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Im sitting on a bench at Lovers Point in Monterey a
special place for me, as I have always felt strongly drawn to the sea. The
sun is setting in hues of pink, orange and violet, sinking into the sea
and setting the sky on fire. As I listen to the waves crash, I feel myself
recharging. I relax and let whatever feelings may come have free reign.
Theres a cool breeze that touches the exposed skin of my arms and face
softly, like a half remembered caress from a lover long gone. I breathe
deeply, savoring the salty tang of the sea air as it mingles with my own
chosen scent cherry blossoms.
Content to simply linger there, in that peaceful moment, I am surprised
when I feel a warm hand gently laid on my shoulder, followed by the
lightest of kisses behind my right ear. This is a highly sensitive spot
for me, and I feel my nipples harden instantly. Surprised, but not in the
least apprehensive, I turn around. You are somehow there, with a fire in
your eyes that is plain in its single-minded intensity. It seems you have
walked right out of one of my more romantic dreams. Youre wearing well
fitting jeans and a white linen shirt, open just enough to hint at a
strong and masculine chest for me to adore. But what draws me and holds me
are your eyes. The desire, the undisguised hunger in them. As I allow
myself to sink even deeper into those windows to your soul, you reach up
and I notice a single, perfect, white rose in your hand. Slowly, never
breaking my gaze, you stroke the rose down my cheek and over my slightly
parted lips. I hear you whisper one word…
Please.
I am trembling with emotion incapable of responding verbally. I break your
gaze and cast my eyes downward, giving my consent and coyly communicating
my own desire. You take my hand and we walk together, always touching,
caressing, silent promises of the intimacy to come. My heart begins to
beat wildly as we turn into the Seven Gables Inn, a gorgeous B&B right on
the ocean. We climb the stairs and you open the door to a beautiful room,
dominated, of course, by a huge antique bed; feather comforters, satin
sheets and pillows enough for a harem. I enter first, awed and trembling.
You gently close and lock the door. No interference from the outside world
on this night. This room is big enough to be our universe for now. You
walk towards me and open your mouth to speak. I quickly put a gentle
finger to your lips. There is no need for words right now. Only touch.
Only taste. I wish to explore you sensation by sweet sensation. I want to
discover you slowly and completely.
I begin at the beginning…with a kiss. Your lips are warm and soft and I
moan as I feel your tongue willing slip against my own. I feel your hand
cradling my head, my full breasts crushed to your chest. Reluctantly, I
break away and begin kissing your throat and neck. Your scent rich and
masculine speaks to my body which responds of its own accord. I abandon
all pretense at conscious control and allow myself the true ecstasy of
erotic freedom. I kiss and lick my way down your chest, unbuttoning your
shirt. Your nipples are hard echoes of my own and I delight in licking,
sucking and nipping them until you cant help but growl and moan with
pleasure.
Those moans increase in volume when I place my hand over the large bulge I
have been feeling in your jeans for some time. Again you begin to speak,
and again I stop your mouth, this time with a kiss passionate and full of
my own longing, my own need of you. As I taste your mouth I free you from
your jeans. My long nails trace gentle patterns along the length of you.
You are beautiful in your fullness. Velvet and steel. You lead me to the
bed and stretch out on your back. You know as well as I do what is to come
next. I love that you allow me to discover you in my own way, without
making demands on me…yet.
Lying beside you, I kiss the base of your cock, breathing you in, your
scent again speaking to me. I run my tongue slowly along the length of
you, noticing the places that make you tense and sigh. I tease the
underside of your head, pleased to see that there too, is a sensitive
spot! There is a drop of moisture glistening at the very tip. I extend my
tongue and delicately taste your essence for the first time. I open my
mouth and engulf you, feeling your body tense and relax in turn as I bury
you in my warm and wet mouth. My tongue circles you as I suck; adding a
different layer to the sensations you must be feeling. I cup your full
balls in my hand and feel them tighten as I lean farther down to kiss and
suck them as well. I can hear you grabbing the bedding almost
spasmodically and know that I have brought you to the brink of orgasm. I
am still fully dressed, but my thong is soaked with my own sweetness. I am
close to orgasm myself, simply from the pleasure I derive from pleasing
you so completely! Then I remember that this is a night for discovery - a
magic time out of time. Ours to create. There is so much more I want to
experience with you.
With the whimper of a small child denied a favorite treat, I pull away
from your cock and sit up next to you. I pick up your hand and kiss your
palm, running my tongue in a small circle, tasting the saltiness of your
skin. I take a moment and simply look at you, my eyes drinking you in.
Your eyes are closed and I see you smile…that smile I have seen in photos
and in my dreams when the world is dark. What a gift that you now smile
for me. I place your hand on my breast, knowing you can feel my nipple,
hard and pink, beneath my blouse and lacy bra. As you did earlier, I
whisper one word, as usual, chosen carefully for this one moment…
Now. I gasp.
Shedding your remaining clothing, you take great care undressing me. Each
breast is treated to a long, slow suckle, your body pressed against mine.
I am wet beyond reason and cannot help grinding my hips against you. I
look in your eyes and notice an impish light. You realize just how much I
want, I need to feel you inside me…and are making me wait on purpose!
Fine. I have tricks of my own!
You remove my skirt and drenched panties and pause for a moment, simply
watching me. My hand wanders down, almost of its own accord, and begins to
stroke my wet pussy, seeking relief. You gently but firmly grab my wrist
and move it away. Staring at my pussy still, a sound escapes your lips.
Not a word, more a need given voice. That sigh, that moan of pure desire
and need is enough to trigger my orgasm. Without touching me. I arch my
back and scream my passion as I writhe and pitch in front of you.
I have had some training in tantra and have learned to prolong my orgasms
so they last minutes, not seconds. Fully abandoned to the intensity of my
orgasm, I am surprised when I feel the swollen head of your cock pressing
on my pussy lips. My GOD, the sensation of being entered for the first
time in the midst of a powerful orgasm is beyond description. I feel you
slide slowly into me, filling me completely. My tight pussy muscles,
already spasming with my own climax, grip you rhythmically, pulling you
ever deeper. You grab my hair and crush your mouth to mine. I feel my lips
bruise with the passion of your kiss.
I cum again (or am I cumming still?) triggered by your tongue, your teeth
at my neck, your ragged breath in my ear. I feel your balls draw up and
the head of your cock swell even larger. This time I cannot, dare not
intervene. I welcome your climax with a cry that echoes your own, loving
the sensation of your hot seed spurting and mingling with mine. It feels
like your orgasm lasts forever and I think how happy I would be if I could
live in this sensation always…
Sated, but still moving slowly inside me, you kiss my face, my eyes, my
breasts. We turn onto our sides, still joined, still connected. You gather
me up in your arms where I can, at last, rest my head on your chest,
peaceful and content. As I drowse in your arms, I luxuriate in the feeling
of total relaxation. Stretching lazily like a Cat in the sun, I snuggle
closer, breathing in the heady scent of our lovemaking. You stroke my hair
softly, as I drift deeper into sleep.
I dream of a meadow, verdant and full of wildflowers. I am naked and my
body thrills to the touch of the breeze on my skin. I walk beneath trees
in the full blossom of early spring. The wind sends petals drifting down
over me, caressing me. I stop, noticing
those caresses have become decidedly erotic as I feel those petals sliding
over and around my nipples, then lower still. The sensation pulls me from
slumber...yet even awake, the sensation remains. It is then that I realize
you have retrieved your rose and are, again, running it over my skin.
"Who is this man," I think to myself, "that can play my body like a fine
violin? How can he, with one touch, ignite such craving, such lust in me?"
For it is pure lust I am feeling now. Despite the soft and gentle nature
of your current seductions, all I know is that I hunger. Taking the rose
from your hand, I resist the urge to tear it to shreds. Instead I let you
look into my eyes - eyes that could never lie to you - so you can see for
yourself just what I need. You reach for me and our lips crash together,
tongues warring, both of us trying to consume the other. I feel your hand
slip down my soft belly and begin stroking me. Parting my thighs with a
moan I invite you, almost beg you. Your gorgeous cock is pressed into my
side and I can feel your heat.
"Tell me what you need." you whisper. "I want to hear you say it. Talk to
me."
"I need you to devour me. Consume me. I want you primal. Take me as you
desire. Fuck me, baby. No gentle touches and loving looks this time. I
need you...unleashed!"
We kiss again and I feel your hands twisted in my hair. There is nothing
that turns me on more quickly than being held by the hair. You guide my
face down to your cock. No force is needed, as I'm eager to taste you
again! This time I can taste us both. I take you deep into my mouth. A
growl of pure lust low in my throat reverberates through your entire
groin. Every stroke I take along your length is pure heaven. My tongue
swirls and probes. I use my teeth to tease you gently, hands playing over
your chest, your thighs,
your ass. I dip a finger in my soaking pussy and raise it to your lips,
feeding myself to you. When you've licked my finger clean I retrieve yet
another taste. Pausing, I raise my head from your cock and stare into your
eyes as I slowly lick my own sweet honey from my finger. The sight of me
reveling in the taste of my own pussy sends you over the edge...and right
where I want you. I smile devilishly, finger still in my mouth.
"My God!" you growl, your voice deep and low, a tremor of lust gilding its
edges.
The child with a lollipop has, with one smile, becomes the wicked woman
who MUST be taken.
You grab me by the arms, roughly, and push me face down on the bed.
Laughing seductively I wiggle my round bottom for you. Grabbing my hips
you pull me up on all fours. I feel your hardness pressing against me,
seeking entrance. I tease you a bit, moving just enough to keep my pussy
out of reach. You're having none of it and quickly grab my hair (GOD I
LOVE THAT) and use it as leverage as you impale me. I reach down between
my legs and caress your balls as they slap into me feeling my own wetness
dripping down my legs. A deft stroke or two on my clit triggers my climax.
My pussy muscles tense rhythmically and I ride the waves of sensation. You
slow so you can enjoy
feeling me cum as well, taking the opportunity to give me a bite or two on
the ass and neck.
As my climax ebbs you pull out and flip me over. Pinning my arms over my
head, you enter me again with a groan. You watch me, eyes riveted as I
writhe beneath you, hips rising to meet yours, wanting you deeper.
"Fuck me, baby! I pant. "Harder!"
"MMMMM HMMMM." is all you can manage as you squeeze my tits between your
hands. Tweaking my nipples between your thumbs and forefingers makes me
buck like a
bronco. My pussy is exquisitely sensitive and I can feel your cock swell
and know you are close. I am confused when you suddenly disengage.
"Wanna explode on your belly so you can see." You pant.
"I have a better idea. Straddle my chest, baby."
Now it's your turn to look confused, but you do as I ask. Your cock is
slick with our juices. Wrapping my hand around it I guide it between my
44dd breasts and squeeze them tightly around you.
"Fuck me this way." I whisper.
You begin to thrust between my tits. Your eyes roll back and you gasp in
pure ecstasy when, to your surprise, I open my mouth and am able to suck
the head of your sweet cock at the apex of each of your strokes. It seems
you like getting fucked and sucked at the same time!
My eyes lock to yours, widening with pleasure each time the silky head of
your cock slips between my wet, warm lips. You grasp my breasts tightly,
flicking and pinching my nipples, commanding them to stand hard and perky
for you. Each pinch sends volcanic pulses of sensation through my body the
immense pleasure of erotic pain. I can feel my pussy tensing and relaxing
in time to your thrusts, empty and jealous of the breasts and mouth that
are now enjoying your cocks attention. I feel my clit throb and swell as a
new supply of sweet, warm wetness spills from me.
I need to taste you. Now. I grab your hips, sinking my long nails into the
flesh, pulling you, forcing you as deeply into my mouth as I can tongue
swirling. You release my tits, grab my wrists and pin them above my head.
In one fluid motion you slide down and ram your rock-hard cock into my
soaking cleft. My orgasm is immediate, and shattering in its intensity.
With a purely animal growl you suddenly shift again and straddle my hips.
Taking my right hand in yours you wrap it around your cock and show me
exactly how to stroke you. It takes only a few firm pumps until I hear
that guttural cry Ive so quickly come to love and see your seed begin to
jet. I open my mouth, giving you a target and eagerly swallow all you have
to give me. Cum splatters my face, my chin and my breasts. I rub the
precious cream on my nipples, slippery and sticky at the same time,
greedily licking my fingers and purring in pure delight.
You slide down and rest your head on my belly, wanting to rest and be
close. We lay there quiet, exhausted and soon fall asleep. After a short
nap, we wake up hungry...for food this time, not sex....though we both
know there will be more of that later. We dine at a nearby bistro quiche,
crusty sourdough bread, white wine and a sinfully rich crème brulee. We
talk of inconsequential things, enjoying the easiness we both feel between
us and feed each other morsels from our plates like teenagers in love.
After our simple dinner, we return to the room. Stepping out onto our
balcony overlooking the sea, we feel a chill in the salty air. Its dark.
The moon and stars are out studding the sky with shimmering gems. Im
standing in front of you at the balcony savoring the magic of this night.
I feel your arms circle around me from behind, white rose in your hand.
You hold up for me to smell while you gently…slowly kiss me on my neck. I
lean back, melting into you and purr softly. You set our flower down and
begin to run your fingers through my soft hair. Then I feel you slip
something around my neck. Its a beautiful necklace a sparkling pale green
crystal suspended on a silver chain, its brilliance echoing that of the
stars on this perfect night. Ill wear it always.
I've worn high heeled sandals and a short, silk chemise, creamy white,
making my skin appear fair and pink in comparison. The silky fabric rides
the curves of my body as if suspended on a thin cushion of air, responding
to each movement or touch of breeze with a caress as soft as angel's
wings. The feeling of the silk on my skin, the beautiful inn with the
waves crashing below us and the glittering jewel at my throat have me
almost believing I am a glamorous movie star of the 1940's. The illusion
grows that much stronger as I feel the rose...our rose...brush my cheek
again and I catch its delicate scent.
Listening, I can hear music coming from downstairs. Someone is playing the
blues on a tenor sax - smoky, sexy and completely perfect! I feel your
arms surround me, drawing me closer to you, your lips at my neck, kissing
me, awakening me again. I lean back until my head rests on your chest. My
fingers are interlaced with yours as you run your hands over my body, your
touch as light as the silk on my skin. I can feel a slight shaking in your
hands. I worry for an instant that you are cold, but almost immediately
realize it is desire that fuels your trembling.
My God, to have this man desire me so completely is above and beyond
anything I have ever experienced. I can deny you nothing. This one night,
this perfect rendezvous, will exist in memory as long as we both draw
breath. Of this I MUST be certain. I will leave
nothing out - waste not one breath or thought on inhibition, refusal or
regret. I wish to know you...and open myself as never before and be known
by you.
Still in your strong embrace, facing away from you, I raise my arms and
place them around your neck. I sigh with pleasure as your hands drift to
my breasts, teasing the nipples through the silk with the palms of your
hands until they stand up, hard and insistent beneath my chemise. Your
hands wander farther down, caressing my shoulders, back, bottom and thighs
before heading back up my body. This time you run them under my chemise,
whispering to me how much you need to feel my skin. I respond by simply
sinking to my knees slowly. As I drop lower, my dress catches on your
hands. By the time I am on my knees, I am naked, save for my panties, silk
and lace as white as our rose.
The sight of me on my knees, naked in front of you pleases you greatly. I
wrap my arms around your legs, head against your bulging groin and gaze up
at you. My big blue eyes sparkle in the soft moonlight. They speak of deep
desire, of abandon, of craving. You reach down to unbutton your trousers.
I grab your hands and shake my head. Still staring up at you, I begin to
free you, unbuttoning and unzipping your trousers with my teeth. Hands on
your ass, it is easy for me to simply grab the waistband of your trousers
and guide them down over your hips.
Not able to wait until you finish removing your shirt, not even caring
that we're still outside and might be glimpsed, I reach out my tongue to
encircle your stiff and ready cock. We've been making love all day and,
despite a shower before dinner, I can still smell our musky scent on you.
I lick your head and down your shaft, enjoying once again the moans I
cause. I feel your cock respond to me with every kiss, every lick, bobbing
and tensing. My nails stroke the underside of your balls and tickle the
sensitive skin between your balls and asshole. I sink you deep into my
throat with no warning and feel my pussy become instantly drenched as I
see your eyes roll back and feel your knees weaken as you make a sound of
pure, undistilled pleasure.
I want you. The need is simple and immense. As I continue to devour your
luscious cock, that is all I know...I want you, want to give you the gift
of such intense pleasure and sensation that you'll never forget me.
Glancing over to the small table there on the balcony, I see the drinks
we've carried out - Iced tea for you and coffee for me. An idea grows and
I act on it immediately. Taking an ice cube from your glass, I hold it in
one side of my mouth for a few moments, chilling my tongue and left cheek.
I then take a sip of my hot coffee and hold it in the right side of my
mouth for a moment. You watch me curiously. That curiosity turns to
amazement as I take you again into my wet mouth, slowly this time. I can
only imagine what the feeling must be like - cool on one side, warm on the
other, as I swirl my tongue around your hardness. It must feel exquisite,
because almost without warning, you let out a growl, crush my head to you
and begin to cum. As your climax grows, I again lightly
stroke the flesh just behind your balls to add to the sensations you're
feeling. I greedily swallow every drop you give me, loving the rich, salty
taste of you.
As your orgasm ebbs, the strong hands holding my head ease their grip and
you begin gently stroking my hair. I look up at you, mouth full of you
still. I reach for one of your hands and guide it to my throat. I want you
to feel me swallow your essence.
I rise and walk back into the room, still naked but for my panties and
heels, trailing my silky dress behind me. I know you are watching me, so I
make sure my ass sways just a little more than necessary. Knowing you need
a rest, I decide to carry on...alone.
Stretching out on the beautiful bed, I close my eyes and begin stroking my
breasts. My nipples harden instantly, almost painfully. I have spent the
better part of the day in a state of intense arousal, and my body is
demanding release. While my left hand lingers
at my breast, my right hand slowly caresses my inner thigh as I slowly
open my legs. My sweet pussy is wet and swollen, flushed with desire. My
pussy lips open like a flower in anticipation. I hear a moan and smile,
knowing you are watching. I tease my clit with
feather-light strokes then dip lower and plunge a finger into my slippery
depths.
As I revel in the sensation of my own wetness bathing my fingers, I feel
you there, kissing my inner thigh. You rest your head there for a moment,
still watching me pleasure myself. After a few moments I feel your tongue
join my fingers. God, what bliss! You run your tongue around the edges of
my pussy, pausing to nibble, suck and flick my swollen clit until I am
dizzy with lust. You gather my honey and feed it to
me, loving the sight of me sucking my own juice from your finger.
We are delirious in our need of each other. You shift your body higher,
cock again rock hard, and insert just the head into my moist and waiting
love box. I whimper with need, wordlessly begging for more, but you give
me only slow, shallow thrusts. My nails rake your back as I try mightily
to pull you deeper into me. Suddenly you give me what I crave, sinking
every glorious inch into me with one, powerful stroke. I scream my passion
as my orgasm begins, grinding my hips against yours, crushing my clit as
it spasms.
As I cum you whisper words encouraging me to give it all to you. Yes, my
love, of course! How could I do any less? On this night I have ceased to
be an individual. I have, for these few hours willingly abandoned all
identity and chosen to exist completely within you…fused…complete…no
longer alone.
Our rhythm slows as my climax winds down. We disengage just long enough
for me to flip over on my tummy. You are still between my legs. My soft,
round ass is raised, treating you to a close-up view of my drenched pussy
and pink rosebud. I feel your fingers gently stroking me, collecting my
slippery love juice I had so recently spilled for you. Your hand wanders
to my asshole, stroking the rim, silently, sweetly asking permission.
"Yessssss, baby. More." is all I can manage to say.
Your finger slowly enters me and I feel myself closing tightly around you.
The sensation is wonderful as I feel you filling me and hear your
pleasured moans mix with my own. You withdraw after a time and I feel you
sink your cock into my pussy to the root with a sigh. You grab my hips and
control me, stroking me deep and achingly slow. I know this will last for
a while, as you recently came - hard. I relax even more, allowing myself
to fully enjoy the feelings you are triggering. We move as one, rhythm and
form so like the ocean waves I love. Your hands, strong and warm, wander
over my back and neck then move around to cup a breast teasing my nipple
as you ride me. You are gentle now, hips slowly moving, you brush my back
with dozens of the most tender kisses I have ever felt while you whisper
words to me sweet and low.
I am surprised when you stop and turn me over on my side. We are still
joined, still connected in a way more fundamental and precious than merely
physical. You hold me in your arms, so strong and safe, and stroke my
hair, burying your face in my soft locks to inhale my scent. I feel you
begin to soften and experience the most bittersweet pang of grief at the
thought of separating from you. All too soon you turn on your back. I
cuddle close and, as I lay my head on your chest a single tear is born. It
trickles down my cheek, evidence of the overwhelming emotions still
swirling throughout the room emotions almost strong and vital enough to
have form and substance. My tear falls to your chest, mixing with the
sweat there. Glad you havent noticed, I smile to myself, thinking how
fitting it is that my essence, in the form of a single tear, has again
found a way to join with yours, surrendering its separateness in search of
something greater. We sleep then, deeply. Cradled in each others arms we
each know the joy of total relaxation, complete surrender and perfect
peace. It has been a night of discovery, of abandon; a night of passion
and emotion, of lust…and of love. A night of magic.
I wake slowly to witness the birth of a new day, feeling reborn myself. As
the sun rises, bathing the sea in that most perfect light only possible at
dawn, I wander to the balcony. The world is quiet, even the waves meet the
shore with hushed tones as if the sea itself is mindful of the sacredness
of this morning. There are a few people out enjoying the dawn, walking
along the oceanside path. Some, I see with a grin, look like theyre only
now stumbling home from whatever all-night party they were at. Turning, I
see you still deep in slumber. I want you again…still…crave connection to
you. I ache to see my reflection in your beautiful eyes and know that I
have found a home there. My need of you is almost painful, but I let you
rest and return my gaze to the shore.
My eyes wander back to Lovers Point, a place more dear to me now than
breath. The beautiful spot is deserted save for a young couple strolling
slowly down the walk. They stop just in front of the bench where I sat not
so long ago. As I wonder what theyre saying to each other the young man
reaches down and picks something up off the bench. My tears flow unnoticed
down my face as I see him caress her cheek…with our white rose. |
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