by Ella Hilton
Then you led me inside to the couch and told me to lie down. You knelt down and kissed me deeply passionately. Running you hands down my body to my thighs again and you spread my legs. Softly you began to lick my wet slit tracing the lines of my lips with your tongue carefully flicking it across my clit. Again and again you licked up and down slowly methodically rhythmically bringing me again to an explosion of ecstasy. Like the waves crashing on the shore in the distance it washed over me and I wanted more.
As you stood in front of me I unbuttoned and unzipped your shorts letting them fall to the floor at your feet. I grabbed your hard cock in my right hand and began squeezing it carefully. Gently I stroked your balls and bare ass with my left hand before I began to lick up and down the length of your hardness. Up down and around I licked tracing your throbbing organ with my tongue before taking all of it in my mouth. I felt it touch the back of my throat and I wiggled my mouth down on it even more, and you gasped with pleasure. You stroked and caressed my hair as I sucked back and forth and back and forth up and down in slow rhythmic motion. All the while you watched as it slid in and out of my mouth disappearing into the back of my throat. I could feel it get harder between my lips, I began to massage my clit with my other hand and I sucked and licked until I came again.
You lifted me up and told me to turn around and lean over the back of the couch and spread my legs. My pussy throbbing and aching from the orgasm I just had. Slowly you entered my slit, only the head at first. I cried out in ecstasy and I arched my back trying to push into you to make it go in deeper but you resisted and continued to torture me.
In and out barely slowly methodically you thrust into me sending shivers of pleasure all through my body. The sensation slowly building and becoming stronger from deep inside me tickling me, filling me until I couldn't take it anymore. Harder deeper and faster your movements became and I knew I was going to have the most intense orgasm of my life. I felt it stiffen and throb inside me as you reached your peak and suddenly I felt it wash over me.
We exploded together. Your hot juices released inside of me filling me up and tickling me deep inside my belly. My silky wetness sliding all over you covering you, and when I woke up and opened my eyes I had one hand in my panties and I was breathing heavily covered with sweat. I licked my fingers savoring the memory of the dream I just had.
Waking You Up
We sleep in the same position we are always in after a night of passion. Our naked bodies curled close together. You have your head on my right shoulder, your thick blonde hair lying on my skin, my right arm around you, your right arm across my chest, with my left arm covering yours. Our king-size bed is needed only for play, as sleeping is always done together, in the middle.
We are snuggled beneath a down comforter, sharing our warmth. The light shines softly through our bedroom window and I turn my head to look at the glow of the clock on the bed stand. Damn, almost 6 o'clock. Time to go to…but wait. It is Sunday. Nothing to do all day but lay around, read the paper, and make love to a beautiful woman.
I hear restless sounds from the kitchen. The pack of hounds are awake. I slowly ease my self away from you, making sure to not wake you, climbing out into the chill of a spring morning. I slip on my sweat shorts and pad down the hall. I open the back door, letting the beasties out. I stand in the open doorway and inhale the crisp clean air of early morning, my skin getting goose bumps. My nipples on my bare chest harden, and I feel something begin to stir in my shorts as I think of you, naked, in our warm bed.
The dogs, having finished their morning patrol, and being assured that all is well within our little fiefdom, return to the indoors. I feed them, start the coffee, and quickly use the bathroom. Brush my teeth? No, takes too much time. I opt for a quick rinse with mouthwash and refresh my cologne, your favorite scent, and mine as well because you gave it to me.
I slip quietly back into the bedroom, slide off my shorts and rejoin you in our cocoon beneath the covers. The feel of your warm skin against mine causes my arousal to move to a higher level. So soft, so smooth, curling up against me again, still not awake. Or are you?
My right hand gently caresses the skin of your back. I hear the most subtle of moans in your throat. But your eyes remain closed.
I turn, and run my left hand along your ribs, then to your breast. Almost, but not quite touching the soft nipple. Again the moan, but this time with a slight shift in position. You are trying to bring your nipple in contact with my thumb. It hardens as I watch. Are you feigning sleep, or have I slid into your dreams? Who owns the hand that is caressing you in that secret place, my love?
Now my left hand moves to caresses your stomach. As it leaves your breast, I hear another soft moan, one of frustration. Still asleep? My doubts begin to grow, as does that hard flesh between my legs.
The backs of my fingers barely touch your stomach. I feel the muscles tighten, anticipating the path they will follow. Past the navel, finding the smooth skin surrounding the "runway" leading to my goal. As my fingers start to gently explore, your head moves, you inhale sharply, and moan loudly as I slip a finger between the moist lips. A fake! A fraud! Awake the entire time! I chuckle as my finger continues and I lean in, kissing you. Your lips part, and I can see your beautiful green eyes come half open. I feel your mouth move into your first smile of the day. You know you have been found out.
Now I kiss more firmly, as I use one, then two fingers to explore you. Your legs spread to allow me better access. My thumb caresses your clit as I press deeper inside you. I can already perceive the musk coming from you, and it makes me hunger for that sweetest of treats possessed by any woman.
Impatient, now, my lips and tongue begin their journey. I stop, only briefly, to taste your hard nipples. Flicking my tongue across them, I tease, promising more attention later.
Then to your flat stomach, with an excursion into your navel, making you giggle and squirm. That was so erotic that I repeat it. This time you push my head away, redirecting my attention to my original goal. You have known where I was headed since I left one set of lips in route to the other.
Sliding down that smooth, taut, slope now, the scent grows stronger. Like the hound I am, I follow it, hunting for my greatest joy.
Now I kiss the neatly trimmed hair marking my path. Your legs spread wide so I can lay between them. As my lips draw close to your nether lips, I pause, to view and admire.
I see them, slightly parted, like the petals of a flower in the morning light. They are already moist and inviting. They are becoming darker now, as blood rushes to them. The darker the berries, the sweeter the juice.
The words of Solomon run through my mind:
Behold, thou art fair, my love;
behold, thou art fair;
You shift, and moan softly, impatient for me to continue my feast. First, I lightly kiss the area around your treasure. The soft crease between thigh and pubic mound on either side, the smooth flesh leading to the outer lips. I am so tempted to simply attack and devour, but I know the pleasure is greater if the sumptuous feast is savored, and consumed slowly.
I slide my hands under you to partially cup your buttocks, leaving my thumbs free to spread your lips. I let my tongue trace a line, slowly, up along the right outer lip. I stop, just short of your clit. My hands tremble. Between that first taste of your juices, and the natural perfume I am inhaling, I am in a state of pure rapture. It becomes more and more uncomfortable, laying on my stomach as my erection grows and hardens.
I repeat the process on the left side, now. I spread the lips further, and can see the slick inner flesh, almost dripping with moisture . Again, I am tempted, but control my gluttonous impulse to consume you…for the moment.
Using my hands, I ever so slightly part your cheeks. My tongue snakes between them, seeking that tight little ring of muscle. As I lick and tease and probe it, first it tightens, as you try to pull slightly away. Then you relax, and the tip of my tongue explores that most sensitive spot.
But this is simply a brief detour.
My tongue slides upwards, no teasing this time. Straight into that hot wet cauldron, probing deep and continuing upwards until I use the flat of my tongue across your clit. I hear you moan and feel your hips rise in response to this. I know I am giving you pleasure, now.
Returning to the opening, I begin to rapidly lap up the juices from inside you, licking and probing as deep as I can get. Every few seconds I return to your clit, and rapidly flick my tongue across it. Each time, you raise your ass when I do that, trying to keep my tongue in contact with it. But this is my feast, and I set the pace and the rhythm. Over and over I return to the hot channel, drinking you in, nibbling the flesh of the lips, now engorged with blood and almost magenta in color.
I feel your excitement growing. Your hips rise and fall. Your thighs press together, then spread apart. I feel the muscles in your calves, resting on my shoulder blades, grow tight, and then relax. Your heels, resting on my lower back start to move, aimlessly, restlessly. All of these are subtle signs that you are close…very close.
My face is now wet from pressing deep as I can get. I look up, past your beautiful breasts, into those intensely green eyes. They lock with mine, and I give you my most lecherous grin. You smile in return, like an angel having naughty desires. You grab my hair, and push me to your clit, which I begin to lick rapidly. Every few licks, I pause, to lap your sweet juices or suck hard on your clit. I am working now, trying to bring you over the edge. My finger slipping in and out of you. The muscles inside you are clenching, then releasing. I feel you rising…tensing. I go after your clit with a series of rapid flicks, a hard suck…and then…magic.
I feel the waves of orgasm wash over you. Your hips buck wildly at first, then gradually you relax. Slight tremors run through you, your "after-shocks". Appropriately named, given the seismic power of your orgasms.
I ease myself up along side you. You lie there, looking languid, but so sensual. We kiss, softly, but wetly. You taste your self on my lips, my tongue, my chin.
And you curl up next to me, in the position we are always in after a morning of passion. Our naked bodies curled close together. You have your head on my right shoulder, your thick blonde hair lying on my skin, my right arm around you, your right arm across my chest, with my left arm covering yours. We rest.
And I know…in a little while…you will want to wake me up.
The End.
The Daydream
"Stella! Stella," Rufus cried out as he came hard into her throbbing pussy. Beep, beep, beep screamed the alarm clock. With that, Stella woke up and stretched out catlike on the bed. She could still feel the wetness her erotic dream had inspired in her body.
She hated waking up alone, without her love at her side, but they were thousands of miles apart. He was still in the United States, unable to get away from work as a forensics expert, witnessing the seedy underbelly of the city, as she was experiencing the beauty of the Greek countryside. Coming to Greece was an amazing experience for Stella, as she found inspiration for her artwork in the ancient and beautiful ruins as well as the powerful force of the natural surroundings. But without Rufus, it was hard to see the beauty. He was the epitome of beauty to her, and his voice, his smile, his hands on her body- it was hard to live without. She had been spoiled with happiness, and his absence made her heart ache.
She slipped on a silky robe and went to her balcony to look at the mountains and greet the morning sun. As she sipped her herbal tea, she daydreamed as she had many times before of her last night with Rufus before leaving the country. She was so sad to leave him, but had no choice, as she had made the arrangements long before they met. As they lay in bed together talking about how hard it would be to be apart, even for the shortest of times, Stella began to cry, not wanting to even think about it. She wanted to throw away her whole trip, because the most important thing in the world was to be with him. He made her truly happier than she had ever been with any other person. He made her laugh, he made her feel so loved, appreciated, and truly beautiful, inside and out.
As she cried, Rufus kissed away her tears, and told he it would be all right. He felt the same way inside, but for her sake, stayed strong enough to comfort and reassure her. The emotion that they both felt was so strong, their love could last over any distance. As Rufus kissed Stella passionately, they were filled up with desire. She leaned her head back, and he kissed down her neck, and she reciprocated by nibbling on his ear, and he groaned with pleasure. She felt his hot breath on her body working his mouth down to her breast, an he licked her nipple with the slightest touch, then sucked on each nipple until they were hard and aching to be touched.
He continued kissing down her body, to her navel, to her thighs, slowly getting closer to the center of her womanhood, until he gently kissed her outer lips, and a shiver of anticipation ran over her body. She spread her legs, and he caressed her gently, playing with her throbbing clit, and rubbing her juices over her, onto her belly. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips once more passionately, then turned his attention back to her tunnel of love, fingering her with two fingers as he licked her quivering clit. She soon could take no more and begged him to fuck her. She needed to feel the sensation of being filled with his big cock.
After teasing her a little more, Rufus was happy to oblige the begging girl in front of him, and slipped off his silk boxers. He got his penis wet with her juices before slowly rubbing her with himself. Finally, he slowly entered her with her legs on his shoulders, and she gasped with pleasure. His hot dick slid in and out of her wetter than ever pussy, and they both breathed heavily between passionate kisses. Stella brought her legs around to Rufus’ back, and grabbed his ass with her hands, trying to drive his body further into hers. As he pumped harder, she moved her fingers over her clit, getting them wet and rubbing in rhythm with his body, and closed her eyes as she neared the brink of one of her strongest orgasms ever. She opened her eyes and saw the loving look that Rufus had in his eyes as he gazed down on her, and she came with a deep moan and a shiver.
As she lay gasping, catching her breath, Rufus pulled out, and she turned over until she was on her knees and he took her from behind, doggy-style. His strong hands on her back made her feel so sexy, as his penis pounded into her. She bore down on him with her vaginal muscles and squeezed him with all her strength, until he came so hard, calling her name in a breathy whisper. They stayed in that position, with him inside of her, trying to make the moment last. Their bodies did not want to let go and leave each other. Finally, Rufus pulled out, and they collapsed in a heap, breathless and tired. In that moment, they knew that nothing, even being half a world apart, would diminish their love and passion for each other. "I love you so much," Stella said to Rufus, and he whispered "I love you more than anything in the world." As they smiled and gazed deep into each other’s eyes, Stella knew that everything really would be okay, because their souls would never be apart, no matter how far their bodies may be.
Stella sighed as she relived this amazing farewell, and sipped her tea, wondering what three weeks from now would bring, when he saw her beautiful Rufus again...
The End.
What I Really Want
This is for J ... whose extraordinary talent with erotic conversation has made my mind much more creative
We have been lovers for around 5 years now and yet the only physical contact we have ever shared was a friendly embrace several years ago. I know one of the things that is keeping us from being lovers is that I want a relationship before we have sex... I guess in that way it is my fault, for wanting more than he is willing to give... However, during all of this time, we have both had relationships with other people, which haven't lasted, and yet he and I have remained. If anything, we seem to become more passionate.
There are times when I can't remember his face. But I can remember the thick deep red head of his cock. Times when I can feel him beside me... inside me. He likes me to explore my "dirty little whore"
side, which exists only for him. He knows that I enjoy mild exploration into S&M. I know that he wants to be my first anal partner... but there are other things... things that I want more.
I want him to sit in a room with me and talk about sex and fantasies while we both slowly remove pieces of our clothing. I want him to sit across from me and slowly stroke his cock while I play with my clit. I want to hear him call me "beautiful" (as he usually does). To know that he isn't just referring to the image in the back of his mind, but that he actually thinks that beauty can be found in me in spite of my being overweight. I want him to slowly start to caress my breasts with his hands as he kisses me tenderly with his lips.
To feel the weight of him as he leans against me to lick & suckle my breasts as I start slowly stroking my hand up the shaft of his cock; my fingers grazing the damp aroused head. I want to feel his shaved balls in my other hand as I gently fondle and tug on them while still caressing his cock with my other hand. To lean down so that my breath tickles the head of his cock, my tongue flicking at the droplets of salty precum oozing out of the tip. My lips and teeth will run gently along the sensitive sides of his shaft as I take his cock into my mouth. The feel of it filling my mouth as his fingers continue to caress my nipples.
