Wine & Wishes

The girl of my fantasy´s bedroom was immaculate as I entered. Just the two of us, and the bed, where an open wine bottle sat beside two jewel-encrusted goblets.

She must be the thinnest with round tits of the whole collection of girls. The way she stared at me, made me felt like a slave, only a toy to her. She climbed into the and sat against the pillows, with one knee up, her left hand on it. She reached over and filled the two goblets and then extended one to me. All she wanted was to me drink from it as she would. ¨You may drink that wine as I do¨, she said, as if she´d read my thoughts. And quite astonished, I drank, and I drank too fast and had to stop. It was well-aged burgundy and without equal in my memory.

I looked her straight in the eye and slowly lowered the cup.

¨You are to do now everything I want¨ she said, and took another drink of the wine without taking her eyes off me. Then her illusions began to meet the reality. She tied my hands and then made me clasp them behind my neck, and without my cloth off she made me stood in front of her, torturing me while she was taking hers off. Her game began, and she made drink from her goblet all the wine she wanted me to take, she wanted me almost deliriant with the wine I guess to do whatever she wished with me and my body.

Then she lowered the cup and started kissing me and wetting me with her red tongue. The touch of her hands were annihilating me, and I couldn't touch those succulents tits in front of me. It was the blessed stab of pleasure to me and my body. She was silent in her movements, her kisses, her softly moans near my ears, feeling her hair passing on my chest from time to time.

My sex was stiffed and up hard enough, I felt the pleasure in every nerve of it; feeling that fluid coming out of it. She touch the tip of it softly with her nails and then with all her eager she started to suck it slowly. It was an agony to me, her head moving back and forth; my whole fantasy was there between her lips. Almost savagely she sucked at the full length of my organ, enveloping in tight wet hotness. Lips tightening and then releasing as her tongue circled the tip, then the rapid, almost mad sucking continued very playfull and it was filled all over with her precious saliva as she moisted with her magical mouth.

Then it came her great move when she stood up and stood up behind me, touching my back with her very erected nipples and her hands playing with my cock.She began to speak to me very in a very whispered way, saying things I had in my mind. She was speaking about pleasures, about her body and asking me how to moan and feel the ecstasy when I come.

For times I felt ashamed and I could hear my low moan of climax. And I moaned aloud and twisted away almost before I could stop myself. She had me in a frenzy and I cried as loud as she asked when I felt myself coming out with desperate pleasure; she never stopped talking and touching my organ nor she realized how weak I was in her hands.

At the end she made drank from her cup another sip of wine while she had me resting beside her on her bed.

Fingers

She was there with her revealing bustier an her huge wonderful tits. A short skirt, her hair covering part of her face and that delicious defiance look on her face. It was almost the dusk and the landscape behind was reddening all the more. And as i sought I felt the desire underneath my cloth; there was growing warmth in my chest, pulsing like the slow fire in my sex. So I got closed to her and made the silent. secret dirty proposal, ¨Do you want to feel my fingers inside of you?¨, the answer was automatic and simple, ¨Yes, as dazzling as I wish.¨

we went into her simple living room and we were immediately undressing each other with a great desperation. I wet her with my tongue all over her face, her neck and shoulders till I got to her immense white breasts. She grab my organ in her hands, lifting it, holding it. As I was passing my tongue all around her breasts and her nipples she felt her breath sucked up out of her. Then I commenced to lower my right hand between her legs and felt her vagina pulsing with heat. My organ was hard, but it was no inside of her, and the suddenly agony she felt when one of my fingers went inside. It was a stab of excitement for her, her heart was knocking. My finger going in and out, and then the two middle ones.

My left hand, meanwhile, on her right tit, the fingers tweaked the nipple, massaged the flesh, and the roared grew thru her, her hips thrust upwards in a sudden violent convulsion. The moisture between her legs trickled down into the crack of her buttocks, the moanings growing louder, the movement of her body like an orchestral tutti. And then like a blessing, a loud cry, an indecent cry, she felt the final shattering orgasm. I kissed her cold dry mouth as she went mad when she felt my wet hand on her buttocks, all wet because of her vaginal juices.

And all ended as she wished: dazzling, theatrical and with a very loud orgasm.

Anónimo

Esta publicación es producto o mejor dicho consecuencia de mis dos últimos posts que han inspirado a una de mis lectoras y me ha pedido que lo publique. Espero que les guste como a mi

¨Sentados lado a lado, en medio de una conversación completamente trivial, mi mente divagó por unos instantes. El no podía imaginarse que mis ojos seguían sus labios con una sed puramente carnal. Su voz se volvió un eco lejano y fue inevitable dejarme llevar por pensamientos 'impuros'. En ese momento lo que me rodeaba se congeló, y puede ver más claro que nunca sus labios en mis labios. Un electrizante contacto inicial, donde se confunden besos, mordidas, lenguas... Me motiva aún mas ver su insaciable curiosidad; la manera en que explora mi cuerpo como si fuera la primera vez. No imito su delicadeza al quitarme lo que traigo puesto, prefiero romper los botones al quitarle la camisa. Nos dejamos envolver, y poco a poco se va desenvolviendo una historia de amantes insaciables.

Sus manos me recorren con delicadeza, y no deja ni un centímetro de mi cuerpo fuera de vista. Por un instante se queda maravillado ante mis senos, pero me urge que continúe la danza. "Hoy estoy dedicado a tí" . Dejo que esas manos expertas me hagan gemir, de la manera que solo ellas saben hacerlo. Un intercambio de miradas, y entiendo que tendré el mas preciado regalo; me dejaré devorar, y sus labios rozarán mis piernas, mis muslos... mojarán con habilidad y ternurar lo más preciado, que yace entre mis piernas. Ya no estoy electrizada, la sensación es más como una droga, que me pone la mente en blanco, para dejarse llenar por un placer puro, inmenso, interminable. "Ven, vuelve adonde mí, dame un beso". "Esperate. Quiero que te vengas". Y así lo hice.

"Vieja, ¿qué te pasa? Te fuiste en una". Traté de contestarle, de aterrizar, aunque no quería. Respiré hondo, sentí como estaba mojada, y me oí decir: "Eh... estoy bien. No te apures. Super bien. ¨

Y muchas gracias por demostrarme que sirvo de inspiración para otros...

Strange Romance

This story´s inspired in one of my songs, that also was inspired of the passion felt from a girl to another. It´ll be written in first person. Hope all you enjoy it.

¨My name is Christine and here I´m going to tell the story of my strange romance and my biggest erotic encounter.

Her name was Danielle, a slim fitnessed girl with very white skin, with long red golden hair and deep waves and thick curls, tiny breasts and very charming red-rose nipples, plain soft belly, with only a few dark pubic hair, long legs and very tight buttocks. She was commanding and very ambitious, with a deep look on her eyes.

We were in that room with the Mahler´s Titan´s Symphony´s 4th movement. She was there with her round naked breasts, we were both naked: breasts and bellies. About her neck she wore a collar gilded and worked leather that was a mere adornment. She came to me and started kissing and playing with my tongue, I felt her wet lips on my ears and her hot whispers. Suddenly she began to rub much oil into my utterly naked body, my buttocks, even oiled my pubic hair a little brushed it so it would be glossy. She was a clever little demon and the look in her eyes was grotesque and inhuman. She told me to rise and spread my legs very wide and I did as I was told. I saw her blushing cheeks, and then I felt with my left hand her naked moisted sex, much ready for pleasure. But then, she pulled my legs than I myself could spread them. ´Now I will pleasure you with my tongue´ she said. And desperately hungry for pleasure I pressed her face in my sweet hungry little sex. Her tongue delved into my swollen cleft, as she licked my clitoris and my swollen lips.

And I can´t forget when she pressed one of her breasts caressing my rose lips between my thighs, and I remember her dark black eyes that instant when I had not been ashamed to look at them. She continued to shower me with kisses.

I felt her that very first time, her full womanly form, I tasted her, those sweet erected nipples, so soft. She became pleasurable, I felt her on my skin, I rewarded her with kisses, shrieking with delight, her tongue wet between my legs and she was pulling on my nipples ´Beautiful little tits´ she whispered while she was on her knees sucking my last breath.

Danielle she was beautiful and yet my strange devilish romance.¨

Dreamed Of Her Hand

I was on the round marble table in front of her at once. I saw the distant figures of shadows and trees. She was on the top, on her knees over me. I glimpsed the mounds of her white and marvelous breasts. She was kissing me, her tongue playing and tripping all over my face, my neck, my chest. She kissed my eyes and my forehead. Her pupils were huge and her lips were red as blood.

And then she put me in an indescribable ecstasy exquisite pleasure by touching my penis. The desire grew and she felt the stiffness, its hardness. I tried to keep my hips from moving towards her; and it seemed I never experienced such a full swelling pleasure, unsatisfied as it was, in my penis.. I arched my back, my knees opening all the more, my legs stiff and aching and I moaned without reservation, my moans growing louder with each movement of her hand. I was touching her breasts, feeling the perfect circle of them in my hands, their smell, their milky white color.

With every move of her magical hand she was letting me lie against her breasts as she held me. She toyed with it. And then she look at me in my eyes, she touched my lips and my eyes. ¨All this belongs to me¨ she said, ¨and this¨, she touched the nipples of my chest, ¨this too, belongs to me¨ and she held my penis in her hand, her long nails and the tip of her fingers scratching at the tip of it gently and I gave off a little fluid.

Her hand moving, her eyes staring devilish at me, her breasts in my hands, my moans covering all the room, my passion erupting in her hand, my face flushing with heat and blood, her nipples in my mouth............and then my passion exploded in a white hot snow all over her hand. I was weak when it was finished. I had no pride nor thoughts of past and future. She kept moving her hand and the sound of her evil laugh was beautiful to me. And then she said: ¨When should I stop.¨

It was beautiful the dreamed of her hand...