Word Seduction by Julien

[Julien]

The Dance
by Julien F.

I see you sitting at the bar by yourself sipping the wine from the stemmed glass. Your dress clings seductively to your hips and breasts. Absent mindedly you flip your hair away from your downturned head as you study your nails.
“Is there anyone sitting there?” I ask?

Turning to my voice, “no” you say. You give me the once over. I am suddenly glad that I dressed up tonight wearing my new khaki dress slacks and black dress shirt. You give me a slight smile as I sit down next to you. I give the bartender my drink order and listen to the throb of the music. I glance up at the mirror behind the bar and notice you are looking at me. You quickly avert your eyes. I pretend I did not notice because I did not want to embarrass you. Once again my eyes travel up to the mirror, again you are looking at me. This time I decide I will not let this invitation slip through my fingers. Chuckling to myself I turn to you.
I introduce myself extending my hand. “May I buy you a drink?”
Returning my smile you place your hand in mine. Your hand is warm and your grasp is firm. You tell me your name.
I order our drinks from the bartender and we talk about the new dance club, the crowd, the music. I notice that you really aren’t into the “bar scene” but you wanted to get out of the house to see what all the fuss was about. The music changes to a slow song. Something I feel more comfortable taking a chance with.

“Would you like to dance?” I ask.
You look up at me, hesitantly you say yes. I feel that you are as shy as I am. Standing up I take your hand in mine. The dance floor is crowded with women. I pull you to me and you willingly yield to my form. I place my hand in the small of your back and take your right hand in my left and hold it to my chest. We sway slowly to the music. I can feel the heat from your body seep through my shirt. You look up to me expectantly as if you’re waiting for something. Your left arm slides up my arm to the back of my neck. The feel of your body raises my body heat. I pull you to me to escape the jostling couples on the dance floor. Another slow song begins and we don’t part. You sigh with contentment. I ease us to the edge of the dance floor so I can see us in the mirror on the wall. You lean into me, seemingly at ease with our dance and proximity. I release your hand and you bring it to join your other one around my neck. I place my hand to the small of your back. While we dance I feel my body throb with desire for you. I wonder if you can feel it too. I feel flushed. The song ends and we go back to our place at the bar. Sitting at the bar, you search your purse for something. Pulling out your lipstick you use the mirror at the back of the bar to study your reflection. With practice ease you re-apply your lipstick, at first you watch me watching you, but you look away. I continue to watch you with awe. I never thought such a simple task could be so erotic.

We decide to find a more private place to talk. Collecting our coats, we leave the dance club. The downtown area is bustling with people. I guide you with my hand to the small of your back. We find a quiet pub a few blocks away and we’re fortunate enough to find a secluded booth. After ordering your favorite wine and my drink we lean forward to talk about each other’s daily lives. I discover that you are a kind and giving person, that you genuinely care for those people you come across in your daily work. I can tell through our conversation that you are the type of person that gives of herself without a thought of what it might do to you. You are a giver. I think it is time that someone gives to you for a change. You share your passion with me when you talk about your work. I see the passion in your eyes when you tell me your stories. You also are a very curious person. You prod me into telling you my life story, nothing to intrusive. It comes easily. I feel comfortable with you. I know you feel comfortable with me.

As the night grows longer, we lean our heads closer together, so not to shout over the crowd that has been building up inside the pub. The electricity between us that started on the dance floor is more obvious now. I reach across the table and lightly touch your fingers. You look up and hold my gaze, you smile at me. “So what do we do now?” I ask. “There is something happening here between us, that has been happening and what are we going to do about it?” My eyes drop down to your parted lips, as your breath quickens. “I’m not sure,” you say, “but, I’d think I would like to get to know you better.” You turn to collect your purse. I stand up and reach out my hand to help you up from the bench. It is cool out and I help you on with your long coat. I slip on my long leather overcoat. We walk a few blocks back to our waiting cars and I take your keys to unlock the driver’s door to your car. It is late, there are few cars in the parking lot. You car is parked not far from my own. I get my car and pull it up next to yours. I open the door for you and you turn around to face me. Looking up at me expectantly, I lift my hand to cup you cheek and kiss you for the first time. You lips tremble under my own. They part with the pressure of my kiss and you lean your body into me. I feel your breasts against my chest as I slip my other hand around your waist to pull you closer. Your hands run up my chest grabbing my shoulders for support. I deepen the kiss as you moan your approval. Licking your lips with my tongue, your tongue teases me with quick darts and retreats back into your mouth. I grasp the back of your neck, running my fingers through your hair. Bringing my other hand around the front of your body I cup your breast and caress your nipple with my thumb. You arch up with your hips and grind yourself into my crotch. The heat of our bodies radiates off of us. Our kissing becomes more passionate as we blend our mouths together. The cars make the perfect barrier from the outside world and I make sure my coat covers our bodies from view as I run my hand down your thigh and lift your skirt. We break off our kiss and you gasp at what is going on. Your breathing is ragged as is my own. “What are you doing?” you ask. “I want to touch you, to feel you.” I answer. You don’t pull back from me, but nod your approval. I put my hand under your dress and feel the smoothness of your thighs. Tracing my way to your pussy, I feel the silk of your panties. They are warm and damp. I sigh with awe. “I’ve been wet ever since we danced that first dance.” You say. Spreading you legs ever so slightly, you let me slip my hand underneath your panties. I guide my hand through you pubic hair, I touch your clit, you whimper with my touch. When I finally slip my fingers through the folds of your lips you let out a sigh of release. You are so wet and aroused from the danger of the moment. I want nothing more than to slip my fingers inside of you. I want to taste you. To be on my knees in front of you and to go down on you, with your leg over my shoulder. But we can’t. I have to be content with it just as it is. So I slip my fingers lower, until I find your hot, wet opening and thrust my two of my fingers inside. You try not to scream as I stroke you. At the same time my thumb runs a circular motion around your hard clit. Your nails bite into my shoulders. You face is flushed and you are holding back from moaning out loud. I continue to thrust my fingers inside of you as you tighten up with the erotic feelings and impromptu meeting. “You feel so good” I whisper to your ear. “I want you to come for me. I want to feel you clench down on my fingers.” Your hips move in rhythm to my finger’s movements creating a storm of sensation for you. It is all too much for you. I can feel the beginning of your orgasm as you tighten up unbelievable hard around my fingers. It feels so good. You want to scream out, but you cannot. Instead when you come you bite me on the shoulder. Juices run down my fingers from your orgasm. You shiver when you come I can feel the vibrations around my fingers. I hold you while you come down. I make sure you covered and taken care of so that no one can see us. I collect you and put you into the passenger seat and get into the driver’s seat of your car. I hold you for a while and we sit and I’m sure you are calm.

“How are you feeling?” I ask.
“Overwhelmed. I’ve never done anything remotely like that before in my life.” You say.
“Believe it or not neither have I” I reply.
“But, what about you?”
“What about me.”
“What do you get out of it?”
“My pleasure is seeing you have pleasure. I feel good making you feel good. This time it was about you and how you feel.”
“Are you aroused?”
“Very much so. I was aroused dancing with you. Making you aroused and seeing you come, makes me even more aroused. Watching you put on your lipstick aroused me.”
“What can I do for you?” you ask .
That will be the subject of the next story....

[Miss July]

All I got is WOW (in a very good way)

[Passionaria]

It's wonderful to see you sharing your writing Julien! Great story lines, and detail. I like it!

Keep writing hmmm the extra bottle just magically appeared, I guess it's going to be that kind of day *smirk* celebrating creativity, that's my story and I'm sticking to it!

[Julien]

The Drive Home
by Julien F.

After a wonderful weekend, the sexual edge has not worn off, but has subsided somewhat because of the long drive home. It is cool outside and the traffic is sparse considering the time of night and our location. We listen to your favorite classical music. Sitting close you absently stroke my leg with your nails as I drive. As the music swells to a crescendo you apply pressure to my leg and glide your hand toward my crotch, but never touching there. You tease. I shift in my seat to reposition myself because I’m getting wet with your attention. It seems that the music is moving you to another plane of thought because I can’t tell if your attention is on me, the music or both. The music takes you over and you go with the emotions of the piece, but you continue to stroke my leg, getting closer to my crotch. Your hand goes to the inside of my thigh and I arch up and spread my legs to urge you to closer to me, to bring you into the center of my being.

Taking up the cue, you shift in your seat to face me. With your right hand you start at my knee grasping me. You ask, “What do you want?” I say, “I want you to tease me, to stroke me, to make me come.” “But most of all I want to be inside of you.” You reach over with you right hand and stroke my leg as I drive. With your left hand you run your fingers through my short hair. It takes all my concentration to drive as I look for a safe place to pull over. After teasing my leg with those wicked nails of yours you reach my crotch and find that I am hard. You let out a little moan of surprise and arousal. You are pleased. Before we left the lodge I put on my erect packing dildo, just for you. My cock is ready and stiff waiting for you to release it. You rub my jeans for the thick length of it. The pressure it places over my clit is impossible to describe. I want to penetrate you and feel the friction as I press myself inside of you. The thought of being inside of you drives me wide with desire. I can barely control myself.

But right now you are in control of the situation. I grab you by the back of the head and draw you close and kiss you deeply, pulling you across my lap. My erection digs into your hip. I dip my head to kiss your neck and breasts through the deep v neck of your sweater. I run my hands under your sweater up your back pressing you to my chest. You feel so warm and pliant to my body. Pulling back you stroke my chest. I recline the seat back and you straddle my legs, looking down at me. It is dark outside and we are sitting in a remote and safe area.

Slipping off my lap you begin to unbuckle my belt to my jeans. My erection is straining with my hips pushing it forward. Slowly , painfully, you undo the button and zipper of my jeans to my underwear. The head of the erection peaks out of the waistband of my boxer briefs, you lean over and lick the head of my cock. Helping me you ease my jeans and underwear down my thighs. My hard cock juts forward, long and thick. I wait to see what you are going to do next. And what you do surprises me. With your left hand you grab the girth of the shaft and begin to stroke it causing it to grind against my clit. The motion and friction makes me moan with pleasure. Then with your right hand you carefully insert two fingers into my vagina. I am wet and very tight as you stroke my cock and my pussy in unison. You ask me, “does that feel good?” I moan, “yes”. “What do you want?” you ask. “I want you to give me a blow job and I want to be inside of you.”

Bending over you lick the head of my cock and open your mouth to accept it. You continue to stroke my pussy making me wetter and tighter. My clit is beyond hurting. I want to be inside you so bad now. I arch up to join you in your mouth, you take me in as much as you can sliding back and forth getting me wet. I can almost “feel” it going in your mouth, so warm and wet. I can feel your teeth going over my skin. I am so close in coming from the friction on my clit and your fingers in my pussy. I tell you to stop.
Hesitantly you stop what you are doing, because you want me to come, but I want to see you come for me. I want to see your face as you hit your orgasm. I want to be inside of you grinding into you. You will come for me. “Please take off your pants and straddle me.” I say. You take off you slacks. You are so wet. I see the juices adhere to you panties as you take them off. You are so aroused. I know you can’t wait. You want me as much as I want you. Have you ever made love in a car before?

You come back to me and straddle my cock. I won’t enter all at once, yet. I make you wait. Spreading your swollen lips, I place the head just at the swelled aching opening. I rub it through your juices. Back and forth getting you ready for the penetration. Slowly I allow you to inch your way down on my erection until you are filled. We sit quietly for a moment not moving so you can get a sense of the fullness of my cock. I put my hands on your hips gripping them tightly. You put your hands on my shoulders. In a circular motion I begin to move within you slowly building tension for both of us. I can feel it through my clit. As I push the cock into your pussy. Throwing your head back you groan in pleasure and you shiver in delight. You begin to move your hips encouraging me more speed so I give you what you want building to your needs. I begin to use my hips and my hands to lift your body up to join your rhythm. All the while the friction on my clit is building on its own an orgasm for my own body. I move my hand from your hip to your clit and begin to stroke you clit. This causes your body to jolt with pleasure you grab my hand in encouragement, urging me to move quickly. You are wet and your juices are running down my cock. I slide the juices up to your clit to manipulate your clit. If I could lick it I would. Your breathing is ragged and quickens as you come close to an orgasm. You work faster as you stroke yourself on my cock. It is an amazing thing to watch to see a cock slide in and out of a wet, red pussy, so beautiful and very arousing. My fingers continue to stroke your clit and you are getting tighter as you begin to come you are coming with such a force that you scream. Quickly, before you come down off your orgasm, I pull out of you and lay you down on the passage seat and lean over between your legs. Your lips are still quivering from your orgasm. You own thick juices from coming has moistened your lips. I lick your lips and you moan loudly. Licking you from bottom to your clit, which is so tender, I make you squirm. You are up so high, I lick you to keep you there and to make you come again. I tongue your clit, until it is pleasurable it hurts. But I know I can make you come again. You are so open from the cock. I can slip in four fingers, so I do. Thrusting my fingers, just for pressure, I continue to lick your clit. Until I can feel you begin to tighten up and the beginnings of you second orgasm beginning. You are panting now and your hands are grabbing at my hair. You are begging for me to make you come again. You are so close. I can feel you about to go over. Then release. You collapse with a scream. I bundle you with in my arms until the tremors subside. Stroking your hair, holding you close. Telling you everything is all right.

[smouldering]

HOT!! you are very creative with your words, thank you for sharing your talents with us

[Julien]

Dreams Do Come True
by Julien F.

After a long day of work, you come home tired and all you want to do is take a bath and climb into bed. You soak in a relaxing tub of warm water, but your weariness threatens to overtake you so you climb out and towel dry yourself off. Slipping on your purple satin robe you walk into your bedroom and crawl into your kingsize bed. Drifting off into sleep the last thing you remember is the front door opening.

Watching you sleep pleases me and draws me to you. You are so vulnerable yet at the same time your inner strength radiates from you. I decide to let you sleep for a while so I can prepare dinner for us. I turn on the stereo, something romantic, some of your favorite music. It drifts through the house. After an hour or so I notice you begin to stir. You seem to be dreaming. I sit by the bed to watch you while you dream. Your legs have kicked off the sheets and you robe is askew exposing one of your breasts. So tempting I want to bend down and take the nipple into my mouth. I notice that it is erect on its own. I guess your dream is a sexual one. I watch as you take your hand and slip it down your body to your pussy and begin to stroke your clit as you moan. I take a quick intake of breath and look at your face to see if you are awake. Your eyes are closed and you seem to be asleep. You spread your legs open for your dream lover. In your sleep you whisper my name. It is all I can do not to touch you. I’m getting wet just watching you make love to your dream lover.

Stepping away from the bed I decide to join you. I undress and slip on my harness and cock. You seem to have drifted off to a deeper sleep. Your dream lover has gone away from your dreams, but your real lover is taking hys place. Gently lying beside you so not to wake you up, I untie your robe and remove the robe from the front of your body. Exposing you to my gaze and my hands. I study every inch of your skin, every sloping curve, every nuance, every kissable inch. I tip my head down to lick your nipple, circling the nipple making it pucker before I take it into my mouth, you begin to moan and move your hips. Waking up you say, “why hello, this is a surprise. I was dreaming about you.” I reach my hand over to your other breast giving it a squeeze, rubbing my thumb over the nipple. “Oh, yeah and what were you thinking about?” I ask. “This.” you say, as you grabs my hand dragging it to your wet pussy. With a sharp intake of breath, I delve my fingers between your inner lips and dip my finger into your wetness. So slick and warm to the touch. Your lips are open ready for me. I can feel them pulsate. I pull my fingers away and bring them to my mouth to lick your juices from them. Bending over I kiss your open mouth. Our tongues touch and mingle as they caress each other. You run your hands over my shoulder down my chest to my stomach and to my cock grabbing it, pushing back on it to force it against my clit. I shudder with the tension that it brings. Kissing you with even more force, I fold your body into my own, I roll on top of you. You welcome the pressure of my body and the feel of the erect cock between our stomachs. Your hips grind against mine as you spread your legs begging for penetration. But I have another thought on my mind.

Standing up on the side of the bed, I extend my hand to you. You accept it wondering aloud what I want to do with you next. I lead you around to the footboard of the bed. But first I grab the belt of your robe. Gently I have you face the end of the bed and place your hands together on the footboard. Trust me, I would never harm you. I tie your wrists loosely in such a way that if you wanted to you could free yourself with just a pull. It is all in play. Go with it. This is playfulness to make it more exciting. If you feel in anyway threatened all you have to do is pull you hands from the footboard. I ask you to step back from the end of the bed so that you are leaning over, facing the floor. Your butt and back are exposed to me. I begin to caress your back, rubbing my hands up and down your spine. I ask you to spread your legs so that I can see your pussy from behind and see the lovely lips moist and pulsating with arousal.

You are more relaxed now that you trust that I won’t harm you in and you are beginning to go with how your body is reacting to sensations of the moment. You ache for my touch you want me to penetrate you from behind. Your juices are seeping from your lips and sliding down your legs. I kneel between your legs and lick your inner thighs and continue upwards to you inner lips. Turning around facing you with my head between your legs I lick your pussy and clit. You bend your knees to push down on my face and begin to slide in a back and forth motion to create as much pressure as you can. Your breathing quickens and you tighten your grip on the footboard. “oh, yes.” You say. “Please, I want more.” “Faster” I flick the tip of my tongue over your hard clit making it burn, but that is not enough for you. I know what you want. I put my fingers inside of you, but you’ve been pulsating and you’re tightening up. I thrust my fingers up to my hand and can touch the roughness that is your G-spot. I tap it. You jump. Stroking you I continue to suck on your clit. Your hips are moving in time with each thrust. Your legs are starting to shake and your pussy is clamping down on my fingers it is becoming more difficult to thrust, but I continue to lick your pussy. Then all of a sudden you gasp and you come all over my fingers, a gush of moisture trickles out, quickly I stand up and get behind you and position my cock to the opening of your pussy and use your moisture to lubricate the head of my cock and while your pulsating slip inside of you. Gasping at the hardness of the cock you feel the pressure that my fingers could never completely fulfill in you. I stroke you from behind and reach my hand around to caress you already pleasurably/painful clit. The cock strokes the clit from the backside as I build you up again for yet another orgasm. You push back into me. I feel the pressure in my clit as I build to my own orgasm. Seeing your arousal and your coming in this way has made wet and extremely aroused I am on edge, it wouldn’t take too much to set me off. I stroke away at you with wild abandon as our bodied glisten with sweat and our own moisture. You pull your hands free from the sash to touch yourself as I place my hands on your hips for more control. Together we work to bring ourselves to climax. I cry out your name as I come, grinding my hips into your butt and you later bring yourself to your own orgasm. Withdrawing my cock, I slip off the harness and pull you into my arms and lead you to our bed. Holding by my side I caress you until your skin until you come down off that high and you begin to doze. Yes I believe that dreams do come true

[Julien]

A Dozen Roses
By Julien F.

It is 4 o’clock in the afternoon and there is a knock at the door. “Who could that be?” I get up from my computer to check the door. I didn’t order room service and I’m not expecting anyone. I look through the peephole and see a man with a box. “Who is it?” I call out to him. “Florist” he answers. Florist, who could be sending me flowers? I open the door and accept a large box of flowers, giving the man a tip, I close the door. Opening the box, I see a dozen roses eleven white with one red rose. Picking up the card, it reads, “Thank you for a memorable evening. I’ll see you at 7 p.m. ” All of a sudden I feel a flush rise to my cheeks with the memory of the previous evening. I have never done anything like that before been so attracted to someone in such a short period of time and becoming intimate with them in the same evening. It was so hot and sexy. I had wondered if I would ever see hym again. I did tell hym that I was staying at the Pfister Hotel for the conference I was attending this week. I guess by the looks of the roses that the encounter made an impression on hym as well. Now he wants to see me at 7, which gives me 3 hours to get my act together. The flowers bring back all the memories of the past evening. My body became aroused just reliving it.
I retreat to the bedroom part of my suite and sit on the bed. My body tingles from the memory of that first kiss of hys lips pressed against my mouth. I bring my fingers to my lips. Closing my eyes I touch my lips and moan with the memory. I can feel myself getting wet and my clit clench in tension. It’s as if I can almost feel hys fingers once again penetrate me, I fall back onto the bed with a sigh. Sitting up again, I take off my clothes, wanting to relive the experience the exciting events of the night before. Turning the lights down low and turning on my iPod. I lie nude on my kingsize bed in this luxurious room as I soak in the coziness of my surroundings. Listening to the music on my stereo I begin my own seduction by caressing my skin over my breasts. The nipples are peaked with the coolness of the room, but I take my fingers into my mouth and moisten them and bring them back to my nipples and pinch them to bring them to a hardened point. I knead my breasts, gently at first then a little harder as I rub my knees together creating friction for my pussy. I can feel my wetness increasing and my achy vagina needing to be filled. With my right hand, I run it down to my stomach to the top of my pubic hair. Running my fingers through my hair, I pull at it forcing my lips clit to rise up. My legs open and my knees bend up. I bring my left hand down to my leg and stroke it. My right hand inches down to my clit as my fingers begin dip into the folds of my lips. Slipping into my wetness, my fingers part my lips to bring up my juices to my clit. I begin to circle my distended clit. The pleasure and pain that I feel intensifies as I think of hys fingers inside of me, thrusting forcefully with abandon. I am caught up with the moment as my I bring my left hand to penetrate me, just to give me a hint of what I felt the night before. I wonder what hys skin would feel like next to mine, warm and smooth. What her body would feel like on top of me. I continue to manipulate my clit as my breathing becomes more labored and beads of sweat appear between my breasts. Oh…if only I could kiss hym right now and feel hym inside of me. Feel hys fingers touching me, twisting and tapping my g-spot. I can picture hys strong hands with shorten nails, just right for entering me. He thrusts faster and faster in my mind as I finger my clit. I feel myself tightening up. My clit is aching to the point of explosion, I about to go over the top. Panting with the thoughts of last night’s orgasm in my mind my body tenses and then I come so hard with the pleasure of pure release.
******
Let’s see, I check my watch it’s 7 o’clock on the dot and there’s room 302, this is it. I lift my arm to knock at the door, the creaking of my leather jacket echoes down the hallway, making me a little more nervous than I thought I was. I hope she liked the roses I sent. I knock at the door. You open the door, just as striking as you were the night before. This time you are dressed in jeans like me and a linen blouse, crisp looking very nice. I am wearing navy blue denim shirt with a black leather jacket and dark jeans. I thought tonight would be a casual get together, whatever you wanted to do. I would show you around Milwaukee. We could walk around the downtown area. I didn’t know you had other plans.
“Hello, it is nice to see you again. Thank you for the roses. They’re beautiful.” You say. “You’re welcome. I’m glad you like them.” I reply. “The color arrangement is unusual. Why is there a single red rose with eleven white roses?” you ask. “Well, even in a sea of beauty, there is always one singular gem that is even more beautiful and unique than all the others.” I said. I step forward and raise my hand to your cheek and bend down to kiss your mouth. Willingly you lean into me, bringing you hands to my chest under my jacket. Breaking off the kiss, you run your hands to my shoulders forcing my jacket off, taking it from me. “I’ve decided to show you what I can do for you. Last night you said it was about my pleasure. Tonight it is about yours,” you tell me. You gesture with your hand to a table that has been set up with a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. We sit down and I open the bottle of wine and pour a glass for both of us. We sit and talk about Milwaukee and the supposed haunted Pfister Hotel. I ask about your stay and the conference you’re attending for your profession. Then you steer the conversation to Butch/Femme and how a Butch feels about giving pleasure to a Femme. We discuss what it means to be “Old School” Butch.
You stand up and walk behind my chair. I attempt to stand too, but you put your hands on my shoulders and say, “not tonight, it’s my turn to be in control.” I just smile, “oh you think so do you?” You run your hand through my short hair, which I love. I bend back my head into your breasts. Then you rub my shoulders, squeezing them, massaging them as you go. You go further by slipping your hand into my shirt touching my chest. I am wearing a chest binder so you cannot feel my chest as you would through a bra, but that doesn’t stop you from finding my nipple and caressing it. With your other hand you begin to unbutton my shirt, I start to help, but you push my hand away. You begin to kiss my neck and I cup the back of your head with my hand, stroking your hair. I grab you by the arm and bring you around to sit you on my lap and begin to kiss you. You take my shirt off as I unbutton your blouse and take off your bra. Your breasts feel so warm and soft under my hands. I wrap my arms around you and hold you close to me. Trying to pull you as close as I can. My hands are stroking your hips and I can’t resist, but go to the waistband of your jeans, but you push my hand away. Pulling away, you help me slip the chest binder over my head. You look at my chest and place your hands on them, bending forward you take one of the nipples into your mouth and begin to suck on it, while thumbing the other one. “Bite it” I tell you. You are hesitant, but after sucking on my nipple you begin to bite down a little, which brings me pleasure. Not too hard, just enough. You come up my body to look for the place where you bit me the night before when you came and bit down on my shoulder. Finding the spot you kiss and lick it gently. “I’m sorry about that” you say. “It’s ok, it will heal and it was such a great memory.” I said. You smile a little embarrassed. I kiss you again. We hold each other and you begin to push your pelvis into me. Standing up I follow you to your bedroom. The bed has been turned down.

Turning to me you grab me by the waist and slide your hands to my belt buckle and undo my belt. Slowly you unbutton and unzip my jeans. I slip off my boots, jeans, and underwear. I watch you as you strip for me. You do a sexy turn as you throw you clothes onto a chair near the bed. Grabbing my hand you lead me to the bed and have me sit down. Standing between my legs you breasts brush my face. Your hands are on my shoulders. I lift your breast and place a nipple in my mouth and tease it with my tongue. I hold it there and suck on it to bring it to full erection. You hold my head in place while I do this telling me to suck harder. My left hand drifts down to cup your pussy and I feel your wetness between my fingers. You feel so silky wet. I insert two fingers and you gasp with surprise. This wasn’t what you were expecting. The tables have been turned. The seducer is being seduced.
I thrust my fingers into you in a pleasurable rhythm that your hips begin to move with my hand. Your knees begin to buckle and you lean into me. I wrap my right arm around your waist. So I let you fall on me onto the bed. Lying on top of me I continue to thrust. I can feel you tighten up, but I don’t want you to come yet. I pull my fingers out. You cry out in disbelief. Centering up on the bed I roll you over onto your back and begin to kiss you again. You skin is warm to my touch and I nudge my leg between your legs your pussy is hot and wet against my thigh. You wrap your leg around my hip. I push my hips into you and you arch up meeting me. We grind into one another trying to meet on the most intimate level. I stroke your leg and run my fingers through your pubic hair. Easing off of your body I dip my fingers into your labia and sigh how wet you are. Parting your legs you push against my hand. We continue to kiss and you tongue is torturous to me. You tease me, biting my lip. I sigh with approval of your aggressiveness and bring my hand up to your hair to restrain you. You hands move freely over my body scratching my back making me shiver with pleasure.
Rolling over you straddle my waist sitting upright putting your hands on my chest. You begin to grind your wet pussy on my stomach. “What do think now?” you ask. “I want to go down on you” I say, “come here.” With that you climb up to the headboard to straddle my face. I study you for a moment. I don’t touch you, but I wrap my arms around your legs. You are aching for me to touch you. I can see your lips quiver. You ask me to lick you. You beg me to lick you. I start by kissing the inside of your thigh. I can see the moisture build up on your inner lips. I very gently flick out my tongue to taste you. You cry out. “Please, please, lick me” you plead. I flatten my tongue and with a draw your moisture from you, you moan loudly. Pushing your pussy into my mouth you follow my lead with my tongue. The rhythm between us causes you to become wetter and your clit harder and protrude. I suck on it and circle it with my tongue. You are whimpering with the pleasure pain of it. With each passing moment I can tell by your movements that you are close to coming your more compact motions and your rapid breathing. Just when I feel you are about to come I stick my tongue inside your vagina and then you explode with a scream and a throbbing orgasm. Your back arches and you throw your head back as you clutch the headboard. Moisture seeps from your vagina onto my face. Falling back from me you lie down next to me. I gather you into my arms and hold you, stroking your hair and face while you doze. Your body trembles from the after affects of the orgasm. I cover you with a sheet to keep you warm.

Rousing you, you tell me, “oh no you’re not getting away from me so easily this time.” “What did you have in mind” I reply. You begin to stroke my chest with your nails. “You know, I love it when you do that” I moan. “It really turns me on.” “Oh really, then I’ll just have to do more of it. How would you like it if I go lower?” you ask. “I don’t know we’ll just have to wait and see.” You begin you circle your nails around my nipple tweaking it to arousal, then you bend over and slide your tongue over my nipple taunting me with pleasure. I twist my upper body to give you full access to my chest. Caressing my chest you begin to stroke your hand down my ribcage to my hips and stomach. Sitting up on your knees you use your tongue to follow your hands and fingers down my body. Touching , tasting, teasing my skin making me ache for you. I spread my legs in an invitation to you. “I’ve been so aroused since I walked through the door, hell I’ve been aroused since I danced with you last night. I’ve waited to climax for you. I wanted you to make me come.” I say. You moan your arousal and approval. Your hand travels down to my pubic hair and grabs my hair and tug, I cry out. My pussy gets wet even more than it is. I feel like I’m dripping on the sheets. You look into my eyes with a glint of mischief. I don’t know what to expect from you. You get off the bed and you reach into the drawer of your nightstand and take out a wrapped item. I eye what you have in your hand. You unwrap a dildo. Long and sleek with a slight curve. Since I’m not used to being penetrated I stiffen slightly. You put a calming hand on my shoulder, “trust me. I won’t hurt you.” You kneel beside me. Stroking my stomach and running your fingers through my pubic hair. You begin to tease my clit with your finger tips, but your nails are a little long to penetrate me. Leaning over you flick your tongue over my clit, I jump when the sensation overrides me. My hips move forward begging for more contact. You lick my lips, taking them into your mouth sucking on them. Kneeling between my parted legs you make me bend my knees and continue to lick me and suck on my clit. I grab your hair guide you while you go down on me. You make me so wet. I feel myself tighten up throbbing vibrations. I want you to lick me faster and faster so I can come. My hips move in motion with your mouth to urge you on. But then you back off, much to my dismay. You take the head of the dildo and rub it along the length of my slit to gather up the moisture and it feels so foreign, but good at the same time. It intimidates me, but you calm me with your voice and tell me that everything will be all right. When you first touch my pussy with the head of the dildo, I clench up. I am so tight, for not being penetrated. But you ease it into me very slowly licking my clit at the same time. The pressure I feel and your pleasure of your licking me is driving me crazy. I begin to move my hips again to assist you in moving the dildo into me. You push it in further until it is buried deep inside of me. The fullness of it amazes me, then you begin to stroke me with it. Slowly at first so I can get used to it. My breathing is racing and I begin to break out in beads of sweat. I am getting wetter each time you stroke me. You are urging me to let go to give into the rhythm of what you are doing. I am so used to being in control it is difficult for me. You start licking my clit again. I am so tight, that I can feel every inch of the dildo as it strokes me. You are masterful at what you are doing to me. My heart is beating out of my chest and I am struggling to maintain some semblance of control. The stroking of dildo and your licking my clit is too much for me I am bucking into it with fast motions until I scream. The orgasm hits me by surprise. I am not prepared for the intensity of it. Now it is your turn to take care of me, to hold me in the aftermath of lovemaking.