Submitted by my Pagan Pal
Shyest_of_Angels
Thanx Babe!
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| PRIMAL LUST Submitted by my Pagan Pal Shyest_of_Angels Thanx Babe! |
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| I awake body flaming with the need of his cooling touch. For the awakening he gave me I owe him, the same joy. The discovery of a new realm. I slide into a pair of jeans that cool my flesh and leave the house, making my way down to the shore. Guided by the moonlight and the knowledge that there is a silver touch waiting for me. As I approach the yew tree where we first met I see him laying on the ground asleep, moonlight and shadows playing upon his hair and skin. I kneel beside him quietly, he does not stir from his slumber. I stretch over him allowing only my hair and breath touch him. The Scouts eyes flicker open and slight gasp escapes his lips, I greet his mouth with my own in a lingering kiss. The Scout's hands graze my hips in an effort to pull me closer to him. I sever our kiss, take his hand and lead him to the hammock, as he lays in the hammock, I notice the scarves and blind folds from our prior encounter, a slow slight smile spreads across my lips. I blind fold my scout as he toys with the button on my jeans, ohh how I long to feel his touch. Taking both of his hands I stretch them over his head and tie them to the hammock, my fingers slowly trace their way back down his arms to his bare chest, i allow them to slide further down past his navel and over the loin cloth, then hesitantly down his legs spreading them slightly and then tying each of them to the hammock. Quietly I walk away from the hammock, shedding my clothes as I go, as I near the shore he calls out to me, but I do not answer. I slowly enter the water as quietly as possible, this tease, it is cruel but it will be well worth it in the end. The cool water send shivers up my spine, he quit calling to me though I long for his voice I remain silent. I begin to sink into the water holding my hair atop my head. After a few minutes of relaxing I rise out of the water making my way back to shore as quietly as possible. I walk back to the yew tree in a silent manner, waking my scout again by letting the water droplets on my skin drip onto his body. His body quakes at the cool surprise and strains against his bonds in the direction of where I am standing. A soft giggle escapes my lips and hurt expression crosses his face. It is time to make my amends. I snap a small branch from the tree, Scout visibly tenses at the sound and again strains against his bonds trying to piece together what will be happening to him. I kiss him my hair spilling over his face, my stiff nipples gently resting atop his chest, as he begins to relax I shake the branch enjoying the feeling of his body tensing again. I cannot help smiling through the kiss. I ensnare the fingers of my left hand in his hair, tug on it just a bit then release it, and rake the branch over Scout's torso, slight red lines raise across his skin. I toss the branch to the ground and climb into the hammock, sliding my cool moist torso across the enflamed skin, sucking and nibbling his nipples, my hands running up and down his thighs, my body resting atop him and between his legs. His member growing rigid against my stomach, I softly grind against his body causing him to become more aroused and moan quietly. I straddle Scout's stomach toying with his nipples in one hand and untying the loin cloth with the other. As I slither over his groin letting the course hair intermingle, I am surprised to hear my own moaning drowning out his, I slide down further between his legs, massaging his thighs, lowering my mouth to his manhood, teasing the tip, kissing and nibbling the length. My own sex throbbing and yearning for release, I straddle him, allowing him to penetrate past my lips into my moist warmth, with a cry and a moan he thrusts deeply into me and we begin a neck breaking rhythm, fighting the speed and the climax we slow down to tricking pace working our way back to the climax. Our bodies tense just before the release, as his seed spills into my depths my body falls forward onto him still spasming. When the orgasm subsides he whispers to be untied, I untie his arms then lay against him, his wrists raw from battling the bonds. I feel his arms cradle me as I fall asleep. | ||||||||||||||||
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