Undeniable

November 19, 2001

I do not know why, but I must.
I must touch you, taste you, lick you, breath on your neck closer, closer. My hand slowly reaches to you. Gently I caress you. Your hair, your cheek, your neck, your breast. Here I feel your soft breast, let me lick them, kiss them, nibble. I suck hard on your nipples, this gives you pleasure? Yes, I hear by your moaning that it does. My tongue, trails down, down to the flower you have hidden. My tongue licks the petals of your slowly awakening bloom. I lick all and give heat. Fit my tongue on your clit, rub softly at first, then intensifing. With my lips, I suck on your petals, drawing the dew from within your bloom. Your cries do not stop me, plead to stop and I will not! I must have my fill, and you will definitely climb. The flower that I plucked will explode and all the petals will dance, a rhythmic, pulsating, dance. Tightening and opening, gripping and slowly relaxing.

So now you must have penetration.

You trail your naked body, breast barely touching his body, teasing, electrifying. Lick him, suck him, take it all in. Harder, deeper, play with your lips, your tongue, on his cock, make that cream flow in to your mouth, down your throat, taste the numbing, wet, thick juice.
He will enter into the blossoming flower, devour it, thrust hard and deep.

Enter both the end and the beginning, give her pleasure.

Her ass should be tight, soaked and ready to be entered. Have her climax as many times before you.

The end will intensify and explode, hard, fast, deep.

But do cum in her.

This is how I enjoy sex.