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Click hereThe room is lit in a cool moon blue, the type you only see in movies. In reality, it's usually a streetlight, but that can be memorable as well. The air outside is cool lending a spray of frost to the window. It's winter, and the sun has been down for a while. I lay in bed, I had been watching television, but you know how boring that can get. I have the heat up nice and high. I'm really indulgent. I like to wear shorts in winter. I have made one concession though; I'm wearing my thermal socks. I smoke a cigarette, watching the smoke curl and waiver around the room. I play the dial on my stereo with the remote, pausing only briefly on each station. Landing on the university station I stop, stringed instruments swell and hold, a creating beautiful peace. I sit thinking of nothing, I wonder. I'm waiting.
I hear the door in the hall open, I hear you kick the snow off of your low cut boots. I hear them thump as you kick them away. They land in slowly melting snow. I listen as you pad to the bathroom, and then knock on the door to my room. I say come in and you do. You could have just entered, but I respect the habit ingrained in you from your parents. I watch you as you shut the door, red jacket, brown long and straight. Bright brown eyes, I rise to say hello. As you unzip your jacket I slide my arms around your waist, Holding you close and kissing your neck, I smell the cold in your hair, and the linger of perfume. I run my hand up and down your back as I help you remove your coat. "Why don't you take a quick bath? To warm you up?" You smile and say you will. I give you two thick towels and suggest you get undressed while I go run some water. I fill the tub, hot but not too hot and walk back to my room. You are wrapped in a towel, sitting at my desk, smoking one of my cigarettes. Hair wrapped in a bun, long legged, one curled underneath. You look up as I enter the room. I stand beside you and rub your back, suggesting you hurry before the water gets cold. I rub your neck and slowly run my hands over your breast in the towel, massaging gently. You hand me the cigarette and gently grasp my arm as I help you to your feet. You let your hand brush me as you walk by, making me smile.
I sit once again on the edge of the bed, feeling a rush of anticipatory arousal. I play with the stereo some more, programming some discs for a distraction. Dead Can Dance, Garbage, The Sugarcubes, make the cut. I listen to Leonard Cohen as I pull out the satin wrap I had found. It was black and thin, sheer, with no specific purpose. I hear splashing as you exit the tub. You enter the room still damp, wrapped in towels. Leaving a towel wrapped around your waist, I take the other towel and dry your back and shoulders, rubbing your arms I gently nudge you towards my dresser with the mirror.
With your back to me, I nudge your feet apart, ever so slightly. I place my hands upon your wrists and gently force the palms of your hands flat on the dresser top. Using the same towel I reach around to your stomach. Rubbing slowly but firmly I dry this precious area, moving my way up to your dangling, dark nipped breasts. I rest my chin on your shoulder as I palm them with the towel. Draping the towel across your shoulders, I let your hair down. And you shake your head, some falling around your face. A slight moan of pleasure escapes your lips.
I remove the towel from around your waist and kneel, drying your feet and ankles. You’re delicious thighs at my lips. I let my lips rest against the backs of your legs as I dry your calves. Kissing my way up the back of your thighs, I dry them firmly with both hands. Kissing the little crease where your leg becomes heaven. I slowly stand and begin to firmly rub the towel between you legs. You drop to your elbows on the dresser top and part your legs further. I slide my hands up and down, parting you. Thoroughly rubbing your pinkness your left leg shakes a little and you are gasping. The Sugarcubes 'Birthday' plays on the stereo.I drop the towel, pulling the other one from your shoulders. I put my left arm around your waist, grasping your hip. I place my hand on your back and kiss the lovely Y where your ass begins. Tones from your throat emanate, low and throaty. You stand and turn, putting your arms around my neck. I pull you close, kissing, my hands rubbing, feeling your back, your cheeks. I bite your neck and my hand finds your breast. I gently pull on the nipple, you're breathing fast. I press my hardness against your neatly trimmed pubis. I pull away, taking the satin from the dresser. You reach for me, but I push your hands away.
Taking the satin I wrap and tie it around your waist, kissing your shoulder. I feel your nipples pressed to my chest. Taking your wrist I guide you to the bed. I kiss your ear and ask you to kneel for me. I kneel on the bed beside you, placing your head on a pillow. I rub your neck, and ask that you tuck your knees underneath. I get off the bed, undressing. You watch, lips slightly parted, eyes bright. You reach for me again, but I push your arm back.I kneel beside your face, presenting my gift. I only allow you the head, and you are not allowed to touch. I slide my hand into your hair as you lick and pull. I watch your eyes as I place my other hand on your back, sensations coursing through my spine. I love the moaning you make as you try to swallow more. I put my hand on your chin, and slowly pull away.
You pant slightly as I crawl toward your feet. I kneel beside you, placing my cock on your ass. I begin to rub your ass, the satin smooth beneath my skin. I reach between your legs and press softly, massaging your anus and clit. I feel you press back against my hand moaning, begging, please. I untie the satin leaving it lying around your feet. I lightly swat your left cheek, and you MMMMMmmm. You're rocking back and forth, I begin slowly, my palm stinging with each slap. I spank your cheeks over and over. I spread your ass with my hands and tongue your anus. You yell now as I gently spank between your cheeks, using only three fingers. I watch your ass shake with each tap. I stop and tongue your center, nibbling on your clit, my left hand massaging your right cheek. Your juices on my chin, I must have you. I roll you over, I kiss your belly, it quivers and you beg. "Please..."