As I followed you slowly up the stairs, your hand resting gently in mine, I marvelled again at your figure. The curves and hollows of your shoulders and back, now filmed in sweat, the luscious firmness of your arse, those beautiful cheeks as enticing as ever. Your legs, not as long as you might have liked, but so shapely, so powerfully controlling when required. Your skin was that of someone half your age, cream satin, burnished now with the remains of your passionate blush. Your glowing dark brown hair, all life and subtle tints, was sticking at its tips to your neck and shoulders. Your arsehole, a little jelly around it, winked as your hips rocked, and there, on your inner thigh, just a glimpse of a thicker fluid, whose source I well knew.
We turned the corner at the top of the stairs and you led me into the bedroom, and I paused. There was nothing unusual about the bed itself… crisp, cool cotton sheets, soft plumped pillows. But there were the scarves… All plum silk: 2 long ones attached at the bottom corners, one in the middle at the top, and two more hanging loose over the rails at the head of the bed. On the bedside tables were a selection of items, a feather, a vibrator, a couple of dildos, some straps, a paddle, a riding crop, a mouth gag.
‘After we’ve recovered our breath, I’m going to tie you up,’ you smiled sweetly, ‘make you helpless and tease you, tease you until you are desperate to come… but I will make you wait, wait so, so, long.’ ‘Fuck, yes!’ I managed, you had done this before and it had been mind-blowing. You kissed me softly, tenderly, a sweet, sweet angel, but a dark one nonetheless. Your lips and tongue were so soft, so yielding. You pulled me gently down with you, to lie by your side. Your hand rested on my jaw, your fingers moved to stroke my beard as you gazed into my eyes. Your lips advanced again, opened a touch, and delicately kissed my eyelids, then softly grasped my lower lip before leaving me full of tender emotion. ‘Fucking you is my life,’ you told me, ‘I’m only whole when we pleasure each other. I love to feel you in me. I love to come for you. You turn me on so much…’
I interrupt you with my finger gently placed on your lips. ‘You are my dark muse,’ I replied, ‘you drive me to ecstasy when I’m with you and tears of frustration when we are apart. You turn me on with your smile, your voice, your words. Every time I see you I want to fuck you, I want to feel your legs around my waist, over my shoulders, your arse being pounded by my hips. I want your warm wet mouth and hands to own my cock. Now we’re lovers I can’t imagine how I existed without you.’ Another kiss acts as if to seal our compact… and we lay, gazing at each other contentedly silent, our hands gently following the lines of each other’s torso.
At length you prop yourself up on one elbow, gently push me over onto my back and bring a leg over to rest on mine. Your head hovers above mine, your hair cascading down like a parted veil, your lips descend with more urgency, and my tongue is sweetly tested and pursued. Your hand slides slowly down my lower chest and belly until you fingertips rest on, and then gently stroke, my cock… which stirs and stiffens. I hear the sound of pleasure deep in your throat, and your hand continues its teasing as you move to nuzzle my neck. You reach above me and take one of the loose scarves, your hands grasp my wrists and you gently lift up my arms above my head as your mouth moves to kiss, and lick and suck at my armpit. My arms are flat along the bed, above my head, wrists side by side. Your throw your leg over my waist to straddle me, shuffling up a little to present your wonderful pendulous breasts to my eager mouth. I suck easily at your firm extended nipples as you loop the scarf around each wrist and bind them together. ‘Mmmmmm’ I hear again as you pause before sitting back.
Your leg returns to the other side of my body as you kneel and start to kiss one of my nipples. A hand is running up my inner thigh as you lick my tiny hard bud… and then your mouth is descending, over my chest, your tongue spiralling and curling through my hairs, down my chest, onto my belly, and beyond. Your hand is firmly holding my balls by now, and you kiss the tip of my now fully erect member. ‘Baby, you could wake the dead,’ I enthuse.
You roll off and walk round to the bottom of the bed. ‘OK babe, Spread ‘em.’ My mind flicked back to my earlier tease; revenge was indeed being served cold, and it no doubt tasted excellent to you. Once again, I was surprised by just how adept you were at securing the knots and I wondered if there were darker areas in your past than you had so far revealed. My legs were widely spread and securely bound. You gazed in appreciation at your handiwork before coming up the side of the bed again to loop the top scarf around the one binding my wrists. ‘Shuffle that adorable butt up this way Babe… as far as you can.’ In tying this next knot you managed to get some stretch into my arms that meant I needed a little writhing to settle and get comfortable. (Well, as comfortable as possible).
You climbed onto the bed, on hands and knees. ‘Now my little prisoner, what shall we do with you?’ I felt your mouth shower intermittent kisses on my belly, one hand gently hefted my balls whilst the other flicked at my nipples with your finger-tips. It seemed to last an age. Your mouth moved down onto my pelvis, the hand previously tormenting my nipples was now, oh-so-lightly stroking the hairs on my belly. Your hair brushed against my straining cock, causing me to jerk as you kissed around it, not touching. Slowly and deliberately you turned to my thighs, licking and stroking. One (just one!) sucking kiss on my balls and back to my thighs, I was starting to groan and toss by now. ‘I love your thighs’ you said, your lower timbre vibrating sexily. ‘Your skin is so soft, but your muscles so strong and well defined,’ as you ran your hands along them. Another ball sucked briefly in, tongued and released.
You knelt upright, turned away, got off the bed and then waved the feather in front of my face. ‘Now you’ll find out just what this can do.’ You walked round to the bottom of the bed, leaned forwards and began to exquisitely torture my legs, the feather running slowly and softly up my calves. You climbed on the bed to continue the painful pleasure up my thighs. ‘Shit, Fuck!’ I was shouting. You found the way I was squirming amazingly hot, your juices were dripping down onto the sheet. Oh God, no! The feather traced the line between my balls and up the underside of my cock. It throbbed and jerked, pre-come oozing from the tip. You extended a finger and very gently smeared the fluid over my crown, looked at me to check I was watching, and sucked the finger delicately clean, smiling. I’d almost swear I heard you purr.
Your mouth descended to my swollen testicles, lifted by the plate of your hand. You feasted on my sweetbreads. Fuck, you were good, I was licked, kissed, sucked, moulded, I was yours to do with as you pleased. ‘Oh!’ you exclaimed, ‘ my pussy seems all wet. Will daddy clean his little girl’s pussy?’ you clambered up the bed straddled my arms and thrust your juicy cunt into my willing mouth, almost before I had finished my incoherent assent. You were soaking, your lips were swollen, your clit huge. You felt my tongue eagerly lapping and my mouth sucking up your sweet juices, your lubricant and your come. You started to grind your hips into me, fucking my mouth with your cunt. You felt that familiar fire again and you rammed into my mouth as the molten sensation pulsed through your pussy. ‘Uh, yeah, that’s it baby. Again.’ You eased off the pressure so that my tongue could drink yet more, and flick up to your electrified clit. You knew how much I got turned on by you coming… although it was certainly pleasure for you, it was also a stimulating tease for me. My tongue was starting to feel sore and tired by the time you grabbed my head and forced my mouth hard against your pussy for your next soaring orgasm. Your hips gyrated and your head threw back in a soundless scream, mouth wide.
A little rest, then ‘Oh Babe, are you still thirsty?’ as you lifted that divine arse, positioned your pussy in front of my eyes and opened your lips. Fingertips on the edge, holding you open, I could see your muscles contract and dilate, forcing liquid to run between your muscled walls. Your middle finger slipped inside about 2-3 inches. The fingertips of your other hand held your lips wide for me. You were moving your finger only just a little, the noises you were making were driving me mad, and mine were music to your ears. Suddenly, your hips dropped, your cunt was above my mouth, and a stream of fluid jetted out over my mouth, nose and beard, soaking me in aromatic sex juice. Your groan could have woken folks a town away by the sound of it. You moved rapidly and bent to lick juices from my beard and face, before kissing me open-mouthed and slow, parting with a duelling of tongues. My mind was in turmoil, I almost felt like I had come myself. As I came to my senses it was to find you teasing my nipples with that damned feather.
Even now, I find it almost impossible to describe that unique blend of pain and ecstasy, of irritant and stimulus, I have never found anything similar enough for analogy. Before long, more pre-come was oozing from my slit, and this time it was mopped up by the lightest, teasing and damnable contact from your tongue. You savoured both the taste and my anguish as you licked your lips and smiled down on me… And then you reached for the riding crop. You teased me first, running the ridged spiral whipping that covered its full length slowly and lightly between your juicy cunt lips. You turned sideways on, poked out your pert bottom and lightly tapped your cheeks. ‘Wouldn’t you love to do that?’ you asked. ‘Oh Yes!’ was my expected reply. ‘Maybe later’ you answered, ‘but now…’ and you reached forward and very lightly tapped the crop against my stiff cock, then again, and again a little harder. ‘Ah, we don’t want you sore’ you commiserated as you bent forward to administer a few moist licks, before repeating the blows. At each impact my cock was jerking from far more than just the force of the contact and you knew it. ‘Mmmm. Very satisfactory,’ you mused and started to straddle my hips. Your clit came down resting on the underside of my cock. OMG! Not again!
Oh yes! You leaned forwards, weight on the outside of your hands as your thumbs pushed the crop across and into my mouth like a bridle, as you rode up and down the length of my cock, rubbing your clit along it. ‘Oh yeah babe. That’s it!’ you encouraged me. ‘Make me come Baby!’ Your rhythm stayed slow and steady, despite the fire-spiders crawling through your belly. The twitches of your eager pussy. You gazed hard into my eyes. ‘You’re gagging for it aren’t you? You filthy, dirty, bastard. Don’t you dare come until I say so! Until I’ve had my fill of you.’ You looked positively dangerous, almost scary mad. You rode the length of my cock with your clit, your mouth slightly apart, eyes half-closed. Then you convulsed, your hips rammed my cock into my pelvis and the riding crop sailed across the room as you buried your face in my neck, saying ‘God, I love fucking you, I want to fuck you and never stop.’
By this stage I was starting to get a little desperate. ‘So fuck me then,’ I tried. ‘Not yet lover,’ you replied, ‘I am nowhere near done with you.’ This time you held a vibrator and the narrow paddle.
You approached me from the side, sucking on the vibrator. You just placed the paddle on the bed for the moment as you lasciviously sucked and licked… the characteristic Mmmms and slurping sounds I so adored were turning me on as much as the look on your face and the glances into my eyes. You switched it on and started to play it over your nipples which responded by standing up still more proudly. Then you leaned over, spat on my straining cock, and applied the vibrator to the area covered by the trickling fluid. Down you went. Along the underside, round the sides, along the length. I wasn’t used to this and it was so intense, with you luxuriating in the control, me bound, and all the sex leading up to this. Your mouth hovered over the tip of my cock, dewed again, and you dribbled more saliva onto my hot crown. You brought up the vibrator and I almost hit the roof. Seeing my reaction it was just a touch and away, pause… and then again. ‘Ffuuuuuuuucckkk!’ almost a shout this time. You kept this up, stimulate and rest, stimulate and rest… and I was begging you to let me come.
You stopped. ‘Look at me,’ you commanded. I obeyed as you spread saliva over the tip of the now quiescent vibrator using your lips and tongue. You raised yourself up so I could see more clearly and lowered it down to your swollen lips. In it went, just a couple of inches with you watching your pussy stretch and mould itself around the pseudo-phallus. I knew you love to watch penetration and your pussy envelope flowing around piston-like motions and that is what you started, slow and even. I could see your colour change even before you switched it on. You moaned very softly, but soon withdrew the vibrator before bringing it close to my face. ‘Mmmm, wet enough I think’, you teased. It was covered in saliva, pussy juices and come. You turned below again… and suddenly the vibration is between my balls, angled down between them and round to press up against the very centre back of my ball-sack. Your tongue began to lick the helpless objects mercilessly, you sucked them hard into your mouth tonguing me furiously. My swearing was almost constant, my hips were rocking as far as I could manage.
Suddenly it stopped, what an exquisite relief… Thwack! ‘Aargh! Shit,’ and again, Thwack!, more cries of pain from me. But mingled in the pain of each (thankfully light) blow was an amazing erotic charge. Now you mingled it with the vibrator on my prick, and soon I was hollering that I was going to come. ‘You’d better not!’ you warned, ’I want your come inside me.’ You left pauses between each touch of the vibrator, and then the occasional surprise lick of your tongue. I was beginning to beg. ‘Ah, poor little fucker… struggling to hold on are you?’ Your tone held a nasty edge, ‘maybe those balls of yours need more of a lesson…’ 3 sharp blows to my tender testicles brought a volley of profanity… and then you were licking softly and gently over my sack. The tips of your finger and thumb lightly gripped my cock and slowly moved up and down. ‘Close your eyes’ you said tenderly.
I felt you get off the bed and move away. I heard what sounded like clinking, and then you returning. Now your hand gripped my prick firmly, and then there were cold lips on my crown and the burning ice of your mouth descended over my engorged cock to my agonised moan. You fucked me with your freezing mouth. ‘God… yes… Oh Ruth… shit!’ You stopped, spat, ‘open your eyes now babe. I want you to watch me whilst I take your come.’ Suddenly, you were astride me, your hand guiding my still cold, erect cock into your pussy. Your powerful muscles felt strangely distant. Then your pelvis ground against mine as the chilled stalk filled your cunt. You fell forward, hands on my shoulders now, face hovering over me. ‘You’re mine babe, body and soul, you can’t escape me’ you told me. Your hips rode me as your pussy warmed my cock. ‘Fuck me! I want your come, it’s mine.’ And you were right of course, at that moment I felt as if all my spunk from that moment on was your possession, that my cock and I were there only for you to do with as you willed. As your insides liquefied and your nipples seemed ready to erupt it was like a tantric ritual binding me to you. ‘I’m gonna come’ I moaned. ‘Yes baby, I want it, all of it. Your spunk filling me.’ I jerked, thrashed, grimaced and pulsed, and pulsed, and spurted… as you milked me. I hadn’t noticed you come, though you told me later that you had, and it was great. You were moving in slow lazy circles as I finally managed ‘Fuck… that was amazing. I’m yours, totally… forever. I want to fuck you forever.’ ‘Mmmm’ you murmured. ‘You’re mine… and I’m yours lover.’
You rested for a while on me, breathing me in, feeling our mutual heat and sweat. Your breasts were squashed against my hairy chest, you could feel my cock gradually shrinking within you, and all our juices mingling in your cunt. Knowing how hot being pinned down makes you, you decided a little revenge was in order… Your legs locked themselves over and around mine, your hands slid along my arms to hold my wrists, still tied together, and you started to kiss my neck and throat again, to lick me with open laps and hard-tongued flicks, to kiss and bite my neck, shoulders and lips. ‘Mine,’ you breathed before you kissed me again, and you squirmed your breasts against me. Your hips ground against mine as my flaccid cock rested by your entrance… but your continued attentions started it moving and growing again. You loved that, the way a man can’t help but recognise your sexuality.
You kissed my throat then raised your head above mine, gazing wickedly at me. ‘You said your wife’s away for another 2 weeks didn’t you?’ I nodded. ‘Hmmm,’ you smiled wickedly, ‘in which case…’ Your mouth fastened on the side of my neck and bit and sucked… you were marking me for the duration of her absence. You knew it was something I loved and you had not been able to take the risk until now. You felt a warmth building inside and knew it was something you loved too. Your nipples were now erect as they rubbed against me and the abrasion was doing wonderful things to both of us. But you wanted more… So a shift brought those wonderful rose and cream tits up to my mouth. ‘These puppies need your attention’ as you thrust one teat into my mouth. I responded with hard sucks and flicks of my tongue as you kneaded the outside of those wonderful boobs.
‘Harder!’ you commanded… leading me to gently bite your nipple to open my mouth to press my teeth to your wider flesh, before returning to bite and tongue your nipple again. Your hips were grinding your sodden pussy into my torso as you fed me your other breast. ‘Mmmm’ you luxuriated. My mental image pictured you with eyes closed, at that moment, and I would not have been wrong.
‘Enough’, you suddenly interrupted my attentions and sat up. ‘My turn’, you said as you reached for the vibrator. You kissed my neck again, looking for my member to stir and swell more, before moving to lick and suck at my armpits. Finally, you descended hungrily on my nipples, one stirred by your tongue and teeth, the other by a circling and flicking finger. Then you switched on the vibrator and played over and around my tiny stiffened nipple, your finger and thumb now gripping the other. The sensation was so like pain, but with that sexual charge, not quite like physical discipline… but similar in a way. As far as I could, I was squirming. ‘Stop that!’ you demanded, as you continued tormenting me, pausing only ever so briefly to lick both my nipples, before changing over the vibrator and finger and thumb.
Then you stopped, sat back and started playing with your own boobs, relishing their weight, their silken skin, the touch of your fingertips as you traced over them, the response as you flicked your nipples, rocketing straight down to your clit again. ‘Mmmm… your cock liked that,’ you say as you look back at my now erect member. You lift your left boob up towards your mouth and stretch your tongue out to lick it. My eyes are riveted on the way you are giving yourself pleasure, and my prick is indeed fully at attention now. ‘Does he want to play?’ you ask.
You move to one side and look down at my straining cock, and there is a little dewy pre-come there at my slit. ‘Oh, he does,’ you say as your mouth approaches, and with just the softest touch, your tongue cleans the juice from me. The lightest of open-mouthed kisses on my glans follows, before you start to crawl down the bed, and over between my legs. You lower your breasts to my cock, and, without pressing them together, just ease them up and down my length. My cock travelling easily within your cleavage, gravity holding your tits together just enough to exert a light and delicious pressure on my cock. You play with me, pausing to squeeze your breasts to encircle my cock. Holding my prick at the base to beat it against your nipples. Pausing every now and again to hold my pulsing member in your warm, wet mouth, and suck me to distraction. Then, my emotions in a complete whirl, you started to kiss my belly and pelvis, administering another love-bite as you go.
‘Time for you to lick pussy babe’ you announce… and you position yourself astride my shoulders facing my groin, and lower your pussy onto my mouth, moving your pussy actively over my face this time. My tongue, mouth and nose are creating delicious reactions in your belly, it feels hollow, flipped over, and the fiery electric tingle is developing nicely. You position yourself advantageously for my tongue and lips, and then lean forward. You do not want me to come yet so your attentions are much more restrained and sporadic than usual. A brief period of licks, then just the feel of your breath, a few strokes and then just the warmth of your hand at rest, the briefest feel of your lips encircling me, travelling down my cock, the lightest of sucks. Meanwhile, I am licking and sucking for all I am worth and you feel the warmth building, the tingles growing. But you don’t want to come like this.
So you stop and get off the bed, remounting at the base to crawl lasciviously up between my legs, licking my balls briefly, likewise my cock. Then you shuffle up, you kneel astride me, your pussy hovering above my stiff cock… and you start to wank, two fingers on your clit, one up inside you, frigging gently. You groan as a jet of fluid erupts from your pussy, over your fingers and fountains over my cock and pubes. My eyes are almost starting out of my head as you ejaculate again and again, soaking me, leaving your fingers covered. ‘Fuck! You horny bitch!’ I yell, as my cock twitches furiously. At last you stop, apparently exhausted, smiling.
But I was wrong, it is only a moment or two before you clamber off the bed and head for the table. ‘Now, I’m going to untie you and make you come,’ you announce and you turn, and approach. You are holding the jelly, the dildo, and some straps.
…and I realise, that isn’t a dildo, it’s a strap-on! Oh fuck!
‘Watch me Baby’, you instruct… as if I could look away, as you begin to fasten the strap-on around your hips, taking care to make sure I am fully attentive. Then you stand there gently stroking the fake phallus and playing with your nipple. Uncharacteristically, you are gently biting your lower lip… it looks like this will be special for you as well as a first for me. I’m excited, worried and nervous all at once… and very, very horny!
You are running your fingertips over the knots and ridges and thinking of all the different cocks and dildos you have enjoyed, how they felt in your cunt and your arse, and therefore how they might feel to me. You could feel still more moisture in your pussy. It seemed to call to you to hold the shaft more firmly and push it against yourself, feeling the pressure, the rocking sensation it could give. I saw you gasp a little as you played with your cock… this was definitely giving you pleasure.
‘Mmmm’ you murmured as you stopped to approach the bed, ‘you are going to need some serious lubing.’ You paused to untie my ankles, your cock waving a bit from side to side as you moved. The movement was even more pronounced as you clambered on the bed between my legs and picked up the lube. ‘Bring your feet up towards your arse, and lift your bum up for me.’ I did as instructed, my legs relieved to move again. You edged forwards some more, squeezed lube on your fingers, and suddenly leaned forward to reward the tip of my rock-hard erection with a soft lick. Then I felt the cold of the lube on your fingertip pressed against my anus, and you started to rub and smear and push up and slightly in. Your lips kissed my cock now as a finger worked its way deliciously into me.
You knew I was used to this when you massaged my prostate for even more salty come, but you were so looking forward to stretching me with another finger. Ready for penetration with your much more substantial cock. You paused to get more lube, spotting it at the centre of my hole and then thrusting and pushing it in, periodically teasing my cock with your lips and tongue. The cold sensation of stretching and forced entry, and the hot wet attentions to my cock were like arrows into my pleasure centres. My erection felt like it might burst asunder let alone come. Your fanny was so wet again, your stomach felt hollow, and there were tingles everywhere you might desire.
‘Time to let you go,’ you said, and kissed me ardently and open-mouthed as you moved upwards to untie my wrists. You rapidly rolled off the bed in case I made a grab for you, though in truth I think you had me in too much of a sexual stupor to attempt it. ‘Now babe, come over here and kiss me whilst you lube my cock!’
‘You are fucking perverted, and filthy… and I absolutely adore you!’ I confess, and you smile sweetly, but with that glint in your eyes that can turn my knees to jelly. ‘Uh huh… now do as you’re told’ and you pass me the lube, let me squeeze some onto my fingers and then advance so you can place your hands gently on the side of my neck, your thumbs stroking my neck and earlobes so softly. I start to smear lube over your length before wrapping my hand around your prick to stroke up and down and cover it well. You are kissing me softly and tenderly planting kisses on my short beard too, and you are very much enjoying the sensations produced by my stroking your cock, the pressing and release against you. Those fire-spiders are starting to move, you wonder about asking me to massage your breasts and nipples, but your need to penetrate me is stronger. ‘This is going to hurt at first… but you will love it’ you tell me. Before leaving me bereft of your lips and hands.
‘Bend over and put your hands on the bed babe.’ I obey, how can I not? You pause for a moment or too, admiring the line of my back, my rounded arse… and you cannot resist running your hands over them, through and over the hairs of my back, following the muscles, the rises and the hollows. Now your cock is pressing gently against my arsehole. ‘Whores should know to spread their legs,’ you admonish me, and I am surprised that I had not done so. My mind starts racing… ‘whore’… what have I let myself in for here? You push my feet a little wider still requiring me to bend my knees a little. This of course brings me to a better height for you as well as granting easier access and an ability to brace against your thrusts. ‘Relax babe’ you tell me ‘it’ll be easier that way’… and I feel you push your cock against my resistant anus and just the tip enters a tiny way and opens it as you pull my arse-cheeks apart a little with your hands.
Now you reach round and grasp my cock with your hand, the other in the middle of my back. You push your hips into me and my hole is stretching around your cock. You gaze down upon it and almost come yourself. The sight of those muscles, being forcibly stretched, then relaxing and opening more with another moment of pressure. You are far enough in to commence a gentle rocking, in and out and up and down, and to me it feels far too much, it is like my arse is being split. I am letting out little pained gasps, but I know this is nothing compared to what you regularly crave yourself.
Your hand starts to frig me as you gently rock in and out, penetrating a little further each time, then pausing to swirl your cock to different angles, into different areas of my arse. I hear a load groan from you as you climax again. I can feel the jerk from your cock as your body spasms. Your fingers constrict my cock almost painfully and I can feel your hand clawing at my back. You are back to business after only a brief while though… and now it is a long slow press, forcing the phallus deep within me, splitting my arse, stretching me into dilation. Each knot and ridge a separate exquisite agony as it passes and controls my muscles. It feels like you have crammed the universe into my arse, like my entire body is filled with you, ‘is’ you in a sense, the part of me that remains separate now feels just like a covering for the me = you , the ‘us’ that you have generated, dominated by your will.
I can feel you against that familiar point by my pelvis now, as you rock against this. You lay down against me, your breasts squashed against my back, your hand stroking up and down along my cock. Your other hand is up under my chest, clinging on now it feels like. You are rocking against my prostate with greater force, and your hand is giving me no respite. ’I’m gonna come,’I yell. ‘You’re fucking my arse and making me come,’ and, true to my word, you start to really fuck me, and it hurts like hell, but my kinky side obviously loves it, because, although you reduce your hand-motion to just an occasional flick, it is not long before a huge fountain of creamy come shoots out into the air, and I jerk as each extra portion comes to decorate the tip of my cock and fall off. Rapidly you swivel back and underneath me between my legs and suck and lick on my cock, gently milking me with your hand, the other squeezing and stroking my balls.
I’m groaning in exhaustion… from the sexual high rather than physical workout. You guide me to lie down on the bed and lie beside me, head propped up on an elbow, your other arm draped casually across my chest. ‘Thanks babe,’ you said, ‘always wanted to do that. How was it for you?’ ‘Bloody amazing!’ I reply, ‘ I assume the arse adapts with practice.’ ‘You offering?’ you shoot back, smiling. ‘Let’s see,’ and I kiss you softly and tenderly and stroke your jaw. You catch my hand with yours and kiss it. ‘I think we had better have a shower’ you suggest.
We do, and we soap each other and have slow face-to-face sex as the water streams down us… and we lie on the bed to rest and sleep, you spooned around me for once. Your arms are round my body, I can feel your breath against me, your hips and legs touching mine… it feels like my dark angel has wrapped me in her ebon wings and is taking me to show Morpheus our love.