PASS THE HONEY, HONEY
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I step out of the bathroom, freshly towelled off after a morning shower.
I can hear her down the hall in the kitchen shuffling around.  I just
missed joining her in the shower this morning for our usual soapy,
slippery touching beneath the spray.  It excites me just to recall the
fun we have when she slips into the shower with me and moves in close
for me to lather my hands and apply them to her sexy, hanging breasts
that overflow my palms when I cup them.  Greaaaaaat, now I've got
morning wood on top of having missed her in the shower.

I tiptoe down the hall, hoping to catch her for some morning fun before
she needs to leave for work.  I glance at the clock from the kitchen
doorway and see that I'll have time if I hurry since she still has an
hour before she needs to hop in her car.  The front of my fluffy robe
begins to bounce in time with my accellerating pulse.  I see her leaning
her hip against the counter with her face in the steam coming from her
full mug of coffee.  Wow, she REALLY enjoys her coffee...

After she takes a big sip I enter the kitchen, closing the distance down
to mere inches as I give her a big hug.  I can taste the coffee on her
tongue, hints of rich vanilla creamer sparking my tastebuds to life this
morning.  She's got a plate with her toast on it and asks me, "pass the
honey, Honey?"

I pull down the squeeze-bottle from the cupboard above the sink and pass
it to her as requested.  I notice her robe is starting to gape a little
bit at the top, exposing the cleaveage I sorely missed out on earlier
this morning.  I ache to rub my nose between her breasts, or my fingers,
perhaps even my fortunate cock.  When I look up again, she's close to
finishing her toast, her eyes locked on the dancing front of my robe.  I
see some honey in the corners of her mouth and it's giving me some tasty
wicked thoughts as well.

She rinses her plate in the sink while I watch the movements of her
delightful rear.  When she turns around again, I meet her with another
deep kiss, my tongue tasting the sweetness of her mouth as well as that
of the honey, and wanting more.  Her hands have stolen down inside my
robe and are exploring the hidden throbbing.  I moan into her mouth and
can't stop my hands from slipping inside her own robe, feeling her ample
curves so soft and full beneath my excitement-heated palms.  As my
fingers brush across her growing nipples and moistening folds, she moans
and presses against me harder, grinding herself against my tender loving
hands.  Whispers for more come to my delighted ears and I fully intend
for her to cum this morning, hoping to make her cum over and over before
she needs to get dressed.  Damn that clock, I'm just going to have to
finish tonight where we left off if she's not fully satisfied before she
needs to hop in the car and drive to work.

Our robes peel away in each other's hands and my breath catches for a
moment as I see her delightful nakedness once again.  Whether or not she
normally turns heads, she always turns mine!  Fascinating and alluring
in her nudity, my hands can't stay away from her for very long and they
come back into play...with the honey bottle in hand.  Her eyes, dazzling
and mischevious this morning, catch sight of the honey bottle in my hand
and the smile to match appears on her soft lips.  I squeeze out tiny
trickles onto each of her nipples and along her sensitive collarbone.
Then I begin to softly nibble and lightly lick along the honey trails.
Her moans vibrate up through my lips as I slurp the honey from her hot
flesh, feeling the texture of her skin with my tongue.  Every nuance and
bump to her areolas and nipples are memorized by my sucking lips.  That
was barely enough honey to whet my appetite or give her a sufficient
licking.  I can be such a wicked tease.

She pulls the honey from my hands and squeezes generously so that it
squirts and oozes across all the most sensitive areas of her torso that
she'd like for me to pay attention to with my flicking tongue.  As she
squirts herself down, my mind briefly flashes back to very fond memories
of her doing the same thing with my cock, making me gush hard against
her sweating tits in a moment of excruciatingly-good climax.  "Here,
gimme that honey and I'll show ya where I'd like to feel your
mouth...well perhaps later if you have the time."

For now, I perch her up on the counter before I settle in for my
favourite part of a well-balanced breakfast.  My hot mouth descends from
her throat to her glorious mounds, rivers of honey being licked up by my
attentive tongue.  I indulge myself in some harder sucking of her
succulent nipples even long after the honey is gone.  Her louder moans
set my cock to throbbing constantly and it starts a dripping of it's own
slippery honey.  I return my focus to tracking down each little errant
trail of stickiness across her skin.  Down her hanging breasts, I lick
and suck at the swells underneath each breast, tasting her excited sweat
mixed with the sweet viscosity.  I'm tickling my way down her torso,
feeling her ripple beneath my touch.  I further indulge myself by
rubbing two fingers through the excitement-plumped lips of her
honey-soaked pussy.  It feels so hot under my fingers and the slow,
sticky motion is bringing out more of her natural juices to make things
more and more slippery by the moment.  My fingers delight in the feel of
her there and I can hardly wait to bring my tongue down there and taste
the sweet, musky mixture she's stirring up just for me.

Another inch further down her torso, licking honey from her fluttering
belly, the depths of her navel greeting my tongue and reminding me of
the much deeper and inviting wellspring still awaiting me anxiously down
below.  I hunger to slide my tongue inside her and briefly live that
fantasy out with her navel until her breath comes in pants.  Speaking of
which, my cock is jumping and wishing for her divine attentions, but I
can wait until she gets home from work if need be...

My honeyed thumbs move up to stroke over her pulsing nipples as my chin
descends between her empassioned thighs.  The first lick brings a yelp
of pleasure from her sensuous lips.  The taste is indescribable but oh
so very good.  I slurp for long minutes with a broad, lapping tongue
before she intervenes to squirt her tasty pussy with even more of the
honey.  I watch it slowly oozing down over her nether-lips and folds,
wondering how the contrasts of slipperieness and thick stickiness would
feel around my throbbing cock if I were to stand and fuck her hard and
deep right here against the countertop, my balls lightly sticking to her
swollen lips on each deep thrust.  Later...maybe next time...hopefully
next time when it's my turn to be honeyed...

This time I spend more time sucking small hickeys into her fleshy thighs
along the honey trail and beyond.  My mouth nibbling up softly along
each plump lip, sucking it gently into my mouth and running my textured
tastebuds of her inner lips within my mouth in a way that drives her
wild and has her gripping the countertop white-knuckle tight.  I purr
into her pussy as I firm my tongue like a small cock and burrow into her
sticky-sweet tunnel.  Tasting.  Feeling.  Enjoying.  She calls my name
out again and again as I start to softly hum pleasurable vibrations that
run along her swollen clit.  I then turn my full attention to the
pulsing love bud, pulling it between my strong lips with a little gentle
suction and then pressing my lips together around it more firmly and
humming a high C note pitch.  Her squeals at this move threaten to
shatter my glasses and I'm somewhat glad her thighs are muffling the
sounds the way they're clamped over my ears.  I feel her cum give a tiny
squirt against my lower lips before flowing in a small river down over
my chin.  I release my loving clit-grip long enough to slurp up the
delicious juices of her cum before looking up at her.  She's caught her
breath it seems, so I once more suck her clit between my lips and begin
an orchestral playing of my chosen juice harp, alternating high and low
notes to give her varying vibration levels so that her tender clit never
truly gets used to a single stimulating pattern of vibration.  This time
her dam breaks and the river that flows from her is far from light,
juices drip down the hairs on my chest, but I'm too focussed on making
her cum as good as possible to let go and slurp up my precious reward.
My tongue now adds itself to the stimulation, flicking lightning-fast
yet softly across her near-bursting clit.  The sounds coming from her
throat don't even make sense anymore, she's completely delirious from
the pleasures of my mouth, even my fingers toying with her nipples have
become forgotten by comparison.

She's within moments of pushing me away from her due to overstimulation,
and sensing this I slowly back off the motions and the sucking, her
sweet pearl popping out from between my smiling lips.  Her stare looks
hazy, like in this moment of pleasure the real world doesn't feel quite
as real anymore.  Pleasure is her plane.  It's realm has marked her an
eternal denizen to a place where every sensation feels good.  I'm
probably going to have to drive her to work this morning, she's bound to
be in this delightful haze all day long.  And if you'll excuse me, I'm
going to go run the shower and wash any remaining honey from her.  Wow,
I just realized that I'm going to get that shower I sorely longed for
after all.  Talk about having your cake and eating it, too!

I hope you enjoyed my little spontaneous fantasy this morning.  I'm just
in a suddenly frisky mood today and I'm glad you came along for the
ride.  Take care and happy playing.  (Wink)