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Now for a little Fantasy again..... The full moon
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Now for a little Fantasy again.....
The full moon yawns. IT's light, luminecent in the misty
night. I travel it's path upon the breath of the wind. I enter your
roo in a whisper. I pause beside your bed. The covers like waves
crest apon your sprawling form, receding from the shores of your skin,
exposing your naked chest and right thigh . Should I disturb your
peaceful sleep, or depart? Ah but the sight of you fill me with
desire that takes control of me. I must touch your soft skin and
caress your smooth lips. I kneel on the bed beside you. With one
swift move I swirl my black cape about us, shrouding us in darkness,
as in a dream.
So sweetly you stir from the movement of the cloth. Your blue
eyes sparkle with recognition. Slowly you move to untie the string of
my cape. You pull, and it cascades to the floor. Your hands about my
shoulders, your lips upon mine, and my body fills with warmth.
Your fingers trace the edge of my garment from the shoulder over
each breast to the waist where you undo the one button. Then with
your hands beneith the cloth you move your hands up, over each breast,
pausing but a second at the nipples, then to the shoulders and down my
arms. The garment falls to join the cape. Your lips upon my neck
send a quiver through my body, but I gently push you back.
You look quizically at me. I smile. Then I undo the black
bandana about my hair letting it fall to my shoulders. With it still
in hand I untie the four leather throngs about my waist.
As I blindfold your eyes. I kiss your lips long and lovingly.
Then I caress your neck, your shoulder, and down your left arm to your
wrist. Gently I bind your wrist to the bed post kissing the palm, then
tracing each finger with my tongue, warming them with my mouth. I
find your waiting lips again and repeat my ritual down the right arm.
I feel your body respond as I run my fingers through the field
of hair on your chest and circle your nipples. Then I move my hands
slowly over the warm soft skin of your sides to the ridge of your
pelvic bone. There I trace the curve with my warm tongue to your
inner thigh nibbling on the fleshy inner skin of your left leg. I
continue down the leg with my hands to your ankle. Gently I tie the
ankle to the footpost of the bed, then caress the arch of your foot,
kissing it deeply. You jerk slightly from ticklishness, and I treat
each toe with the same loving care I did your fingers. Again I find
your waiting lips, then your right pelvic curve, then down to where I
tie the right ankle. When done I sit back on my knees between the
spreed legs with my hands on your thighs. I smile.......
From within the pocket of my garment I retreive a small bottle
of scented, sweetened oil. Applying some to my hands I start at your
knees and gently rub upward, across the abdomen, up to the middle of
your chest, where the field of hair is thickest. Then swirling my
hands down across your stomach, down your abdomen again, and around
the junction of your leg and pelivis, down through your legs. I
circle each soft pouch and with a feathery touch lightly trace lines
between them. You moan.
I then let my tongue follow the paths my hands just roamed,
nibbling along your sides, following an imaginary line around your
thighs to under those soft and now sweetly scented pouches. Each one
feeling a light flick of the tongue as I pass under and around.
My tongue works circles around the final destination, getting
closer with each turn till finally it meets and swirls around as if
following the lines on a peppermint stick. Ahhh so sweet you taste, I
take your candy in my mouth. I can feel your delight as I enjoy the
sweetness, and my hand lightly draws lines and circles through your
hair and around your pouches. As your enjoyment peeks....I stop. You
plea for more.."Don't stop now, you utter.." Ahh but torture is sweet.
I smile, and then get off the bed and attend to your straining hands.
Teasing each finger with the same intensity, hightening your
anticipation..........
I continue to nibble your fingers, then draw the skin of your
palm as deep into my mouth as I can. I let my tongue travel your life
vein up your arm, pausing to inhale your natural oder and nibble your
skin. Again the tongue follows it's path across the shoulders, up the
neck, around the ear, down the jaw line, on to your lips that greet
mine with a fire, and you whisper for me to finish. Then across the
colar bone, down through the field of hair on your chest, circling
each of your nipples, pausing to taste them along the way. I feel
your body grow in anticipation as I draw closer to your waiting
manhood, throbing as I near. But I passed, and your hands strain under
the restaints trying to finish what I have not.
I pass of and nibbled your knees, then worked upward rubbing my
nose below your soft pouches, you moan. Then I paused kissing and
nibbling the skin that is junction of your leg and abdomin. I take
that fleshy part deap into my mouth. Then, as I can stand the wanting
any longer, I quickly, without you suspecting, move to the object of
my desire. I swirl my tongue around, moving quickly up and down,
while one hand grasps the fleshy skin below the curve of your rear.
The other hand caresses the base and the skin between you soft sacks.
You moan and move in rythum to my strokes. Your hands strain, and your
fists clench as I feel that last throb and warm fluids fill my mouth.
I continue, just for a moment, and your hands relax.
Then gently I get up from the bed and one by one remove the
binds. As I undo your blind fold, your arms ensnare, holding me
close. Your lips inhale mine with a fire and passion I have never
known. I untie the blindfold. When you have released me I sit back
on my knees, your eyes focus on mine. A smile plays across your lips.
I smile back, and with a glint in my eyes, I hand you the trongs and
blind fold.
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