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An old story never finished

 I want to gently walk u back till you press against the wall. You always look so good when we go out. Watching you dress tonight was a delightful little start to the torture of having you so close all night and not being able to act on building desires. I know the long lean lines that are hidden by your clothes so well. It isn’t hard for any woman to imagine what lies beneath with those beautiful well worn hands and the way that material skims your ass and accentuates the length of your legs. But now, I have you where I want you, where I’ve wanted you. I step in closer, slipping my hands up your chest and inhaling the tangy, spiced cent of your cologne just before brushing my lips against your neck. It’s nice the added height that these heels give me. I can access most parts of you now without having to bring you down to me. I silently thank you for your taste in shoes and the useful gift.

            I hate that when I pull back to look up at you, you still wear that composed mask of control. I wish just once you would let yourself go and I could view all of the emotions that wash over your face at moments like this. I never even know what really pleases you due to the added silence that you great me with. A moan would be enough to fuel my desire to please. But since this won’t happen, my actions are to feed my hunger tonight. And, like the wonderful man that you are, you let all my senses feast on you.

            One more taste of the other side of your neck and I skim my cheek along your jaw as I move my lips up to meet yours. Thankfully, you oblige me with a kiss. As always, it is light and quick before you move away, but tonight I hold you were you are. I don’t care how you feel or what you will tolerate. Once again, this is for me and I’m starving. I don’t want to be forceful but I drag your mouth down to mine and press the issue. I’m glad that you love me so much and can see how much it means to me. How much I need you to give me this. The kiss this time lasts longer and I savor every second of it. When I lightly glide my lips over yours you capture them before they move away. The thought and the technique put into these rare, lasting kisses increases my need. So that I want to cry when one is over leaving me aroused and empty. But thank you for being the one to let me end this kiss. I am still longing for more but there is so much that I need from you and your body tonight that I don’t want to become distracted.

            When I look up again, it’s nice to see the slight confusion on your face, I never pull away from a kiss like that. But instead of answering your question I give you a smile and move my gaze to my hands that have started moving over your chest and down your stomach previewing the terrain that I already know so well. I can feel you watching me move lower over your belt to run my hand down your cock for a second before grabbing two handfuls of your shirt and yanking it free of your waist band.

            Moving my hands under your shirt against your always warm skin makes me realize just how cool mine are when you tense and slightly gasp. No matter, as hot as you are they warm in no time. My hands make pass up your chest and back down to start undoing buttons. It’s like unwrapping a present undressing you and I can never wait to see what lies beneath. It’s not just your chest and that beautiful gold toned skin that is stretched over it but the length of the arms that hold me every night and the strength. I finally see the marks that I’ve grown to love and search for. I know that you cover them on nights like this for some reason that is always endearing but saddens me. But here they are now on those beautifully chorded hands and arms that are constantly roped in veins from hard work.

            Not an inch of this skin escapes my touch as I move over it. I almost feel like weeping when I think of the years that I was unable to touch you on a whim or at will. But now you’re here and mine. I push back the tears and continue. Looking back into your face I see you read me so well, like you always do, and I think you understand. For the first time your hands move to return my touch and cup my shoulders partially holding me but allowing me what I need.

            Finally done with my hands, I have to taste you. I can’t cover every inch of the broad expanse with kisses but I skim my lips down you collar bone n over hard peck till I get to wonderfully sensitive tips that can almost always draw a reaction. I flatten my tongue and lick over one as my thumb thrums the other. Switching sides I suck lightly at the opposite while my other hand moves up to slightly pinch the one I left. I finally move to trail kisses down one of you arms stopping to make sure I kiss the mark on your arm, your wrist and your hands before moving your hands up to the back of my neck. Your forearms rest on my chest as I pause to survey you once more. I never have been able to get enough of the site of your body. I can never stop thinking about how perfectly made it was for me. I could never trust my self to be this open with anyone else.

            I’ve lingered long enough and decide to now completely unwrap you. I bend all the way down from being perched on top of those heels to take off your shoes and socks firs. This is the order as you know that I like you to undress. Thankfully as always you help me, lifting your foot higher so that I don’t have to reach as far. I don’t was time with your feet, as much as I love them. I want to get to the good part.

            Standing, I unbuckle your belt and slowly draw it through your belt loops, for some reason I feel the tension build. It’s not visible on either of our features but I feel it none the less. Unbuttoning your pants and sliding your zipper down has the same affect. It’s impossible but I feel my blood get hotter when I think of what is underneath that fabric.

            I start my way back down your chest again, spreading kisses over you ribs and stomach. I try to avoid the lines that trace your obliques because I know how you hate being tickled but I can’t help running my palms over them while I nip the patch of skin below your bellybutton. These heels are so high but if I just bend my knees to move down on you the slit in my skirt rides up perfectly to allow movement and a view, so that at the same time, you see the small valley between my breasts and that length of leg. It makes me smile to feel you twitch when my finger nails accidentally scrape your stomach as I strip the remainder of your clothes by the waist band, trailing kisses down your thighs as they go.

            It’s so hard not to touch you when you are so hard right in front of my face. I love the way it presses against my hand when I stroke it in the morning. But I keep moving up. I don’t get to see you naked very often while I have my clothes on. I would rather feel your skin against mine though. I’m not sure why, but when your hands move to run the zipper down the back of my dress that I asked for help with it makes me so giddy. I some times think that it is so ridiculous that I adore those times. They are almost more intimate that making love. With my dress gone, all that I have left are my panties which barley covers anything anyway and those heels that help so much to boost me up to you.

            It is so overwhelming to be pressed skin to skin with you like this. You are so warm and smooth. I can’t wait to be in your arms like this again once we are in bed. I hope this feeling never fades. How sweet of you to turn and gently drop a kiss to my forehead when I can obviously feel you pressing against my stomach. It almost felt like you were impatient. But there is no way I am going to stop to judge you right now.

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Daring Dreams

I woke up from a titillating dream this morning. A little off the charts but right up my alley. I realized suddenly that I had been perched on a lap of someone that I had previous carnal knowledge of and we were sitting in the corner of his room observing this tall, soft, pear shaped red head laying face down on his bed. She was tied spread eagle with a ball gag in her mouth. I found this quite interesting considering that I had not used one or even thought to use one before. I'm glad that she had one once I realized who I was staring at. I had previous experiences with her as well as the man on whose lap I was perched. I didn't care for the way she moaned or conducted her self. It all seemed put on and an act that was grating to my nerves. I tend to let my actions speak for me.
The man that I sat a astride is an all time favorite. Large and masculine to a point, he is pure testosterone. Usually one to take direction, I was surprised to have him stroking me and looking quite the master of his domain, supervising the proceedings in his room. The light was provided by one lamp in the corner casting a surprisingly warm and romantic glow. Sitting there quite feline in my enjoyment, I was nothing short of startled when a clean cute and lean young man my age walked into the room and approached the gagged and blind folded red head.
A couple smart whacks to her as and then he crawled under her. They were the same size surprisingly but it didn't seem to matter once he slid in. All the while I was enjoying the show from my perch. Being five five sitting on such a beautifully large man's lap I felt like a favorite pet who was receiving a gift from this loving master. I really did take to the idea of being this man's favorite little toy. I could feel my pussy slip n slid against his leg when I shifted. I moved so easy being so wet.
Looking back on the bed where the other couple lay connected, I was surprised to see nothing happening. With all of her senses but one gone she looked stiff like a frightened animal on guard listening. I was sooooooooo excited upon the arrival of a fifth person in the room. Only slightly larger than the other man, he joined the couple on the bed. I couldn't take my eyes off of them except to gain reassurance from my, at this time, owner. And sure enough the second man on the bed joined the first in side the amazon's slick pussy. Slightly jealous yet glad it wasn't me, I watch the two men's hard shafts gliding against each other, wishing that I had that mush hot skin touching my body.
I was so mesmerized by the sight that I squeaked and jerked when large rough hands wrapped around my hips to lift me up n slide me oh so smoothly onto a hard waiting shaft. I was so focused on the show that I rode him absently only looking back and making eye contact when he tugged my hair to remind me who was the most important. He seemed to be gaining great satisfaction from my enjoyment of the little show that he had orchestrated.
Those two men moved inside her. Pressed against her they were calm yet persistent while she held herself still not knowing what would happen next. I'm sure that both men came eventually, leaving her dripping and not quite spent. I'm sure that once the show was over I turned on my master and regained the control that he always so willingly hands over. I may not have gotten off as usually but I take great pride in watching him give himself to me.
I wish that the last part had played out. That I could have witnessed satisfaction. But all in all, I take great pride in knowing that the whole dream could actually be orchestrated and played out in real time. What a lucky little dreamer am I ;)

Today it came to my attention that women and men alike who are my age are searching for answers or at least a place to sit and chitty chat about experience which are... sexual in nature. I constantly find my self surrounded by those who are either too embarrassed to ask questions, don't know what questions to ask, or don't know where to look for answers.
 So let me say that this is the place to ask and learn. I'll post hopefully once a week about the topic.

This is hopefully the first of many blogs. I have decided that for my age group there are some questions that probably need answered and some stories that others might find interesting. Additionally, I am going to write about things that I find interesting and amusing. There should be a way for me to receive comments and other such things on here so if there is any direction that you would like this to go... please let me know.

To go over some basics, I am a semi recent college grad and unfortunately unemployed. On the flip side, I have time to devote to such an endeavor as this. I am not wishing to divulge further at this time but maybe further down the road.