I sit and ponder the moment when I see your smile, the sparkle in your eyes. Hypnotizing my flesh, my mind escapes to the world of fantasy’s delight. My fingers twitch, waiting patiently for the moment when they will caress the soft silkiness of your flesh. Slick and slippery, I drizzle the liquid magic upon your skin. My whole-body pulses and throbs when I first touch you. My mind concentrates – wanting only to please you – my pleasure is only yours. I direct every ounce of my being into my fingertips. Rubbing and caressing – my desire for your delight sparks from the touch of my fingertips and into your body; longing to give you a momentary escape, a brief journey into fantasy, an instant in time when all else is forgotten. Stroking, kneading - my hands slip and slither over every inch of you. Pressuring and pleasing, compressing deep into weary muscles, extracting the worries, and replacing them with comforting charms.

 

My body trembles, my breath quickens as you finally relax. My hands repeatedly stroke, working hard and only for you. My quivering lips long to kiss the softness of your skin, my tongue wanting to taste, to tingle, to delight. You feel the warmth of my body, my chest, the gentle weight of my hulk, I kiss your neck. Stroking your arms, my fingers swirl down your sides, I shift over you, my hands press beneath you, my fingers finding the tautness of your nipples before departing. My thumbs slowly slip from the small of your back, upwards on each side of your spine. Again, kneading the tightness from your shoulders, up and down until my palms find the soft globes of your bottom. My thighs straddle yours as my hands swirl over your derriere, twirling and twisting, pressuring with pleasure as they drift down to your thighs. My touch grows bolder, as my fingers urge you to open yourself for me. My pulse pounds, my flesh expands and grows hard as it throbs and bounces upon your skin. I drop my chest to your bottom and gently massage it over your buttocks and up your back. My tongue touches your neck, darts and dances tasting your sweetness, slipping, and slithering it flutters lower. Now using my whole body, every cell in my being surges to pleasure you.

 

Desirous to now taste you, I urge you to roll to your back. Our eyes meet briefly, I kiss your lips, your neck, down your chest. You tremble in anticipation, your fingers touch my shoulders, the warm wetness of my mouth, the swirl of my tongue dances gently over the pink peaks accentuating your breasts. My body smothers upon you, the flicker of my tongue sparks you hot, you feel warm, wet, and wanting. The slow slither, the teasing tickle of my tongue snakes slowly down your body. My chest spreads your legs, I sense your heat, my hands cover your breasts, my fingertips twist and flicker over their most sensitive spots. My warm breath breezes over the source of your fire, your hips rock upward, your nerves tingle – my lips kiss the sweet petals of your flower now blooming bright. Your fingers squeeze into my shoulders - the moment my tongue circles slowly in to taste your luscious, sweet nectar.  Briefly, I gaze into the desirous sparkle emanating from your eyes. My lips slurp you into my mouth, my fingers twirl onto your sensitive tips as my tongue dances with your button of joy, tremors race through you, your breath is a pant – the moment I devour you…