You belong to me. I feel your heart. I feel your ache.

As you rip the buttons from my shirt. Your mouth, your lips, your need devouring my neck, my lips.

As your power and need reveals my breasts, your mouth has found my nipples. I feel your tongue as it tastes them. They harden for you.
You mouth begins to suck them in. Your teeth begin to sink in to them and pull them.

Your hands release my lower extremities from the confines of their jeans and panties. They move with a swift and yearning need over my loins. I feel your fingers as they probe between my legs. My clit feels the pressure of the pinch, the pull, the rub.

You raise your hips as you undo and push your jeans out of the way. Then there is the inner pressure. Your hardness as it enters my domain. The moist, throbbing inner walls of me.

My head spins with the rush of desire. I feel my heart pounding with my pussy. Your cock beats at me over and over and I welcome it.

It has been far too long. I have wanted to feel again. Wanted you to fill me up. Make me feel the rush between my legs that matches the rush of my heart and soul.

Tossing the pillow to the floor, she stretched out across the bed.  Sleep eluded her.  The air was too hot.  The air was too cool.  The room was too quiet.  The noises outside were too loud.  Mostly, the bed was too empty. 

 

She could hear his voice in her ear, telling her how much he loved her.  That meant nothing when she had empty arms.  It meant nothing when her body ached for his touch…a touch that she got way too seldom.

 

She closed her eyes and replayed the last time he was there…the way he had consumed her.  The way he had undressed her so slowly, kissing her and whispering in her ear how hungry he was for her.  How he had covered her entire body with a warm, fruity massage oil then took long, enjoyable, agonizing hours licking it off.  She begged for relief but he only ran his tongue and lips over more of her.  It wasn’t until hours later that he finally penetrated her…deliberately…deeply…making her gasp and cum over and over.

 

Where was he now?  Had he gotten too familiar with her? 

 

The phone played his tune and she answered it quickly…her voice still soft and husky from the memory of his love making.  He whispered “I love you” through the phone.  “Now unlock the door and let me in.”

(interesting that this writer used my 'name')

The crunch of the drying leaves under her boot signaled to Desiree that her favorite time of year had arrived. The man she only dreamed of having was now walking beside her and it was for the first time, VERY real. Dreams are one thing but to actually share the same feeling with that 'special' someone, live and right there, is another thing entirely. His silence as they walked along the forest path confused and excited her. The day had started with the usual "what do you want to do". She saw the spark of naughty in his eyes but wasn't sure she read it correctly. An hour later, she felt the need to stop for a rest along what could only be described as a picture perfect spot complete with a small stream. The sound of the fast moving water over the rocks caused her to want to stay a little longer than he would have liked. No matter, stop they did and and as he took the blanket out of his backpack, she stretched and opened her water. After spreading out the blanket, he sat her down and began unlacing her boots. "How long do you plan on being here?" she said with a slight laugh. He didn't answer as he continued with his task. "Are you taking them off for a reason or are you just trying to be nice?" Again, he gave no response. After both boots were laid aside, he lit a cigarette and walked to the edge of the stream. "You are acting very strange" she said. "What do you have in mind and why are you over there?" He looked over his shoulder at her. Her black hair and sparkling brown eyes glistened in the sunlight filtered by the trees. Yet he said not a word and took another drag off of his smoke as he walked back to her. He said that she'd walked a long time and wanted her to feel relaxed. As he said this, his fingers groped for the top of her socks. She resisted slightly but with a firm grasp, they were removed and also set aside. With her feet free of their encasement's, he saw for the first time how truly beautiful they were. He had wondered and fantasized for so long and now........they were his. With one finger, he touched the tip of her smallest toe which produced a small giggle. He ignored it and instead, continued to explore what had eluded him for years. Touching but only barely, his finger ran the outside of her foot until he came to her heel. "Are you going to come up here and pay attention to the rest of me or what?" He removed his hand from her foot and raised the single finger and put it to his lips to signal her to be quiet. Then he let it slide into his mouth. Desiree bit her lip as he returned to his foot play. Gliding over her soft arch and with glassy eyes, the outside world slipped away. He only knew the there and now. At that moment, her soft, lovely foot was all he saw. He raised his eyes to meet hers as he lowered his head to take her biggest toe into his mouth. She bit her lip harder and she felt his tongue swirling around the captured digit. Desiree slipped a hand into her jeans and began to manipulate herself as two sensations dizzied her at once. He went down the line of her toes until he was once again in contact with the smallest one. Only this time, his tongue had replaced the finger and was sliding in between every toe as he gently stroked the other foot. As she approached climax, a climax she would never thought could happen, he pulled his cock out and placed her soft feet aside the shaft. She knew instinctively what to do and slowly but expertly, pumped his manhood until his groans alerted her to his impending climax. Using one foot on his cock and bringing the other to his lips, they exploded together and he fell to the blanket. He reached for her and as they embraced............he looked into her eyes deeply. "Thank you. It has been way to long".

(I have not posted here for a long time.  Someone has sent me a most amazing 'snatch' of a story that I had to share.)

 

She closed her eyes and in doing so, the cravings began. Sensory deprivation caused all feeling to become extraordinarily acute. One touch and she became alive. Every nerve was on alert for contact. Was that his breath on her shoulder? Her imagination? Possibly. Her own heartbeat pounded until she feared her eardrums would burst from her head. Something warm and slick trailed along her thigh and dipped under as the back of her knee became the target of his attention. Always sensitive but now, the feeling was beyond erotic. She gasped as the sensation stopped and was picked up just below her navel. Not daring to go any lower yet, he concentrated on her torso and let his fingers find her hard nipples. Rolling them between his fingers and stretching them farther than comfort allowed, he slowly drove her to the point of climactic instability. If her hands were free of their bindings, she would stroke his hair and attempt to guide him to find her moist slit. She could not. She had many ideas running rampant through her head as to what she would do when he released her. If he released her. In mid thought, she was startled by skin on skin contact of his cock upon her chest. She guessed he was checking her wrist restraints. Moans were all that she could muster when trying to speak his name. Unfair yes, but too exciting to stop. All of her life she had dreamed of being with someone who could and would fulfill her fantasies. Now, her wish had been granted. The smell of male musk surrounded her head as she strained to touch. To be touched. Anything. She felt one leg being raised while the other remained tied to the bed frame. One warm and slightly shaking hand encircled her ankle and moved the leg outward until it pointed to the corner of the bed. There it was re-tied making it once again, immobile. What she could only imagine to be his tongue touched her shin and moved toward her womanhood. Unable to remain still, she raised her hips upward until they could go no further in an effort to offer herself to his hot mouth. Electric energy shot through her as his lips made first contact with her most private of places. His tongue parted her slowly and gently as he alternated between soft licking and finger manipulation.

Karen walked into the backyard and saw Jay in the moonlight.  He was sitting on the old wooden tree swing wearing only his shorts.  The smoke from his cigar curled upward into the night. 

 

The coolness of the mist kissed grass was a welcome relief to Karen’s bare feet.  Jay watched her as she slowly came towards him.  By the time she had reached him, the cigar was done and he tossed it to the side. 

 

She stopped in front of him and he watched as she removed her night shirt.  He was unable to move.  The moonlight across her breasts made them almost seem unreal.  He began to stand and she pulled his shorts down and pushed him gently back onto the seat.  Kneeling before him she leaned forward and lightly moved her tongue over the head of his cock.  He watched as she leaned into him and pressed her breasts on either side of his cock, encasing it.  Pushing against the ground with his feet the swing began to move.  As the swing came closer to Karen, the head of Jay’s cock would slide out from between her breasts and she would suck on it.  He would make sure to hold the  swing forward as long as he could before pushing it back so that she could suck on the head a little longer.  This continued for quite a while---until Karen wanted something more.

 

She rose and removed her panties then grasped the ropes on the swing and raised herself enough to place her legs between Jay and the ropes.  She lowered herself as slowly as she could while Jay positioned his cock to slide inside her.  Karen raised and lowered herself a few times using her arms.  Then she wrapped her legs around Jay, he grasped her cheeks and helped her continue the up and down movements.  He leaned his head forward so that he could catch her nipples between his teeth.  Karen’s moans floated out into the quiet shadows.

 

She finally unwrapped her legs and Jay helped her lower her feet back onto the grass.  Turning her back to him, she spread her legs, bent over and placed her hands on the ground.  Jay used the movement of the swing to slide in and out of her ass.  His hands held her hips.   She could tell by the sounds coming from Jay that he was about to cum…and she could feel him becoming larger and harder.  He was hitting all the right internal spots and it was difficult not to scream.  As Jay released, Karen came also…a welcome relief.  He held himself deep within her until he began to breathe more steadily.

 

Karen toppled on her back into the wet grass.  Jay slide off the swing and crawled over to her on all fours.  She gasped as he slide his arms under her legs and raised her hips while his mouth came down between her thighs.  His tongue was so insistent and eager.  She ran her fingers over her nipples, feeling their hardness, pulling on them, and the loud moans escaped her lips.  She moved her hips up closer to his tongue.  He pressed harder and his fingers parted her lips even more.  His tongue began to probe her and lick her more feverishly and her breathing became shallow and quick.  Her head began to spin.  The louder her moans became the more he pressed until there was the big gasp of air, the pulsing of the muscles of her vagina, a shudder, and a last moan of pleasure.