0 comments/ 19265 views/ 1 favorites If I Could By: Malachi A hypothetical female stream-of-consciousness account of a romantic sexual encounter. If I could, I would spend all night and all day with you, and I would be so happy. I would be happy to kiss you on the lips and to put my tongue into your mouth. I would be happy to feel your hands slide inside the back of my jeans. I would be very happy that you wanted to touch me. I would wish for you to please slide them farther in and under my underpants so I could enjoy the feeling of your adventurous fingers. I would be so happy to put each one of those fingers into my mouth and taste them and wet them. Then I would wish for you to sit behind me and to wrap your legs around me and for you to unbutton my pants and as I watched you do that I would be so happy that you wanted me. I would be so happy if you would take one of your hands and put it down the front of my open jeans. I would love the feeling and the anticipation as you worked your way slowly down. I would be so happy when you put your other hand up my shirt. I would love the feel of your hand sliding smoothly between my perspiring breasts. I would be so happy to feel your hand cup my breast and I would enjoy the weightless feeling as you gently supported it. I would love the feeling of your hand closing tighter on my breast and your fingers playing with my nipple, and I would be so happy that it was you playing with my nipple and I would be so happy that you liked the feel of my breasts. Then I would very much like it if you slid both hands down the front of my pants. I would be so happy to feel both of your hands slide smoothly down between my legs and nestle in my pubic hair. I would wish for your hands to quest further, and when they did I would be happy that you wanted to touch me. So I would stand up and you would stand up with me. I would pull down my jeans, but not my underpants, and I would be so very happy just to be standing there with you at that moment with your arms around me. I would turn my head for a long awkward kiss and I would be happy to feel your fingers part my lips and moisten themselves in my opening. I would be so happy as we sat back down with you still behind me and I would spread my legs as wide as they would go. I would enjoy the stretching feeling in my legs and between my legs. I would want to make it easy for you to touch me. I would be so happy again to feel your right hand moving between my legs while your left arm held me closely around my middle and pressed our bodies together. I would so love the feeling of your mouth on the back of my neck. I would turn my head and I would know that it was your tongue all in my ear and it would make me so happy to feel it and to know that you wanted it there. I would feel your penis against my back and I would be pleasantly aware of how hard it was. I would need to feel exactly how hard it was with my own hands. I would reach behind my back and feel it through your pants, but that would not be enough. I would turn around and get on my knees and unbutton your pants as quickly as I could. I would pull down your pants and underpants, unwrapping your penis like it was a Christmas gift. I would take it in my hands and enjoy the smooth feel of the skin over the rock-hard shaft. I would know that it was stiff because of me, and that would make me so happy. I would see a clear bead forming on the tip of your penis and I would want to taste it. I would smell your musky scent as I got closer. I would glance up at your face through my eyelashes and see a look of seemingly intense concentration, and it would make me smile in a light, sympathetic way as I realized that you were as entranced as I, and as I looked straight into your eyes, yours would bore into mine. You would tell me that I am the most beautiful woman in the entire world, and somehow I would not doubt for a second that you meant it, and not just at that moment, but for always. I would reach out with the tip of my tongue to taste a smooth and sweet and salty bead. I would take you into my mouth so I could feel you better. I would slide your penis in and out so that I could feel the pressure of your soft-hard tip against the back of my throat. I would see your eyes glaze over and your head roll back. I would know that it was your penis deep in my mouth and it would make me so happy. It would make me so happy when I felt you tense up and get ready to come into my mouth. I would imagine the taste and the feel, but I would reluctantly stop because I wanted you inside me even more. I would be so happy to climb back onto the bed and take off your shirt because then you would be totally naked. It would make me so happy when you, in turn, reached over to lift off my shirt. I would raise up my arms to make it easier for you to take it off. When it was halfway off and over my head you would change your mind and playfully push me onto my back. I would know a moment of panic and surprise. You would clamp your mouth onto my breast. It would make me so happy when you sucked it into your mouth as far as possible as if you could not get enough of me. I would enjoy it so much when you ran your tongue back and forth across my nipple. It would make me laugh with pleasure when I suddenly and incongruously realized that it was your mouth my breast was in. I would be very appreciative if you would now take off my shirt and roll me onto my stomach. I would love to feel your tongue on the back of my neck and on my shoulders. I would be so happy if you would kiss all the way down my spine. Then you would turn around and bend over so that you could lick my ankle while I could still feel your erection on my back. You would then sit up so that you were sitting directly on my bottom. I would be so happy when you reached down and pulled my foot up and into your mouth. You would slowly run your tongue between and around each toe, and then, when it struck me again who was making me feel so good it would make me so happy, and I would laugh as you did that. It would make me so happy if you would pull down my underpants. It would make me happy to know that you wanted to see my ass. You would kiss my left cheek and my right cheek very deeply with your tongue, and it would make me so happy to know that you accepted all of me. Then I would wish so hard for you to turn me over again and when you did that it would make me so happy. You would look at me and smile reassuringly before you spread my legs so wide with your hands and that smile would make me so happy. I would be a little self-conscious at first, especially when you stared at my wide-open pink place, but then you would tell me so sincerely that it was beautiful, and when I saw how much you enjoyed looking at it, I would feel relaxed and proud, and I would be very happy. It would make me so happy if you would kiss the inside of my thighs. I would love to feel your mouth and tongue against my skin. I would wish for you to move slowly up and down the inside of my legs. I would notice you reaching my crease breathing heavier and heavier through your nose as you became more aroused by my scent, and I would feel my pulse race until I thought my heart would explode. I would be overjoyed when you reached my pinkest area and started working it over with your tongue, but even then I would be so happy that it was your face between my legs. I would be so happy that it was your tongue drinking up my juices. The thoughts and feelings would soon overwhelm me and I would arch my back and come harder than I ever have while I screamed your name. You would then direct me back onto my stomach and I would be so happy when you kissed me on my neck and back. You would turn around again and start kissing down my spine as your penis moved slowly towards my mouth. I would be getting excited again because of the anticipation and not knowing what was going to happen next. You would keep kissing down my back, lower and lower, all the way to the tip of my spine, and that would make me so excited. I would be so happy to feel your erection in my hair on the back of my head and over my shoulder. I would be so turned on when I felt your tongue working its way down my ass crack. I would gasp loudly as it crosses over my rim. I would suddenly and powerfully and irrationally wish for you to put your tongue up my asshole. I would try to quash that thought as soon as it occurred because I cannot possibly expect you to do that. It would me so happy when you started working your tongue lightly over my asshole, giving it tender, caring kisses. I would start to feel a small resurgence of hope. I would hear you inhale deeply, enjoying the smell of my ass, and it would make me so happy. I would feel your hands grab my cheeks, spreading them wide. I would feel your tongue probing gently up my anus. I would feel your legs wrapping tightly around my body and flipping us both over. I would feel your tongue farther and farther up my ass as my weight pushed me directly onto your probing tongue. I would wish for you to push me up with your legs and push me upright with your arms so that I was sitting so hard right on your face and when you did that I would be so happy. Your hands would reach around the back of my legs and one of them would play with my clitoris while the other one would finger my opening. I would feel your arms pulling me even harder onto your face and it would make me so happy to know that you could not get enough of my ass. I would enjoy the thoughts and feelings so much that I would start rocking my hips and grinding my asshole into your tongue and riding your face like I always wanted to but never knew was possible. All too soon I would feel the pressure build until it was unbearable, and when I thought that it was your face that was under my grinding asshole and that you actually wanted it there it would push me over the edge and out of the corner of my mind, as I was coming so much harder even than the last time, I would feel your cum also spurting wet against my back. And although I would be so very far beyond words or conscious thought, I would know, irrevocably, to the core of my being, that you loved me. If I Could Author's Note: This is a story/letter I wrote to my lover. It is a fictionalized account of my thoughts and feelings at the start of our relationship, before we physically met and consummated our love. It was my dearest fantasy and I wanted to share it with her, as our relationship started wholly online. Speaking as an author, any and all feedback is both welcome and encouraged. Hope you enjoy it. To My Dearest Love: I have loved you for so long now, yet never had the courage to speak my mind, nor act in accordance with the desires of my heart. Though I have told you how I feel, I have restrained myself. I have refrained from racing to your side, just for the pleasure of being near you, giving way instead to the petty dictates of my life. My courage has failed me time and again, keeping me confined to the familiar prison my life has built around me. Where has the spirit of abandon, that sense of boundless adventure that is the hallmark of youthful passion gone? If I could, had I the courage, I would throw fate to the winds and love you to the fullest extent that I am able. If I could. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can see you there sitting next to me. I am holding your hand as we speak, savoring the delicate softness of your fingers pressing into mine. Try as I might, my attention keeps slipping away to be caught up in the play of your lips as your voice tumbles over them, a soft contralto reaching out to bridge the gap between us. Your words, unheard, caress my heart and remind me of all the reasons I have to love you. Your soft gentle lilt washes over me, easing my woes and soothing my spirit. Unconsciously, my thumb strokes the soft skin across the back of your hand. You have stopped speaking now, a gentle smile playing across your lips. I have been caught watching you. Vaguely aware that you had asked me something, I search my memory, struggling in vain to recapture the words spoken, but they have fled unheard. Embarrassed, I try to withdraw my hand from yours, only to find it caught as I have been caught by you. Startled, I look in your eyes, and for the first time see something else, something undreamed of, behind your gentle gaze. Unnoticed before, I see a tenderness, an affection for me that reaches beyond the bonds of friendship. My breath catches in my throat as my heart stutters it's way up to a staccato rhythm of hope. Trembling, afraid to believe, I cover your hand in mine, clasping it tightly as I have always hoped to clasp you to me. Smiling, you cover my hand with yours. Uncertain, heart racing, I am at a loss for words at this unexpected turn of events. I am conscious of your warm hands holding mine. Looking at you, I wonder if I have the courage to believe that you might return my feelings in some small way. I wonder if this is the extent of it, or if there could be more? Having taken this small step, I find that I need to know. I reach out to touch your cheek. You turn your head, laying your face against my hand, then turning further, kiss my palm. A feather's brush of breath sends goosebumps racing up my arm, and with it, a thrill of anticipation. Dare I hope, am I brave enough to believe that you love me, even as I have loved you? With a sense of wonder, I caress your lips with my thumb, feeling their warmth. They are soft and sensuous, without a trace of lipstick to stain their natural hue. I have dreamed of feeling them, tasting them for so long now that I am almost afraid to let this most cherished fantasy go. Yet to feel that fantasy made flesh is too much to resist. You are too much to resist. Trailing my fingertips across your cheek, I caress the line of your jaw to brush your mouth, finding it tender and yielding. Your lips part slightly, taking my touch into a small kiss, an acceptance of my affections. I lean towards you, a mute request, for more. You return my caress, cupping your hand around behind my head, long fingers entwining themselves in my hair pulling me closer. Your gaze is locked to mine as we close the last remaining gap, those scant few inches between us. Our lips touch and I am immediately lost in you. Your eyes, bright with emotion, are my world; your kisses greater than all my fantasies taken together. The taste of wine slips into my mouth, carried on your soft tongue. Our kiss continues, questing and deepening, a bright spark lighting a flame in the night. I cannot believe how tender your kisses are, yet with the capacity to draw such passions from me. I am conscious of your body, your every whisper carried on wings of softest breath. I trail my hand down your neck to caress and stroke your back, a gentle touch that pulls your body into mine. I love the feel of your muscles as they ripple with your motion, a motion that speaks volumes of that lithe strength that I have long admired. I had never been able to resist watching you as you move. The grace and beauty of your body, revealed in stolen glances numbered by the hundreds, served to excite my imagination and fill many a night. My favorite peeks came on warm summer days, when your blouse invariably had a few buttons undone. I looked forward to those times when you would lean forward, or (oh, please!) drop something on the floor. The view down the line of your neck and under your shirt would keep me awake that night, without fail and without recourse. Sliding my hand down further, I follow the line of your back to your jeans, replacing wild imaginings with the tactile sensations of feminine strength. Continuing my languid journey of discovery, I follow your body's flow, tracing the roundness of your bottom. I pause here for a time, massaging and exploring that delicious shape, the unwitting victim of yet more stolen glances (and not a few outright stares). The rocking of your hips excites me, encouraging me to grip and hold you tightly. However, my hand has developed a will of its own, and after a time continues its slow languorous exploration across your hip. You flex in response to my touch, enticing it upwards, drifting to the dip of your waist, that sensual line that defines the curve of your hips and the swell of your breasts. I can feel your ribs rise and fall with each breath you take. Shifting your position slightly, you turn so that your breast falls into my hand as I continue to travel the sultry shapes of your body. Surprised, I stop, a deer caught in the headlights, mesmerized by the warmth caught in my hand. A pant restarts my heart, and I kiss you again, deeply, reveling in the fullness, the weight that seems to have been created for my hand, and mine alone, such is the perfect fit that we make together. As our tongues slip together, drinking deeply of each others kiss, so does my hand slip over the curve of your breast, pressing into that full softness, that quintessential representation of all that is woman. Pressing and massaging even as our kisses press and rub against each other, my hand cradles that wondrous orb, feeling the thin cotton of your blouse slipping over the smooth fabric of your bra. I can feel upper edge of that garment, a line that marks the absence of barriers. This line marks the entry to a new realm, beyond which lies the province of tender flesh, the fruits of my desire. With trembling fingers, I begin to undo your buttons. My need for you burns hot now, hot enough that my hands are shaking for the power of it. After a moment you cover my hands with your own. Moving them aside, but not away, you begin to undo the buttons, one at a time. With memories of stolen glimpses in my mind, I break away from our fervent kisses to see the rest of you revealed for my pleasure. As more of your porcelain skin is exposed, I am unable to tear my eyes away. Taking the edges of your blouse, I unwrap this gift you have given me, revealing all that had been hidden from my view until now. Resting my hands upon your bare skin, I marvel at the luxuriant softness of it. You sit still, allowing me to take in my fill of this glorious sight, my eyes unable to rest in any one place for long. From the firm strength of your stomach to the swell of your breasts, my eyes take it all in. I am especially taken by the sight of my hands touching you, wandering the landscape of your body, feeling you for the first time. Seeing my hands upon your body is the a thing of beauty to me, speaking with an eloquence beyond words of my love for you. Slipping your shirt from your shoulders, I continue to marvel at the beauty revealed. Smooth skin laid over feminine muscle, your curves and slopes, your essential femininity is displayed for the first time before my eager eyes. This glowing vision alone is enough to light my every night, for the rest of my life. As delightful as my fantasies have always been, the truth, the reality that is you is so much more. Your shape leads the eye on a tantalizing journey, rising up from your hips through the dip of your waist, around the outer swell of your breasts to follow the gentle slope of your chest to your neck. The lines of your throat lead my eyes back down to savor the valley found in the swell of your breasts. I continue tracing you with my eyes, down across your stomach to end at the waistband of your jeans. The lines of your body disappear within, hinting at more discoveries to be made in the length of your legs, the smooth strength of your denim sheathed thighs. My eyes filled with this vision, I look up to your face, unable to express how blessed I feel for the gift you are giving me this night. Wrapping my hands around your bare waist, I return my attentions to kissing you. Save that now my intention is not to limit my kisses to the sweet wine of your lips, but rather to shower adorations upon the rest of you. Trailing kisses down your face and neck I allow my hands to come up your body to cup your breasts, embracing their warmth. You are still wearing your bra, and for the moment I don't mind. The fabric slides against my hand as I trace the curve of those delightful globes. My fingers find the edge of the garment and taste the velvety smoothness of your breast for the first time. I am enjoying this slow exploration, this gradual revelation of your treasures. Kissing your throat I feel your pulse, quicker now, against my lips. Your chest rises in a deep breath of pleasure at this touch, pressing you firmly into the cup of my hands. Soft yet firm, the velvety smoothness of them excites me further, calls me to lavish my worship upon them. Tongue trailing a glistening path down across your chest, I gently lay you back, exploring and tasting your skin as I go, until finally my questing mouth arrives at its destination. My hand, still massaging and rubbing, pushes the swell of your flesh out of your bra slightly to meet the heat of my breath. Kissing exposed skin, I reach around behind you to undo your bra. My hands are steadier now, and accomplish the task with only slight fumbling. I am steadier now, firm in my purpose, confident in your welcome. Your hands stroke and caress the back of my head, guiding my kisses to where they are most wanted. Your bra undone, I slide it off of your shoulders, brushing my fingers down the length of your encircling arms as I go. Nestling my cheek in the delicious valley unclad, I gaze at the soft mount presented to me with its perfect temple perched at the tip. Your bra abandoned to the floor, your hands once again take my head, fingers gripping my hair, and turn my mouth to the flushed heat of your flesh. I can taste the salty tang of your sweat, smell the deep musk of your desire building, a faint trace of your perfume underlining and punctuating your essence. I trace the swell of your breast with my tongue and lips, circling the base, an explorer embarking upon an historic journey to the top of a fabled mountain. Gradually, with your encouragement and guidance, I trace my way to the erect nipple at the top. Heart hammering, my breath coming hot now, I circle your nipple with my tongue, enjoying the textures of the aureole. Mounting the peak, I stroke your nipple and, closing my mouth over it, taste its full sweetness. It is hard now, harder than I knew possible, pressing against the motion of my tongue. I scrape it lightly with my teeth, causing you to gasp, a sharp inhalation of breath that presses you further into my mouth. Eagerly I take in all that you have until I can hold no more. Suckling as hungrily as any newborn infant, I pull my head back, drawing out a moan from your throat, a sigh of pleasure that is not so much heard as it is felt deep within my core. Lips and tongue sliding over every inch of your breast, I strive to bring forth that pleasure in you again, and succeeding, continue to tantalize and taste you. Massaging and rubbing, I pull your other nipple, twisting it lightly until it is as fully erect as its sister. I trail kisses across your chest, through that wondrous in between to climb this new mount. Repeating my earlier attentions on her sister, I savor your taste, your smell. Every texture is committed to memory, lest this be not only the first time, but the last that we can ever meet this way. I want to memorize every detail of the luxurious landscape that is your body, never to forget. Once a dream, I am afraid to lose the reality, and so force myself to go slowly, an act of worship at the temple of your love. As I lay my tender affections upon your flesh, your hands grasp me and pull me closer. Once in a while, when I give you a light nibble, your nails will briefly dig into my scalp, a sharp pain that only serves to intensify my pleasure, and with it, my desire for you. You draw your hands down the back of my neck to my shoulders, holding me tightly. Continuing downwards you find the hem of my t-shirt. Hooking it with your fingers, you pull it up, dragging your nails along my back as you go. The sensation causes me to shiver and groan. I am forced to stop tasting your sweetness as my breath stutters into a pant. This brief respite from my ministrations gives you the opportunity to tug my shirt up the rest of the way, until I have to remove myself from the delights of your skin allowing you to pull it up over my head. Taking advantage of the space between our bodies, you lay your hands upon my shoulders and, pushing me back slightly, allow your eyes to trace the muscles of my chest and stomach just as I had done to you. Pushing me back further you swing your leg over mine, straddling my hips, and lean down to kiss me, deeply, passionately. I am beginning to lose my sense of self to you. Your hands on my chest, your lips against my face, mouth and neck are the whole of my existence. The brush of your breasts on my chest combines with the heat across our hips to make “us” the only world I have ever known. My hands find their way to rest against your hips, riding the slow undulations of your desire as you flex against me. I wrap my hands around the firm round of your ass, gripping it, enjoying the ripple of muscles as you grind your hips against mine. We enjoy our kisses for some time, neither hurrying, content to be lost in each other. Our hands wander, touching and reaching, discovering and exploring what delights we can give to the other. A thin sheen of sweat adds a sensuous texture to our motions as we slide, skin to skin and denim to denim, against each other. Now the soft silk of your hair, then the hard ripple of your back, slippery smooth, each touch is an experience unto itself, and yet is but one part of a greater whole. Each new sensation only adds to the heat generated by our lips and tongues as we continue to taste each others elixirs. Your kisses, it seems to me, are a fiery wine that is slowly consuming me, a willing sacrifice to your most passionate demands. Slipping from my lap, you sink to your knees, touching and kissing as you go. Pausing at my chest you kiss and nibble me, sending shivers of delight through my body. After a moment you continue downwards, your hands stroking across my ribs, stomach, then on over and past the front of my jeans to rub my legs. The sensation of your hands on my thighs inflames me more than I had ever thought possible. Stroking and rubbing, your hands find their way to my crotch, rubbing me through my pants. Looking down at you, I can see a small Mona Lisa smile playing across your lips. You like what you feel, and that makes me happy. You kiss my tummy in that sensitive area just below my navel, sparking a pulse of heat through my groin, before beginning the slow, luxurious return journey upwards until you are laying atop me, our lips once again meeting in an electric union of love and lust. Lifting you to your feet I sit up and begin laying a new trail of kisses down your body. I make every touch, every caress and every hot breath a sensual experience unto itself as I once again travel across the nuances of your body. Through hill and valley, mount and dale I experience this landscape of dreams to its fullest until, dropping to my knees, I arrive once again to the borders of the unknown territories marked by the waist of your jeans. I bring my hands around to the front of your body, a stroke of passion that starts at the small of your back, traverses the curves of your ass and hips, to finish at the gates to your temple of delights. Undoing your button, my fingers lightly tickle the exposed skin of your tummy. Your zipper is drawn down, revealing smooth black fabric under the denim fortress that has guarded your love for so long. A shiver of anticipation washes over me at this sight. Hooking your pants, I draw then down to your ankles, a smooth motion neither fast nor slow. Stepping you out of them, I lean back to take in the view now revealed to my hungry gaze. Long legs, smooth and shapely and beautiful, greet my eyes. You are almost completely undressed now, and the sight of you has made me harder than I have ever been in my life. Smooth alabaster skin interrupted only by black satin, an enclave guarding the altar of my love, an altar that it has been my life's desire to worship at. Hands grasping you firmly, I pull this final gateway to ecstasy to me. Kissing you there, my lips press against the precious mound underneath. Your heat bathes my face, an exciting radiance that mingles and joins with the hot pant of my lust. I can taste you where your moisture has escaped to dampen your panties. I can smell the musk of your essential self, your sex. As I press my face against your crotch you let out a soft groan. Your legs, so beautiful and strong, tremble slightly. Entwining your fingers into my hair, you pull me to my feet until we are standing together, faces flushed with the heat of the moment. Taking you into my arms, I lift you off of the floor to carry you into my bedroom. Your legs wrap around my hips, an clenching embrace that tells me not just that you accept my love, but that you want it, need it as badly as I do. Entering the bedroom, I am reluctant to let you go. I sit on the edge of the bed holding you against me. I slip my fingers under the hem of your panties to caress the shape of your ass, questing and exploring a brand new realm of delights. Finding the join of your cheeks, I press my fingers down into that closed valley until my hand is filled with you. Our position does not allow me to reach any further forward, the press of our bodies making a barrier that I cannot push through without hurting you. I rub and tease everything that I can reach as I lavish more kisses on your breasts, now ideally positioned to receive such attentions. Taking my head in both hands, you tilt me back. Leaning down over me, your hair cascading over us like a curtain, you treat me to yet another tantalizing kiss before continuing the motion, laying me down beneath you. Slipping down to kneel between my legs you undo my pants, revealing my erection to your examination. Laying your hands on my groin, encircling the base of my inflamed member, you bring your head forward. Your hair falls to obscure my view, intensifying that first delicate touch of your tongue to an experience of electric sensuality such that I am almost undone then and there. If I Could The intensity of sensations that you are sending through my body rob me of the strength to do anything but lay there groaning, and allow myself to taken in by your tender mercies. As you take me into your mouth your hand shifts to grasp the base, trapping and controlling me for your pleasures. Your lips stroke the remaining length as your tongue plays across the head, circling it and rubbing it, smooth and wet in a slow rhythm that holds me on the edge of Nirvana for a seeming eternity. As you sense that I am approaching climax, you pull your head back, freeing me from this most captivating of kisses. Tossing your hair to the side, you allow me an unobstructed view as you lick and kiss your way down to the base. Both hands free now, you take the edge of my pants and tug them down. Lifting my hips allows you to draw my pants down, but after a moment my strength flees once again and I drop back to lie prone and helpless to the bed. Drawing your tongue back up the underside of my desire, you finish the stroke by planting a small kiss on the throbbing tip before stooping to finish pulling my pants off. Looking at you now, standing before me, lust and desire return to me all the strength that you had taken just moments before. Sitting up, I take you by your hips and, in your turn, lay you upon my bed. The memory of my brief sojourn across your panties draws me now, threatening my self control. Your musk lingers in my nose still, and I want more. Growing impatient, It is my turn to kneel between your legs, and pull your panties off. I pause for a moment to take in the revealed beauty laid out before me, reasserting a measure of control. Every nerve, every fiber of my body is aflame for you now, and mastering my base desires is difficult, but taking a deep breath I somehow manage it. Lifting your leg, I lay a kiss on your ankle. My hands find their own way as I follow the line of your calf to the inside of your knee, where I have to pause again, as my control is perilously close to evaporating completely, such is the force of my desire. My hand has already traveled onwards and upwards, past your knee, to sample the velvety smoothness of the inside of your thigh. Self control reasserted for the moment, my lips follow the questing hand's path. I taste your growing heat as I sojourn ever upwards. My hand has found that triangle of hair that lays nestled at the joining of your legs. It is soft, lightly curly and luxuriant. I rub the mound above your sex, delighting in the shapes and textures found there. Inadvertently, my thumb brushes the protruding lips of your inflamed labia, causing you to gasp, my only signal that I had touched that most intimate of spaces. The texture found here is unique, silky slick with moisture, soft, yet firm, protruding from within the nest of curls that have hidden and protected it for so long. Having discovered this new delight, I am incapable of straying far from it, stroking the lips and discovering the hard nub perched at the top of your innermost flower. This touch brings forth a gasping spasm from you, first arching your back before drawing your knees up to your chest. I am forced to follow you if I wish to continue tasting the sweetness of your thighs. From this new position, laying above you, your heat and scent draw me down and away from the succulent line of your leg into the delicious valley between until my mouth finds that sacred space nestled between their meeting point. The raw heat and deep musk of you serves to dissolve the last of my controls. I am now completely at the mercy of my desire to taste you, to experience you fully and in all fullness. Seeing your innermost self laid open before me is more than I can resist. I descend to kiss these other, more precious lips. Tracing their outer edges with my tongue causes you to gasp and thrust again, pressing you to my mouth. My lips caress the hard button of your arousal, delighting in the taste and texture, reveling in the physical reactions that they can produce in you. Your hips have taken on a life of their own, gyrating and pressing against my mouth with a rhythm of desire that is hard to follow, and even harder to resist. Placing my hands behind your knees, I spread your legs a bit more and press down in an attempt to restrain your motions, keeping you under my tongue a bit longer. I run the tip, stiffened to hardness, down between the lips to encircle the entrance to your core. Closing my mouth, I kiss you again and again, stroking and teasing you. Sucking your lips into my mouth, I hold them there, washing them and stroking them with my tongue, fully exploring their creases and folds, before slipping upwards to focus my attentions exclusively on your fully erect delight. Sucking that center of pleasure into my mouth, I lightly tickle the underside using the very tip of my tongue. Your groans and gasps intensify as I continue to suck that tender protrusion of flesh. Your hands have taken hold of my hair again, locking me in place to lap up your precious elixirs as they flow from deep within you. A light scrape of my teeth causes a particularly strong reaction from you, overcoming the strength of my arms. Your legs, now freed from the restraint that I had them under, clamp around me, rendering me completely incapable of being anywhere but here, worshiping at the altar of your love. The truth, of course, is that there is nowhere else I would rather be than here, drinking in your pure essence. You are intoxication personified, a drug to which I would gladly throw my life away for the least taste. A willing prisoner to the power of your desires, I continue to lavish my kisses upon these, your most secret of lips. I have discovered that, at least in this moment, I love nothing more than kissing and tasting your deepest self. The feel of you pressed against me, the sweet moisture bathing my mouth and tongue, coating my face, the music of your groans, moans and gasps all combine to spur me to greater effort. My only wish is to fulfill your desires in their entirety. Your body begins to shudder and shake as your groans deepen into a long drawn out moan. I reach up, taking your breasts in my hands, roll your nipples between my thumb and forefinger. You stutter for a moment as your breath catches at the this new stimulation, before resuming your song of love. As the culmination of my worshipful service approaches your moaning rises up into the drawn out crescendo of your climax. Your back arches with the power of it, lifting us both off of the bed. You shudder and shake as the orgasm washes over and through you, until the last pulsing wave of pleasure recedes, leaving you laying upon my bed, sweat soaked and spent. After giving you a few moments to rest I resume washing you with my affections, in the hopes of bringing you back up the heights of ecstasy once again. You, however, have a different idea. “I want you” These are the only words that we have shared since that first tender kiss. They are also the only words that matter, have ever mattered to me. I know that they are an expression of more than simple lust. They are a statement of the depth of your love for me, and mine for you. A declaration of needs that go beyond the mundane and the physical, these words contain within them all that I have ever dreamt of. These are the words that I have yearned to hear for time uncounted, and hearing them now I am powerless to resist your siren's call. Panting, face coated with your essences, I lift myself up, and following the length of your body, lay my self back down upon you. My love, hardened by lust, is close to spending just at the thought of entering you. Struggling for restraint I slowly, gently press myself into your most secret of spaces. Sliding smoothly to my full depth, the entry eased by your wet heat, I am soon enveloped by a silken glove that encompasses all that I am. I am so inflamed by my desire, a desire held in check for too long, that I know I will not, cannot last. Nonetheless, I make the effort, drawing myself out slowly, before pressing back into you. Your hips rise to meet mine, your legs wrapped around me pulling me in tightly. Once, twice, three times I stroke you in this fashion and I am done. Done, but not spent. Such is the effect you have on me that I do not lose my erection (much to my intense relief). After a moment's rest, we are able to continue our lovemaking, a slow undulation, bodies entangled until it is impossible to tell where you begin and I end. Now that our immediate needs are satisfied, my awareness can expand again. I am conscious of your breath, hot on my neck and your voice, low and soft in my ear. Wrapped up in each others embrace, bodies locked together, we fall into a gentle rhythm, an sinuous wave of amorous union that transports us beyond the realms of the ordinary and into a timeless space inhabited only by the person that is us. Our limbs entangled, bodies entwined, our sweat and essences paint a landscape upon the sheets, a map of our journey from the fulfillment of need and lust to the mutual gifting of pleasure and love. Time passes unnoticed, each moment blending into the next, one long beat of the heart pulsing with vitality, a gentle affirmation of life and love, awash in bliss. Eventually we settle into a steady rhythm of thrust and counter thrust, unhurried and eternal, a fundamental beat to the music that we are making. Soft groans and wordless whispers fill the air with a melody punctuated by delighted grunts and gasps. As the end of our night long operetta approaches, you are resting atop of me. Gazing at each other, we both intuitively know that it is time to cement our union in one last ecstatic effort. Your breasts gently sway and bounce as you gradually increase the rate of our lovemaking. Sweat glistens between them as your soft moans are joined to the ever increasing tempo of our bodies slapping together, a clap of joy celebrating the release of a love, once held in secret, now freed to find its exuberant expression in our lovemaking. The sun breaks over the horizon, streaming in through the window. Its light kisses your face, bathing you in a golden glow as our climax reaches out to take hold of us. My hips rise and fall in tempo with yous. Your hands upon my chest curl into a grip, nails digging into me as our fire rises, adding its light to the morning's glory. A long, drawn out moan shudders, though I cannot tell where it comes from; you, I or both of us. When at last the end arrives, we finish together, two bodies locked into one flesh. In that moment we are one mind, one body and one person, an explosion of light and sound that proclaims our existence to the heavens with such fervor that even the angels are made to turn and look upon us with wonder at the purity and joy of our love. The phone is ringing. As I shake myself from this most cherished of fantasies, I am left with one final image. You are laying upon my bed, bathed in the sweaty afterglow of our lovemaking. The sun is shining fully upon your lithe form, illuminating your body much in the same way that our love has blazed into the darkness, a herald declaring that life is so much more than my dreams have ever foretold. Your lines and curves, still faintly glistening with the sheen of night, awaken a faint stirring deep within me. However, we have loved enough for now. There are many more nights to come, a lifetime's worth of joys to discover, ours and ours alone to sample and savor This is my fantasy, to love you like this for the rest of my days. If I could, I would fill your nights with such loves as these, and your days with dreams of rapture. I would demonstrate by word and deed that your grace upon this earth is the source of all my joys, and the fulfillment of my life's purpose. I would show you the full depth of my love, without reservation. If I could. If I Could Be Anywhere Now. If i Could Be Anywhere Now...A Loving Embrace. If i could be anywhere now, i'd be with you. Holding you gently and treasuring the feel of the skin on your bare arms as we slowly danced before the crackling warmth of a chalet hearth. My eyes search yours. Silently mining the depths of your soul for the secrets which lie hidden there. Our left hands clasp together, fingers tightly interwoven. My other arm wraps you in a warm embrace, my open hand resting on the small of your back...holding you close, so close that our hips caress each other with the langorous motion of each step. Can you feel how my hardness grows for you? The tips of my fingers follow the delicate curve of your spine as i slide my hand up your back, cupping the back of your head in my palm and pressing your eager mouth to mine. We feel the heat of each others bodies as i lock you ever closer in my embrace. You are mine now, and i am yours. My fingers gently massage your scalp, and our tongues play their own secret games. Breaking away for a second, i smile, and pull you down to the whispy embrace of a soft white rug. Now i lean into you, forcing you back with another deep and lingering kiss. You feel me over you, hot, and hard. Our kisses are more passionate now, Urgent. Insistant. Probing. You feel me licking, sucking, and gently nipping at the skin of your ear, your neck. I trace the length of your collarbone with the tip of my tongue, then swirl a slow, wet spiral toward the centre of your beautiful breast. I am seated over you now, my legs astride your hips and the heat of my cock at the door of your passion. Leaning forward, i have your breasts in my hands. They glisten in the firelight as i kiss them, suck them, trace the outline of your areolae with my hot tongue and flick playfully at your nipples. Gently, i take those delicate buds into my mouth, alternately pressing with the flat of my tongue and pulling gently with my teeth. My hands return to your scalp, massaging it gently as continue ministering to those luscious orbs. I move my hands to your hips. Can you feel the mix of heat and coolness as my tongue winds a slow path toward your navel, your hips...Placing my hands under your knees, i fold your beautiful legs upward and apart. Smiling, i rest them astride me, reach over, and pass you a cushion and a glass of your favourite liqueur. "Just relax," i tell you. The fire crackles...I feast my eyes on your beautiful legs... Long, smooth and strong, they fan the flames of my passion. I place those legs gently onto my shoulders, lowering my face to where they come together. Closing my eyes, i pause to take a deep, slow breath of you. Even your scent is intoxicating. It's all i can do to control my animal desire, and I must taste you! Now! I lift your hips slightly into the air, holding you in my upraised hands like an offering to the spirits of passion. You feel my tongue under you, hot...and wet...Ever so slowly sliding from where your lower back cleaves...down the crack of your gorgeous ass. I swirl the tip over and around your little bud, and continue upwards now...up the crease where the front of your thigh meets your torso...then the other side...painting shining trails on the pallette of your skin. I lick my middle finger. Coating it, then gradually but insistantly using it to bookmark your wonderful ass. You feel it against you, wet and slippery, its tip rotating gently into you as i return to my sensuous feast. From somewhere in the room the smell of incense drifts by, sweet and spicy. The bass vibrations of seductive music roll through you like summer thunder. Resting the flat of my tongue on the bottom of your lovely pussy, i glide leisurely up your outer lip...flicking my tongue playfully at the top. I smile up at you, then return to sample the other side of that delicious place. Back and forth i continue the feast. Side to side, and up and down. I quicken the pace, and slide first one, then two fingers from my other hand into that well of passion. I swirl them gently around for a moment, them press down towards your ass, opening you further to my oral ministrations. I am wild for you! Exploring your every fold and curve with my teeth, lips, fingers and tongue! Rotating my finger langorously in your perfect ass, i turn my other hand palm up, two fingers still inside you, cradling your pubic bone as i concentrate my pleasure in swirling circles around your clitoris. Gradually, imperceptibly at first, you begin trembling in my hands...I hear your soft moans as your hips begin to buck into my eager mouth...I focus on the centre of your passion now. Licking quickly. Sucking you into my mouth and letting go. All the while my fingers establish a gentle rhythm within you.... Grabbing my hair now, you press my face between those gorgeous legs. Thrusting your hips spasmodically, then crying out loud as concentric waves of pleasure wash over you. You take a deep breath... ....and rest your hips in the soft embrace of the rug. Kneeling between your legs, i'm looking up at you. Smiling...and wet from ear to ear. I stand, reach down to you, and take your hand. Pulling you to your feet...and to the shower. Together! If I Could Clone Myself If I could clone myself, I probably would. It would be nice to have the possibility of sending a clone to the office for the day, so that I could stay at home and relax with you, share even more of my life with you, give even more of myself to you. But if I could clone myself, I could give even more of my selves to you, especially on the weekends. Just imagine coming home from running errands and finding that both of me are in a playful mood. My clone could put the groceries away and start the dishwasher while I take your hand and lead you upstairs to the bedroom. In those initial few minutes, it would be just you and me, embracing like longtime lovers, the caresses becoming bolder and the kisses growing ever deeper. Just think of what would be spinning in your mind -- the enjoyment of the moment, and the anticipation of how the moment would change with the arrival of my clone. Would you end up being sandwiched between each of me as dual pleasure is taken from your body? Would you end up being chained to the special secure bolt in the ceiling while each of me worships you with a different tongue? Would you end up on your back with your head tipped over the edge of the bed while one of me fingers you and eats you and the other of me pulls on a cord wrapped around your throat to strangle you during your orgasm? Would you end up on your hands and knees on the bed or on the floor, with one of me taking you from behind while the other me enjoys the pleasure of your throat? I can envision my hands all over you, your whimpers filling my lungs as I kiss you. I know you: A simple brush across your chest causes your nipples to harden, so all I would need to do is gently squeeze a breast to put you in the right mindset, and if luck was on my side, then you would begin to undress me of your own volition, and I definitely would not stop you, although I might force you to pause so I could undress you as well, softly kissing your flesh as it is exposed to the warm air of the bedroom. Hopefully the clone would wait until you have already undressed me, for I know how you enjoy peeling away my clothes, especially that moment when my engorged manhood is finally uncovered and fully exposed to your view. Perhaps you would already be kneeling on the floor, your head bobbing slowly back and forth, pleasuring me as my clone finally enters the bedroom, closing the door unnecessarily to command your attention. That would give you a chance to rise anew, embrace my other self and begin to undress me again while I step up behind you to touch you, kiss your neck and your shoulders, run my fingers through your soft hair... And when at last both of me have been undressed, you would stand in the middle, stroking the me before you, kissing you, and reaching back to stroke the me behind you, one hand gently scratching down your spine just like you enjoy while the other hand reaches around you to finger you and ensure you are properly prepared for the initial penetration. The group sex scenario would have you as the star, the center of attention, and that would be particularly evident as one of me moves to the bed, inviting you to climb aboard, straddling me as you hold my thick length upright and slowly impale yourself. As you embed one erection within you, the other of me would go to the closet and retrieve the anal lube, returning to the bed to prepare your rear passage for its violation as you flatten yourself upon the me beneath you. After several minutes of one-on-one sex, the other of me would finally be ready, having prepared your exit and having prepared the other thick length. How would you react to having your lubed sphincter slowly and carefully pried open while your dripping sex is already filled and stretched to capacity? Would you groan and shudder from the dual violation? Would your body rock to further stimulate your clitoris? Would you be breathing particularly hard? Would the sensations threaten to be too much for your mind to comprehend? Once the two solid erections have both impaled you, how would you react to two sexual acts taking place simultaneously inside you? Would your voice be severed so your mind you better focus on the pleasure, or would the pleasure set your voice free so that the neighbors across the fence would know that you are experiencing the ultimate bliss? I hope it would be the latter, for I thoroughly enjoy hearing you scream for me. In this case, it would be hearing you scream for both of me. How long would you last before your first climax? I know that penetration is practically a requirement for you to finally achieve orgasm, so enjoying a dual penetration might allow you to reach the initial climax faster. I hope that you would be screaming, your body quivering around each meaty manhood, moving in counterpoint to the rhythm each of me establishes together, bracing yourself as a second and a third and even more orgasms rumble through your body. Ultimately, there would be two of me joining with you in the most intimate way possible, two sprays of desire filling your body, two streams of love attempting to bathe your heart. If only I could clone myself...