romantico33h
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To the Woman in My Heart
Waiting for Her - A bedtime love story
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He dried himself from his bath he walked into
the bedroom. Her white cotton sleeping gown
draped over her pillow. So soft and comfortable
but not arousing. He knew he was feeling needy.
He was always feeling needy of her, morning and
night; but tonight especially so. She had been
working late and the house was cold an quiet.
He knew if she wears that gown he should not
wake her as she is in need of only sleep. So
he went to her drawer and took out her lacy pink
nighty, the one she wears when she is in need,
and put it on her side of the bed. Then, he covered
the nighty with her soft cotton gown. He thought
the choice should be hers; perhaps she would
be too tired to make love.
He did not want to be asleep when she arrived.
Still, he needed sleep in hopes she wanted to
make love all night. He climbed into the cold
hard bed and laid his head on his pillow.
Visions of holding her filled his head; visions
of kissing her and making love to her made his
cock swell in anticipation. He could smell her
fragrance on her nightgown and pillow next to
him; his need grew more and more.
He loves her more than he ever thought
possible. She is everything to him.
He would give every ounce of energy in
his body to make love to her tonight.
He could go all night if she would help
him. He loves the melting of souls
achieved by the orgasms they share.
His favorite moment is when she starts to
move her hips, gyrating her wet pussy
onto his mouth and him pushing his tongue
deep into her. Her fingers aiding him to
take her over the top. He smiles thinking
how he loves those moments and how he
usually slows his pace to make her ache
stronger and make her many orgasms last
and last. He loves how she will beg him
not to stop and move her fingers to his
hair pulling his head into her tightly.
He so loves her in need. The moments
that she thrusts her crotch up onto
his eager mouth. His tongue and lips
going wild as he becomes a servant to
her desires. All the time, his
unquenchable need for her tasty
nectar is being serviced. He loves how
her juices makes his tongue and lips so
slippery. He craves the change of flavor as
her cum mixes with wetness as she is about to
orgasm. He knows that it is her orgasm that
makes the taste so intoxicating and that he will
be her addict for life.
After her climax, he then takes her finger and
uses her finger to slowly wipe her cum from
his cheeks and lips, then licks her finger
clean. As he sucks her finger he moves
his manhood between her thighs. Pressing
but waiting to penetrate his tip pulses in
readiness. His need building, and building.
He loves filling her wanting vagina after
her orgasms. He knows she feels so close to
him then. He loves how she looks at him
in afterglow of her orgasms. He looks
into her eyes as his cock slides easily
as he thrusts deeply into her wet tunnel of love.
He feels so welcome as he watches the
pleasure flushes her face.
Visions of their lovemaking in fill his
head. How she drives him to ecstasy as
he loves seeding her again and again.
When his tongue is inside her, he feels he
is only knocking at her door. But, with
his cock sliding full length into her, he feels as
if he is in her house, her home, her room,
her heart, and mixing with her soul.
He loves the moment as he looks into her
bedroom eyes as she urges him to cum. If
she is too wet, she will lick her lips and
pretends she has the salty taste of his cock
in her lips, even produces a bead of juice
in the corner of her mouth; as if his cum
is overflowing in her mouth; she knows this
act of love well and loves how it brings his
erection to the largest followed by his
thunderous orgasm; moments they both
live for.
He falls asleep with the thoughts of holding
her, his angel, in his afterglow. He would
not withdraw but stay inside her as long as
he could, loving her and the moment their
souls are connected. The aftershocks, and
tremors of his orgasm still pumping her with
more of his essence deep into her. He kisses
her again and again and again... His heart
pressed to hers beating wildly in orgasm,
.............slowly returning to normal.
His body, for the moment, spent in showing
her the love that he feels for her. Her body
spent, for the moment, in the love she feels
for him.
He closes his eyes and starts to dream. He
is dreaming she is waking him wearing pink.
To the Woman in my heart, my love; someday I
hope to find you. Know I love you.
Forever,
The Man in Your Heart
Waiting for Her - A bedtime love story
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He dried himself from his bath he walked into
the bedroom. Her white cotton sleeping gown
draped over her pillow. So soft and comfortable
but not arousing. He knew he was feeling needy.
He was always feeling needy of her, morning and
night; but tonight especially so. She had been
working late and the house was cold an quiet.
He knew if she wears that gown he should not
wake her as she is in need of only sleep. So
he went to her drawer and took out her lacy pink
nighty, the one she wears when she is in need,
and put it on her side of the bed. Then, he covered
the nighty with her soft cotton gown. He thought
the choice should be hers; perhaps she would
be too tired to make love.
He did not want to be asleep when she arrived.
Still, he needed sleep in hopes she wanted to
make love all night. He climbed into the cold
hard bed and laid his head on his pillow.
Visions of holding her filled his head; visions
of kissing her and making love to her made his
cock swell in anticipation. He could smell her
fragrance on her nightgown and pillow next to
him; his need grew more and more.
He loves her more than he ever thought
possible. She is everything to him.
He would give every ounce of energy in
his body to make love to her tonight.
He could go all night if she would help
him. He loves the melting of souls
achieved by the orgasms they share.
His favorite moment is when she starts to
move her hips, gyrating her wet pussy
onto his mouth and him pushing his tongue
deep into her. Her fingers aiding him to
take her over the top. He smiles thinking
how he loves those moments and how he
usually slows his pace to make her ache
stronger and make her many orgasms last
and last. He loves how she will beg him
not to stop and move her fingers to his
hair pulling his head into her tightly.
He so loves her in need. The moments
that she thrusts her crotch up onto
his eager mouth. His tongue and lips
going wild as he becomes a servant to
her desires. All the time, his
unquenchable need for her tasty
nectar is being serviced. He loves how
her juices makes his tongue and lips so
slippery. He craves the change of flavor as
her cum mixes with wetness as she is about to
orgasm. He knows that it is her orgasm that
makes the taste so intoxicating and that he will
be her addict for life.
After her climax, he then takes her finger and
uses her finger to slowly wipe her cum from
his cheeks and lips, then licks her finger
clean. As he sucks her finger he moves
his manhood between her thighs. Pressing
but waiting to penetrate his tip pulses in
readiness. His need building, and building.
He loves filling her wanting vagina after
her orgasms. He knows she feels so close to
him then. He loves how she looks at him
in afterglow of her orgasms. He looks
into her eyes as his cock slides easily
as he thrusts deeply into her wet tunnel of love.
He feels so welcome as he watches the
pleasure flushes her face.
Visions of their lovemaking in fill his
head. How she drives him to ecstasy as
he loves seeding her again and again.
When his tongue is inside her, he feels he
is only knocking at her door. But, with
his cock sliding full length into her, he feels as
if he is in her house, her home, her room,
her heart, and mixing with her soul.
He loves the moment as he looks into her
bedroom eyes as she urges him to cum. If
she is too wet, she will lick her lips and
pretends she has the salty taste of his cock
in her lips, even produces a bead of juice
in the corner of her mouth; as if his cum
is overflowing in her mouth; she knows this
act of love well and loves how it brings his
erection to the largest followed by his
thunderous orgasm; moments they both
live for.
He falls asleep with the thoughts of holding
her, his angel, in his afterglow. He would
not withdraw but stay inside her as long as
he could, loving her and the moment their
souls are connected. The aftershocks, and
tremors of his orgasm still pumping her with
more of his essence deep into her. He kisses
her again and again and again... His heart
pressed to hers beating wildly in orgasm,
.............slowly returning to normal.
His body, for the moment, spent in showing
her the love that he feels for her. Her body
spent, for the moment, in the love she feels
for him.
He closes his eyes and starts to dream. He
is dreaming she is waking him wearing pink.
To the Woman in my heart, my love; someday I
hope to find you. Know I love you.
Forever,
The Man in Your Heart
