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To Orgasmic Delight - For Lovers
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To Orgasmic Delight - For Lovers To Orgasmic Delight The Summer Sun has warmed your skin, and given in a warmer gleam. Your hair is one or two shades lighter, and your smile on holiday brighter; and we have time and space enough for only us. The bed is broad, and mattress firm, and windows open, move light linen mist of curtains back and forth, allowing shards of Sun to break into the room and make bright our romantic gloom. Across each inch of your warm skin I seek to trace a word or curling script, sketching erotic sayings of love and fucking and rapture, from one to next and onward flow, a thousands words and lines across you stroke. And to the beauty of your breasts my mouth's attention bring, drawing deep the curved orb delightful, and tackling the aroused taut nipple with agile enthusiastic tongue. Your hand is on my head, fingers running through my hair, and lightly guiding my hungry mouth lover down your form, across slope below your breasts I kiss, upon your belly and belly button investigate, and further down progress to the humid musky heat my tactile lips are directed, but my hand reaches there first. Between your thighs my hand slowly glides above, a finger stroking, barely touching, the swollen aroused dew covered lips lifting a bead or two of nectar sweet, and then swinging back again to repeat, and sensing your body beside my own, beneath my hand and lips, trying to rise to pursue this darting fingertip......which with the wetness as its ink draws signs of infinity upon your inner velvet thigh. Then the finger returns, with a fresh confidence and firmness stroking though the soft collapsing humid bowl of your molten core, the finger dipping deeper, the fingertip skirting along those inner walls, stroking, lifting the welling nectar off, and bringing the juices to my eager mouth to taste. A pause and now two fingers dip, and begin to swirl, stroking and curling around the sensitive core, around this molten rising brim of pleasure, as your hips rise and fall, your breathing urgent, and catches a moment, as my thumb lightly rubs not across, but simply beside to bring pressure upon, your aroused hidden bud. And then my mouth descends, as my caressing hands hold your thighs, as your body leaps from bed, your hips hammer upward, and my tongue plunges in deep, and sweeps from side to side, with firm and avid licking intensity. Your hands are on my shoulders, holding, and holding to stay in place, for is as if your body has its own rhythm and pace now, and you, as I, are rushed along with it, and you are trying to draw a deep clean breath, and can only gasp for air, as strikes of ecstasy steal your breathing pattern, make your body convulse and spasm in height of joy, and then the mouth, those firm lips, that attacking tongue, close over the place of that hidden bud....and suck it in.... your body arches as if electrified, and your voice hits notes never before considered or found, and produce a loud keening rising spiraling sound, and we are centred in this moment alone, together, melded as close as two can be, and you find a plateau for a moment longer...before my tongue slaps your aroused clit, and then laps firmly at it, and one hand lightly tugs a nipple erect, and you escape this world as to some Olympian heights incandescent rise and explode in orgasmic delight. . . I look forward to your own comments and thoughts, on this post. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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I agree with yesmam...it is extremely intense.....I ADORE it!!! 
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No photos here, instead in imagery textual, to slip direct, explicit, into the core of your own thoughts. A dream, or more exactly, a telling of a future as yet not experienced, pr a past heat fondly recalled. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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