WriterDom
Good to the last drop
- Joined
- Jun 25, 2000
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Looking for a woman to step into a surreal steamy bathtub filled with thick white vanilla bubbles. Her curvy form will be highlighted by a dozen vanilla candles as she sinks up to her curly hair and waits for me to slip behind her where she can lie back against my strong chest as I gently wash her full breasts with a soft sea sponge. We’ll soak for a while whispering over a Tchaikovsky symphony.
Later I will dry her with a heated soft cotton towel, then carry her upstairs to a canopy bed. She will lie in the center of the warm comforter by the light of a single candle. I’ll place a down filled pillow under her soft bottom. My lips will kiss leisurely down each raised knee to the tender skin of her inner thighs. Hands will caress each breasts as nimble fingers find erect nipples. My lips will tug at the trimmed triangle between her legs making way towards her center of pleasure. She will spread her engorged lips exposing her throbbing bud. My tongue will write poetry up each slippery lip dotting each i under her aching clit. My fingers will invade her rolling tightness matching a rhythm set by my wicked, wicked, tongue.
Later I will dry her with a heated soft cotton towel, then carry her upstairs to a canopy bed. She will lie in the center of the warm comforter by the light of a single candle. I’ll place a down filled pillow under her soft bottom. My lips will kiss leisurely down each raised knee to the tender skin of her inner thighs. Hands will caress each breasts as nimble fingers find erect nipples. My lips will tug at the trimmed triangle between her legs making way towards her center of pleasure. She will spread her engorged lips exposing her throbbing bud. My tongue will write poetry up each slippery lip dotting each i under her aching clit. My fingers will invade her rolling tightness matching a rhythm set by my wicked, wicked, tongue.
