It was warm and sunny but breezy, the perfect weather for a stroll in a park or an afternoon jog on the beach. We had just arrived at this unknown destination and you were extremely tired from the long ride and I was exhausted from driving.
As we gathered our things from the trunk of the car, I noticed your thong showing underneath your pants. It took everything in me to ignore what appeared to be an instant turn on, but I kept my cool and continued to unload the car. By now you are completely out of it and the bitching has begun, “I’m tired, I need a nap, don’t bother me”
I knew once we got to a place where you could kick back and unwind, your attitude would change, so I went along with the acting episode.
The door attendant carried our things in the hotel as we proceeded towards the elevator. All I could think about was what I saw when you were bending over unloading the luggage. The hotel traffic had slowed down from the morning rush and the lobby was completely empty. We headed towards the elevator, you led the way walking with a sensual sex appeal that could make a gay man re-evaluate his sexuality just by being in your presence.
My lust could not with stand the moment, so I followed you in the elevator with one thing in mind, sex. I stood in the rear as you pushed the button for our floor, hoping that the ride would never end. At that very moment, I noticed for a second time that your thong was still exposed, so I reached out and began to pull on it.
Irritated by the so-called tiredness you were experiencing, you grabbed my hand making it known that you were not in the mood. I immediately turned you around, so that we could see eye to eye, and began kissing on your neck.
Time seemed to have stopped and we were trapped in its warp. As I kissed your neck, I reached behind you and pushed the red button that read stop. The motion of the elevator came to a stand still. You could feel the heat from our bodies’ rise and the sweat starting to exit our pores.
The tired mood that so passionately consumed you, prior to entering the elevator, has become a figment of your imagination at this point. Your hormones are moving 100 miles an hour as my centerpiece grew stronger in anticipation. We began to undress one another in a seductive behavior, focusing on every inch of clothing that covered our bodies.
While I removed your bra, my lips massaged your neck as you groan in pleasure. My tongue left a moist trail starting from your neck down to the tip of your right nipple. You are ready to feel me inside of you. The excitement has become overwhelming so you started to cry, “Give it to me, give it to me now.” You proceeded to grab the one thing that makes every man vulnerable and began stroking it up and down.
My heart felt like it was going to burst right through my chest. I anxiously pulled your pants down, leaving your thong exposed for my discretion. I began to rub your stomach in desperate anticipation of moving in the direction of what is most sacred to a woman. I could feel the warmth of your breath rising in temperature, waiting for that very moment of ecstasy.
In that instance, I turned you around so that your back was facing me, and I kneeled down and began kissing your inner thighs with conviction.
The juices from your sacred garden began to flow down your legs in my direction. You’ve had enough of the foreplay, the time was right. You grabbed my head, out of excitement, and shoved it in your sacred garden like a 300 pound man stuffing his face with food at the dinner table. I twist and twirl and twist and twirl my tongue in the sweet canals of your sacred garden.
You moaned and groaned, squeezing my head with force and compassion.
I’m engulfed in the moment and enjoying the pleasures in which you are consumed by. It’s been 20 minutes since we entered the elevator but it seemed like 2 hours has past. You are at the point of no return and the only thing that’s keeping you from reaching your climax is my tongue.
I continued to squeeze and caress your vulnerable body as you raise one leg in the air like a cheerleader performing a cheer. I could smell the aroma of sex and the sweet fragrance of your body in the air. You squeezed harder, harder, harder, shaking your hips like a little girl learning how to work the hoola hoop for the first time. You shouted, “I’m coming, I’m coming” as my tongue entered your hole of life. I felt like I was on top of the world, ego larger than life. You on the other hand, in pure bliss of what just occurred. I had you under my every command.
I rose up from off of my knees and held you in my arms, securing the affection that you so deeply cherish. I’m speechless wondering what lies ahead. You began kissing my chest, biting my tender nipple with your firm teeth. My heart was pounding with excitement, waiting for the unexpected.
You sensed my exhilaration and grew more passionate with every kiss. I, on the other hand, was pleasantly engaged in what was about to be the pinnacle of my sexual fantasies.
You had a tight gripped on my centerpiece like a baseball player gripping a bat, preparing to hit a homerun. I was under your spell and I didn’t want to be cured. The momentum had shifted and now I was in the hot seat holding on to your every touch. I was as susceptible as a newborn baby fresh out its mother’s womb. You began caressing my love sack as your lips so gracefully massage my centerpiece, giving it the bath of a lifetime. I was in paradise holding on to what seem to be my manhood at that moment.
I could see the desire in your eyes as you gaze up at me. I moaned and moaned as if I was wounded on a battlefield being left to dead. I could feel the tingling sensation of love paralyzing every nerve in my body. “I’m coming, I’m coming” I yelled. The sensation was strong and my sense of awareness had been altered by your hypnotic spell. I embraced myself, preparing for the ultimate thrill, Ejaculation!
The elevator is no longer a luxury used by visiting guest, but our secret hideout, distant from the world on the outside. It was time to take this roller coaster to new heights. I grabbed your thighs and lifted you in the air, hoping that we would meet at what many call the crossroads. I pumped as you bounced, I pumped as you bounced, the suspense and the unexpected became reality and we were consumed in it.
After 20 minutes of nonstop intense love, we came to an abrupt holt. Our bodies were weak and weary but our minds were pleased and pleasured.
You looked up at me and smiled, assuring your satisfaction and I looked at you equally delighted. We helped one another get dress, while still mesmerized by what had just taken place.
Thinking what was supposed to be a 10 second ride had become a 45-minute journey. I was on top of the world, embellishing every moment. You, on the other hand, were cool, calm and collective observing my every move with a keen eye. It was now time for us to proceed to our original destination, the bedroom.
As we gathered our things from the trunk of the car, I noticed your thong showing underneath your pants. It took everything in me to ignore what appeared to be an instant turn on, but I kept my cool and continued to unload the car. By now you are completely out of it and the bitching has begun, “I’m tired, I need a nap, don’t bother me”
I knew once we got to a place where you could kick back and unwind, your attitude would change, so I went along with the acting episode.
The door attendant carried our things in the hotel as we proceeded towards the elevator. All I could think about was what I saw when you were bending over unloading the luggage. The hotel traffic had slowed down from the morning rush and the lobby was completely empty. We headed towards the elevator, you led the way walking with a sensual sex appeal that could make a gay man re-evaluate his sexuality just by being in your presence.
My lust could not with stand the moment, so I followed you in the elevator with one thing in mind, sex. I stood in the rear as you pushed the button for our floor, hoping that the ride would never end. At that very moment, I noticed for a second time that your thong was still exposed, so I reached out and began to pull on it.
Irritated by the so-called tiredness you were experiencing, you grabbed my hand making it known that you were not in the mood. I immediately turned you around, so that we could see eye to eye, and began kissing on your neck.
Time seemed to have stopped and we were trapped in its warp. As I kissed your neck, I reached behind you and pushed the red button that read stop. The motion of the elevator came to a stand still. You could feel the heat from our bodies’ rise and the sweat starting to exit our pores.
The tired mood that so passionately consumed you, prior to entering the elevator, has become a figment of your imagination at this point. Your hormones are moving 100 miles an hour as my centerpiece grew stronger in anticipation. We began to undress one another in a seductive behavior, focusing on every inch of clothing that covered our bodies.
While I removed your bra, my lips massaged your neck as you groan in pleasure. My tongue left a moist trail starting from your neck down to the tip of your right nipple. You are ready to feel me inside of you. The excitement has become overwhelming so you started to cry, “Give it to me, give it to me now.” You proceeded to grab the one thing that makes every man vulnerable and began stroking it up and down.
My heart felt like it was going to burst right through my chest. I anxiously pulled your pants down, leaving your thong exposed for my discretion. I began to rub your stomach in desperate anticipation of moving in the direction of what is most sacred to a woman. I could feel the warmth of your breath rising in temperature, waiting for that very moment of ecstasy.
In that instance, I turned you around so that your back was facing me, and I kneeled down and began kissing your inner thighs with conviction.
The juices from your sacred garden began to flow down your legs in my direction. You’ve had enough of the foreplay, the time was right. You grabbed my head, out of excitement, and shoved it in your sacred garden like a 300 pound man stuffing his face with food at the dinner table. I twist and twirl and twist and twirl my tongue in the sweet canals of your sacred garden.
You moaned and groaned, squeezing my head with force and compassion.
I’m engulfed in the moment and enjoying the pleasures in which you are consumed by. It’s been 20 minutes since we entered the elevator but it seemed like 2 hours has past. You are at the point of no return and the only thing that’s keeping you from reaching your climax is my tongue.
I continued to squeeze and caress your vulnerable body as you raise one leg in the air like a cheerleader performing a cheer. I could smell the aroma of sex and the sweet fragrance of your body in the air. You squeezed harder, harder, harder, shaking your hips like a little girl learning how to work the hoola hoop for the first time. You shouted, “I’m coming, I’m coming” as my tongue entered your hole of life. I felt like I was on top of the world, ego larger than life. You on the other hand, in pure bliss of what just occurred. I had you under my every command.
I rose up from off of my knees and held you in my arms, securing the affection that you so deeply cherish. I’m speechless wondering what lies ahead. You began kissing my chest, biting my tender nipple with your firm teeth. My heart was pounding with excitement, waiting for the unexpected.
You sensed my exhilaration and grew more passionate with every kiss. I, on the other hand, was pleasantly engaged in what was about to be the pinnacle of my sexual fantasies.
You had a tight gripped on my centerpiece like a baseball player gripping a bat, preparing to hit a homerun. I was under your spell and I didn’t want to be cured. The momentum had shifted and now I was in the hot seat holding on to your every touch. I was as susceptible as a newborn baby fresh out its mother’s womb. You began caressing my love sack as your lips so gracefully massage my centerpiece, giving it the bath of a lifetime. I was in paradise holding on to what seem to be my manhood at that moment.
I could see the desire in your eyes as you gaze up at me. I moaned and moaned as if I was wounded on a battlefield being left to dead. I could feel the tingling sensation of love paralyzing every nerve in my body. “I’m coming, I’m coming” I yelled. The sensation was strong and my sense of awareness had been altered by your hypnotic spell. I embraced myself, preparing for the ultimate thrill, Ejaculation!
The elevator is no longer a luxury used by visiting guest, but our secret hideout, distant from the world on the outside. It was time to take this roller coaster to new heights. I grabbed your thighs and lifted you in the air, hoping that we would meet at what many call the crossroads. I pumped as you bounced, I pumped as you bounced, the suspense and the unexpected became reality and we were consumed in it.
After 20 minutes of nonstop intense love, we came to an abrupt holt. Our bodies were weak and weary but our minds were pleased and pleasured.
You looked up at me and smiled, assuring your satisfaction and I looked at you equally delighted. We helped one another get dress, while still mesmerized by what had just taken place.
Thinking what was supposed to be a 10 second ride had become a 45-minute journey. I was on top of the world, embellishing every moment. You, on the other hand, were cool, calm and collective observing my every move with a keen eye. It was now time for us to proceed to our original destination, the bedroom.
