0 comments/ 8702 views/ 0 favorites A Kiss By: ministernubis We had gone out that evening to a nice sit down restaurant instead of the usual fast food or pizza joint. It was nice to be alone with her and not in a hurry. I had the entire evening planned, or so I thought. I wanted it to be special because I was in love. To me she was beautiful. She wasn't the smartest woman on the earth, but far from the dumbest. She wasn't model material but to me she was. At five foot two inches, she was the perfect height for me. Not skinny, not even slender, she had her share of extra pounds but still I didn't care. Her ass was a little bit big and her hips were just a tad wide, still didn't matter. Her tits were big, 40DD, and hung down due to their weight, and her nipples seemed to be always cherry sized hard nubs. They were always sticking out of whatever she wore. Sometimes it would make me smile and giggle inside. Her hair was short even though I preferred it long and almost a different color weekly. But tonight it was black to the point of a purple shimmer. It was almost typical; she couldn't make up her mind what color she wanted. Tonight she wore black nylon pants that showed off her round ass to its best. Simple grey tennis shoes adorned her small feet. I could never understand how she could go with out socks, it makes my feet sweat to do that, but not her it seemed. I never noticed any foul aroma emanating from her feet. Her top was a tight nit turtle neck sweater. This one always made my eyes pop out of their sockets when a good brazier was underneath. You know what they say about wonder bras! And yes, the nipples were proudly on display. Oh the sweet torture I've done to those nipples. I've bound her tits so they protrude almost obscenely and put clover clamps on her nipples. I would gently yank on the connecting chain and watch as her nipples would stretch out even further. I've pulled and twisted on those hard nubs and all I get from her is a lustful moan. But I've digressed enough, for now anyway. After we ate and chatted about mostly nothing we went to a local bar for a drink or two. Mostly it was to watch the other men there ogle her tits and ass. This in itself was enough to make me want to rush home and have my way with her which was usually what happened most nights, and days, and mornings. But all too soon it was time to head home. The drive home was great. There was no traffic to speak of so we could indulge ourselves. Reaching over I squeezed her left tit and pulled on her ever hard nipple. She rubbed my crotch through my pants making my cock hard. Like she needed to rub it, just thinking of getting her naked and her going down on my cock would make it a hard flesh pole. I told her to rub her pussy and she did one better. Her hand disappeared down inside her pants for several minutes. When she brought it out she sucked her fingers and then her hand disappeared again. This time when her wet fingers came into view again she put them to my mouth, which I licked and sucked clean. But the driveway was in sight before we could get too carried away. As we walked to the door I followed her. I like watching her ass sway back and forth and in the pants she had on tonight it was almost as if she had none on. Up on one side, down on the other. It was poetry in motion, sweet, wordless, poetry. I unlocked the door and we both went in, I was still behind her of course. I stopped her in the entry and turned her around. Kneeling I untied her shoes and helped her out of them. I then helped her remove her sweater to which I found out she did have her Wonder Bra on after all. Then off came her pants and I saw the mating black thong underneath. I could see the wetness on them from the drive home. I stood and took a step back to admire her in her lingerie, but for only a moment. I needed to have her naked. I slowly pulled her thong down and could smell her arousal and see the dew on the lips of her pussy. The front clasp of her bra was easy to undo and the bra fell nicely away. She shrugged her shoulders and the garment fell to the floor. She was now as I wanted her, naked. I pushed the hair away from her ears, I liked seeing her ears, don't ask me why because I'm not even sure myself. I also liked her neck; it always smelled so very good. With one hand around her throat and the other on the side of her face and her ear between my third and fourth finger and my thumb on her chin I made my move. First I came in close, licked my lips, and then touched her lips with mine. I slid them across her lips to moisten by gently caressing her lips with my tongue. I then came back and parted her lips with my tongue only slightly before feeling her tongue touching mine inside her mouth. Then a little tongue wrestling and some spit swapping. Crude I know but fun. Then it was back to the gentle kisses I started with and on with my original plan. I released her face and her neck before putting both hands on her face and holding it gently. I kissed her one more time before I said, Will you be my wife? A Kiss When we are young, a kiss is electric. A kiss means so many things; we are unable to describe our feelings. So, why then do we forget the meaning of a kiss once we are settled? I find it unfortunate, and I must favor the continued use of this simple, yet elegant device of sensuality. I love the feeling of two lips moving together, exploring, building passion, then moving faster, more urgently. It can connect to people on a whole other level, something that cannot be achieved by mere groping, or rubbing, or fucking. So it was, one night, a date to be more specific, that I learned the intricacies of a kiss. We met online, as is more common these days, yet still slightly taboo. Regardless, it happened as it did, and I do not regret it with a single ounce of my soul. It was a rainy, cold day in March, perhaps the least ideal of any day to meet. And a Monday, of all times, if you might believe it. I had trouble finding a parking spot, for it was a college town, and new to me, though I lived fairly close. We had talked on the phone; chatted about the usual things that one speaks of when getting to know another, and had decided to meet. We first spoke on a Sunday, I believe. We met that Monday. Was it quick? Yes. Do I regret it? Not one single bit. I finally found a parking spot, thanks to her direction, the city being what it was, a jumbled mass of one way streets and double parked cars begging for a ticket (no thank you). The parking garage was three away from being full, but I made it. I bounded down the stairs, excited yet tempered, having been on several of these dates before, yet sorely disappointed. Why meet online, might you ask? Could I not find a real date? Well, yes. And no. Look, I don't date the women I work with. Simply put, I find it unprofessional. So, who then? Old classmates? Perhaps, but had I wanted to date them I would have already asked. So whom do you suggest? Random strangers? Yes, I believe I will ask out a random woman I meet at a coffee shop, completely ignoring her boyfriend ordering a latte in the background. You get my point. We laughed on the phone with one another at the ridiculousness of the moment. Here we were, in the middle of March, cold rain pouring all over us as we spoke on the phone, trying to find one another. "I'm going clockwise," I said. "I think I'm near State Street." "Stop, don't go anywhere," she replied, as I continued walking. "I'll find you." Soon enough, we found one another. She was wrapped in a wool coat and sweater, and yet in spite of it I was impressed at her sensuality. It was winter in a Midwestern state, after all, and yet something about her made me forget it. I forgot the coat, the sweater, the boots, every part of her. I didn't imagine her naked, not then. But I imaged her lips against mine, and that was when I knew I had to have her. You might wonder about the rest of the date. It went exactly as a normal date should, actually. We chatted about TV shows, grad school, the city were we had met, and so on. And yet, beneath it, all I could notice was her lips. I could nearly feel them against my own as I alluded to a re-run of Seinfeld, and I wanted to press them against mine as we talked of the conceited nature of those living in the city where we were currently drinking martinis. She had one, then two. And that is when I knew it. I needed her. I needed her before, no doubt, but I could have resisted had I deemed it necessary. In that moment, everything changed. I needed her, and nothing would change it. When she let me walk her home, I was, incredibly, not surprised. When she invited me in, I was similarly, strangely, not surprised. It is not often that I, a confident fellow, no doubt, but certainly not a stud, am invited up to a woman's apartment for a cup of coffee on a first date. Those are the kinds of things that happen in the movies, right? Wrong. She did invite me and I did whole heartedly accept. We rode the elevator to the eighth floor; still making slightly useless banter I tried to keep my eyes from starring at her lips, from wanting to taste her against me. I failed, and I think she saw, but I did not look away. It was too late for that. Her apartment was nice, well kept. She shared it with two other roommates, neither of which were home at the time. I walked over to the window, and looked down upon the city we had so recently been a part of. It looked cold, bleak, and yet still alive, neon lights glittering against the rain as it fell downward. I felt, in an odd way, like I belonged. "Would you like anything with your coffee?" she asked, breaking the silence. I honestly can't remember what I replied. All I knew what that I approached her then, and made up my mind that I would kiss her. Dating rules and niceties be damned, I wanted her, and I would not back down. Am I usually so bold? No. But one must take what one needs, and I needed her in that moment. I remember it clearly, because we were both leaning against the kitchen counter. She was offering me something, I can't remember what, but I do remember what I did. I wrapped my arm around her head and pulled her to me, and I kissed her. Our lips locked and our tongues intertwined, and in that moment I knew that I needed her even more than I had previously imagined. We kissed, passionately, without regard to those who might walk through the door at any moment, and I could taste her lust against my own. I didn't just need her, I had to have her. Those of us who have had this sort of kiss understand the difference. I could tell you about what followed. I could tell you about how I spun her around, our intertwining tongues becoming ever more passionate. I could tell you about how I reached underneath her jeans and touched her right there in the kitchen, about how she came against me as I rubbed against her. I could tell you about how she led me to her room, how our needs overtook us as we pressed against one another, about how she begged me not to remove her boots, for they were the last things keeping her from making fucking me, and how I pulled them off of her just the same, our lips barely moving from their rightful place, against one another. Yes, I could tell you all that, and what happened next, but that is a tale for another time. What matters, in the end, is the kiss that started it all, and the prelude, for that is in many ways just as important. Sensuality is not easily found, it must be created. And it can only be created by those who feel it, who see, underrated, and need one another in such a way that it is unavoidable. So, in that spirit, I encourage everyone to enjoy a kiss, and then another. A Kiss Her glorious twat twangled and still softly twanging, having gushed and dribbled over my fingers and coated my face, I hear her murmur how thirsty she is. Her moans of passion and groans of pleasure have parched her throat. Water, water! her voice softly calls. Answering her summons, I slide back off her bed, from between her wide spread legs, and move quickly around the bed to kneel on the floor beside where her head rests upon the mattress. So much for all the earlier brushing, for her long hair is now wild and tangled, and fines beads of moisture lay upon her brow. Lips parted, she licks them with her tongue, her breathing is laboured in post-orgasmic bliss. Gentle shudders continue to roll slowly through her body. Water for her thirst. A glass on the bedside table. Taking a deep mouthful of cold water from this glass, and holding it within, I lower my lips to hers. Touching, sealing her lips gently to mine, I purse mine, parting them slightly to allow a gentle stream of cold water to flow into her waiting mouth. Sensing she has enough to swallow, I move my tongue forward to plug my pursed lips, and I feel the movement of her throat as she swallows. My lips still against hers, I wait until she has taken a breath, then withdraw my tongue, allowing the trickle of still cold water to again flow into her waiting mouth. Three times my tongue seals my pursed lips, and three times Goddess swallows, and as she swallows for the third time, so I swallow what remains of that mouthful not yet delivered unto her. My lips open wide and her tongue pushes forward into my mouth, exploring me, dancing tongue to tongue. Her tongue tantalises me and teases me and then slowly retreats back into her mouth and mine follows hers, the dance continuing now within her. Her mouth feels so refreshingly cool as we lose ourselves in a long hot kiss which only ends when I begin to lift my head slowly and reluctantly away from her lips. Her tongue follows my departing lips, lapping my mouth. Mmmmm I taste good on your face. Goddess does, and I wear her beautiful scent with pride. Smiling with a heart full of light, love and joy, I reach for the glass of water and again take a deep draught, holding it within my mouth and bending down, kiss her again, loving the way she now smiles in anticipation. In this fashion we share a full glass of cold, refreshing water, slowly and most intimately, with lengthy sessions of wet kissing between each new mouthful. Oh how glorious the way her lips look - plump, moist and shiny, as if coated with gloss. So kissable, lickable - suckable... Would you like some chocolate? There is a block in the kitchen on the shelf with the dinner plates. Leaving my Goddess tied spreadeagled to her bed, I walk naked into her kitchen to find the chocolate and retrieve a chilled bottle of champagne from her fridge, and a single champagne flute. Stepping back into her bedroom I admire her glorious mature womanly form that lies securely restrained before me. Her first time in bondage, and she is loving it. Smiling to her, I walk to around the bed to stand besides her head, and leaning over her lay the chilled champagne bottle between her legs, the cold of its base against the passionate heat of her vulva. An intake of air, a hiss, as the cold glass touches her hot, aroused flesh. Unwrapping the foil that protects the block of dark rich chocolate, I break off just one square, and smiling, pop it into my mouth. Holding it there and caressing it with my tongue, I sample its dark rich taste, waiting for it to begin to melt. As it starts to melt, I fall to my knees, and bending down to this bound Goddess, lower my lips to hers and I see her face light up in anticipation of a new sensual experience. Our lips touch, and with the tip of my tongue, I push the melting square of chocolate through my parting lips and against hers, and as her lips part, into her waiting mouth. As her tongue takes this melting prize deep into her mouth, I lick her lips with my tongue coated in chocolate, before drawing away with a smile. I break off another small square of chocolate and pop it into my mouth, all the while watching her face, looking into her deep, deep eyes, and as the chocolate begins to again melt in my mouth I lean forward to renew our kiss. This time her tongue spears through my parted lips and I suck upon it firmly, drawing her deeper into me, sucking the film of chocolate that coats her tongue, and as her tongue begins to withdraw, mine follows into her mouth, taking with it this next square of melting chocolate. Now her lips suck greedily upon my tongue, almost trying to tear my tongue from my mouth. As her lips begin to relax their suction, my tongue freed, caresses and dances with hers deep in her mouth. I move my tongue along her teeth and gums, and lick her inner cheeks, tasting the chocolate that now gilds her mouth. Such an epicurean and hedonistic way to share a piece of chocolate. We kiss, our lips lock together in passion, our mouths open wide and our tongues dance back and forward in a glorious waltz of lust, until all the chocolate has melted and slid down our throats. Slowly and reluctantly I begin to draw my head upwards and she tries to follow, straining her neck upwards before surrendering and then relaxing back onto the mattress. More! I want more!!! Oh how I love a demanding Women. I break off the last square of chocolate from the first row of the block and holding it between my two fingers, place it gently between her lips. Her tongue comes out to lick my fingers, and slowly, softly, knowing they are invited, my fingers sink into her inviting, wanting mouth. Oh what a hot, wet, moist, mouth she has. With my other hand I reach forward and lift the bottle of champagne from where it has laid nestled against her vulva. Opening the champagne, I fill the flute. Taking a mouthful, I marvel at the way the fine beads of bubbles, enliven my mouth, refreshing my palette. Swallowing just a sip, I lean forward and down again, and begin to dribble champagne into her waiting mouth. As we had shared the glass of water, and then two squares of chocolate, so we now share a flute a of beading, bubbly champagne - slowly and most intimately. The flute drained, I break off a square of chocolate, and run its edge lightly along the lips of her mouth, back and forth until her lips part and the chocolate sinks into her waiting, wanting mouth. I refill the flute, and take a mouthful, but this time not to share with her mouth. Instead standing I walk around her bed until I am between her wide spread legs, looking down upon her nakedness. Smiling, I sink to my knees, and leaning forward bring my finger tips to rest on her inner thighs, parting her, spreading her as I bring my lips into contact with her vulva, kissing her clitoris and the upper portion of her labia minora. Slowly I purse my lips and dribble chilled champagne over her clitoris and down into her Cleft of Venus. I hear her gasp and moan from the cold and then the pleasure of my mouth. Quickly I slide my mouth down her Cleft to her perineum, then opening my lips and moving my head slowly upwards lick and suck the champagne that has dribbled down, my tongue sliding up the length of her glorious slit. Reaching her clitoris, my lips open to encompass this living jewel and as I begin to lick and lap her clitoris, I again let more champagne trickle out of my mouth, over her clit and slowly down her cleft. Just a few licks and laps to tease her and hear her moan, to feel her thrust her hips up, then I repeat my journey south to her perineum, and then back up licking and sucking her lips and cleft, catching some of the champagne. Mmm, the beauty of her taste complemented by the fizzing champagne. It is my turn to be greedy, I swallow what remains of the champagne in my mouth. Then sink my aquiline nose between the petals of her cleft, inhaling her aroma, and slowly I fuck her, running my nose, my face up and down slit. Oh how sweet and tarty her arousal, how copious her secretions- how succulent and juicy she is. Call me a lush, drinking champagne before lunch, well with lunch - dining upon a Goddess. Chocolate and Champagne meld well, yet nothing compares with the sublime melding of champagne and pussy juice. Slowly I sipp champagne from the flute to then dribble upon her Yoni and then to suck back into my mouth, until there is no more in the flute and a huge wet patch under her, upon my pillow that has lifted and tilted her hips and pelvis upwards. With my face coated in her juice, I slide up over her mons, her tummy, her glorious breasts, all coated in massage oil, until I lay upon her fully and lowering my face to hers, let her kiss, and lick and suck me, my face, sharing with her all her Yoni's beautiful richness. The look of pleasure and joy upon her face fills me with humility and joy. I am for a brief interlude her laundry slut, her slave, her pleasure slave commanded to take her to a place she had not been to before. Submissive whore Mikey revelling in his service to her, and worship of her. Rolling off her I reached for the chocolate, breaking of two squares joined together. I tease her mouth with this morsel, her lips parting, wanting the chocolate. However I have other intentions for this rectangle of pleasure. Sliding back down the bed until I am again between her legs, I started to tease her labia and cleft with the chocolate, sliding this rectangle of chocolate slowly and softly up and down her slit, beginning to coat her inner lips with it, before teasing the entrance to her vagina, and then to slide the chocolate in and out of her, a little deeper with every stroke, until the softening chocolate lies buried within her. Leaving the chocolate there, I slip my fingers out, and hear her moan with frustration. Lucky for me Goddess is still bound to her bed, or Mikey-slut would be in a lot of trouble. Sliding back off the bed, and walking around to her, I kneel besides her again. Lifting my fingers to my lips, teasing her, I suck my fingers clean, enjoying the sweetness of the chocolate combining with the tartness of her Yoni juice. Fingers sucked clean, I reach for the champagne bottle to fill the flute, and then to share with her, trickling the champagne into her wanting mouth, and in between much kissing and sucking. All the while chocolate melts in her vagina. The flute drained, and feeling a wonderful light buzz, I want to pleasure this restrained Goddess once more. Kneeling on the floor, resting my tummy on her bed, between her legs spread wide, tied to her bed posts, I look upon her face, and then down to her Yoni. Both so beautiful. Reaching for her unscented edible massage oil, I coat both my hands rubbing them together, warming the oil, and then I lay my hands on her outer thighs, giving them a slow gentle massage. Sliding my left hand under her I begin to fondle and squeeze her buttock, while my right hand wanders inwards massaging her Mons then downwards until its fingers begin to lightly tease her Cleft, slow gentle strokes, caressing and stimulating, arousing her. All the while I am listening to her breathing, noting how it changes, gentle sighs of relaxation, morphing into Oohs and Ahhs, then into longer deeper sighs and moans of pleasure. With the palm of my right hand facing upwards, my fingers tease the entrance to her vagina, and slowly my forefinger begins to slip into her. Gentle sliding motions in and out and every penetration, going a little deeper. Finger sliding out coated in rich dark chocolate – Mmm. My middle finger joins in, with it crossed under the forefinger. Sliding all the way in, both fingers curled upwards feeling the rugae of her vagina as I palpate upwards with curled fingers, searching for her G-spot. Faster, deeper my fingers like pistons sliding in and out, my biceps already tired from previous exertions begin to burn, but her moans or pleasure and the way she is thrusting her hips up and down, keep me going. I am her pleasure slave. I am here to serve her and to worship her, and I am feeling wonderful and so alive. I am her slut and whore that she has summonsed. I am for a short time her man. Meanwhile the fingers of my left hand have found the cleft of her buttocks, and my middle finger strokes her sphincter in circular motions, spiralling inwards. Finding her entrance, I tease her, just pressing the pad of my fingertip against this wonderful opening. Pressing lightly and then retracting, not entering, just teasing her, stimulating her nerve endings. Pressing again. Goddess is rocking her hips, wanting the fingers of my right hand deeper in her, and as she does this, the middle finger of my left finger slides through her sphincter into the wonderful slippery tight tunnel of her anus. Ahhh, the glory of this sensation. I hear her moan with pleasure, and slowly I wiggle my finger tip, flexing and extending it, palpating upwards and caressing the sensitive wall of her anus. And as Goddess rocks her hips and pelvis to my two fingers in her Yoni, my middle finger of my left hand slides deeper into her anus. Hotter and hotter, tighter and tighter. I am in heaven. Lowering my mouth to her clit, I begin to lick and suck, pressing my top teeth against the base of her hood, my tongue, now as sore and tired as my fingers and arms laps her clit, long gentle strokes, alternated with rapid short strokes. My nose is pressed against her Mons, being battered again as she thrusts her hips up. I am sucking, holding on for dear life. Breathing in through my nostrils, out through my mouth, warm moist air bathing her clit, both biceps tiring, fingers aching. Yes!...Yes!.........Yes!...Yes! Yes! Yes! YesYesYesYesssssssssss. Fuck me slut! Fuck me! YesYesYes. Her moans and cries and inchoate murmurings are music to my ears. I am enlivened. Fortified against the burning and tiredness of my tongue and arms and fingers. I start to hum as I lick her clit – UmUmUmUmUm, my mouth vibrating over her clit as my fingers slide in and out of her. And then she begins to gush again. I can feel the fluid squirting out of her, over my fingers. I have taken her to that place that she has so long dreamed of. Her moans and cries reach a crescendo, onto a fortissimo. I am in heaven. My fingers sliding into her and my tongue lapping her clit and the top of the slit, tasting her copious secretions, my pillow getting wetter and wetter. Pussy Juice, and ejaculate, flavoured, sweetened with chocolate. Massive orgasms roll through her, her hips thrusting upwards battering my nose, and i suck onto her clitoris for dear life, losing my rhythm constantly as she bucks and thrusts. Normally her hands would be between her legs now, fending my her lover's head away. However today her arms are tied to her bed head and she cannot escape, so i lick and tease and continue to arouse and her yoni weeps and dribbles over my fingers. Higher i take her, wanting to give her what she wants. Until at last she slumps back on her bed, relaxing totally into her bondage. Liberated. Sensing that she has arrived, i slow and soften my stimulation. My fingers cease, and while i leave my middle finger deep in her anus, i remove my two fingers from her yoni, then lowering my lips i begin to suck and gently tongue the opening to her vagina, sucking what remains of the chocolate from her. I hear her vocalisations soften and relax as she glories in post-orgasmic bliss. Goddess is sated. Her slut is sated. Slowly i raise my head from between her legs, looking into her eyes and seeing total bliss upon my face. Come here slut! Obeying, i reluctantly slide the middle finger of my left hand from her anus and climb up her oiled flesh until my lips touch hers, and she licks my face clean. Then i present her the index and middle finger of my right hand and she sucks what remains of the chocolate from them. Lying on top of her, supporting my weight upon my arms, i listen to her as in between kissing, she describes where i have taken her. Wow!!! I think i need to say 'Red'. I don't want to, but i think i need to. I should have rolled off her straight away and untied her, but i didn't, I waited and kissed her some more. Red Quickly i got off her, stood up and unbuckled my wrist and ankle cuffs, freeing her from her first taste of bondage.