This is one of the plans I've concocted when i do get to meet with my online boyfriend.
WARNING: Contents may be not to your liking,especially if you are of the frigid and prude type.
The setting sun slowly made its way to meet the surface of the horizon that seems to be lifting up its face to receive that first warm touch. A burst of color signaled the start of a long kiss before darkness comes.
As if on cue, two figures on the shore melted into one. A single silhouette, arms entwined.
She could feel the warmth of the sunset on her back while she stares helplessly into his eyes. The lights reflecting on his eyes were enough to hold her enthralled. He slowly lowered his head to her half-open lips, capturing a sigh. Her arms found their way up his neck while he envelops her into his embrace. The taste of her lips was more than what he’d ever imagined. He has been running this scene in his mind for so long now, but still, he is not prepared for the reality of her taste. He took her lower lip between his lips and nipped a little. Soothing away the sweet sting with his tongue. Their tongues met and dance to a tune that their beating hearts are playing.
She was busily running her fingers through his hair while mimicking his every act, a nip for a nip, a suck for a suck.
He lifted her off her feet and carried her into the cottage. He pushed the open door with his shoulder, making his way to the rug in the middle of the small living room. He lowered her into the rug, disentangling her hands from his hair, before leaving the solace of her lips.
She watched him lock the door and click the lights on. It took him a little while to get the right lights on, not too glaring and yet enough to see his smile from across the small room. In the back of her mind was a prayer: “Oh please dear Lord, make him hurry. I want to feel him inside me.”
She welcomed him into her open arms as he slowly pushed her down the rug. He buried his head in the curve of her neck, touched his tongue to the tiny pulse beating there. Deeply breathing in her smell. All the while, his hand, as if on their own accord, run the length of her body to meet at the front clasp of her jeans. She helped him pulled down the constricting jeans from under her and was pleasantly surprised that it’s the only thing standing in between him and his goal. He chuckled as he placed a soft kiss on her mound and started his blissful journey above. Placing kisses along the path of the shadowy hair from her navel to her breast. Pulling her blouse up along the way. He unhooked her front clasp, slowly unraveling the soft flesh beneath. The look on his face, like a child unwrapping a present, made her smile. She pulled down his head for a kiss, drinking in his every taste. He pulled back his head and smiled. Place a gentle kiss on her nose and stood up.
She watched him took off his clothes. He stood in front of her in all his male glory. Unflinching. Unwavering. A stance that only a man who’s sure of the love his woman have for him can do. As if drawn by an invisible chord, she knelt. Took his dick between hands and gave it a small kiss. A small lick. Teasing the peak with the tip of her tongue in a circling motion. She runs the whole length of his dick with her tongue. Licking up, kissing down. Up….. down…...up…… down and finally drawing him in, all of him into her mouth. Enjoying the growling sounds that come from him. Basking in the power she has over him.
Unable to stand the sweet torture she’s putting him in, he fell to his knees and pulled her to him. He trailed kisses down her neck and until he reach a nipple. One hand continues its journey to her core while the other one is gently kneading a breast whose peak is so religiously being suckled. She guided his head to the other breast while writhing in the pleasure that his giving her. After paying homage to her breasts, he continues on to travel down, to the core of her. She can feel his lips probing, searching for that one pulse that will send her spiraling to the edges. She couldn’t hold down a shout when he finally centered on it. Sucking…. Licking…. Lapping….. Sucking. Nearly frantic, she pulled him up. And he gladly succumb, he thrust deep into her. Holding unto her hips while she pulled her feet up and wrap them around his nape. There was not a sound in the room except their moans of pleasure. Names whispered in sighs. And shouts of delirium. The dance continues until both were plunge into a deep vortex of bliss. And then, there was silence.
So how was it? You think it's lame??? Tell me............
WARNING: Contents may be not to your liking,especially if you are of the frigid and prude type.
The setting sun slowly made its way to meet the surface of the horizon that seems to be lifting up its face to receive that first warm touch. A burst of color signaled the start of a long kiss before darkness comes.
As if on cue, two figures on the shore melted into one. A single silhouette, arms entwined.
She could feel the warmth of the sunset on her back while she stares helplessly into his eyes. The lights reflecting on his eyes were enough to hold her enthralled. He slowly lowered his head to her half-open lips, capturing a sigh. Her arms found their way up his neck while he envelops her into his embrace. The taste of her lips was more than what he’d ever imagined. He has been running this scene in his mind for so long now, but still, he is not prepared for the reality of her taste. He took her lower lip between his lips and nipped a little. Soothing away the sweet sting with his tongue. Their tongues met and dance to a tune that their beating hearts are playing.
She was busily running her fingers through his hair while mimicking his every act, a nip for a nip, a suck for a suck.
He lifted her off her feet and carried her into the cottage. He pushed the open door with his shoulder, making his way to the rug in the middle of the small living room. He lowered her into the rug, disentangling her hands from his hair, before leaving the solace of her lips.
She watched him lock the door and click the lights on. It took him a little while to get the right lights on, not too glaring and yet enough to see his smile from across the small room. In the back of her mind was a prayer: “Oh please dear Lord, make him hurry. I want to feel him inside me.”
She welcomed him into her open arms as he slowly pushed her down the rug. He buried his head in the curve of her neck, touched his tongue to the tiny pulse beating there. Deeply breathing in her smell. All the while, his hand, as if on their own accord, run the length of her body to meet at the front clasp of her jeans. She helped him pulled down the constricting jeans from under her and was pleasantly surprised that it’s the only thing standing in between him and his goal. He chuckled as he placed a soft kiss on her mound and started his blissful journey above. Placing kisses along the path of the shadowy hair from her navel to her breast. Pulling her blouse up along the way. He unhooked her front clasp, slowly unraveling the soft flesh beneath. The look on his face, like a child unwrapping a present, made her smile. She pulled down his head for a kiss, drinking in his every taste. He pulled back his head and smiled. Place a gentle kiss on her nose and stood up.
She watched him took off his clothes. He stood in front of her in all his male glory. Unflinching. Unwavering. A stance that only a man who’s sure of the love his woman have for him can do. As if drawn by an invisible chord, she knelt. Took his dick between hands and gave it a small kiss. A small lick. Teasing the peak with the tip of her tongue in a circling motion. She runs the whole length of his dick with her tongue. Licking up, kissing down. Up….. down…...up…… down and finally drawing him in, all of him into her mouth. Enjoying the growling sounds that come from him. Basking in the power she has over him.
Unable to stand the sweet torture she’s putting him in, he fell to his knees and pulled her to him. He trailed kisses down her neck and until he reach a nipple. One hand continues its journey to her core while the other one is gently kneading a breast whose peak is so religiously being suckled. She guided his head to the other breast while writhing in the pleasure that his giving her. After paying homage to her breasts, he continues on to travel down, to the core of her. She can feel his lips probing, searching for that one pulse that will send her spiraling to the edges. She couldn’t hold down a shout when he finally centered on it. Sucking…. Licking…. Lapping….. Sucking. Nearly frantic, she pulled him up. And he gladly succumb, he thrust deep into her. Holding unto her hips while she pulled her feet up and wrap them around his nape. There was not a sound in the room except their moans of pleasure. Names whispered in sighs. And shouts of delirium. The dance continues until both were plunge into a deep vortex of bliss. And then, there was silence.
So how was it? You think it's lame??? Tell me............
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People should read this.
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