Author: SK482

You are the dream.

Yes, that dream.

The dream that awakens me from the deepest sleep at three a.m.

Some nights, I use nothing more than two fingers, tenderly running the length of your naked body, your breath soft and sweet and easy. Sighs as two fingertips trace the contour of your delicate spine as you lie on your side in the dark. Your delicate heart beats in time with each whispered word, with every memory, with the intensity of my yearning and my sensual kiss … our yearning and sensual kisses.

And on other nights, carnal need and insistence that electrifies my very soul. My hands prise you apart and then prize you, stroking the pearl of your pleasure until your thighs shiver and splay, until your glistening cunt silently calls and begs for my perfecting flesh. The mouth pressed into your ear as my fingers sense your tight, wet heat. My ravenous tongue circling each rising peak of your breast as my weight bears down upon you and I finally ease my hard thickness inside you to the hilt, filling you so completely we both cry out in ecstatic anguish, shattering indelibly the stillness of the night. Read more »

I need you.

My mouth needs your body.

My lips and tongue need to explore every inch of your shivering skin, to tease the rosy peaks of your breasts, and to caress the delicate hollow of your hips.

My mouth needs your wet, glistening pussy. I need to kiss you, lick you, devour you with ravenous abandon until you come – hot and hard – on my tongue.

And once my lips and beard are sodden with your lust, I need to slide my naked cock deep inside my secret flesh.

I need to take you, fuck you, and own this dripping sex until you moan and whimper, until you curse and invoke the almighty, until you scream over
and again my name, until you fear the thrusts of the untamed animal possessing his prey might tear her shreds.

I need your body; I need you. I need it all so desperately I can barely think or breathe or live.

As I woke up, I looked over at you still asleep on your side. I wriggled over, my front to your back, slid my left arm under your neck, kissed you on the neck, and reached around with my right arm to your chest, and held you in a full embrace. You moved slightly as you slowly awakened. I could imagine the smile spreading across your face. I pushed my hard cock against your ass several times, then slipped my shaft between your legs. You pressed back gently, in rhythm with my forward thrusts. At first, this was dry friction, my cock against your pussy. Then, came that magical moment when your pussy juices flowed. You sighed with sleepy pleasure. And then I drew myself back a bit, and gently inserted my cock deep inside …

“Pregame festivities are over, kitten,” I whisper in Rachel’s ear, grabbing a fistful of her dark brown hair. I lean over, pulling her toward me by her hair, give a quick nibble on her earlobe, a quick bite to the angle of her neck. I whisper “Game time, my little fuck toy.” She purrs, her body trembles slightly. Grasping Rachel’s hair, manhandling her body, I roll Rachel onto her front, glide onto my knees behind her, spread her legs just enough, grasp her hips, and position her in perfect doggy style, her sweet ass in the air, her head down, her arms clasping a soft down pillow.

My eyes travel over her gracile neck, her shoulders and well-toned back, the curve of her hips, and her rounded ass. My focus turns to her pussy peeking between her thighs, its pink-red puffy labia glistening, reaching out to invite me, to embrace me. Rachel knows full well what is about to happen; she is about to be taken, possessed, owned, dominated, and fucked. But if Rachel knows what is about to happen, she does not know how it will happen. She waits eagerly, willingly, submissively, in anticipation.
Where did this begin? We met on Reddit, chatted for a few weeks, talked on the phone a few times, and finally arranged a getaway at a secluded AirBnB cabin. On our first two days together, I took things slowly with extensive foreplay, gently massaging Rachel’s pussy with my hands, my lips, and my tongue. I played my cock head against her labia, gripping my cock and stroking up and down — the paintbrush technique I call it – before slowly, gently entering Rachel’s most intimate recesses. Read more »

I need you.

My mouth needs your body.

My lips and tongue need to explore every inch of your shivering skin, to tease the rosy peaks of your breasts, and to caress the delicate hollow of your hips.

My mouth needs you wet, glistening pussy.
I need to kiss you, lick you, devour you with ravenous abandon until you come – hot and hard – on my tongue.

And once my lips and beard are sodden with your lust, I need to slide my naked cock deep inside my secret flesh. I need to take you, fuck you, and own this dripping sex until you moan and whimper, until you curse and invoke the almighty, until you scream over and again my name, until you fear the thrusts of the untamed animal possessing his prey might tear her shreds.

I need your body; I need you. I need it all so desperately I can barely think or breathe or live.

[MF] A serendipitous encounter

Serendipity, not chance or coincidence, put them on business trips in the same city for the same days. He entered the hotel room after his last commitment of the day, a business lunch, wearing a tailored blue suit and his favorite Save the Children Foundation ice hockey tie. When the tie garnered comments, which it always did, especially from women, it must be the children thing he liked to note that the tie always attracted comments from intelligent, attractive women.

She had arrived earlier. Dressed in her best light gray power suit, serious yet feminine, she sat waiting at the table, sensuously chewing on a large ripe strawberry. “Sit on the sofa,” she said firmly. “You must have had quite a morning,” he said. “Sit.” And so he sat. Their eyes locked. She stared firmly, taking charge. Read more »