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It is early morning and I have awakened to the cheerful song of a nearby Meadowlark.
I lie and feel the warm breeze caress my naked flesh and remember our lovemaking from the night before. Turning on my side, I watch you breathe in a slow rhythmic tempo, your sun bronzed chest rising, falling, rising again.
My eyes follow the contour of your sleeping body and I smile as I spot your tousled hair and remember my hands running through it with such abandon, just a few hours before.
My gaze takes in the creases on your face where the pillow lay rumpled against your cheek, as you pressed against it, in your sleep. I follow the contours once more and my eyes meet a pleasant surprise along the way. The sheet has risen slightly in the area where your thighs meet.
Your shaft stands semi-erect, pushing at the white linen, begging for attention. I hear tiny, barely audible moans from your lips, as your cock bobs and quivers against the material. I gently slide down and peel the covers back, exposing you, so I can watch as a creamy droplet, dribbles from
your tip.
My mouth becomes a hungry vessel, seeking fulfillment of the richest kind. I rest my cheek upon your thigh, anticipating the feast on which I shall soon dine. You quiver with excitement as I seek your heat with my warm lips and I reach my hand out gently to cradle the soft globes at the cleft of your thighs.
Your legs spread slightly allowing my gentle manipulations, welcoming them, as my lips enclose your firm, smooth, slippery tip. The taste of you makes me hungry for more and I dip the tip of my tongue into the tip of your throbbing shaft.
"Mmmmmmmmm, you taste so good. So creamy." I moan at the sheer pleasure of feeling you in my mouth, tasting you, smelling your sexual, musky odour. I can't seem to get enough.
My passion for you increases as I suck your shaft deep into my warmth, craddling it on my soft, wet tongue. Your head falls back as a long, low moan travels up from your chest and fills the air. My body shivers at the sound of it. I've unleashed the animal in you.
Your large hands come down gently on the back of my head, and fondle my silky locks of auburn hair. Your hips begin to undulate, sending your shaft along my tongue, going deeper with each motion, until all of you disappears. I pulse my lips around you, and hum softly to the sexual rhythmn inside my head.
Your moaning increases and I begin to gently massage your balls and slide my finger up and down the crease of your derierre. My hands begin a firm massage of your cheeks as you pump against the back of my throat, moaning louder now, and with great urgency. I know you are close to exploding.
I feel your throbbing member dance against my palate and
intensify my manipulations until I hear you call my name out loud and feel your warm, sweet honey flood my mouth and fill my senses.
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Written by Laura Dee
May 21st, 1999.
Copyright (c) in Canada
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