gushing wetness, massaging the little knot at the front, pressing softly at first then a bit harder.
When the trembling of your legs and the quivering of your flesh -- not to mention the cries of pleasure you're making -- signals me that you're going to have trouble standing for much more, I relent and pull my fingers free. I help you pull down and step out of skirt and panties, then turn you to face me. You move in for a kiss but I stop you with a finger on your lips, wanting to admire you for just a moment. You, on the other hand, have different ideas, capturing that finger and sucking your own slickness off of it. I sigh softly as your tongue caresses my digit, and my cock hardens still more. But this time isn't for me. I urge you back and help you lie down on the soft carpet, then prop a pillow underneath your ass to raise and spread you better for my access.
I lie down between your spread legs, admiring what I see. You're splayed and spread for me, your legs open wide, your body laid out for me like a sumptuous banquet. And I intend to dine well this night. I begin working my way up your legs, starting with your toes and trailing kisses and slow licks up your body. As I approach your pussy the kisses are longer, hotter; the licks harder and more deliberate. My tonguetip works its way slowly around your outer lips, teasing, probing. Gradually I move from using the tip of my tongue to swiping its entire broad length along your sopping slit from bottom to top and back again. Your moans are music to me; I use them as directions, telling me what you like and what works best. Your taste, so spicy-sweet, and your scent, so musky and affecting -- they're making my head spin.
Now I work a couple of fingers into you, sliding them about, getting them well and truly coated with your girl gloss. Then I use my thumbs to open you like a flower unfurling. It's not something I have to fight to do -- your lips are plump and shining with your excitement, swollen with need. Your hips are moving in slow undulating waves, responding to my touch, to my tongue, to my invading fingers.
I stop for a moment and survey your body, grinning. Your face is flushed and your hair is tousled from where you've been tossing it back and forth on the floor. The tips of your breasts are capped with nipples gone rock-hard from arousal. One hand is lazily massaging one breast, squeezing and pulling on a nipple, making it stand out like a pencil eraser -- but larger. You lick your lips as you see me gazing at you, and blink sleepy eyes dazed with pleasure.
Back I go to your dripping wet pussy, now working on you in earnest. I slide two fingers into you again and crook them in a reverse C, making a "come hither" motion. I put a bit of pressure on your G-spot and go back to work on the outside as well, licking and sucking around your outer lips, spiraling inward, plunging my tongue into you like a cock, then withdrawing it and making little circling motions around your clit. More moans drift from your mouth and your hips rise up towards me. Now I'm licking in long slow strokes from the bottom up to the top, using the broad side of my tongue, steadily increasing the pressure. I finish off each stroke with special attention on your clit. Sometimes I use the broad side on you, sometimes I use the tip to circle around and below it, sometimes I slip it back and forth across it, flicking gently.
Teasing is all well and good but I want you to crest the wave and fall, screaming. I gently capture your clit between my lips and then begin rippling my tongue back and forth across it, pressing from above. I know this drives you wild and very soon it has the desired effect; your hips are bucking furiously. I have to use my free hand to wrap around your thigh and hold you down; my other hand is still busy, two fingers inside you still pressing on your G-spot. I can tell you're getting near the edge, but refuse to be hurried; I continue the long slow strokes of my tongue on your clit with the same rhythm of my fingers inside you. I feel your hand wind into my hair and clench hard, keeping me in place -- not that I'd want to go anywhere else!
Abruptly your body goes rigid and a high, keening wail bursts from you. "Yes! Yes! Yes, right there, right there, rightthererightthererightthere.....OHHHHHHHH!" I keep up the oral / digital assault for a few more seconds, guiding you gently over the edge, then halt before you grow too sensitive and push me away. Gasping and moaning, you shiver to conclusion, going rigid all over, then slowly relax. I wait for about ten seconds, then go right back to work on you, trying for round two. In no time at all you're throwing your head back and forth and your hips are rising to meet me once more. "Oh yeah. Oh, like that. Oh, don't stop. Yeah, right there. Oh, god, that's good. Yes, yes, yes.....yes.......yes.......YES!!!"
This time you're shuddering and shaking as you come even harder. It's almost half a minute before you've stopped quivering and thrashing about, stars exploding in front of your eyes and sunlight filling your head. But you're just coming down from that when you feel it building again; I've resumed licking you gently, rippling the broad side of my tongue across your clit and this time sliding two fingers in and out of you. I feel you clenching around me, so tight, so hot, and shake my head mentally at the heat and wetness you're generating, but only mentally; I'm still busy, taking you to the finish line for the third time. My free hand now slips up to your breast and begins fondling it, first gently then much more roughly. I hear you shriek in surprise as I tweak one nipple hard and your hips buck twice in surprise, but then you're begging me to do it again, do it harder, to squeeze your tits, to eat you like an ice-cream cone. I'm licking at you harder now, most of the niceties gone, but still in the same deliberate rhythm. My fingers, on the other hand, are pistoning in and out of you faster and faster.
I raise my head long enough to murmur, "Now, baby. Come for me," and it seems you were just waiting for that signal. With another scream of pleasure you come for the third time, your hips rising up to meet my invading tongue and fingers, arching like you're trying to emulate a rainbow. Quivering and shaking, heated chills racing over your skin, rippling waves of pleasure washing you from head to toe, you cry out your joy then fall limp, your pussy clenching around my fingers, your girlcum trickling out of you to pool on the carpeting.
I wait for you to come down a bit more, then slowly slide my fingers out and pull my mouth off of you. I sit up, wiping my face absently on my forearm, and behold one of the sexiest sights a man can ever see -- the sight of a woman who's been given exactly what she wanted and enjoyed the hell out of it.
How lucky for me that it was exactly what I wanted as well.
-- PB
Monday, November 2, 2009
For his enjoyment
For His Enjoyment
By: Measha Stone
“This is Rick,” her Master introduced his slave to a long time friend. She nodded politely to the man standing before her and looked up at her Master, waiting for him to continue. She had known this night would arrive, he had warned her. He had told her that one night, when she was not expecting it, he would bring a man over for her to pleasure. It was his request, for his own entertainment. He had promised the man would not take her would indeed not touch her for she was his property and only he was allowed to lay hands on her in any way. By: Measha Stone
He had explained that her mouth was his property as well as the rest of her body. He had told her that he wanted her to use that mouth to pleasure another man for him.
“Rick, this Sally my slave,” her masters voice was full of pride when he introduced her to the strange man. From on her knees, as he had instructed her to kneel beside him when the man had walked into their home, she had to look up at him to see his features. Although, she found him appealing he was no match for her Master’s good looks.
She was told to keep her position as the men walked away to talk. She could only hear murmurs of their voices and did not understand their words.
Her master stood beside her once more and she leaned her cheek to brush against his leg. He cupped her chin in his hand and pulled on her roughly to bring her stare up at him. “Open your mouth,” he ordered and she complied. Without releasing her, he thrust his thumb into her mouth, she instantly wrapped her lips around it and began to suck and nibble. “Good girl,” he pulled his thumb out and turned her head to face Rick who had come to stand before her. “Open,” he commanded again when she had begun to relax her jaw.
Obediently, she opened her mouth. Closing her eyes would have been disrespectful so she kept them open and watched as the stranger unzipped his jeans and pulled himself free. She could smell his sex from where she was, only a scant inch or so away and her mouth instantly began to water. She felt her Master leave her side and before she had a chance to look for him Rick pushed his dick into her mouth.
Instinctively she wrapped her lips around his shaft and ran her tongue over the head of him, sucking on him as she did so. She flicked her tongue over the opening of his dick and plunged downward on it -taking all of him into her mouth. Her master had trained her on perfecting taking all of a dick. She proudly showed her skill as she felt Ricks dick slid down her throat and, she pulled away slightly only to plung again onto him.
She raised her right hand and pulled his balls free from his jeans and began to rub them gently as she licked the length of him, keeping her eyes on his face as she did so. He was looking downward at her, a grin on his face, as he let her weave her magic over his cock. She ducked lower and took his balls into her mouth, sucking gently as she wrapped her hand around his thickness and began to stroke him steadily.
Once again she cupped his balls and massaged them with one hand, while she used her free hand to grip his shaft and she let her mouth do the rest. She licked at the tip of him before running her tongue down the length of his dick and finally she took him back into her mouth as she sucked on him hard. She was stroking him, massaging him and sucking on him simultaneously - his moans driving her to continue in her actions.
His cock stiffened a bit more and she prepared herself. “On your face,” she heard her Master’s voice and she pulled off and began to stroke him harder. A low growl was her only warning as he began to spill his pleasure onto her face. She felt the hot sticky cum dripping down her cheek but made no move to wipe it from her. She released Rick and he stepped back from her as he tucked his dick back into his jeans. He found a chair behind him and threw himself into it, still catching his breath.
“Beautiful,” her Master complimented her as he neared her. She felt such a fool with cum dripping off her face yet she was becoming wetter by the second as he stared at her. He squatted down before her and gently wiped her face clean with a towel. He took great care to wipe her chin and her neck. He granted her with a smile of pride and kissed her passionately. “You did good,” he whispered into her ear. “Go now to your room, use your fingers and fuck yourself until you cum twice.”
Needing no more prodding she was quick to drop to her hands and quickly crawled from the room and searched out her bedroom. She heard Rick complimenting her talents as she climbed into her bed but all she could think of at that moment was feeding her own hunger and finding her own release. She reached downward and gripped her clit between her fingers……..
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Suck in your sin...
...We lay there upon rumpled linens--recuperating; reminiscing; reliving past lives out loud. I listened as you recounted rakish tales and youthful adventures; wondering to myself what it would have been like to have known you way-back-when...to have pumped you in your portentous prime.We speculated and supposed on the here and now. Laughing at ourselves; lamenting lost loves and opportunities; lazily caressing each other until an entire hour of our time had slipped away. I rolled onto my side to face you, and noticed that you had been languidly stroking your cock as we talked. You smiled and kissed me, giving me that feral look I’ve come to know and love.
I slithered on top of you, offering bisous en retour before taking your nipple between my lips. Petit morsures; fervent suckling sent your head lolling to one side. I took note of the rise and fall of your broad chest; the thumping of your pulse within as I groped and mauled your flesh. I watched your eyes close and peace wash over your face as I silently inched further down your body.Soon I was tucked between your long legs, child-posed and head-to-head with the object of my lust and desire. That sweet shaft well within reach of my wicked, wanton lips. I could never resist such temptation, nor would I want to.
Sans plea or permission, I sucked you in...and to my surprise you didn’t deny me. You didn’t stop me or make me beg. No, no...this time you simply allowed me to subjugate myself at the alter of your cock; my place of worship. I thanked gods for small favors as I continued my sacrament.
I began bobbing slowly, up and down the length of you. Dripping drool from base to tip rendered it slick and sheeny like polished stone. My tongue swirled beneath and around; tasting; testing your limits. Your hips responded with spiraling thrusts into my throat--each deeper and more violent than the last.
My bare breasts swayed; hardened, tender nips grazing your inner thighs with each dip. Moaned ummhmmmm’s sent rippling currents through your loins. Your body twitched and tensed; bellows brewed in your belly. I knew you were close; the mere notion feeding my ravenous hunger for such power and confirmation. Yesssss...I would suck in your sin.
My frolicking fingers found your chest again; pinching and rolling your sensitive nipples. Faint rumblings begot boisterous growls, and soon--uncontrollably--your fount spewed forth. Hot, salty cum filled my mouth as your body convulsed with satisfaction. I swallowed hard; drinking in as much of you as I could in one gagging gulp. Overflow escaped the corners of my lips, cascading down your well-sucked shaft and emptied scrotum. “I thought that I should have thrown you over and pounded that little pussy; but it was too late. You were mouth-milking me too perfectly.”
Music to my ears, that was. A symphony for my soul. I was so very pleased to have pleased you, Daddy...again.
~Respectfully submitted by Luna Mauvaise~
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Inspiration
Here's an inspirational photo I found on Tumblr, in hopes that it will spur a little creativity here:
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