honeylick
jupiter bound
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- Dec 5, 2002
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i haven't seen any ginny threads... so i am compelled to amuse myself.
... my fingertips tracing small circles in the soft, silky hair of your chest... watching your breath rise, beginning to be slightly shallow, as my hands roam down your belly... i stop for a moment to fondle the outer edge of your bellybutton... and continue my trek downward... grazing your treasure trail with my nails..
my finger deftly release your button fly, and part the fabric with my hands... like i am opening a well worn, but enthralling novel...
i can see the object of my infatuation, as you sit there in your chair, swollen and pulsing behind the cotton fabric of your boxer briefs, and the underlying musky smell of aroused man. a gaze upwards to your face tells me that you are enjoying yourself...
i kneel on the floor in front of you, and lightly touch the outer edge of your erection... so many textures in this one brief contact... the soft cotton, with its small circle of damp sticky wetness, the silky skin sliding over hardened muscle; it jumps and flexes with a life of its own.
maintaining eye-contact, i deftly pull down your boxers, catching the edge of your jeans to accompany them; you help me by lifting your hips quickly... your arousal slapping up against the curve of your belly sends a small electric shiver down my spine...
i touch you... taking your length into my hands, i stroke your shaft, while looking at your face... into your eyes; they are slitted heavily with pleasure
your head lolls back against the top of the chair, and i begin a slow, rhythmic pattern with my fingers and hands... stroking the length of you, pulling the pleasure from your body.
i'm rewarded with a sparkling drop of sticky pre-cum oozing from the head... the engorged slit framed by the circle of my hands; i lean down and gently lick my treasure.
you lean your vision forward in time to catch the sight of the silvery string stretch between your desire and my lips, an erotic life-line if you will, that results in a throaty purr from my mouth, and a jerk of your hyper-sensitive flesh
i resume the pattern of stroking you as i watch your labored breathing
i focus on the way your hips begin to subtley rise to meet my hands and the way your hips shudder, ever so slightly on my downstroke. i take one hand and cup your taut sac, gently massaging the heavy orbs in the palm of my hand... all the while keeping a grip on your swollen tissue, and my eyes locked to yours.
your pre-cum has slid down the length of you, keeping each stroke slick and lubed, as i begin to pump your sensitive flesh faster
i hear your breath hiss inward, and your body responds to my demand involuntarily. you want this moment to last forever, the beginning crest of your orgasm... that blissfully pleasurable time when you border on carnal want/need and overwhelming climactic end
your hands grip the arms of the chair, your face snapped to attention on mine, and you whisper raggedly 'please'....
i lean closer, you watching me like a hawk and open my mouth and slightly stick out my wet, ruby-red tongue. the image of my open mouth, submissive stance and the sheer, glorious pleasure of impending climax tips you over the edge...
i feel the swell of your flesh, the clench of your thigh muscles and the powerful jerks of your cock in my hands...
feel the first splash of your semen fall along the bottom of my mouth, coating my lip and dripping down my chin... each jerk of your groin sends a thick rope of cum across my open mouth, its salty, creamy texture spreading over my tongue...
you watch your sensual offering sticking on my swollen lips, as i swipe the tip of my tongue to bring it into my mouth
your orgasm subsides, and a dull satisfied ache is all that remains of your climax. rivulets of your seed drip off of my chin past the open collar of my shirt, and onto my collorbone, but i manage to lick most of it off my lips, and place a hand under my face to catch the rest
i dip my head to your now-relaxing cock and take the ultra-sensitive tip in my mouth and ever-so-gently, suck out the last few drops of your cum...
your head falls back on the chair, spent.
... my fingertips tracing small circles in the soft, silky hair of your chest... watching your breath rise, beginning to be slightly shallow, as my hands roam down your belly... i stop for a moment to fondle the outer edge of your bellybutton... and continue my trek downward... grazing your treasure trail with my nails..
my finger deftly release your button fly, and part the fabric with my hands... like i am opening a well worn, but enthralling novel...
i can see the object of my infatuation, as you sit there in your chair, swollen and pulsing behind the cotton fabric of your boxer briefs, and the underlying musky smell of aroused man. a gaze upwards to your face tells me that you are enjoying yourself...
i kneel on the floor in front of you, and lightly touch the outer edge of your erection... so many textures in this one brief contact... the soft cotton, with its small circle of damp sticky wetness, the silky skin sliding over hardened muscle; it jumps and flexes with a life of its own.
maintaining eye-contact, i deftly pull down your boxers, catching the edge of your jeans to accompany them; you help me by lifting your hips quickly... your arousal slapping up against the curve of your belly sends a small electric shiver down my spine...
i touch you... taking your length into my hands, i stroke your shaft, while looking at your face... into your eyes; they are slitted heavily with pleasure
your head lolls back against the top of the chair, and i begin a slow, rhythmic pattern with my fingers and hands... stroking the length of you, pulling the pleasure from your body.
i'm rewarded with a sparkling drop of sticky pre-cum oozing from the head... the engorged slit framed by the circle of my hands; i lean down and gently lick my treasure.
you lean your vision forward in time to catch the sight of the silvery string stretch between your desire and my lips, an erotic life-line if you will, that results in a throaty purr from my mouth, and a jerk of your hyper-sensitive flesh
i resume the pattern of stroking you as i watch your labored breathing
i focus on the way your hips begin to subtley rise to meet my hands and the way your hips shudder, ever so slightly on my downstroke. i take one hand and cup your taut sac, gently massaging the heavy orbs in the palm of my hand... all the while keeping a grip on your swollen tissue, and my eyes locked to yours.
your pre-cum has slid down the length of you, keeping each stroke slick and lubed, as i begin to pump your sensitive flesh faster
i hear your breath hiss inward, and your body responds to my demand involuntarily. you want this moment to last forever, the beginning crest of your orgasm... that blissfully pleasurable time when you border on carnal want/need and overwhelming climactic end
your hands grip the arms of the chair, your face snapped to attention on mine, and you whisper raggedly 'please'....
i lean closer, you watching me like a hawk and open my mouth and slightly stick out my wet, ruby-red tongue. the image of my open mouth, submissive stance and the sheer, glorious pleasure of impending climax tips you over the edge...
i feel the swell of your flesh, the clench of your thigh muscles and the powerful jerks of your cock in my hands...
feel the first splash of your semen fall along the bottom of my mouth, coating my lip and dripping down my chin... each jerk of your groin sends a thick rope of cum across my open mouth, its salty, creamy texture spreading over my tongue...
you watch your sensual offering sticking on my swollen lips, as i swipe the tip of my tongue to bring it into my mouth
your orgasm subsides, and a dull satisfied ache is all that remains of your climax. rivulets of your seed drip off of my chin past the open collar of my shirt, and onto my collorbone, but i manage to lick most of it off my lips, and place a hand under my face to catch the rest
i dip my head to your now-relaxing cock and take the ultra-sensitive tip in my mouth and ever-so-gently, suck out the last few drops of your cum...
your head falls back on the chair, spent.