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A Hard Day's Work
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Hard Day's Work
I was just thinking that with you working so hard, that
you would probably need a treat when you did finally get back
to the boards so I decided to leave you something to think
about:
First, I would once again undress you slowly, licking and
kissing every exposed part of your wonderful little body as
it became visible. Then I would lift you up and take you to
the large, raised bath tub, old victorian style on intricately
designed legs. I would then place you gently into the scented
bath, just a little warmer than completely comfortable so your
body could adjust as the water cooled. I would slowly, gently
soap you with scented soaps, moving the cloth with deliberate,
circular strokes. Then, I would move to and pay particular
attention to your pubic area, washing with deliberately more
pressure as the strokes began to collapse into a small
concentrated area right at your labia. As your passion rose,
the strokes would become faster until you climax in a fury of
passion.
That's One!
I would then remove you from the bath, and carry you to
the bedroom, huddled in an extra large warmed towel, huddled
next to me and lean against my chest. I would lay you gently
on the edge of the bed and begin to dry your body with soft
strokes designed merely to remove the excess water and excite
the area upon which it rested. After you were dry, I would
bring out the tray of warmed, scented oils, cinammon and of
course, my favorite cherry *grin*. I would begin to apply the
cinammon oil in very, very thin layers to stimulate blood flow
and skin sensitivity.
As you warmed to the occasion, I would begin the serious
Cherry oil massage. Covering every inch of your supple body
with a slow firm stroke, relaxing the muscles, at the same
time causing an exciting tingle in various, sensitive areas.
As i began to sense your passion rise, the oil would be placed
aside, and I would began a detailed oral assault on you
sensitive nipples and breasts. Licking my way down from your
neck to them would take all of 5 minutes as I flicked and
nipped each inch of flesh in between them and your lovely
chin. Your body would begin to flush with anticipation as
I reach the areola area near the nipples. I would be very
slow about taking the nipples into my mouth and licking them
in slow circular motions designed to excite and stimulate.
When they were rock hard, I would intensify the attack and
bring them to diamond hardness if possible. Your writhing
body would be so sensitive at this point that keeping still
would be nearly impossible! Then I would begin to move lower
taking the slow route again, moving in a crisscross cross
pattern across your stomach, ribs, and navel, playing in the
latter with quick little darts. The approach to the pubic
area would follow the trail of where there was once hair. As
I reached the mons, I would began to find it hard to control
myself and start to speed up a little, after all, you have had
one already. I would lick with more pressure and quickness
and if wetness had not formed by now, then this assault would
force its presence. As the wet flow came out and down your
legs, I would follow its exact path with my tongue down near
and into the crack of your ass, licking the little brown area
with passion and abandon. I would then raise your hips and
attack the unprotected labia and clitoris in a fast paced and
well planned attack, not resting until you had tumbled
headlong into orgasm at least twice more.
Thats two and three!
Then and only then would I rise up and take off the robe
I was wearing and lay down between your lovely legs to place
my manhood into your tunnel of pleasure. I would began a slow
steady stroke until you met me at that place halfway between
total pleasure. Then the stroke would increase in speed and
power, until finally we both orgasmed in whatever way we felt
was best, feeling each other and stroking our hands up and
down each others bodies, feeling the passion drain from me
into you. We would lay there together for a few moments,
kissing and looking deep into each others eyes, and I would
say,"....................your turn!"
Hannibal Smith
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