As I’m go I unfasten my bikini top and casually fling it back over my shoulder in your direction, I turn slightly so I can see you over my shoulder and wink at you, laughing to myself inside at how you’re just lying there, confused, dazed … “Well … are you coming?”Still no move from you, I hesitate for a second, then realise that perhaps your reason for frustration is your reason for not getting up too quickly. I turn my back on you, push each of my thumbs between my bikini bottoms and my skin, and slowly yet rather calculated for best effect, I begin to pull them downwards.
Before I even realise what is happening, your hands are over mine, you are on your knees behind me, and you assist in the removal of my bottoms. As they fall to the floor, You hold my left hand to steady my balance as I carefully step out of them. It seems like ages goes by, and not another move from behind me. I try to look at you over my shoulder but your hands quickly move up to my hips and you hold me solidly, firmly in place and whisper “no, don’t move”
I’m not sure what is going on in you head now, but I begin to feel uneasy, knowing that you are now at face level with my bottom. Finally you release your hold on me, and allow me to walk into the bathroom to turn on the shower. I want it hot and steamy, so I open it as much as I can. I haven’t looked back to see where you are, but I know you are watching.
Without a word, I climb into the shower and slowly walk into the jets of hot water beating down with a force. I submerge myself underneath, allow the water to cascade over every single inch of my body. Suddenly I feel you behind me, you move in closer and closer, your aching erection sliding easily between my legs, but not inside, rather to just nestle there. Your hands move along my arms from my shoulders down to my hands, you clasp hold of each hand and move them forwards towards the wall where you rest both our weight. My head is tilted forward so that the cascading water is running off my nose, I’m only able to take breaths with my mouth in-between the mouthfuls of water pooling there, but that is enough.
My mind clears and I relax, allowing you to take things from here
9 – summer rain
In the valley of angels ordinary people live too, a split second is always longer than you think, to many a split second is too much time, the difference between first and second, the chance to place a winning bid, the chance to read hesitation in your mind.
Mother nature is clever, she protects and nurtures and sometimes lets go, all in the interests of motherhood, she always knows best but isn’t always the first to know. I saw your doubt and concern before the tiny flashes of lightning broke the orange skies that coloured your eyes, the distant roll of thunder an unnecessary follow up, the message already delivered.
As fast as the lightning itself you pushed me up and then back, the shock soon dismissed by the amazing sensation of a goddess hovering up my legs kissing at regular intervals and saying something, my mind works overtime to understand the first single word as the second is launched, oh dear is she saying what I think she’s saying?
As you pass my restrained erection I am caught between relief and disappointment knowing your choice was better for both of us, ‘hot’ you are almost on my lips I can taste you coming, smell you again, each time is as good as the first, and then you’re gone. My lips don’t impact, your aroma is distant, the place you were is cool and empty, my body is missing you, the ache unbearable.
Standing over me you say something and turn and walk away, having felt the flickers in your eyes moments before had been overruled, I’m now terrified your move was in fact a way to accept them. My heart once strong and regular suppling the forces at the front, the tacticians room as well as the second line suddenly misses not once but multiple times, disarray amongst the troops, a true commander excels in times like these, a decisive action to address the attack and instil confidence in the chain is required.
Your bikini top falls to the floor, your thumbs attack your waist band, that’s the opportunity only a commander sees through the battle haze, I spring silently up and pounce, my fingers and thumbs well trained in their art adapt and assist without taking over. A beautiful truce has been made almost as though the war never started, your pants come off your raised foot and I see you again for the first time, naked.
It would be fair to say not every girl’s best view is from where I am right now, my face level with your bottom, my eyes are examining your contours once again amazed at how well your legs blend into your bum. You try to escape my gaze but I don’t let you go my mind photographing the parts previously dressed in yellow, the pink girlszone logo now rightly discarded.
In control again I allow you to slip through my fingers and watch as you enter the bathroom, the speech recognition team inside my head report ‘shower’ was one of the words you had used, still working on the rest. The body provides resources to places in need, my whole body is in need and resources are thin.
Your body is hot is everyway imaginable, the water from the shower hotter still, yet as I approach you from behind and run my hands from your shoulders down your arms I feel your body’s the confused goose bumps, your thighs open to meet my erect penis, your body slides onto me as a perfectly matched pair.
Painfully aware of where my sensitive head is and what it is doing in your moist valley of love, I try to divert my attention away to the other delights your landscape has to offer. Resting you against the tiled wall, my chest joined to your back, I reach around to your tummy and explore every inch of your soft middle as the water cascades down in rivulet’s over my hand.
Brushing your damp hair off your shoulders with my other hand, trying not to break the seal our bodies have made, I expose your ears and neck, the water blocking my vision I keep my eyes closed and rely on my other senses to enjoy you. I kiss your neck, the same way as before in a new environment, perfection can’t get better but it can be different.
The water is purified as it hits your body, the taste is you as I lick your neck, you rotate your hips slightly raising your bottom, I can feel you along the whole length of me, the water hitting my head at the front, your warmth sheltered lips kissing my shaft and your buttonhole rear on my pubic mound, I can feel your fingers underneath my cock lifting me onto the front of you. Gently but firmly pressing me closer almost getting me under your skin, my mind knowing what you are doing to yourself I have to deliberately bite your neck to shock me off track before I ruin the party too early.
My hands both move from below, I work my way up from your stomach to the blending point, exploring the curve before cupping your breasts one in each hand, you are firm and warm, your nipples still alert, does this use energy? The angle of your body make ripe fruit suspended from a tree and I caress them accordingly not wanting to bruise the surface. My forefingers bump across your nipples simultaneously, capturing them; they are now my prisoners looking out through the bars of my first two fingers.
My mind is split between the eagerness and frustration some parts of my body are experiencing, desperate to explore your internal delights and my other senses that have just touched the surface, under the water for minutes is not long enough I must change direction and extend this pleasure.
I slowly pull away from you, the sensation of breaking our seal not only physical as the water squeezes into the crevice we create, my hands reluctantly free your breasts promising to return and head to your hips, I lower to my knees again seeing your rear view and holding you in place as you attempt to turn. A river has formed running down your back, twisting and turning around the contours but maintaining its heading to reach your natural valley, I open your legs a little more and watch as the water flows around to your button before gravity takes over and it free falls to the floor below.
The palms and fingers of my hands massage your now pink bottom, my elusive thumbs investigate the path to glory and allow a little more light into places normally private and dark, your waterfall is irresistible and I must taste it, I go to the source and tentatively place my tongue underneath collecting and diverting.
The taste is good but I want to drink, to get more into my mouth I must surround the source, the tip of my tongue closes the front end of your bottom hole whilst the body lays over the entrance to your forbidden zone, you twitch on me and I wonder if this was me or something your hand has done since my cock vacated the area.
Drinking is good but I want to lick, although my tongue is soaking wet from the shower it is strangely dry on your skin, it tickles as it passes over your rear bud, it feels the power held within and the softness around the outside, the tip explores every twist of skin before it reaches the start of the end of your mountain pass.
The water floods into my face and I must turn back before I drown, I want to sample the very top of you and head swiftly back into the fray, the join between legs and lips is irresistible on the tongue and I explore as far as I can. Both sides of your main entrance are equally soft and deserving, you bend even further and I bump your fingers obviously working on their own project.
You turn and raise a leg over me and rest it on my shoulder, my eyes wide open surprised at your full exposure, my mouth pulling me in without hesitation, the fluffy soft cushion of your naked pubic mound tasting impossibly better than ever imagined. My tongue enters your open slit and gets a boost from your special juices. Down at the lowest point of your lips the joint is firm and definite, reminding me of your mouth, I must cover and explore every inch of you, dry your wetness and feel you within.
On automatic pilot my tongue works around, feeling each part and mapping the sensitive spots, my upper lip has found a lump and is reluctant to move too much, your hands rest on the back of my head pushing me in, releasing the pressure when you get too close. I could bite into you now and chew you forever knowing your flavour would never leave.
You eventually push my head away and raise my face to meet yours and kiss me again, it seems like forever since we last kissed and you are still as beautiful as I recall
10 – mystical nights
I can feel your tongue lashing about inside of me, I suddenly feel dizzy and can feel the room spinning, I must stop, stop this now, otherwise it’ll all come to an end.
I quickly bend forward and cup your face between my hands and raise your face up towards mine and plant my lips where they belong, against yours, delving into a forgotten moment of desirable pleasure, the taste of myself on your lips brings a smile to the corners of my mouth, flashbacks of how it felt having your mouth against my warmth, your tongue inside me … and there I go again.
I slowly lower myself down to kneeling using my body weight and gravity to my own advantage in raising you to your feet. Instantly I’m faced with all that is you, right in my face, I look up at you with a cheeky grin; I know what needs to be done. You have a look of relief on your face, thankful for what I’m about to do.
I take your now throbbing cock in my right hand, right against the base, I raise my body a little so that I am easily able to slide just the head inside my mouth, I stop and look up at you, your head is now thrown back and I can hear a delightful little moan escaping from the depths of your throat.
I move your cock aside and begin lightly nibbling around your groin area, sucking hard just before I release each piece of skin from the grasp of my agile mouth.
I can sense your growing need to push yourself deep down my throat, I raise myself onto my knees, and do as you desire. I take your entire length deep inside my mouth and throat and linger, very slowly I pull back away from you. I can feel your pulsating beginning to grow even more needful, but I can tell you are holding back and still in control.
Without hesitation, I begin to move your cock in and out my mouth, the same time pumping it up and down with the firm grip of my right hand, my hand and mouth working in unison. You are now gasping for air, I feel you twitching, as if a signal that I need to beware of going too far.
Without warning I stand up, taking the loofah hanging off from the cold tap I lather up a soapy ball and slowly begin washing your back. I take great care in making sure I cover every single inch of your tall frame in soapy tropical fruit flavoured soap.
Once done I hand you the loofah, newly rinsed and soaped up again, and allow you to gently rub soap all over my body. I feel your hesitation as you wash my breasts, you lower yourself to your knees, part my legs longingly and wash my depths within, almost unnoticed, you again allow yourself to give in to that primal desire within you and I can hear you whisper to yourself “oh god….”
We both rinse off, I hand you a warm fluffy towel as we both step out the shower to dry off, you still sporting your hardness, yet you don’t seemed phased by it, you can’t take your eyes off me and don’t seemed too worried that you are still soaking wet. I walk around behind you and slowly and lovingly wipe the last beads of water off your back, hang up the towels and walk through out into the openness of the loft, I stop about 5 meteres out the bathroom entrance, glance back over my shoulder, curl my finger at you a few times, beckoning you to follow and then proceed over to my bed.
11 – internal connections
Which desire is greater, which has more power, is it the short term physical need to release chemicals mixed specially for this occasion, the energy and potential now at its peak can only taint and subdue unless realised. Or will the long-term desire for repetition win the day, wanting to revisit these special experiences time and time again without the shadow of a one off show.
Standing behind you in front of your bed, your figure as fresh and new despite our previous acts, there is something in the glint of your eyes as you watch me over your shoulder, trying desperately to disguise it with your wicked expression, I can still see a flicker beneath and wonder are we thinking the same thing.
My whole body is aching to devour you, to penetrate your special place, to give you all I have and hope that it will be enough. Just thinking of this act of beauty is enough to make my erection alert my other senses that the trip wires are set, the hair trigger is armed and very little is required to set off an unstoppable train of events. But this thought in itself refreshes the argument in my mind as to which desire should win; the quicker this final act is completed the closer an unwelcome goodbye may come.
Time heals all known ills; we must allow time freedom to work its magic. I approach you and wrap my arms around your tummy, a quick squeeze and kiss to your neck, your skin is warm and soft and still a nice surprise to my lips. I turn you slightly and collect your legs, carrying you around the bed I place you gently in the middle. You lie totally uninhibited by your nakedness, a platter of the finest fruit the earth has ever created, your breasts are perfect as they find their own place, your stomach soft and smooth, your legs a powerful connection to your feet.
Your face reflects the physical needs of your body, too long has it been tempted, now it wants to be given all that it has been promised, your eyes alight with desire still show a sign of something more, something inside is holding you back, no longer is this just a sexual encounter with a stranger from the beach.
Lying next to you I slip an arm under your shoulders, your head supported by pillows, you curl your legs over mine as we knot together, my free hand resting on your tummy. My erection causes a slight fuss as it locates a safe harbour; the naughty smile reflected on our faces easing the tension slightly, it sits happily alongside its new playmate the shaft making contact on behalf of the shy and sensitive head.
Contrary to popular belief the heart is not the source of all emotions, although it has a tendency to lose a beat from time to time, the tummy is in fact the organ that translates feelings into physical reactions. If our bodies are upset the stomach is there making it known, stress and happiness are equally well displayed. My hand, through your tummy can almost soak up the way your body is struggling to handle the conflicts within, I am reassured your emotions are as complicated as mine and whisper in your ear ‘I don’t want this to end’
You turn my head to your lips and kiss me gently yet thoroughly, our eyes are open but closed to the outside world, the eruptions within my own melting pot have been settled like oil on a stormy sea, my heartbeat is confident and steady, my skin is tingling with excitement, it would appear we may have found a third way that allows both desires to win.
12 – all you can eat buffet
Lying with my legs lazily resting over your body, slightly turned onto my side facing you. Where do I go from here? The heat between my legs screams its choice of path to follow, while my heart and head battle it out between them. I want this to be mind-blowing but also don’t want it to end. End is inevitable, but now I choose not to believe so. Just as the decision making within my own head hits screaming proportions, you place your lips gently against my ear lobe and whisper “I don’t want this to end”
Suddenly I’m overwhelmed by a feeling of knowing and understanding and I have this intense need to show you recognition of these feelings, to let you know I’m fighting the same battle within my own mind. I take your face in my left palm and slowly turn your mouth towards mine. As my lips rest comfortably against yours, the heat eruption within the touch encounter is evident.
I’m now uncomfortably aware of the aching between my legs, the longing to have you soak up every ounce of myself that is on offer. Without warning, my heartbeat takes flight and lets me know that there is one thing it wants at this very moment, however manages to assure me that it will do everything within its power not to let this encounter end with a good-bye.
With ease, I raise my body up over yours, in my stride I collect each of your wrists within my own hands and raise your arms above your head. I use my legs to shift you more to the right into the centre of the bed, and more comfortably onto your back. Your face flashes a moment of uncertainty, but I dissolve that with a swift movement by placing my lips firmly against yours, slightly parting your lips and slipping my tongue inside your mouth to lap up all that is you.
Your mouth is warm, yet cool at the same time. I soak up your sweet taste in a sensual mome,na beautiful crash of our lips. I move to the soft spot below your earlobe and begin tracing soft kisses down your neck, along your collarbone, across your shoulder, and up your inner arm towards your elbow. Once at your elbow, I cheekily nibble on the soft white skin as if to let you know of my intentions of devouring you. I re-trace my kisses but this time using my teeth to nibble on each mouthful of skin, back down your arm, again across your chest and repeat my journey along your left side.
Your eyes are firmly closed, your head slightly drawn back, your mouth slightly ajar allowing small gasps to escape your gorgeous hole. I smile to myself, knowing exactly how relaxing and thrilling this little experience can be. Not wanting you to relax too much, I begin my journey downwards. I locate your right nipple and begin teasing it with my tongue, lashing in every direction until your nipple is erect with every sensual spark your body can create. I place my mouth over the whole thing and suck firmly, you gasp again at the unexpected pleasure of this little action. As I move my mouth over to your left nipple, I use my left hand to playfully tease the nipple I have just left standing at attention. Again you gasp as I suck deeply on your nipple, and this pleases me to hear and see you enjoying such simple pleasures.
I begin tracing little nibbles down each side of your body now, a little more firmly every now and then to let you know I mean business. I’m enjoying tasting your skin, you taste so warm and so fresh yet so you. I sit back now and admire this immaculate creature before me. I softly trace my fingers up and down the length of your body. Suddenly I am made increasingly aware of your stirrings as I feel your hard cock throbbing below me, and I know it is begging and pleading me for some attention.
I now position myself between your legs, and begin nibbling on the soft skin where your legs join with your body. All the while you are letting out small gasps of pleasure, but now I hear a deep rumbling groan from within, and I know you are ready for me.
I trace my tongue slowly and methodically up the right side of your shaft, then back down to the base and repeat my journey up the left side. I smile to myself as I see your hands grasp for pillows and squeeze tightly. Knowing you are so aroused makes me burn with desire inside. I use my right hand to carefully raise your hard cock to meet with my mouth, I raise my body slightly, resting on my left hand which is perched alongside your body, and slowly take you entirely into my mouth. I feel your body quiver with arousal as you let out a loud moan of pleasure. I gently hold the base as I firmly suck while I pull you out my mouth, but before you can react, I break into a wonderful rhythm as I move up and down your shaft, busily making my right hand useful as I pull my head up.
Just as I can feel your excitement may be drawing to a pinnacle, I gently ease off, lean on my left arm and gaze down at you. Pillows now scattered to opposite ends of the bed as you’ve grabbed them in a moment of erotic pleasure, your head still thrown back with your mouth open allowing these deep primal groans that turn me on so much, to escape.
After a short while you turn your head in my direction, open your eyes lazily and flash me a cheeky grin. I reply with an equally cheeky grin and whisper “I want to tease you all night” even though I know that my own desire for the ultimate prize at the end is not far off, but knowing myself and having the ability to reach climax time and time again, I desperately need for you to lead me into wave after wave of orgasmic freedom before I take you to that place myself. It is such a cruel punishment that men can only orgasm once during this erotic dance, I feel almost guilty but know that you would receive almost as much pleasure from watching me orgasm time and time again before you.
13 – life, the universe and everything
Picturing your lips working their way along my arm, smelling you again in close, your hair brushing me as you travel down, the tension you are creating under my skin is amazing, it seems like my whole skin wants to jump up and grab you, wrap around you, be you.
Your attentions to my chest encourage a response normally reserved for female breasts, they are a welcome deflection of my bodies energies and allow a certain amount of control to return to the lower regions. Just as I feel back in control you once again move lower, a second meeting on the same night must make a statement but now isn’t the time to worry.
Desperately holding on to the slimmest of ledges I know I can make the summit if only I can get past each selfish moment, not now buddy your time will come, there is more work to done to make this fairytale.
When the sensations of your actions finally start to drift away and room returns in my real world, my eyes open slowly and discover the pillows have gone, I slowly lift my head to see you sitting up on my legs, your look one of question and deep emotion, you have given me much of what is inside you freely and without hesitation, you have crossed the boundary, broken the ties and gambled with your heart.
You have clearly also been enjoying yourself, your mind is in a super relaxed state but your body is electric. “I want to tease you all-night” you say and like a fishing line with the freshest bate my mind instantly knows a challenge has been set. I’d never describe myself as competitive but if there is a chance of winning I’ll be there at the front, I want your lips back where they below, I want to release some of your energy and then I want to totally explore your everywhere.
I lift up using only my chest, I need both arms to control your fall, I pull you into me, yours lips locate mine as if by magic, this time I kiss you deeply, I suck in your tongue and taste you before pushing it out and exploring with my own. I run my tongue around the inside of your lips, touching the coolest of corners before examining in detail your teeth. Holding you tight against my chest I roll you over onto your back, you are in the middle of the bed and my legs are a little off the end, the position is perfect.
Your body is fighting and won’t enjoy the touch your mind eagerly wants but both can be accomplished if you trust me enough, I feel that you have moved past that point and decide a firm step forward is necessary. I move to your right side to expose your body once again, in my left hand I hold your right, our fingers slightly entwined on and angle. I walk my fingers of my right hand from your lips down your chin, jumping onto your collarbone, I ignore all the indentations and elevations and walk down between your breasts, your nipples still slightly erect from your own works.
Onto your stomach and around your belly button, my hand turning now so as to walk my 2 fingers forwards, still further on they walk to that special valley, normally covered with a light mat you are soft and smooth. All this time my eyes haven’t left yours, there has been no indication of concern or nervousness in your face; your desire hasn’t wavered.
My forefinger makes its claim for knighthood, gently and very slowly it slides down the slope between your lips, feeling the right route and watching for deviations, slight pressure applied when needed to ensure the right turning is found before finally slipping into a moist and welcoming cave. A strong arch marks the entrance, the power transmitted simply by touch, my finger follows this upper surface in until the soft and uneven skin takes over.
Here I park and admire the view my finger is relaying, soft, warm, damp and very friendly, I must wait now until your body acknowledges my arrival, it doesn’t take long, your current state of tension must explode knowing that this won’t be the one and only, your chamber has more rounds for later.
Once the tell tale signs start to kick off, I apply a little more pressure to the roof of your pussy, transformed from a sheltered harbour to a modern hip nightspot your hips join in and attempt to offer even more access. With my hand controlling your pleasure the palm wants to feel a part of you too, your pubic mound fits perfectly, were you designed for my hands I wonder, the smile on your face is now showing me you want and need exactly what I giving you, it won’t take long, it may not be enormous but it will allow me to truly taste something made specially for me.
As you get wetter inside my finger moves a little more, your hips move to encourage more but I control the pace, I can feel your knob of excitement on the outside soaking in some of the surface movement but I am careful not to hurt you at this very sensitive moment.
Your arching hips eventually take over and I allow you to finish the job properly, there can be no better person to ensure total satisfaction even on the smaller events but watching you do this makes me enjoy you even more. Despite our obvious physical limitations many of us can orgasm in our heads as effectively as externally, just by touching you, the chemicals running around my body are making me feel a continuous high.
When your movements subside, your cheeks are rosy, you let out a very deep sign as though to say thank you and your eyes open for the first time since your train left the station, the happiness you transmit is pure joy, it should be bottled and sent to less fortunate people. I remove my finger from you and taste you, looking into your eyes as I do so as to let you know how much I want you, I then close each eye with a soft kiss on your eyelids, kiss you again on your lips and say “I haven’t finished yet, don’t move a muscle”
I slip off the end of the bed and move silently to the bathroom, I know what I need and a quick break will help my own stability lower down, on the way I notice some photos on your wall, very nice looking and make a mental note to ask about them another time. Whilst I am looking for the special thing in your bathroom I realise my earlier concerns about doing it and it being over were completely unfounded, your eyes and face relay a guarantee that sex was an emotional and exciting past time but would never be all we shared, it would be filled with everything we want but our future would have even more.
As I return to your bed, your eyes are still lightly closed, certain that you hadn’t even thought to peak, without getting onto the bed I use the wet make-up brush I had sought to run slight beads of warm wetness from your upper thigh to your knee, instead of jumping up and reacting you relax further into the bed, I am neither tickling your nor soaking and with your recent release your body will allow the pleasure to infiltrate.
Back next to you on the bed again I hold your right hand above your head and run my brush down the inside of your arms, this being much more sensitive your skin physically tingles, I then move onto your breasts, your nipples are almost asleep, I wake them by making rings around them, the goose bumps rising up almost immediately followed slowly by the big hard tip, ‘whose waking me up’ in a deep fairytale voice it says and I nip off quickly to the other side.
Certain I am not going to tickle you, you have pretty much switched off your muscles, your eyes are still closed and your face displaying signs of a dreamlike state, I now start to paint the ridges and bumps around your chest but as I reach under your chin I breath very lightly on the wetted skin. The surface is hot from the air, the shower and the exercise and now the cool wet shock on small parts of your body sends spikes of energy out into nowhere, each one building until a whole body shiver is needed.
I slip down to your tummy and attack your button with the same attention, this time though it needs a tongue to feel your emotions inside, a good wet tongue and lick before moving on, each rib, each imperfection whether natural of man-made gets a thorough inspection, smooth skin is beautiful to touch and feel but the scars of life touch more that the surface. I have to be careful now as the connection I’m making is doing wonders for the blood flow in my own body, one wrong thought could easily make things turn out the wrong way, you are halfway to freedom, almost teased to contentment but not yet.
Your legs are long and powerful, the skin soft and slightly whiter than the average, your knees are beautifully powerful machines, capable and yet still aesthetic as with every other part of you and then your ankles come into view. You twitch knowing I am looking and I understand this is an area you are cautious about, accordingly I kiss your ankles without touching, and move to your toes where I similarly give them a courteous kiss on top before saying ‘I’ll see you later’ with a smirk.
The grin on your face suggests the world will turn inside out before that happens and underneath I can see you are relieved that I will move on. Back up to your knees and inside needs painting again, my brush needs a bit more moisture so I suck it wet, as I move slowly brushing and blowing my way up your thighs you open up freely inviting me further, at the top I rest and admire what to date I have only felt, I suck in your smell and enjoy the amazing dimensions that an ordinary perfume can never achieve.
Painting my way around your lower lips, I bend your knees to allow full access to everything, your hips again start to move to encourage visitation to places early but I am stronger than that and need to enjoy everything properly. I am so aroused by you being here, in front of me, even fully clothed my body would respond but to have you, just you here, the answers to any question could be found or dismissed without hesitation.
Dents made where your legs leave your body on both sides are particularly sensitive, they connect both ends and sides, to paint in there, a place that only a few people will ever see, the owner in most cases won’t see this place, is simply unique. Your bottom sits happily at the end not sure if its part of the party or not, happy to chat but sometimes ignored. Painting around the soft external area is a very different feeling to anywhere else, the centre bud of power something that really needs to be licked.
Moving up your lips brushing both sides equally, they are open for obvious reasons and the temptation to once again taste is almost too strong but no you challenged me to tease you and that wouldn’t be teasing this time. There are many ways to skin a cat and using your wetness to dampen my brush allows me to explore further on, past your main entrance and up to the little known geyser that can have no part in this adult game. The little cousin needs to be included if only to watch and a paint around hurts no one.
Knowing from your body’s reactions you are starting to get a little tense again, allowing a little relief I return to the shy member of the gang and welcome it into the party, I lick gently around your bum, playing gently with its bud with the tip of my tongue, plenty of saliva to make it feel right, using my mouth and lips I pretend to bite into you here knowing the feeling inside your cheeks will exaggerate with interpretation. Moving onto to your more conservative pleasure zones, a strong lick through the centre of your slit soaks up a good taste of your again, reminding me that you are everything.
brunnication 