Sundrahill - Untitled

I stood up as she went down on her knees and looked up at me. “Hands”, I simply said and opened my hands for her to put hers in. I then guided her to open the closure of my shorts and then push them down. As I stepped out of them I said “Panties”, which I knew was already soaked with my juices. After I had stepped out of them I said to her,”Never let my things touch the floor again. You will fold the shorts and place them on the bed and then may lay the panties neatly beside the shorts.” With that I moved over her and taking the back off her head in my hand I guided her face to my mound.

Two...

Ever so slowly kissing her body, tasting her flesh and wanting her to become one with me.

No thoughts.

Only Jeane-Pierre Gibrat illustration of women.

I want to feel a soft kiss on my lips. Her eyes looking into mine and her fingers moving the straps of my bra off my shoulders. Her hands reaching behind me and undoing the snap, her breasts pressed into mine. I want to feel her tongue with my tongue, her breath against my breath. Her fingers moving back to the straps to pull them down my arms. Her long nails raking the soft flesh before lifting the bra from between us. Her thigh move between mine and press me against the wall as she whispers into my ear, "I want to taste every bit of you! NOW!".

Rambling

I don't doubt that others like myself have the same thoughts. I remember from a young age being taught that my body was very important and I should keep it pure until I got married someday. At first I was in total agreement but after years of denial and pressure from boys and others, I wanted to experience for myself what I was led to believe was bad. My first b/f kiss, another boy wanting to feel me up, my own desire to see what I was missing out on. Feelings and desires were gradually amplified until the day I was taken by the most trusted, then trained to give my desires to please. I found the pain would become pleasure so intense that my body desired. I found pleasure was opening myself as an object of lust that brought me fulfillment. I was trained to accept the driving force deep inside me so when the time came I was ready to return the lust in a way that caused my desires to be completely fulfilled.