waves...
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Posted:Jul 15, 2007 4:26 am
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waves...
The summer laziness had finally arrived. The scorching sun... The towel separating my body from the burning sand. The palm tress... barely moving... just swaying slightly... almost invisibly. The waves... patiently washing the beach again and again. Quietly splashing... lulling me deeper and deeper into a sweet bliss.
I saw her emerging from the sea... like another Aphrodite... Coming near me... Smiling... Squeezing the water off her hair on my chest. Then bending over... and licking the salt off my steaming skin. I grabbed her cheeks between my palms. Looked right at her. Brought her face to mine. Kissed her deeply, my tongue savoring every trace of salt on her mouth...
She straddled me. Reached between my legs. Cupped my balls and fondled them... tenderly... Then moved up to my cock. Hard by now. Stroked me lazily. Up. Then down. And up... and down again. My skin stretching... my muscle expanding in her hand. "Yes", I nodded with my eyes...
She lowered herself on me. Ever so quietly. Her warm wetness engulfing me little by little. Grinding her hips languorously. Just like the waves splashed against the sand... Moving in unison with them... Her inner walls tightening around me a bit... only to release me soon after... then tightening again... Then grabbing a hold of my cock again... like only she could...
I wrapped my arms around her behind. Pushed her a little harder... causing her clit to touch my pubic skin. I felt her expanded. Swollen... I waited for her next movement. Then squeezed a little... causing more friction... a slight gasp escaping her...
Her hips kept swaying... quiet as the waves... but her nectar was now flowing... thick and heavy on my balls... anointing me with her pleasure. She never picked up her pace... Just continued to ride me slowly... but I could tell... I knew her climax was coming. I felt it. Saw it in her eyes. I kissed her. And as my tongue entered her mouth I felt her cum spread on my cock. Long and slow... and languid.
My lips embraced her tongue, circled around it... Then I started cumming too. A hot flood passing through me. Sweet and sensual... Hot, and yet serene... She let me stay inside her. Just rested her head on my shoulder after kissing me tenderly... Not quite motionless... Our bodies still swaying a little... just like the waves still splashing around us.
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lookalikes...
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Posted:Jul 8, 2007 5:38 pm
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2012 6:45 am
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lookalikes...
I had once written a post about which actor/actress we look the most alike. I'm sure we all have someone that resembles us... Only sometimes we don't know it.
A few weeks ago I had just stepped out of my apartment building (yes, us city boys live in apartments...) to attend a rather formal dinner. I am dressed in a nice suit, hair combed, freshly shaved and cologned. As I walk towards my car I see a middle-aged man approaching. He is staring at me. As our paths cross I smile, mainly in an attempt to get him to stop staring. He passes me, then turns around and walks back towards me.
He finally speaks. "You are a member of the parliament, aren't you?", he asks me. I smile. "No, I am not", I inform him. No matter. He insists. "Oh, but you are... You are with the neo-conservatives, aren't you?"... ( Ha! ). Not knowing whether this is an insult or a compliment, I smile again. "I assure you I have no interest in politics whatsoever", I say steadfastly. As if that were enough... "But I've seen you on TV"... He is relentless. I smile for the last time. "I am sorry", I excuse myself, "I am late for my dinner engagement", and walk into my car. I leave him standing there, an air of disbelief in his face... wondering if he should call a reporter... tell him that he saw a member of parliament leaving his mistress's house...
A few days later I am invited at a cocktail party sponsored by the Italian Ambassador. It takes place downtown at a public facility. ( Now let me state for the record that I neither know the Ambassador, nor have ever been to any function by the Italian Embassy). Still, being the gracious guest I always try to be I choose an italian suit for the occasion (and an italian tie to go with it), spiff myself up once more and get in my car. Alas, I get stuck in traffic... I am about to get there late. I nervously look at my watch. After a somewhat frantic drive, I finally get to my destination... barely in time... I am near the parking area when a stark realization hits me: I have left my invitation at home! It is too late to go back now, I'll have to find a way to get in.
I pull down my window as the attendant from the Italian Embassy approaches. I beam my brightest smile, about to apologize for forgetting my invitation, ready to produce my ID card and see if I can get in with just that. I open my mouth to speak but he stops me. He smiles.
"You are here for the Embassy's cocktail party, aren't you sir?"... It rings as music to my ears, I realize that I will get in without the invitation, but still somewhat puzzled, I ask him: "How did you know?"...
"Oh, that's easy sir... I recognized you", he said blushing somewhat. I managed to hide my grin. Didn't stay to argue this time. I drove on and parked my car... then finally burst out laughing.
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good morning...
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Posted:Jul 6, 2007 4:23 pm
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good morning...
It was almost 9 o'clock. I had gotten up. Showered. Shaved. Drunk some coffee. Watched the sun's rays lazily seep in through the window drapes... washing the walls in their cheerful color...
I approached the bed. Looked at her sleeping. Peaceful. Beautiful. A faint smile still on her lips. The same smile I saw last night. The last thing I saw before falling asleep. I touched her gently. Brought my lips to the back of her neck. Kissed her there. As tenderly as possible. "Good morning", I whispered, "it's 9 o'clock, the time you asked me to wake you up"...
"I know", she answered, her eyes still closed but her lips still smiling, "keep waking me up"...
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storm...
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Posted:Jul 4, 2007 9:42 am
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storm...
The sun was nowhere to be seen on this deserted island. Obscured by the clouds. I held her tight. Tried to shelter her from the storm looming in the distance. She hid her face on my shoulder... knowing that tomorrow would be a difficult day... choosing to forget it for at least tonight... choosing to savor the precious time we had together.
I turned her face to kiss her. But her kiss was quick. Anxious. As she clearly had something else in mind... Her hands slipped through my pants. Found my cock hardening. Started stroking me... ever so skilfully... ever so tenderly. I held her tighter still... lost in the moment too, my mind emptying as my blood started rushing to my loins.
She knelt before me. Looked up. Took me in her mouth. Wellcoming me in her warmth. Offering me her own brand of protection... Making me feel that right there... right then... there was nothing else. Nothing but her and me. Alone. Away from all else.
As the soft caresses of her lips brought me closer to the edge of ecstasy I saw the clouds thickening... getting darker... getting closer. She quickly looked up at me. "I want to drink you", she said simply. I closed my eyes. Let her continue her sacred task. I hear the thunder at the distance. Felt the first raindrops on my skin.
The storm erupted on us. Found us locked. Entwined in that blissful pose. Drenched she continued to kiss me down there, her swift tongue sliding up and down my length, her throat taking me deeper and deeper. I was so close now...
I saw a bolt of lightning at the distance and my heart skipped a beat. I didn't hear the thunder. I exploded deep in her throat, her arms wrapped around my waist, her mouth drinking more and more of me... making me scream more and more... swallowing till there wasn't a single drop left.
She licked her lips and moved up to kiss me. And as she did, the faintest hint of light appeared behind the clouds.
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hello...
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Posted:Jun 30, 2007 3:50 am
Last Updated:Nov 11, 2015 6:24 pm
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hello...
As things are right now 235 of you wonderful people are watching my blog. Many of you I know, many of you are kind enough to leave me comments regularly... Kind enough to share your thoughts, your feelings with me. Some of you have honored me with your friendship, some with a little more... But there are many of you that I don't know...
So, this is my way of greeting you. Of saying 'hello'... If I don't know you, maybe you'd like to take this opportunity to tell me a bit about yourself. Do you have a blog too? Would you like me to visit it? What do you think of 'the bright side of the moon'? Do you have any questions about it? Anything you'd like to know? How long has it been on your watched list?
Feel free to give me your suggestions. I by no means promise to follow them but I would love to read them, to learn what you think is good about this blog and what is lacking...
Feel free to tell me if there is a post you liked best. Or a post you liked the least!... Or a post of yours that I haven't read and you think I'd enjoy reading...
This is a post for you. All of you. All of my 'watchers'... My small way of saying "Thank you... Thank you for being here with me".
As always... my love... my kisses.
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the swimming pool...
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Posted:Jun 26, 2007 10:08 am
Last Updated:May 17, 2015 7:53 am
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the swimming pool...
The sun stood at mid-sky. Strong. Powerful. Radiant. Bathing everything in his light. His heat. The tall cypress trees in the garden stood still. There wasn't even the slightest breeze. The crickets were buzzing... their limbs beating like congas in a hot latin tune... providing this exotic sound... a tropical rhythm that makes your heart beat faster.
I stood at the edge of the swimming pool. At the tip of my toes. Body straight. Chin up. Soaking up the last rays of sun and seeing the cool blue body of water in front of me. I stretched out my arms. Brought them up, pointing to the sky... Made a little jump... And fell forward. My hands hitting the water first... then my elbows... my head... till every inch of me was underwater... cooled... caressed and wellcomed by this beautiful blueness. I swam underwater... almost the length of the pool... then emerged. Filled my lungs with air. Dove again.
I stood at the shallow end. Grabbed the iron bars of the pool steps. Felt their heat on my hands. And got out, water dripping from all of me. I lay on the chaise longue, my body still wet, but the scorching greek sun making it evaporate quickly. I enjoyed the sensation. And closed my eyes...
When I opened them I saw her by the french door. Standing. Smiling at me. Wearing nothing but a tiny bikini. It suddenly occurred to me that giving her my key was a good decision. I tried to get up but before I could she was right by me, pushing me down on my chaise longue. "Should I offer you a drink?", I asked politely, remembering I was her host...
"No, thanks...", she said grinning, "I am not thirsty". Her lips fell on mine. Her body covering mine... her breasts touching my chest... causing me to smile warmly. My tongue sought hers as my temperature grew. Her hands kept me down... but then landed on my hardness, exposing me by pulling my swimsuit lower...
I saw her face disappear down my torso... her lips blazing a trail on my skin... her mouth finally enveloping me... Softly. Tenderly. Lusciously... I sighed. She brought me to the brink of orgasm. But stopped. Grinned. "Not yet", she smiled coyly at me. She brought her lips down on me once more. Then stopped again. Looked at me playfully. The straddled me. Lowered herself on me slowly. Sooo slowly. Her flesh surrounding my manhood. Making it disappear in slow motion. Little by little... like a ship launched into sea for the first time... I was in heaven. Or so I thought... Because it was about to get better.
She waited until all of mr was in her. Every inch. Then started moving up and down. Very softly. Very quietly. But so incredibly passionately. Her insides tightening as she came down... then releasing me ever so gently as she moved up again. Ooooohhhh... I couldn't take it. My entire body was oozing ecstasy. My hands grabbed hers. Joining her in this magic dance... our breaths getting in sync... our bodies glowing in the scorching afternoon sun... I moaned... I cried...
"You drive me crazy", I managed to say through muffled cries... through moans and sighs. She grinned even wider, her eyes never leaving me, her head tilting slightly backwards... her hips pushing harder on me... knowing this time we would go all the way.
She slithered down on me one last time. Her wetness all over me by now. Squeezed me harder than ever. Then fell on me while pushing herself even harder on my cock. She lay still as her climax arrived... explosively... violently... convulsions sweeping over her body... her fingers tightly intertwined with mine. I yelled her name. And let my own ecstasy rip through me... My back arching as I shot deep inside her... Flooding her with my happiness. Flooding her with my bliss.
We stayed like this a while. As if frozen together in the blinding heat. I kissed her gently. And we got up. I took her hand. Took her to the edge of the pool... where I stood alone a little while ago. I stood straight... but right beside her, my hand never leaving hers. "Swim with me", I smiled, before inviting her to dive in with me...
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be mine tonight...
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Posted:Jun 24, 2007 2:09 am
Last Updated:Dec 23, 2017 5:50 pm
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be mine tonight...
The thin layer of perspiration covered both our bodies... Even in the cool of the summer night the temperature was higher than our bodies'... and rising every minute as I looked in her eyes. Saw her wish. Her desire. Her passion...
"Be mine tonight", I said. She nodded. Unable to speak, yet so clearly understood. She climbed on the bed. Lay on her back. And as asked, kept her hands behind her back. "Yes... just like this", I reassured her. I spread her thighs apart. Ran my fingertips up and down them. Gently. Ever so gently... barely touching her skin... but causing her a slight jump every time. I moved my hand up. Got to her clit. Circled it with my middle finger. Felt it harden... expand... I bent my head... my lips longing to kiss her there... to taste her wetness... to feel her womanhood in my mouth.
My tongue darted in and out of her as my fingers traced the area around... teasing her rear... then as my lips encircled her clit, my middle finger went inside her... found her favorite spot... and probed. She jumped a bit but I held her down. I felt her near her climax... But that wasn't to be yet.
"No. Not yet... I want you to wait for me", I whispered... very loudly. Her eyes were wide open... her pupils dilating... the rosy color flushing her cheeks... her lips moist and soft... waiting for my kiss. I positioned my body on top of hers. Took my hardened cock in my hand. Placed it between her legs. And descended upon her... my weight pushing my cock inside her... my torso touching hers... fully... my chest touching her nipples... ruby red and darkened... hard... and ready to be kissed. I sucked them in... one at a time... I licked my way up from them... to her neck... her chin... and finally her lips.
My tongue snaked in her mouth... explored her as I moved up and down. My cock sliding in and out of her now... rapidly... furiously... and in perfect sync with my tongue... that was now fucking her mouth... just as furiously.
My lips locked with hers. My cock all the way in her. I muffled my cry with our kiss. And felt her explosion as I reached mine. My seed blasting inside her as her own fountain bathed me... flowing thicker and thicker on me... springing wilder and wilder and yet... squeezing more and more of me in her...
I caught my breath. Reached behind her back. Brought her trapped hands forward. And kissed her delicate fingers...
"Be mine tomorrow too", I asked politely... and waited for the answer in her smile.
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memories...
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Posted:Jun 21, 2007 1:32 pm
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2014 7:59 pm
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memories...
Memories... our most prized possessions... what makes us who we are... what makes us smile... or cry.
Memories... a part of our past. Be it scribbled notes or yellowed photographs. Feelings felt or tastes savored... Sounds of laughter or songs we sang... Hands that touched us... Lips that kissed us... Eyes that looked right through us... captured our souls...
Memories... here's to making more of them.
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food or beverage...
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Posted:Jun 19, 2007 12:42 pm
Last Updated:Nov 11, 2015 6:05 pm
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food or beverage...
This is a survey of sorts... One where my natural curiosity overcomes my usual good manners, lol... It concerns a very simple question. I would like you to tell me which food or beverage the taste of semen reminds you of. Through the years I have asked several of my female friends and I have received a surprisingly wide range of answers. I will share them later in the form of a comment.
But for now I would like to hear your impression.
Thank you.
As always, my love... my kisses...
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brighter...
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Posted:Jun 17, 2007 1:30 am
Last Updated:Oct 28, 2021 12:57 pm
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brighter...
In darkness
Where my dreams are all too clear
Darkness, darkness
Filled with all the sounds of fear
Human League
The flickering candle light made her barely visible... her silhouette approaching me... arms stretched out... completely naked... completely trusting me. I embraced her. Kissed her. Moved behind her...
I felt the slight tremble of her legs. Excitement mixed with just a touch of fear. "Ssshhh...", my voice was soft but clear. Tender, yet firm... "Close your eyes. Forget everything...", it was almost a command. "Bend over. Lean on the bed...", my voice was just a touch louder... She did just that. I crouched over her. Kissed the back of her neck... her shoulders... traced her spine with my tongue.
I put my arms around her. Fondled her breasts... heated with anticipation by now... sensing what would follow... I found her clitoris. Slithered past it. Ran my fingers down her pussy lips. Parted them. Slid a finger in... explored her... I took her small vibrator she had placed by the bed... switched it on. Its humming noise cut through the silence of the night... ever so pleasantly. I put it in her pussy from behind... Teased her with it a bit... Felt her jump a little when it touched her g-spot... I pushed it in... and placed it so that it was right there... buzzing inside her at that very spot. My fingers found her clitoris once more...
I touched her with three fingers. My index and forth finger 'milking' her from the sides, my middle finger rubbing her clit from above. Her sweetness drove me wild. Her shivers traveled right though me... Her explosion brewing inside her, felt on my every pore... burning my skin as I was touching her. I was harder than ever. I grabbed my cock. Found her rear entrance... Zoomed in... And started inserting it little by little... Each time meeting a bit of resistance from the vibrator that was inside her... but feeling her welcome me in nevertheless... I felt the vibrations of her toy on my cock... right through her inner membrane... OMG...
I stayed still. Let the buzz of the toy envelop us... knowing we'd reach our peak at any second... I pressed my fingers on her clit. A thick nectar flowing out of her by now. I kissed the back of her neck again. And let that moment last...
Contractions swept through her... through me... all my muscles connected to that one point... feeling a volcano exploding... my cum screaming inside her... as her tightness squeezed more and more out of me. Her lava consuming me. My lips were silent. But my body was yelling with pleasure...
I stayed crouched over her. Breathed on her back while still holding her... a glistening river dripping down our thighs by now... Feeling her breathing return to normal... Seeing the smile on her lips...
I stayed like this... as if bound... For only a moment... But for that one moment the darkness of the candle light never seemed brighter.
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a year of love...
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Posted:Jun 15, 2007 4:20 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2012 6:08 am
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a year of love...
I was a senior in college... My undergraduate life was coming to a close. I was about to get a job. In the 'real world'. Rather than be scared I was excited. The idea of finally making some money thrilled me. Not having the pressure of final exams... Have regular hours... and work-free weekends!
But that wouldn't dominate my thoughts just yet. I met her. A classmate. Blonde. Blue eyed. Sweet cherry lips. And always smiling politely whenever she greeted anyone. I watched her in the classroom. I was intrigued. Curious... Yet, something told me there was something more in her. Something deeper. Something that drew me to her. Like a moth to the flame...
I managed to find the nerve to ask her out. She agreed. But informed me she had a boyfriend. That I shouldn't get the wrong idea. I nodded. We went to a very nice little restaurant. Subtle. Refined. Just like her. I sat there, listened to her. Delighted in the questions she asked me. About my life... About my country... About my family and whether I missed them since I was so far away...
I smiled. Somewhat sadly. And never told her. Never told her how I felt for her... Not that it would matter much. What she saw in me was someone who would want her just for sex... when what I saw in her was the mother of my unborn . I knew it right away. And yet chose to never tell her. Why? Because she was with someone else. Someone she clearly didn't love... but someone who provided her with the sense of security she wanted. I didn't want to disrupt her comfort. Cause her any undue confusion. Besides... by agreeing to go out with her and 'not getting the wrong idea' I felt I had given her my word to not put her in an awkward position. And I've been brought up to never go back on my word.
I drove her home. Didn't try to kiss her goodnight. Just looked in her eyes. And thanked her for the wonderful night she gave me.
I went home. Cried. Never told a soul.
But I kept thinking of her... I stayed celibate for an entire year. In my early-20s that was a very long time. I didn't care. I couldn't be with the one I wanted... So I partied. Danced. Drank. But didn't sleep with anyone... Not once in a whole year... Was I right?... Maybe... Maybe not.
I eventually got over it. Moved on. But since then I made a vow. To always let my feelings be known. To be honest. And when faced with a 'should-I-be-with-you' dilemma to allow her to make that decision for herself.
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saint of me...
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Posted:Jun 14, 2007 8:27 am
Last Updated:Feb 3, 2012 6:06 am
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saint ot me...
Saint Paul the persecutor
Was a cruel and sinful man
Jesus hit him with a blinding light
And then his life began
I said yeah
I said yeah
Augustin knew temptation
He loved women, wine and song
And all the special pleasures
Of doing something wrong
I said yeah
I said yeah
I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
And could you stand the torture
And could you stand the pain
Could you put your faith in Jesus
When you're burning in the flames
And I do believe in miracles
And I want to save my soul
And I know that I'm a sinner
I'm gonna die here in the cold
I said yes, I said yeah
I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
I thought I heard an angel cry
I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye
John the baptist was a martyr
But he stirred up Herod's hate
And Salome got her wish
To have him served up on a plate
I said yes
I said yeah
I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
I thought I heard an angel cry
I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye
I thought I saw an angel cry
You'll never make a saint of me
You'll never make a saint of me
The Rolling Stones, Saint of me
Come on...
Dance with me...
follow me down the path of vice...
the path of carnal pleasure...
Trace my evil footsteps...
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forest...
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Posted:Jun 12, 2007 3:16 pm
Last Updated:Jul 30, 2020 2:00 am
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forest...
We walked hand in hand. Had just finished our picnic. Ahead of us lay a forest of fir trees... Dark and thick... Obscuring the light of sun even in mid-day... As we entered the wooded area our bodies welcomed the coolness of the shade... The sun had warmed us sufficiently... Bronzed us... as if we were statues...
We kept on walking. Suddenly I stopped. "Here", I said to her. She looked at me and knew... Read my mind. I leaned on a tree. Long and upright. Straight. Like the column of a Greek temple. I took her in my arms and kissed her... The fire now burning on my lips...
Slowly, ceremoniously I stripped her of all clothes... Knelt before her... Her scent reaching me now... soft, yet clear... quiet, yet distinctive. I was intoxicated. Hooked on her womanhood. My lips crept up her thigh... Higher and higher... Found her clitoris. My tongue swirling around it... again and again... each time the circle getting tighter... each time smaller... each time faster... Until I sucked it in. My puckered lips protecting it with their warmth... my tongue teasing it from within...
My hands on her ass brought her closer. My tongue was now withing her lips... Darting in and out... exploring her from within... Tasting her sweet fluids... They were flowing thicker... heavier... richer. My middle finger slid between her ass cheeks... found her rear entrance... teased her a little... went in... slowly. Then pushed the thin membrane... only to find my tongue pushing back from the other side...
As my tongue moved to the left, my finger moved to the right... Again. And again. And quicker now... and faster still... until she could no longer take it... until she called my name... until I could feel her climax approaching like a thunder... loud and strong...
I opened my mouth. Wanting all of her. Waiting to receive it in me. I licked. I swallowed. I drank her. All of her... Until she pushed my hair back. Looked in my eyes. Stopped me. And yet there I was... motionless... still kneeling before her... still intoxicated with her. Still lost inside her forest.
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