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One for the gals - Doing the old flame dance
I still see an old flame once in awhile. I have to be honest and say, I cannot resist. He is still the only person I have met in a long time I have a genuine desire to be intimate with. A girl is not a camel and I am a sensual female for goodness sake.
Yesterday I decided I had an itch that seriously needed scratching and there is no one else I would rather scratch it, them him. I sent him a very suggestive text requesting his assistance with my itch. He was predictable (thank you), and responded promptly in a positive manner. I caught up with him that evening.
We women like to groom and prepare for intimacy. Thus, I rushed home from work, showered, shaved, moisturized, perfumed, nails, makeup, fluffed hair, until I felt deliciously sexy. Found a little black dress that was short and showed lots of cleavage. Silver high heeled shoes. We want them to want us as soon as they see us. This works girls…
I knocked on his door at the agreed meet time. He answered the door in his standard bohemian dress style. He is a professional by the way but lacks that silly stuffiness. He is so natural. He was unshaven and looked so sexy I was pretty sure I could have eaten him for dinner then and there.
He smiled as he opened the door, putting his hand out to me, drawing me into him to kiss ‘hello’.
He put out his arms, wrapping them around my body ‘oh’ so tight. One arm around my shoulders, the other around my waist, his hand firmly in the small of my back. I felt my body melt into his like a marshmallow in a cup of hot chocolate. Then he kissed me again. It felt like it had been years and I had just fallen into the arms of a safe place. Oh, what a nice place, so nice… Beyond real description.
He held me for what seemed like an eternity, a wonderful eternity. Most probably only 20 seconds in reality.
He started to kiss my ear, and then my neck, travelling across my shoulder, ever so gently. I nuzzled my face into his neck and he smelt so good, not over cologned, just nice so you can still smell the man underneath the added scent. He felt so good, warm, strong and familiar. I could feel my body heating up. My pulse racing. Still holding me so firmly. Just as well, as my legs were starting to wobble and feel weak, like I could fall any moment.
He broke the embrace ever so slightly and moved me to the lounge chair right next to the front door. Maybe he could sense that I had lost all my body strength and there was a real fear I may fall.
He continued to kiss me, moving his kisses down my neck to my cleavage. Which may I add is an ample C, which had just swelled to a substantial D at his touch. He kissed my full and soft breast. Slowly he slipped the right strap of my dress down from my shoulder, freeing my breast for his mouth to consume, taking my nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue and his touch. His breathing fastened and he frenzied to release the left side as quickly as possible. He cupped both breasts in his hand, kissed, and teased both nipples with his tongue. Very thoughtful that he didn’t want one to feel like it had been left out.
He then abruptly and firmly placed his hands under my hips and lifted me to a good place so he could move my skirt up and see my red lace panties. He had a hungry look in his eyes, which aroused me more, if possible.
He slid my skirt to my waist and started to kiss above my panties and slowly works his hand and kisses down my hips to my inner thigh. His gentle but frenzied kisses on my inner thigh sent a spasm from through my body, which raced to my nipples.
He moved his hands to the side of my panties, gently running his fingers around the edge of my panties, with just a little bit of his finger infringing on the inside. I could feel the heat and moisture of my own arousal rising with each touch. Then he gently and slowly worked one hand over the top of my panties, using his mouth to kiss through the lace and my womanhood underneath. Whilst the other hand slowly moved my panties to one side, fingers moving ever so slowly but firmly and purposeful. Gradually providing him full visual of my wanton moisture and me. I could see his arousal through his pants. Strong and hard trying to escape the fabric that constrained it. I wanted every part of him at this moment. I wanted to take him then and there. As I moved, he pre-empted, pushed me back and pushed his head between my thighs. His fingers moved ferociously into me. An explosion shot through my body from my pubic area, to my stomach, to my nipples and over my shoulders and down the other side of me. Engulfing my whole body. The most amazing feeling of euphoria waved over me. I went to a place not present for a short while. That orgasmic place that we should all visit regularly. I gradually regained some focus.
He had shown such restraint and I could see the sigh of relief in his eyes that he did not have to restrain any longer. I swiftly helped to release his hardness from his pants. God, I wanted him against my body. I wanted his manliness more then I could ever imagine wanting anything. I had my hand firmly on his hardness and draw myself up from the lounge to take him into my mouth. He would not allow me to lick with my tongue and suck with my mouth for more then a few moments. He pushed me back in the lounge and placed his hands under my hips, swiftly pulling my panties off and my hips up to meet him in one smooth motion. I guided his hardness into me with purpose of direction. I let go and allowed him total entry into my deepest parts. Within moments, his body spasmed and he released his total essence. His look was that of total unrestrained masculinity and sexuality, so strong I wanted him again. He must have read my mind as he passionately took me again and again till exhaustion took us both over and the need to stop became overwhelming as much as the desire to continue remained.
It’s at this moment I feel that orgasm is the one real drug in life that truly gives the true high and this felt like one of the finest I have ever had.
We took time out to have a cuddle, chat and glass of wine then moved to bed to continue the play. Dropping into sleep time with respect for the exhaustion our bodies. Sleeping with him is nearly as good as the sex itself. Feeling his warm body next to mine all night is a beautiful conclusion to what we had just shared.
Yesterday I decided I had an itch that seriously needed scratching and there is no one else I would rather scratch it, them him. I sent him a very suggestive text requesting his assistance with my itch. He was predictable (thank you), and responded promptly in a positive manner. I caught up with him that evening.
We women like to groom and prepare for intimacy. Thus, I rushed home from work, showered, shaved, moisturized, perfumed, nails, makeup, fluffed hair, until I felt deliciously sexy. Found a little black dress that was short and showed lots of cleavage. Silver high heeled shoes. We want them to want us as soon as they see us. This works girls…
I knocked on his door at the agreed meet time. He answered the door in his standard bohemian dress style. He is a professional by the way but lacks that silly stuffiness. He is so natural. He was unshaven and looked so sexy I was pretty sure I could have eaten him for dinner then and there.
He smiled as he opened the door, putting his hand out to me, drawing me into him to kiss ‘hello’.
He put out his arms, wrapping them around my body ‘oh’ so tight. One arm around my shoulders, the other around my waist, his hand firmly in the small of my back. I felt my body melt into his like a marshmallow in a cup of hot chocolate. Then he kissed me again. It felt like it had been years and I had just fallen into the arms of a safe place. Oh, what a nice place, so nice… Beyond real description.
He held me for what seemed like an eternity, a wonderful eternity. Most probably only 20 seconds in reality.
He started to kiss my ear, and then my neck, travelling across my shoulder, ever so gently. I nuzzled my face into his neck and he smelt so good, not over cologned, just nice so you can still smell the man underneath the added scent. He felt so good, warm, strong and familiar. I could feel my body heating up. My pulse racing. Still holding me so firmly. Just as well, as my legs were starting to wobble and feel weak, like I could fall any moment.
He broke the embrace ever so slightly and moved me to the lounge chair right next to the front door. Maybe he could sense that I had lost all my body strength and there was a real fear I may fall.
He continued to kiss me, moving his kisses down my neck to my cleavage. Which may I add is an ample C, which had just swelled to a substantial D at his touch. He kissed my full and soft breast. Slowly he slipped the right strap of my dress down from my shoulder, freeing my breast for his mouth to consume, taking my nipple into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue and his touch. His breathing fastened and he frenzied to release the left side as quickly as possible. He cupped both breasts in his hand, kissed, and teased both nipples with his tongue. Very thoughtful that he didn’t want one to feel like it had been left out.
He then abruptly and firmly placed his hands under my hips and lifted me to a good place so he could move my skirt up and see my red lace panties. He had a hungry look in his eyes, which aroused me more, if possible.
He slid my skirt to my waist and started to kiss above my panties and slowly works his hand and kisses down my hips to my inner thigh. His gentle but frenzied kisses on my inner thigh sent a spasm from through my body, which raced to my nipples.
He moved his hands to the side of my panties, gently running his fingers around the edge of my panties, with just a little bit of his finger infringing on the inside. I could feel the heat and moisture of my own arousal rising with each touch. Then he gently and slowly worked one hand over the top of my panties, using his mouth to kiss through the lace and my womanhood underneath. Whilst the other hand slowly moved my panties to one side, fingers moving ever so slowly but firmly and purposeful. Gradually providing him full visual of my wanton moisture and me. I could see his arousal through his pants. Strong and hard trying to escape the fabric that constrained it. I wanted every part of him at this moment. I wanted to take him then and there. As I moved, he pre-empted, pushed me back and pushed his head between my thighs. His fingers moved ferociously into me. An explosion shot through my body from my pubic area, to my stomach, to my nipples and over my shoulders and down the other side of me. Engulfing my whole body. The most amazing feeling of euphoria waved over me. I went to a place not present for a short while. That orgasmic place that we should all visit regularly. I gradually regained some focus.
He had shown such restraint and I could see the sigh of relief in his eyes that he did not have to restrain any longer. I swiftly helped to release his hardness from his pants. God, I wanted him against my body. I wanted his manliness more then I could ever imagine wanting anything. I had my hand firmly on his hardness and draw myself up from the lounge to take him into my mouth. He would not allow me to lick with my tongue and suck with my mouth for more then a few moments. He pushed me back in the lounge and placed his hands under my hips, swiftly pulling my panties off and my hips up to meet him in one smooth motion. I guided his hardness into me with purpose of direction. I let go and allowed him total entry into my deepest parts. Within moments, his body spasmed and he released his total essence. His look was that of total unrestrained masculinity and sexuality, so strong I wanted him again. He must have read my mind as he passionately took me again and again till exhaustion took us both over and the need to stop became overwhelming as much as the desire to continue remained.
It’s at this moment I feel that orgasm is the one real drug in life that truly gives the true high and this felt like one of the finest I have ever had.
We took time out to have a cuddle, chat and glass of wine then moved to bed to continue the play. Dropping into sleep time with respect for the exhaustion our bodies. Sleeping with him is nearly as good as the sex itself. Feeling his warm body next to mine all night is a beautiful conclusion to what we had just shared.
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