sir_p2002
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- Nov 17, 2003
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I am looking for an online... Fuck Buddy. Someone to share things with, to tell stories to, to sharea photo with, perhaps to chat on the phone... occasionay.
Please read the story below... if you think this could be you, Please respond here, or in a PM, or to my email address of the same name at yahoo.com.
I look forward to making new friends and sharing this new adventure, about to embark
Dear Lover,
I awoke last night from a very strange dream, not knowing what you look like made it all the stranger. We were in a room that had windows around in a circle on three sides, like a turret in an old house. The moon was full and the silvery light streamed through in shafts at odd angles leaving parts of the room dark and others lit well enough to see just fine.
There was a large bed in the center of the floor and you were on it, face down with a beam of moon light across your back, your buttocks and thighs. The top of your torso was in the semi-dark obscured from my vision by the darkness.
The room was warm and there was no sound at all. My hands were lubricated with generous squirt of peach scented massage oil and with them I started rubbing on your calves, tender yet firm, up and down your calves, rubbing the balls of your feet and illiciting a little giggle as I rub your toes, one at a time, between my thumb and forfinger. Your ankles and calves, back to the soles of your feet, up your calves to the back of your knees, slowly removing their tension and yet, at the same time, creating new tensions in it's place. Tensions of a completely different variety.
I move up, my knees outside yours, sitting back on my haunches rubbing the smooth expanse between the backs of your knees and the crease below your cheeks, over and over and over, my hands cupping the full flesh of your ass cheeks.
It is then I move up, putting more force into the massage, your back muscles rippling below my seeking fingers, your shoulders arching against my hands. Your moan tells me that I have you in the zone. Your arms are next, each enjoying the gentle attention of my ministrations. The backs of my finger tips lightly graze the outside swell of your breasts and I can feel the electricity arc from your body into mine.
I reach below your hips and urge you to your knees, your wetness glistens on the inside of your thighs and I must know the taste of you, the scent of your womanhood. My tongue searches the depths of your sex and I find the bud, stiff, engourged with excitement, full of passion. My hands kneed the flesh on your hips as I delve deeper, feeding on your sex. The animal passion is surging between us as I enter you from behind in a smoothe slow stroke, and it is my turn to moan aloud...
And then I woke up. Still not knowing the beauty of your face, and I sighed.
Sweet Dreams,
Patrick
Please read the story below... if you think this could be you, Please respond here, or in a PM, or to my email address of the same name at yahoo.com.
I look forward to making new friends and sharing this new adventure, about to embark
Dear Lover,
I awoke last night from a very strange dream, not knowing what you look like made it all the stranger. We were in a room that had windows around in a circle on three sides, like a turret in an old house. The moon was full and the silvery light streamed through in shafts at odd angles leaving parts of the room dark and others lit well enough to see just fine.
There was a large bed in the center of the floor and you were on it, face down with a beam of moon light across your back, your buttocks and thighs. The top of your torso was in the semi-dark obscured from my vision by the darkness.
The room was warm and there was no sound at all. My hands were lubricated with generous squirt of peach scented massage oil and with them I started rubbing on your calves, tender yet firm, up and down your calves, rubbing the balls of your feet and illiciting a little giggle as I rub your toes, one at a time, between my thumb and forfinger. Your ankles and calves, back to the soles of your feet, up your calves to the back of your knees, slowly removing their tension and yet, at the same time, creating new tensions in it's place. Tensions of a completely different variety.
I move up, my knees outside yours, sitting back on my haunches rubbing the smooth expanse between the backs of your knees and the crease below your cheeks, over and over and over, my hands cupping the full flesh of your ass cheeks.
It is then I move up, putting more force into the massage, your back muscles rippling below my seeking fingers, your shoulders arching against my hands. Your moan tells me that I have you in the zone. Your arms are next, each enjoying the gentle attention of my ministrations. The backs of my finger tips lightly graze the outside swell of your breasts and I can feel the electricity arc from your body into mine.
I reach below your hips and urge you to your knees, your wetness glistens on the inside of your thighs and I must know the taste of you, the scent of your womanhood. My tongue searches the depths of your sex and I find the bud, stiff, engourged with excitement, full of passion. My hands kneed the flesh on your hips as I delve deeper, feeding on your sex. The animal passion is surging between us as I enter you from behind in a smoothe slow stroke, and it is my turn to moan aloud...
And then I woke up. Still not knowing the beauty of your face, and I sighed.
Sweet Dreams,
Patrick
