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Now for a little Fantasy again...
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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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