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We returned from a great evening out, back to her place, as expected. We had gone out to dinner and
out enjoying ourselves at a bar, flirting heavily, as we were known to do. She managed to have my
attention from the first moment I saw her when I picked her up that evening: her low-cut top, revealing
the cute and well-loved birthmark on her breast, her skirt seemingly designed solely to seduce between
its short length and sexy split. Heels that made her already long legs seem inexplicably longer. The
evening consisted of much talking, of playing, of touches and gropes stolen when needed, and less
subtle when it wasn't. We definitely managed to work ourselves up before ever thinking of returning
home.
When we got to her place, she moved in front of me to unlock the door, moving back a bit, letting her
ass rub against my pelvis as she liked to do, and as she knew I loved. When she straightened back up
to open the door though, I surprised her -- one of the cloth napkins I "liberated" from the restaurant we
were at was in my hands,, and I brought it over her eyes, blindfolding her before she knew what was
happening. She stiffened at first, not sure what was going on, then relaxed as I tied the blindfold on,
held her by her hips and bit at the spot I love to, where her neck meets her shoulders. As I kissed my
way up her neck, I could feel her hand move back against my leg, moving up, searching for what she
knew had to be hardening, anticipating what was to come.
"Come on in." I said, leading her in, and though she seemed unsure, not being able to see, I could feel
her smiling.
As we moved in, my hands traveled up her body, following her curves, following the contours of her
body that I so adored and wanted more and more each day. She raised her hands to meet mine, lacing
her fingers in with mine, moving my hands to her already aroused breasts; her nipples were visibly
poking against the fabric of her top, and she moved my hands up to the low neckline, which along with
her bra, I grabbed and pulled down, allowing her bosom to spill out over the top of it.
I grabbed them both, admired the her flesh between my fingers, pinching her nipples between my
fingers, then squeezed them, hard. She gasped, not ready for me to treat them quite that roughly. I
whispered in her ear, "you're quite the naughty one, aren't you?" She smiled and nodded and her grip
lightened somewhat on my hands, so I removed the right one from her chest and spanked her, and told
her she was going to have to learn where naughtiness gets her.
I led her into her room, removing her clothing in the process, and pushed her onto the bed, leaving the
room. She lay there, still blindfolded, not removing it, but wondering what I was doing. I returned to
her fairly soon, setting a bowl on her night stand. It clinked a bit, and she asked what it was. I told her
she'd find out, and moved to her dresser. I removed some of her lingerie, and returned, using it to tie
her to the bed. She smiled, giggled, gasped as she realized what was going on.
I kissed her, and while doing reached into the bowl, pulling out some ice and touched it to her nose,
and she jumped at the cold touch. Smiling broadly, I said, "you definitely need to cool down" and the
hand that the ice was in, moved down to her chest, between her breasts, and her body lurched
immediately. Goosebumps raised visibly on her skin, and I noticed her mouth alternated between being
seductively open to biting her lower lip in anticipation.
My hand moved the ice up her body to her neck and under her chin, as I watched her reaction
approvingly. This is definitely a good reaction, I thought. Her breathing hitched, her back arched, and
her arms and legs tightened, wanting to get at me, either to help or to take me, but this wasn't to be.
Not yet.
The ice moved back down, and I admired the way the water glistened off of her skin in the low light,
how her curves were so amazing, so feminine, so wonderful. I moved to her breast, slowly circling it,
the circles slowly getting smaller, moving towards the dark, hardening beauty of her nipple. It was
growing before my eyes, and I could tell I was starting to react to this visual, pre-cumming just from the
visual. I took the ice in my mouth, and moved across her chest, to the other breast, my mouth getting
colder with each passing moment. I went right for the nipple, sucking it in my mouth, biting it as it
hardened, lapping at and flicking it with my tongue, as her body writhed and her gasping smile widened,
the alternating heat and cold of my mouth affecting her as I hoped.
Grabbing another piece of ice starting at he chest again, I moved so very slowly down her long,
sensuous body. The time I was taking almost as torturous to me as it was to her. The ice melting,
water pooling up on her body, I moved towards her pelvic bone, but as I kissed and bit her there, I
moved the ice down her thigh, following it with my searching mouth. I moved to the inside of her thigh,
back up to her crotch, and briefly across the lips of her pussy, before moving to the other thigh, and
moving back up it.
Back to where I wanted to be, I slid the ice down around the lips of her quivering, hot pussy. The heat
and wetness coming out of it unhindered, her passion and wantonness definitely at the breaking point.
The ice moved across her lips, then between them, and her body convulsed. She twisted, moaned,
mumbled, "oh my god" and then bit her lip again, her breathing short, almost panting. I wan already
working on her, the ice and her juices mixing, spilling everywhere, looking delicious. Her clit was
definitely erect and paying full attention, and the ice moved around it, then back down, and the ice, and
two fingers moved inside her, her body bucking, her voice moaning.
After I was done, I moved back up her bed next to her face, and asked her if she learned about being
naughty. She gasped yes, and I said, "The I suppose you should be warmed up now."
I removed the blindfold, and untied her hands, looking into her eyes, and kissing her deeply. She
returned it tenfold, fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. I smiled, and pushed her away, and moved
back down her. After all, she needed to be warmed up.
I kissed her thighs, first one then the other, moving back and forth between them, until I made it back to
her waiting, juicy pussy. I looked up into her eyes, smiled at her (and prolonging the anticipation), and
then without warning lowered myself to her, my nose rubbing her clit, my tongue splitting her lips,
drinking of her juices, reveling in the taste, feeling her thighs tightening, reveling in her moaning, and her
hands in my hair, fingernails digging into my scalp. her taste, exquisite.
I looked up and she asked me to turn around, and I obliged, straddling her head as I returned to her
crotch, and she took me in her mouth. I licked, bit, nibbled, and drank of her, and she took me into her
mouth, hungrily, almost uncontrollably sucking on me. I grabbed her ass, and dove into her, feeling her
losing control, her crotch grinding against my face, unable to control herself. She was fucking my face
now, and she had stopped blowing me. I didn't care at this point, she was on the verge of cumming,
and I wanted to taste her as she did.
She was moaning, screaming now, her fingernails alternately digging into my ass and grabbing the
sheets. When she came, she came hard, flooding my mouth with her juices, her body shuddering. I
drank my fill of her, admired her, and moved up to see her face to face.
She kissed me and I her, and she immediately began tasting and drinking herself off of my mouth, telling
me how she loved tasting herself on me. As she finished, she looked up, smiled, and relaxed. And I
slid into her. Her eyes opened wide as she moaned, and she smiled hugely. I took her hands in mine,
our fingers entwined and thrust into her hard and fast, not going to stop until she came again. Her body
bucked as I fucked her, nothing but animal sex at this point, both of us utterly out of control. I felt her
tighten around me, and she looked at me, mouth open, screaming unintelligible moans, and we came
together. I collapsed next to her, smiling, my hands caressing her, exploring her, enjoying her.
We kissed, we laughed, we smiled. We lay there, simply enjoying the afterglow, our bodies never
leaving one another, always touching one another in one fashion or another.
After I untied her and we got ready for sleep, we laid there, me behind her, spooning, our hands
entwined, both of us drifting to sleep.
Her head turned and she said, "you really are a naughty boy, you know," and then her hand abrumptly left mine and like lightening, smacked me on the ass. This made me jump forward into her, and the closeness of her cause my cock to harden a bit, rising and pressing into the beautiful swell of her ass.
"See? Very naughty." She took my hand in hers, raised it to her lips, kissing just the fingertips. I could feel her smiling under my fingers.
How could I deny this point? "Yeah I know," I replied, "but you seem to bring it out in me."
Smiling she said, "Maybe, but you just wait until I get you tied up," and my hand in hers, she placed it on her breast, and we slept.
OMG you guys u know thats like a major turn on story!!! i found it in this one guys journal.... agh it was like ... woa!!! well if u think its gross,hott, or whatever leave a comment so i know! ihave to .... go now!
out enjoying ourselves at a bar, flirting heavily, as we were known to do. She managed to have my
attention from the first moment I saw her when I picked her up that evening: her low-cut top, revealing
the cute and well-loved birthmark on her breast, her skirt seemingly designed solely to seduce between
its short length and sexy split. Heels that made her already long legs seem inexplicably longer. The
evening consisted of much talking, of playing, of touches and gropes stolen when needed, and less
subtle when it wasn't. We definitely managed to work ourselves up before ever thinking of returning
home.
When we got to her place, she moved in front of me to unlock the door, moving back a bit, letting her
ass rub against my pelvis as she liked to do, and as she knew I loved. When she straightened back up
to open the door though, I surprised her -- one of the cloth napkins I "liberated" from the restaurant we
were at was in my hands,, and I brought it over her eyes, blindfolding her before she knew what was
happening. She stiffened at first, not sure what was going on, then relaxed as I tied the blindfold on,
held her by her hips and bit at the spot I love to, where her neck meets her shoulders. As I kissed my
way up her neck, I could feel her hand move back against my leg, moving up, searching for what she
knew had to be hardening, anticipating what was to come.
"Come on in." I said, leading her in, and though she seemed unsure, not being able to see, I could feel
her smiling.
As we moved in, my hands traveled up her body, following her curves, following the contours of her
body that I so adored and wanted more and more each day. She raised her hands to meet mine, lacing
her fingers in with mine, moving my hands to her already aroused breasts; her nipples were visibly
poking against the fabric of her top, and she moved my hands up to the low neckline, which along with
her bra, I grabbed and pulled down, allowing her bosom to spill out over the top of it.
I grabbed them both, admired the her flesh between my fingers, pinching her nipples between my
fingers, then squeezed them, hard. She gasped, not ready for me to treat them quite that roughly. I
whispered in her ear, "you're quite the naughty one, aren't you?" She smiled and nodded and her grip
lightened somewhat on my hands, so I removed the right one from her chest and spanked her, and told
her she was going to have to learn where naughtiness gets her.
I led her into her room, removing her clothing in the process, and pushed her onto the bed, leaving the
room. She lay there, still blindfolded, not removing it, but wondering what I was doing. I returned to
her fairly soon, setting a bowl on her night stand. It clinked a bit, and she asked what it was. I told her
she'd find out, and moved to her dresser. I removed some of her lingerie, and returned, using it to tie
her to the bed. She smiled, giggled, gasped as she realized what was going on.
I kissed her, and while doing reached into the bowl, pulling out some ice and touched it to her nose,
and she jumped at the cold touch. Smiling broadly, I said, "you definitely need to cool down" and the
hand that the ice was in, moved down to her chest, between her breasts, and her body lurched
immediately. Goosebumps raised visibly on her skin, and I noticed her mouth alternated between being
seductively open to biting her lower lip in anticipation.
My hand moved the ice up her body to her neck and under her chin, as I watched her reaction
approvingly. This is definitely a good reaction, I thought. Her breathing hitched, her back arched, and
her arms and legs tightened, wanting to get at me, either to help or to take me, but this wasn't to be.
Not yet.
The ice moved back down, and I admired the way the water glistened off of her skin in the low light,
how her curves were so amazing, so feminine, so wonderful. I moved to her breast, slowly circling it,
the circles slowly getting smaller, moving towards the dark, hardening beauty of her nipple. It was
growing before my eyes, and I could tell I was starting to react to this visual, pre-cumming just from the
visual. I took the ice in my mouth, and moved across her chest, to the other breast, my mouth getting
colder with each passing moment. I went right for the nipple, sucking it in my mouth, biting it as it
hardened, lapping at and flicking it with my tongue, as her body writhed and her gasping smile widened,
the alternating heat and cold of my mouth affecting her as I hoped.
Grabbing another piece of ice starting at he chest again, I moved so very slowly down her long,
sensuous body. The time I was taking almost as torturous to me as it was to her. The ice melting,
water pooling up on her body, I moved towards her pelvic bone, but as I kissed and bit her there, I
moved the ice down her thigh, following it with my searching mouth. I moved to the inside of her thigh,
back up to her crotch, and briefly across the lips of her pussy, before moving to the other thigh, and
moving back up it.
Back to where I wanted to be, I slid the ice down around the lips of her quivering, hot pussy. The heat
and wetness coming out of it unhindered, her passion and wantonness definitely at the breaking point.
The ice moved across her lips, then between them, and her body convulsed. She twisted, moaned,
mumbled, "oh my god" and then bit her lip again, her breathing short, almost panting. I wan already
working on her, the ice and her juices mixing, spilling everywhere, looking delicious. Her clit was
definitely erect and paying full attention, and the ice moved around it, then back down, and the ice, and
two fingers moved inside her, her body bucking, her voice moaning.
After I was done, I moved back up her bed next to her face, and asked her if she learned about being
naughty. She gasped yes, and I said, "The I suppose you should be warmed up now."
I removed the blindfold, and untied her hands, looking into her eyes, and kissing her deeply. She
returned it tenfold, fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. I smiled, and pushed her away, and moved
back down her. After all, she needed to be warmed up.
I kissed her thighs, first one then the other, moving back and forth between them, until I made it back to
her waiting, juicy pussy. I looked up into her eyes, smiled at her (and prolonging the anticipation), and
then without warning lowered myself to her, my nose rubbing her clit, my tongue splitting her lips,
drinking of her juices, reveling in the taste, feeling her thighs tightening, reveling in her moaning, and her
hands in my hair, fingernails digging into my scalp. her taste, exquisite.
I looked up and she asked me to turn around, and I obliged, straddling her head as I returned to her
crotch, and she took me in her mouth. I licked, bit, nibbled, and drank of her, and she took me into her
mouth, hungrily, almost uncontrollably sucking on me. I grabbed her ass, and dove into her, feeling her
losing control, her crotch grinding against my face, unable to control herself. She was fucking my face
now, and she had stopped blowing me. I didn't care at this point, she was on the verge of cumming,
and I wanted to taste her as she did.
She was moaning, screaming now, her fingernails alternately digging into my ass and grabbing the
sheets. When she came, she came hard, flooding my mouth with her juices, her body shuddering. I
drank my fill of her, admired her, and moved up to see her face to face.
She kissed me and I her, and she immediately began tasting and drinking herself off of my mouth, telling
me how she loved tasting herself on me. As she finished, she looked up, smiled, and relaxed. And I
slid into her. Her eyes opened wide as she moaned, and she smiled hugely. I took her hands in mine,
our fingers entwined and thrust into her hard and fast, not going to stop until she came again. Her body
bucked as I fucked her, nothing but animal sex at this point, both of us utterly out of control. I felt her
tighten around me, and she looked at me, mouth open, screaming unintelligible moans, and we came
together. I collapsed next to her, smiling, my hands caressing her, exploring her, enjoying her.
We kissed, we laughed, we smiled. We lay there, simply enjoying the afterglow, our bodies never
leaving one another, always touching one another in one fashion or another.
After I untied her and we got ready for sleep, we laid there, me behind her, spooning, our hands
entwined, both of us drifting to sleep.
Her head turned and she said, "you really are a naughty boy, you know," and then her hand abrumptly left mine and like lightening, smacked me on the ass. This made me jump forward into her, and the closeness of her cause my cock to harden a bit, rising and pressing into the beautiful swell of her ass.
"See? Very naughty." She took my hand in hers, raised it to her lips, kissing just the fingertips. I could feel her smiling under my fingers.
How could I deny this point? "Yeah I know," I replied, "but you seem to bring it out in me."
Smiling she said, "Maybe, but you just wait until I get you tied up," and my hand in hers, she placed it on her breast, and we slept.
OMG you guys u know thats like a major turn on story!!! i found it in this one guys journal.... agh it was like ... woa!!! well if u think its gross,hott, or whatever leave a comment so i know! ihave to .... go now!