Sexth Hour
'It is Friday yet?' Chillaxing in the lounge room with friends talking about what ladies talk about... a chic flick movie in the background. I wanted to stay up longer but I had to get up early for a meeting the next day plus I was yearning for a refreshing shower. My girlfriends wouldn't let me leave though without knowing first if I "spit or swallow". The last thing I said before finishing my third glass of vodka was...
'Ideally, like a fine wine; savour the flavour, gargle if must then swallow. Lick off any residue. Why put something precious to waste? Of course if the taste (coz of poor fermentation process plus grape quality) doesn't agree to the buds or if it burns your tonsil or it pops outside your mouth and you don't like the texture or smell... well, you have a reason to spit by all means. It's easier to swallow if it's done spontaneously, when he's already inside. Some girls don't even know what to do with it while sometimes it's nice to play with its warmth first leaving it on your face/body then licking em off. So, it all depends... positioning, timing, taste or mood. Not all women or situations are the same.
After the teasing and cheers, I dragged myself through the hallway with a wicked smile on my face... an image of a cat on a mission. I grabbed the door knob eager to get into my bedroom but more to support my fall.
.... then .....
I entered the room drying my hair fresh from a long wanted bath wishing it would cool me down. The scent of the air suddenly changed, a tingling feeling warmed me all of the sudden and now I have my eyes focused on you while I secretly lock the door behind me.
You are quietly sitting on your desk just next to your bed. I approach you silently like a tiger on a hunt. This sensation grows every minute finally smelling your skin like a flower from behind. You decided to closed your eyes absorbing this excitement building slowly inside you as if you're just waiting for me to pounce; my eyes getting sharper with desire. I feel you quiver upon touching the right side of your face with my right hand while I run my left hand and fingernails ever so lightly down your chest. You're not sure what I am going to do with you anymore. My hands now moving slowly from your shoulders to your muscles cleverly clasping both your hands. With the towel that's covering my body, I wrapped your strong arms to help you maintain stability. I got my prey! Yet, you seem to have not resisted at all.
I like my food alive so I decided to see if you would respond. I'm swaying my naked body to the rhythm of the music, I only hear, while you watch through the mirror smiling approvingly. You swung the chair to see me properly and I'm dancing even more. With one look you summoned me to approach you and I kiss you teasingly, stop then drive my tongue passionately... tagging your belt ever so tightly wanting your growing heat to collide with mine. I could feel you getting so carried away as your legs shivers nervously rubbing the skin between my legs. I cuff my right hand to grab your hair to tilt your head back to the side... I whisper these naughty things I would like to do to you... alternatively licking your ears and sucking your lobes... you moan in delight. Our hearts are now feeling the rhythm... the heat, the sweat, the awareness... my body craves for yours. Your breathing's getting heavier, so I drew myself away. You are now intoxicated with the same desire I have as you watch me walk away while swinging my tushy from side to side. I stopped in the middle of the room. Gradually, I bend over looking back at you with eyes burning then I....
...darn alarm clock!
'Ideally, like a fine wine; savour the flavour, gargle if must then swallow. Lick off any residue. Why put something precious to waste? Of course if the taste (coz of poor fermentation process plus grape quality) doesn't agree to the buds or if it burns your tonsil or it pops outside your mouth and you don't like the texture or smell... well, you have a reason to spit by all means. It's easier to swallow if it's done spontaneously, when he's already inside. Some girls don't even know what to do with it while sometimes it's nice to play with its warmth first leaving it on your face/body then licking em off. So, it all depends... positioning, timing, taste or mood. Not all women or situations are the same.
After the teasing and cheers, I dragged myself through the hallway with a wicked smile on my face... an image of a cat on a mission. I grabbed the door knob eager to get into my bedroom but more to support my fall.
.... then .....
I entered the room drying my hair fresh from a long wanted bath wishing it would cool me down. The scent of the air suddenly changed, a tingling feeling warmed me all of the sudden and now I have my eyes focused on you while I secretly lock the door behind me.
You are quietly sitting on your desk just next to your bed. I approach you silently like a tiger on a hunt. This sensation grows every minute finally smelling your skin like a flower from behind. You decided to closed your eyes absorbing this excitement building slowly inside you as if you're just waiting for me to pounce; my eyes getting sharper with desire. I feel you quiver upon touching the right side of your face with my right hand while I run my left hand and fingernails ever so lightly down your chest. You're not sure what I am going to do with you anymore. My hands now moving slowly from your shoulders to your muscles cleverly clasping both your hands. With the towel that's covering my body, I wrapped your strong arms to help you maintain stability. I got my prey! Yet, you seem to have not resisted at all.
I like my food alive so I decided to see if you would respond. I'm swaying my naked body to the rhythm of the music, I only hear, while you watch through the mirror smiling approvingly. You swung the chair to see me properly and I'm dancing even more. With one look you summoned me to approach you and I kiss you teasingly, stop then drive my tongue passionately... tagging your belt ever so tightly wanting your growing heat to collide with mine. I could feel you getting so carried away as your legs shivers nervously rubbing the skin between my legs. I cuff my right hand to grab your hair to tilt your head back to the side... I whisper these naughty things I would like to do to you... alternatively licking your ears and sucking your lobes... you moan in delight. Our hearts are now feeling the rhythm... the heat, the sweat, the awareness... my body craves for yours. Your breathing's getting heavier, so I drew myself away. You are now intoxicated with the same desire I have as you watch me walk away while swinging my tushy from side to side. I stopped in the middle of the room. Gradually, I bend over looking back at you with eyes burning then I....
...darn alarm clock!
SUMMER TREAT
"Are you coming?" After a demanding week, I apologized for being too exhausted to par-tee. Of course, after an excuse like that, one would expect to be reminded by friends to live life a little. It had been a long day and I thought lying on my hammock would be the best way to end a hot Friday afternoon.
The mild breeze, sexy R&B music, my comfy halter top and knickers content me. I closed my eyes trying to ignore and heal from this unhealthy "we're kinda but we're really not" relationship hoping this decision of resignation is a blessing for everybody. I concluded it's hard not knowing what he really wants and obviously he has no idea how much more he could have had. Serenity now! I laugh at myself just to break this ominous thought.
Portishead's Glorybox plays in the background... I love the irony of the song's strong but sexy...
"So don't you stop, being a man
Just take a little look from our side when you can
Sow a little tenderness
No matter if you cry
Give me a reason to love you
Give me a reason to be, a woman
Its all I wanna be is all woman"
A creeping sensation from my lips slowly moving to my chest, stomach, thighs and then the tips of my toes- the sunset gleaming through the gap of my slightly bended knee. The nice touch of its warmth combined with the subtle breeze is creating this emptiness in me; I lick my lips to feel this unexplainable desire. Placing my left hand on my tummy, I can sense the urge, the want.
Off the hammock heading straight to you. There you are looking cool and tempting as always. Grabbing you like a hungry beast quickly taking your top off until you're completely exposed... I'm ready to indulge my senses. Locking the door behind me, I sat on the floor with my legs folded under my ass. I know I promised not to even be near you yet I seem to find myself at your mercy - I'm guilty of feeling sooo naughty. I hold on to yours confidently poking my tongue to melt that stiffness then passionately enveloping you with my mouth. Hmmmmm... I could see that each succeeding bite of you promises elevating fun and provokes further temptation. I could feel the goose bumps, every kiss sends chill that warms my soul. I know it would be a sticky situation but here I am looking up... my eyes roll savouring the immense satisfaction with a smile on my face. Soon enough I know you're about to fill me.
In an instance the creamy goodness now explodes in my mouth ' your taste and richness driving me wild! My lips locking my finger refusing for it to leave; I'm enjoying cleaning and licking off the drips on my face- loving every moment of it!
Ahhhh...... ice cream.... what can be better than this?