Satin Pink Flesh

Satin pink flesh upon my tongue, the soft sensual smell, the sweet juices dripping down my chin. I wrap my lips around the moist substance and suck the juices into my mouth. I lick a drip that travels down my finger in a slow tantalizing trail to the tip. Again I partake of the sweetness letting the juices trickle down my chin. Sucking, licking, feeling the heavenly texture in my mouth, tasting the luscious sweetness, smelling the heady aroma. I feel a bit dazed with the pleasure invading my senses. I dive in again and again, each time climbing a bit higher in my ascent toward heaven.

My Wet Dream

I had a dream about you last night. So we are in the living room and I’m sitting on the couch and without saying a word you kneel beside the couch, bend over and kiss me. Somehow you maneuver to sitting next to me without breaking the kiss. It was incredible, you were the most amazing kisser. Our tongues would slide together like skin slicked with baby oil, this exquisite silky feeling that had my heart racing. I kept thinking I needed to stop because we wanted to take things slow. I wanted to take the next step but I didn’t want you to stop me so I waited for you to go farther. I tried to listen to your breathing to see if you were as excited as I was but I couldn’t hear over my own ragged breaths. Thats when I realized you had been slowly moving our bodies into a laying position with you along the right side me.

Couch Sex

You are sitting alone in the living room flipping through the channels. You can’t find anything interesting so you pop in a video tape we made of us having sex. You unzip your pants and pull out your massive cock. You begin to stroke yourself and get nice and hard. I come into the room and see you and my mouth begins to water. “Need any help?” I ask, knowing you’ll say yes. I come over and kneel on the floor in front of you. “Mmmmm yummy” I say and kiss the tip while you keep stroking. I want to look you in the eyes but I can’t take my eyes off your beautiful love tool.

Break Down!

We’d spent a fun day at the beach, walking around and talking. On the way home your car runs out of gas and we pull to the side of the road and get out. You say we’ll have to wait for someone to stop. We look around at the quiet solitude of the twighlight, the few early stars beginning to show and then look at each other. What color panties are you wearing?you ask my suggestively. I lean back against the car and very slowly raise the hem of my skirt, giving you an inch by inch view of whats underneath. First black stocking, then more black stocking, then still more stocking. You begin to wonder how high they could possibly go when you finally get a glimpse of the darker band that tops them.