Sweet Lil Wicked One's blog: "Sensual Ponderings"

The Mirror by Raindear816© (Sweet Lil Wicked One) Your every word touched areas of my body that had not yet awakened. I was pleased to see that you were driven to masturbation from my thoughts of you. All those visions of you taking your cock into your hands violently and stroking with such animalistic desire that you surrendered to your need to be naughty with me, just made me creamy. Before I knew it, there was a needy ache between my thighs to experience your touch. Your words inspired me to seek that hot weepy passion welling up inside of me; beckoning me to pleasure myself for you, for me. Instead of the bed, I chose to squat in front of the full length mirror on the back of my bedroom door. I wanted to see all of me, my physical reactions as I came for you. First the skin of my vulva, like that of most women is darker than the other Irish skin that covers me, it is smooth and shaven, it almost feels like crushed velvet. When you rub down, it is smooth, and when I reversed my direction (rubbing upward), it had this suede like texture that is hard to describe. I fondled the hollows that connect my creamy thighs to my pelvis. Those delicate, yet shallow indentations thrilled to my touch, sending goosebumps all over my body; stinging my nipples. I observed with curiosity, the curves from my inner thighs at my pelvic region to my ass, reminding me of the fluid shape of a cello. I opened my folds, and found my sex swollen and wanting. Its color began as a soft fleshy pink on the outside, and deeper pink past my petals, and then as it was stimulated, my bud was like a shiny fuchsia pearl. The area below my clitoris and urethra was glistening with a clear, yet silky sheen like a glowing trail leading to my vaginal passage. I found, that with each figure eight drawn over my bud, the passage would become narrow in response, then would relax and more silky wetness would ooze from it. As I entered my warm, moist tunnel, I had the sensation of the passage to be a soft, rippled, clenching, and slippery experience for the traveler (me or you). The path narrowed as I explored deeper and found a small, firm, mound that was quite sensitive to the touch, like the fuchsia pearl on the outside. I imagined the explorer (you/your hard cock) could seek rest on this mound, as he'd reached his destination; the bottom of my love well. This caused a quaking effect as I found my fingers pressing upward just outside the base of my cervix. With each manipulation of my fingers (now 3) against it, my digits were gripped like that of a firm handshake. Warmth spread over me like rays of sun from behind a cloud suddenly burning my flesh. My thumb, without thought, began to rub those figure eights with a fury. My tiny pinkie finger brushed over the crinkled bud of my ass, tickling, and stimulating it lightly as my fingers thrust and maneuvered my cunt. My sex was very friendly and would not release my hand. My other hand was gripping my full breasts, pulling, then pinching my large nipple very hard, sending shockwaves of sweet agony throughout my body. I looked again in the mirror to find my face reddened, flushed and little beads of sweat over my upper lip, that my tongue snaked over and tasted the salty flavor with great satisfaction. My eyes were half open, but I could see that my pupils were dilated, and the blue with golden flakes in my iris, seemed to be more defined as the intensity wore on. I was panting, my hands steadfast on their journey to pleasure, my hips were rocking back and forth. My tiny feet began to fall asleep, giving the pins and needles feeling before numbness, as I squatted so deeply and supported my weight with them. My thigh muscles began to tighten, my abdominal muscles strained against my impending climax. I smiled at myself, when I remembered you asking me to wait until the last possible moment. But I was too late. My body betrayed my brain, as I began moaning, driven over the cliff of ecstasy, falling, falling, falling, like the cum that gushed out of me and onto the towel beneath. I collapsed, feeling dizzy, the blood rushing back to my feet, my pussy clenching, throbbing, my nipples tingling, feeling as if they would pop right off. As an experiment, I stroked across my clit again. It was so sensitive, and so very wet. I could not stand the titillating effect of a quick touch. I knew you'd brought me to the highest plane of ecstasy when I could not tolerate another touch. I laid back, thought of you and smiled, sleepy-eyed and drained; possessing a comfort that can only come from complete satisfaction. I tasted my nectar, it was warm liquid silk, with a sweet musk, and flavor faint of honey. ***Thank you for taking time to read my work. I hope you are inspired in some way by my efforts. Please give feedback, for I grow with every suggestion or comment you, the reader bestow upon me.***

Star-Bathing by Raindear816© (Sweet Lil Wicked One) We met at the garden gate per my request. The autumn evening was still warm with breezes coming off the bayou outside our French hideaway. You greeted me with a tender kiss and that smile I know and love. "Where are you takin' me sweetheart?" You asked inquisitively. "Some place special, you'll see." We began to walk hand in hand down the path towards a small boat banked on the shore of the bayou. The breeze caught my sheer summery dress revealing my creamy skin bathed by the moonlight. "You are beautiful, love." You said as you kissed my head. Your voice caresses my soul, sending heavenly spirits jolting throughout my body. I adore you so. "Look what we have here!" I said, with a tone of suggested surprise and excitement, and climbed into the boat. You know me better than that. "I think you already knew this was here darlin'. Are you gonna make me work on our date?" You said with an arched brow. "I promise, if you row us to that little island over there, you won't be sorry." I winked and pointed to a grassy spot of land with an old gazebo in the middle. Obliging me, you pushed us off into the water and began rowing smoothly. The pleasure of sex under the stars being the driving force behind each stroke of the oars across the water. The sounds of unseen wildlife protested our presence and echoed across the bayou. I smiled at you, admiring your handsome and powerful presence as the exercise of your shoulders and arms pulled at your shirt. The sight of you, my desire, and the warm night heated me. I unbuttoned the top button of my dress. "Warm, darlin'?" you asked. "Mmm-hmm. The temperature hasn't dropped much for a fall night." "We're in the South, baby. It gets cooler here in November." You laughed. My fingers worked the second button, and you leaned in for a better look. You just could about see the swell of my breasts as my bodice parted. Then I went for the third button and my full breasts, covered only in a filmy something, spilled out. "You must be really warm," you commented, conversationally, not wanting to discourage me from my boldness that was raising your temperature. "I am. It's so hot tonight," I replied just as conversationally, before lifting a hand to sweep up my hair off my neck. Extending my arm up had an amazing effect both on my bodice and your rocketing body heat. This little show was intentional, so you sat back, shut up, and hoped I wouldn't stop. It was obvious from the tent forming in your pants, that you'd be happy to row the boat in circles all night to help me explore this daring side of my personality. The fourth button slid free of its hole, then the fifth, sixth, seventh, revealing that filmy little something I wore that was so transparent that the stars reflected off my sleek curves. I met your gaze as I shrugged halfway out of my dress. I stared at you with a wicked glimmer in my eyes, and asked, "You don't mind do you?" "Oh baby-doll, please get comfortable. One of us should, my cock is stiff enough to use as an oar!" you laughed. Slipping my arms through the sleeves, I let the dress slither into a puddle around my hips, leaving my upper body clad in nothing more than starlit silk so sheer, my nipples smudged into darkened swirls. "There, that's much better." "Hot dayum, baby, I agree!" Sighing, I tipped my face to the night sky and closed my eyes, offering you the opportunity to caress my every curve glistening in the glowing mist with your gaze. As my full breasts rose and fell with every breath and my nipples peaked through that whisper of silk, you forced the oars through the water with careful strokes designed not to jar me from my star bathing. My body was spread out before you, wanton and inviting; spiking your need to touch me and see just how far I'd go with my bold game. I drove all questions from your mind when I lifted my bottom and shimmied the dress over my hips. The lightweight fabric rode down my smooth thighs, along my calves, finally pooling around my feet. At your feet. This boat was not big. Freeing myself from the circle of fabric, I stretched until my toes tickled your crotch, snapping you out of your daze. "Baby, you do realize, you're sittin' practically naked in the middle of the bayou, don't you?" My lashes fluttered open and speared you with a sparkling gaze. "The real question is, how fast can you get us to the shore over there?" Letting my legs drift apart, I aimed a vision of my barely covered pussy your way. With growing amazement, you watched my fingers glide slowly down the expanse of my stomach, along the juncture of my thighs, brushing aside the scrap of fabric and zeroing in on my ...clit. Every drop of blood plummeted to your crotch so fast, you felt dizzy. You began to row faster, not losing sight of the performance I was giving you, nor the shore straight ahead. My hips began to roll with the circling motion of my fingertips, making me moan out into the night. "Baby, if you don't stop I'm going to take you right here!" you exclaimed. "But if you do that, darlin', you'll capsize the boat and we'll have to wrestle the gators! And you don't really want to me to stop do you?" I taunted. My hand drifted away from my pussy for a moment when you grumbled over losing one of the oars. I giggled. You seemed more determined to reach for me and the shore. You tightened your grip on the other oar, and leaned in to kiss me. "I'll wrestle the gators for you, love." You palmed my breast with your free hand. I arched my back and leaned into your touch, as it sent fiery burst of sex throughout my body centering low in the valley between my thighs. The night was alive around us, filled with echoing sounds and sultry air that caressed us gently, as you caressed my breast with your mouth. The fine silk of my see-through garment was nothing more than a whisper separating flesh from flesh as you swirled your tongue around a rigid peak, drawing me inside your hot mouth. I sighed, leaned forward and planted tender kisses upon the top of your head, whispering, "I adore you." I slipped my hands into your hair, down along your neck and over your shoulders. Prolonging our voyage, you placed the solemn oar into the boat, scooted onto your knees before me and kissed me beside my ear, exhaling, "And I adore you, love." My breath hitched audibly as you rolled my nipples between your thumbs and forefingers. You smiled as I squirmed as you trailed your mouth to the nape of my neck, nibbling and sucking lightly, sending shivers through me. You kissed me with an urgency you could barely control. Your hands kneaded my breasts, sending soft sighs from my lips. I wanted you to plunge deep inside me, and let me prove that what we share is unique and worth believing in. I wanted you to feel my body treasuring yours. "You've got to get us to the island." My voice was breathless, with urgency and need enough to make my heart stumble over itself. "To the island, hmm?" You sat back leaving my kiss swollen-lips with one last flick of your tongue. "Anywhere we can make love will do." "This boat won't work, love?" "No, I told you, we'd capsize and the gators will eat me." "The only thing eating you tonight is me, baby!" you said with a devilish grin, and picked up the oar and began paddling with certain focus, getting us to the shore in no time. The gazebo was in a sorry state of disrepair. "Is this what you had in mind?" "It'll do, now c'mere to me!" I said. Then I wound my arms around your waist and nuzzled against you, every barely clad inch of my curves made you long to get naked. But I clearly had my own agenda for what was going to happen next, because I pulled your shirt up, forced you to lift your arms to help me drag it over your head. It landed onto the floor of the gazebo. The night air hit your bare skin in a burst of moist heat that was nothing compared to the warm humidity between my thighs as I dropped down to my knees, taking your pants along with me. You barely had time to savor the sight of my golden head against your crotch before I left your shorts around your ankles and zeroed in on your erection. I drew you inside my mouth with one long, wet pull. "Oh Fuck, Ashleigh, baby!" Your moan echoed through the night as your hips bucked hard. I had a lip lock on you that was coiling your muscles so tight that the lightest brush of my hair around the skin of your balls made you shake. I gripped your ass with one hand, helping you to fuck your stiff rod into my mouth. My other hand gave your balls sweet attention, massaging in a firm, yet gentle squeeze. This did more than make you shake. You full-fledged rocked this time, driving your steel cock into my hot satin throat. My tongue was hot and insistent, wrapping you in a vortex of pleasure with every silken lick. "Fuck, baby if you don't stop, I'm gonna cum!" you said in a strangled gasp. But your words and your actions were at odds. You threaded your fingers into my soft hair, pulling me toward you...and your hips were swaying gently...and my tongue was rolling around your deliciously aching flesh, driving you out of your mind. "Damn, Ashleigh." Cupping my face with your hands, you forced me to stop the rhythm that would push you right over the edge. I replied with another long draw that made your knees buckle. "Fuck." You sank back against the rough wood of the gazebo's interior, feeling it scratch your back. When I sat on my haunches, drawing my mouth away and leaving your sweet erection exposed to the air, you groaned. You had me up on my feet before I had time to gasp. The filmy nothing I wore shimmered over my body in the darkness, but your eyes had long ago adjusted to the lack of light and you could see my every curve, the way my breasts quivered with each rise and fall of my chest. I wanted you to bury yourself inside me desperately. "Baby, please don't make me wait." I pleaded. "Get behind me." Your hands guided me to the railing. "Put your hands here and hang on." I moaned as I did your bidding, braced myself and pressed my sweet ass back against you to cradle your hardness between my silk-clad cheeks. You maneuvered aside the wispy silk, and wound up ripping apart snaps in your haste. There was now nothing to stop you from being where you wanted to be. Finding me wet and ready, you took aim and sank inside with one hot stroke that dragged a groan from the depths of you. My cry filled your ears, as I felt you throbbing inside. My body melted around you. "Yes, oh GOD! Baby fuck me! You feel so fuckin' good!" I exclaimed. You slipped your hands around me, down between my thighs. You rolled that nub with your fingertips, making me shudder and squeak with ecstasy, as my pussy began to clench around your fuck-pole. A full-bodied shiver went over me and wedged me around you even more. As you dragged your mouth against my neck, nuzzling against my hair, I whimpered as I felt my body being carried away by your spirit stirring inside me. I tipped my head to the side so I could feel your lips upon mine in some form, on the side of my mouth. Our tongues tangled, warm velvet, and tasting of sex, you drew out of me and sank into me again, thrusting and thrusting harder, deeper. "Oh fuck, I'm cummin'" I declared and ground my ass back against you. My wellspring of passion surged forth a warm wetness gushing around you like a fountain. Your finger slipped into my ass and felt the greedy squeezes of my body as I quaked around you. "Fuck! Ashleigh!" Your body gathered and tightened as you plunged into my heated wet softness, again and again. My cunt seized around you tighter with each stroke. Your body exploded sending your molten seed into the depths of me. "I adore you, I adore you." I said breathlessly, over and over as you grunted and growled your way through your orgasm. The sweat from our bodies and the wetness from our slippery sex made squishy, slapping sounds. The erotic sounds echoed through the misty night. Your finger slipped from my ass, and your hand from my pulsing clit, now so sensitive, I could barely stand another touch. "Whewwwwww!" You sounded breathlessly. Your heart thudded. Your thighs shook I felt you slip out of my wet slit, and the love juices draining down my thigh. I turned to you and planted a kiss of adoration and gratitude upon your succulent lips, and embraced my still shaking body to yours. "Mmm, I loved this. You were incredible." I said just inches from your lips. You wrapped your arms around me tightly. "The manual labor to get here was worth it love, now, who's gonna get us back across they bayou?" You teased. "Let's just lay on the grass and star bathe 'til we regain our strength, and I'll figure out another way to repay you." I said coyly.

Consumed by Raindear816© (Sweet Lil Wicked One) *Dedicated to the man whose love has given my heart wings.* Consumed I was unable to breathe until you breathed me in. I was unable to think until you filled my thoughts. I was unable to feel until you loved me. You have consumed me and made me whole. I love you.

Unconditional Gifts of Love by Raindear816© (Sweet Lil Wicked One) My thoughts of you ignite a fire within me. From my body to my soul there isn't an area you haven't touched. We've been together for years and I'm still surprised by the way you turn our journey into sometimes a wild ride! I'm proud that we share a soul connection like no other. You stimulate my creativity. I want to make love to you in unique ways. I want to give you an adventure every time we are together. In this life, you are an escape for me. A retreat to the more comfortable, peaceful, yet passionate part that my being yearns for. The thought of your lips touching mine sends me over the edge. I am swept away by the silky feeling of your lips on my neck; caressing my shoulders as you lift my hair and gently bite the fleshy area flaring from my neck, to bring out the animal in me. Oh! How you excite me!! I am set out as a meal before you. There is nothing on my body that is restricted for you to sample, or better yet, to devour. I tremble as I feel the adrenaline rushing over me while your mouth moves to my soft, full breasts. Your mouth is perfect. It fits around my nipple with such precision. I feel your tongue graze the tip and sends a wave of electricity throughout my being. You drive me wild. My back arches to you. Your hand moves from cupping my breast to grabbing me underneath my waist, pulling me to you. Oh, the feel of your chest against my femaleness is amazing. My clit can feel the pounding of your heart, it tells me you are just as excited as I am. Your kisses move lower as you tantalize my pierced navel with your tongue. You know I love that. Now, my hips are rising to meet you in anticipation of your mouth gliding lower. The heat that you have generated within me is evident. I cannot wait to feel your mouth over my warm wet opening. And, then, there you are! Teasing just a bit, you lick me around the outside of my swollen lips. I can hardly stand it anymore. I am begging you to devour this moist slit you have created. Your tongue parts my folds to reveal an erect and engorged clitoris, screaming for you. Your masterful tongue gives me such pleasure. I am almost over the edge of ecstasy. Your tongue dances a figure eight all around and over my hot button. I feel the climax approaching as my muscles tense and my body quivers. Push me over the edge, my lover, make me cum!! Oh yes!! I feel the pressure building as you insert two fingers into my glistening hole. Oh! My hips are grinding against your fingers and face. Your strokes are becoming more urgent, more frequent. You suck my clit and finger me to explosion. Finally a release of sheer ecstasy! You are merciless as you continue to pleasure me. My abs are as tight as can be from the muscles tensing. My femaleness is quaking and pouring, and you still continue, summoning me to keep cumming for you. To the edge again, oh my gosh, again I cum harder and with more intensity. I have saturated your face. I grab your head and push you further down as my juices pour and pour. Only you can make me "rain" like that. Only you can give me that intensity. Only you can drive me wild over and over again. I have released everything in me. I am dizzy, and collapse on to the bed, with a relaxed stormy-eyed look. You look up at me and retreat to my side. You kiss me gently on the forehead, nose, cheeks, upper then lower lip. This awakens me just like a kiss from prince charming. Your kisses, those tender and passionate kisses are little gifts you give to me over and over. You tell me to have sweet dreams as I drift off to sleep, knowing full well I will be reciprocating very soon. All night, I have had erotic dreams of you, sparking the sensuality in me. It is now an hour before the morning alarm is to awaken us, yet I am wide awake. I am hungry for you. You are laying on your side, so I snuggle up behind you. From top to bottom, I trace your back with my fingertips. Still, you do not stir. I persist with tender kisses upon the back of your neck and down your spine. I rub my naked body against yours. Skin on skin, how arousing! My hands caress you from your nice firm ass and underneath to feel the underside of your manhood. This awakens you. You moan slightly as you roll onto your back. Staring at me sleepy-eyed, you smile. I enthusiastically accept your smile as an invitation to continue. I throw the covers back to reveal your feet, and begin massaging them. Moving upward, I am kneading the muscles in your calves. I want you awake, but relaxed and under my spell. My magical touch on your thighs is just enough to excite you to erection. I come up to your hard and attentive maleness, drip some exotic oil of jasmine between my breasts and place you there, cradling you. You awaken as you beg me to suck your solid, enormous cock. I look at the longing in your eyes and begin to lick you with every thrust. My nipples are hard for you. My pussy is so wet, just knowing that I have excited you this much. Now, as much as I would love to climb atop you and ride you like there is no tomorrow; I want this moment to be all about you. I want to pleasure you to new planes of ecstasy. My mouth opens wider as you pump your swollen member between my large breasts. I am sucking the head of your cock. Noticing that it is engorged, I must take you deeper into my mouth. I can't believe I am nearly cumming with you this way. Now my left hand is holding you as I swallow you up. My other hand is massaging your balls, and as this area gets wet with my dripping saliva, I feel the urge to play with your ass. Oh my God! What excitement this is! So erotic, so sensual, so naughty. I am loving every minute of it. As I suck your hard cock, my finger begins to penetrate your ass. You respond with moans of delight and affirmations that I should continue. My finger is now deeper in your anus, all the while my tongue swirling around you as I am sucking your rock hard cock. And now, one finger gives way to two. Oh, how hot you are my lover! I am fingering your ass while feasting upon your delicious cock. I feel the muscles on the underside of you begin to tense as I massage your prostate. Your cock is so amazingly hard, I have never known it to be this concrete. You scream my name along with the declaration that you are about to climax. Sucking faster and with more intensity, I pump my two fingers in and out of your ass. Oh my God! I feel that I will cum too! You buck against my face, panting wildly, cheering me on with naughty words like, "fuck yeah, that's right, that's it, you are my whore, and that dripping wet pussy is mine!You cry out inaudible words. Finally from the explosion bursts the creamy delight I have longed to taste. Your ass tenses with every quake, every aftershock and I remove my fingers one by one. You are crazy with elation as I have drained you. You relax and I hear you breathing. I return to your side, where I look into your eyes and say, "Good morning, love. Thank you for last night. I'll make some breakfast for you. I want you to have a wonderful day." **please rate or comment or both ...Thank you.

An Erotic Shampoo by Raindear816© (Sweet Lil Wicked One) The phone rang. "Hello." "This is Shannah McKillian." Shannah was an executive of a graphic design company uptown. "Shannah, ma cherie, I noticed you have an appointment today at 6 p.m." It was Jude, he had a distinguishable, Creole-French accent with a molasses drawl. He was the only stylist she'd let within inches of her long blonde hair. Plus, she and he had been flirting subtly for quite sometime. She had a crush on him. Unlike any man she'd met before, he seemed to draw out her outrageously erotic and unchartered thoughts. "It has been a madhouse here. I'd hate to keep you waiting, cherie. Would you be kind enough to arrive at 7 instead. I want to be able to give you my full attention." Shannah smiled. She loved hearing his voice. It penetrated her core and made her flush from head to toe. "That will be just fine, I too have been swamped, so 7 o'clock works out well for us both. " Shannah's thoughts drifted from the designs on her desk, to the design of Jude's exquisite body. He was the owner and stylist of Salon Nouveau. He was well over 6 feet of hard muscle. His hair was a like rich, dark chocolate that laid thickly down over his collar, complimenting his tawny, olive skin and intoxicating whiskey-golden eyes. She'd been his client for at least 6 months; and had been enamored with him since the first time his eyes pierced her. Every time she'd come to see him, she made sure to flirt with him. She'd wink (almost involuntarily) at him during conversations. Laughing at his jokes, and sarcasm, she was swept away by his presence. While Jude would style and play with her hair, her leg would be like a magnet to the space in between his legs as he'd stand before her. His scalp massage was nearly orgasmic. Her entire body would tingle at his lightest touch. She wanted many times to pursue him beyond their professional relationship, but always chickened out. The attraction seemed to be a game for them both. Oh, how she wanted to just skip to more sensual games instead. Often after an appointment with Jude, Shannah would drive home, fantasizing about being with him. Her sex would be dripping wet once the drive home ended. She'd open the door, drop everything and begin to pleasure herself. She'd strum her clit like a fine violin, while thinking of grabbing those dark chocolate strands of his hair and pushing his face deep into the juncture between her thighs. Then she'd quake as the fault-line between her legs would gush like a broken dam. Jude was not the stereotypical hairdresser. He was very masculine and secure enough in his masculinity to express himself as an artist of hair. Secretly, he had a hair fetish and this profession was an outlet for him. It was his fantasy to make love to a beautiful woman's hair. He'd adored Shannah since the first shampoo. She had long, honeysuckle blonde locks that were like a golden haven awaiting his presence. He had entertained the idea many times of taking her hair and doing naughty things with it. He'd memorized the shape, length, texture and silk of her hair. After months of getting to know her through regular appointments, he saw past her hair to the woman within. He appreciated the sound of her delicate voice, her smile, and her petite but voluptuous body. He was beginning to fall for her, HARD. That's why he cleared all of the appointments for the evening except Shannah's. He'd sent all his employees home for the evening. He needed time to prepare the atmosphere in order to seduce Shannah. He thoughtfully lit candles all over the salon to help mask the scent of perm solutions, dyes, and acrylic nails. He put on some soothing, slow jazz music, chilled champagne, and prepared a tray of cheese and fruit. Tonight he would expose his feelings to her, taking a chance that she would accept him, and hopefully expose much more. After Shannah left the office, the trip through rush hour traffic was a blur. She was hoping on the off-chance that she'd be the only client left with Jude for the evening. Hoping that maybe there would be some private time to approach him and share her desires and attraction for him. Her sex life was nonexistent. Her only intimate moments were solo, or with her battery operated boyfriend. Her heart began to flutter as if it had wings as she thought of Jude and the possibilities for adventurous sex with the dark and mysterious man. A small spark of determination lit inside her. Like a fuse traveling towards its explosive destination, it fired along her nerve endings, heating her blood and giving strength to the idea of taking advantage of any time she may have with Jude. That burning desire began to consume her. Tonight, she'd be like a tigress on the prowl. She would act strictly by animalistic instinct. She arrived at the Salon, only to curiously find it dimly lit. Brandy, the receptionist, wasn't there to greet her and check her in. In fact, everyone was gone. Shannah began to think she'd gotten the date wrong. But it couldn't be! Jude had called today. He confirmed...seven o'clock. She thought. Relief washed over her as Jude emerged. He looked as delicious as ever. What a visual feast. He was lean and tawny like a jungle cat, with the same coiled energy waiting to spring. His gaze was predatory, as he looked at her like he wanted to snap her up. In some indefinable sense, he was more present in his body than any man she'd ever seen. Blood thundered in her ears. "Hello cherie. So happy to see you! You're more beautiful every time I see you!" He embraced her, catching a whiff of her silken locks. She had a unique scent, like a sweet vapor emitted after the first 5 minutes of a rain shower, with a light musk that lingered and tantalized him. She held the embrace as long as she could. Feeling his body pressed to hers, she envisioned him naked, causing her pulse to quicken. Too long without sex, she warned herself silently. "Wow, looks like it's just you and me this evening," said Shannah with nervous excitement. Maybe it had to do with those piercing eyes of his. Maybe it had to do with the sharp edge of desire that suddenly sliced through her. Maybe it was because she just wanted to fuck him rigid. She felt creamy beneath her panties. "Yes, just you and me, cherie. I hope you aren't uncomfortable. All the other employees were finished, so I let them have some time off." "Mmm, great boss." She was flirting. There was definitely a wink with that statement. "Did something happen with the lights? Candles are great, but I don't perceive how you'll be able to see how to take care of this mop of mine." She loosened her ponytail, letting her hair fall past her shoulders. Jude's heart was pounding and his palms were sweating. "Actually," he smiled coyly, "I wanted you here...alone." He moved closer to her, his smile turning wickedly sexy. "All this for me? Jude, surely you knew I was attracted to you. This is too much, really! I didn't realize..." His kiss interrupted her. He dipped his head down, taking a light nip at her lower lip, sliding a hand around her waist to draw her closer to the sizzling heat of his magniificent body. She shivered. "I've thought about those lips." He traced their fullness with a finger. "I wondered how you'd respond if I did this---" He brushed her lips with the tip of his stippled tongue, feather-light, tempting them to part as her breath shuddered out. Tigress, Shannah! Tigress!!! "Maybe you should just do this," she whispered and closed her mouth over his in a hard, urgent kiss that sent them both spinning into passion, unable to think, only to feel. Jude's mouth, hot and demanding, made no pretense of gentleness, only animalistic hunger. He wrapped his hands in her hair, caressing, arousing himself through his secret fantasy. His body was hard against her, the insistent pressure of his desire emitted a power that overwhelmed her. Long minutes passed as they dove into one another, hands roving, tongues dancing, mouths locked. The soft release of breath punctuated the silence. Though she'd often satisfied her need to be touched, solo, she starved to feel his hands on her body. Need flooded her, making her almost whimper for more. Shannah ran her fingers across his cheek and into his thick, rich umber hair, as Jude made a low sound like a growl in his throat and pulled her closer. He had wanted her, but had no idea that kissing her would be like a fist in his gut, robbing him of air, making his head spin, leaving him weak. He was nearly powerless from the hold she had on him. She broke from the kiss, "Jude, I..." "Shh...cherie, I want you." He spoke only inches away from her lips. "I want you in every way. Give yourself to me tonight, in ways you've never experienced." Had he read her mind? Shannah gasped, "Yes." He undressed her, confirming his fantasy of firm, large breasts with taut beads for nipples underneath the black sheer bra. He watched her hungrily as she shed her clothing, leaving only her undergarments. "Aren't you going to join me?" Shannah was staring at his clothing, imagining what lie beneath them. His trance was broken by her inquiry."...um...Oh yes darlin'." He removed his black T-shirt. A jolt went through her entire system. Jude stood with his shirt off, staring back at her. He hoped she was pleased. For an instant, everything stopped while she stared at the corrugated muscles of his belly, trying to remember to breathe. Flat ridges of muscle defined his abs and pecs. The taut cannonball lines of his shoulders and arms spoke of power and control, of energy coiled into muscle built by effort and determination. There was a shadowy trail of hair that ran down his belly to disappear in the waistband of his jeans. That fantastic material encasing treasures beneath, dropped to the floor as he kicked it away across the floor. He was exposed now only in gray boxer-briefs. His body was like a magnet to hers, drawing them to embrace. Time seemed to stop as they savored the mesmerizing sensation of flesh against flesh. Jude's smooth skin over bone and sinew, beckoned her to keep touching him. Her hands explored southern regions where is back dipped low before rising to the tight curve of his ass. And in front, he was well endowed and obviously stimulated. Suddenly her mind filled with the vivid image of them naked together, her bare skin pressed against his, his hands tormenting her until she was hot and mindless. Her sex began to ooze with creamy delight. Jude's fingers popped the front clasp of her black sheer bra, freeing the perfect globes of her breasts. One hand slid down to her black lace thong, dipping inside to feel the passion welling up inside and dripping from her. Those delicate fibers dropped to the floor as well. Shannah sighed against him. The sudden urge of wanting overwhelmed her. As he stroked her supple, shaven mound of flesh, sensations vibrated through her, making her excruciatingly aware of every atom in her body. She needed his hands on her everywhere, needed him to take her to sensual planes untouched, but desperately desired. She was lost in the moment and stripped his erection from the confines of the exquisite gray cotton. She felt the rigidity and pulse of his throbbing member. Just as she began to lower her kisses, to kneel and take him into her mouth, Jude stopped her. "Come with me cherie." Shannah followed him to the shampoo station. The leather chair before her was ergonomically figured to the curve of the person lying on it. He led her to lie down. The back of the chair reclined with her weight, comfortably. Shannah felt as if she was floating. This was definitely a detour from the mundane sexual experiences she'd previously had. She loved it! Jude edged toward her. He'd imagined she'd feel like this, soft, taut and tempting. He wanted to be on her and in her, but somehow he wanted more, driven by some edge he couldn't name. Shannah shivered at the touch of his hands. His mouth on hers kept her mind clear of thought. As he worked his way down, brushing lightly, his fingertips slipped down on her torso, rubbing over her nipples until they were unbearably sensitive. She gasped as his fingers stroked the soft flesh, touching a nipple. It jolted her entire system, the heat, the pressure, the friction. Jude rolled the nubbin flesh between his fingers until she moaned and then slipped his hand around the firm globe of her breast. She arched her back toward him, toward the pressure of that wonderful hand. Need and desire had her twisting against him. She caught their reflection in the mirrored wall behind him. Jude's dark torso against the pale flesh of her body was better than any picture she'd painted of the two of them in her mind. Jude bent, putting his mouth against her, snaking his tongue over her nipple, sucking, and biting it until she gave a strangled cry, giving the other one equal attention. His mouth was sending her places she'd never been, as he stroked down over her hips, along the outside of her thighs, trailing up along the sensitive inner flesh. In a circle, definitely hypnotic, they ran up and down her slippery pink flesh, as the stroke of his tongue and the scrape of his teeth on her nipples drove her mad. Those clever fingers slid between her folds, finding her hot and wet. Shannah stiffened and squealed out to his touch. She moved against it. Jude stroked her slowly. Teasingly, he traced a path over her quivering stomach with his tongue. But feeling her shudder against his hand wasn't enough. He wanted, needed to taste her. He found her with his tongue. She tasted like passion and her flavor was intoxicating to him. Jude knew from her incoherent cries and the helpless motions of her hips, that the swirling tornado of his tongue was pushing her over the edge. He wanted more though, it just wasn't enough. He wanted to feel her moving against him when she came, knowing that she'd surrendered herself to tumbling over the edge. He licked and stroked, sucked and nipped to drive her there. Her throat hummed with pleasure. Those low pitched coos entered his brain and traveled like a soft steady caress down to his groin. He pulled her open with his hands, squeezed underneath her bottom, thrusting his tongue inside her. Shannah squirmed at the growing pressure. With his teeth shielded by the masculine texture of his lips, he bit down, pushing his mouth against that tender bud that would unleash the firestorm kindled inside her. He drove his tongue in, again and again, squeezing her between his mouth and hands. Her legs felt tingly and began to shake. Her toes curled. "Mmm---" She gasped for air. "I want you inside me. I want you..." "Trust me, Shannah. One hand slipped from her bottom and palmed her belly, her back arched as her hips thrust forward and he pulled her against him with his mouth. At his final draw on her, the dam inside her cracked with weepy passion. "Let it come, cherie." He urged her on, "Let it come." Shannah grabbed his dark chocolate strands pushing his face deeper as she cried out. He melted her core and she exploded. As wave after wave of orgasm washed over her, Jude rested his mouth on her sex, drinking her nectar, and smiling behind her flesh, as he felt her femaleness contract and release with each wave. She cooed like a dove and unknowingly caressed his head as it rested there. When her quakes subsided, he rose from her, kissed her softly and whispered upon her lips, "Now, I believe I owe you a shampoo." Waking from a dreamy daze, Shannah tried desperately to form words, "w-what? a shampoo?" As he towered over her, he guided her head up the chair to recline back to the sink. Shannah caught a wonderful glimpse of Jude's turgid flesh, leaking slightly with precum. The enormous vein of the shaft of his cock strained against his own flesh. The head was engorged, a shiny, yet velvety, purple work of art. Mmmm. She wanted that man. Wanted his cock in her mouth, in any orifice she could offer. What the hell was he doing wasting time on a shampoo? Warm water washed over her scalp, weighting down her hair. Jude shampooed her hair, giving that awesome scalp massage. This caused muffled moans to escape her. She looked up at him as he towered over her, putting every once of his being into giving her more pleasure. She wondered if he'd allow her to return the favor. Her sex, still swollen and leaking, was now aching for him. Her eyes closed once again. Little did she know, Jude was conquering his ultimate fantasy. "Are you enjoying this, my darlin'?" "Mmm...it's wonderful, but, um..." She opened her eyes to focus on his face in the conversation, but found something she did not expect in the least. Jude had placed his cock in her hair and began to stroke and caress his stiffened shaft with her golden locks. At first she thought it was very strange. What the hell is he doing? She watched him with great intensity. She began to get quite flushed, sensual adrenaline rushed over her. Jude was totally oblivious to her unwavering glower. He began to moan in French as his cock was thrusting a sexual onslaught of her hair. "Bon, ma cherie! Oui! Oui! Bon, ma cherie!" His fantastic fucking of her hair became more urgent. Shannah was completely melted from within as those sexy French words were uttered with pleasure in his voice. Hell, he could fuck her hair however he wanted if he kept speaking that lovely language with that sexy voice. With his every thrust, Shannah found herself becoming more aroused. Jude was rubbing his thick, hot cock over her scalp, into her hair, grazing her cheek, smearing a bit of precum there. She took her finger wiped it away and sucked it off her finger as if it were a tiny penis. The wetness of her finger from his essence inspired her to seek pleasure with him. She slipped her hands over her breasts; palming and pinching them until they felt heavy and hot. Quiet moans escaped her in harmony, as Jude's erotic cadence drew him near the bridge over the unchartered, but mystical abyss his body and mind had longed for. She teased and plucked her flesh, urging her lover on with every tendril of raw, hot sexual excitement. Her clit was swollen, wet, and throbbing. She licked her fingers, wetting her nipples, imagining his mouth over them. She looked up again to find Jude thrusting right over the middle of her scalp; with her strands of wheat wrapped around his shaft. She noticed that his cock-head was leaking, nearly pulsing. She smiled as she watched his every facial expression. His face was one that displayed total ecstasy. His every upward thrust inspired her to slide her finger up and down her slit, drawing circles, and figure-eights over and over. Then, she slipped two fingers inside and began fucking her glistening hole. Her labial folds were sticky, making squishing sounds with his exquisite French moans. The tension coiled tighter and tighter as she felt both the hypnotic stroking of her hand, and also the lustful thrusting of his cock tangled in her flaxen locks. Jude's molasses drawl and those Creole-French words of sex and pleasure propelled her higher and higher. He drove harder, gripping her hair, tugging it now. The sweet torment and the intensity of the enthralling sensations for them both were now unbearable. Shannah looked at him and she saw the bulbous organ as it caressed the left cheek of her face, then once again tantalized her forehead. "Oh Shannah, ma cherie, I want to spill myself into your hair!!" He was nearly breathless now. Lust was searing them both, for she was nearly ready to ride the crescent wave of orgasm with him. "Cum for me, Jude! Just cum!" She urged, and nearly demanded, as he was about to finish fulfilling his fantasy. She knew she would cum too. So they did. In a blazing burst, Shannah came, shuddering. Jude's legs began to feel languid. They cried out mindlessly as Shannah gushed and Jude's cock erupted volcanically, sending his molten seed into her blonde haven, filling it with liquid silk. His essence jetted into and over her head, dripping on her face, and landing on the cleavage between her breasts. Jude appeared to be in a daze, dreamy, even euphoric. Now, Shannah found herself swept into Jude's fantasy. She felt invigorated, rose from the chair, and pulled the bewildered man down to the floor. Yes, she realized his fetish for what it was and wanted to enjoy it with him. Jude spoke in ragged breaths,"Shannah, ma cherie, oh c'est bon! You have know idea how long I've wanted to take your hair, make love to it and condition it with my essence." She pushed him gently making him lie flat upon the cool tile floor. She also borrowed his words. "Shhh, mon cher, it's not over." As Jude lay there, confused, he was surprised to find Shannah hovering over him with a mischievous grin. Her hair was sopping wet, from the shampoo, the water, and his extraordinary seminal conditioner. She stood, straddling his naked body at the torso, flipped her cum soaked locks over, coating his flesh and dragged it over his body. She worked her way down, leaving a silky trail from his chin to his toes. "Mmm, oui cherie." Jude's cock was stiffening again. Shannah gave a sexy, come-hither smile. "Now it's my turn to share your fetish." Beginning with a kiss, she hungrily feasted upon his lips and tongue. Then she licked and sucked every inch of his cum soaked body; saving his magnificent cock for last. She was driving him wild, intentionally. Her warm and welcoming mouth sucked deeply, as her tongue twirled around his rigid shaft. She took him deep into her throat over and over, savoring the length of him. She sucked thirstily as her mouth feasted upon his flesh voraciously. Just as she felt the vein of his shaft stiffening with a raging pulse, as if it were ready to burst, she moved to squat over him. She let his engorged head tease her clit, then her hole, until neither could stand another moment without penetration. Shannah lowered herself slowly, sinking down as she guided his dense and throbbing manhood into her wanton pussy. She squealed, almost a squeak of delight as she rode him to the base. Jude stared into her eyes, then watched her tits bounce with every delicious squat. Shannah then separated her hair as if she were making 'pigtails' over each shoulder. She gave them to her lover, as 'reigns' to hold and control the ride. Jude beamed as if he were given the best treasure in the world. Up and down the core of him, she forced her pussy to coat him like a well oiled piston, with alternations of deep grinding. His grip upon her hair tightened with each mind-numbing motion. Their bodies were now in sweet suffusion, deliciously savoring each other's pulse, and the smell of their sexual musk. Her most intimate muscles clenched and sucked his boulder-like cock. It was arduous for either to extend their climax. There was immeasurable intensity as Shannah bucked diligently; her hands used his tawny chest as leverage. She felt his entire pectoral muscles becoming rigid. Then, she reached behind her ass, as she rocked back and forth, giving his balls an intoxicating squeeze. "Cum with me, Jude. Crash and explode inside me." She rode harder, deeper, faster. One hand on his left nipple, pinching lightly; the other holding his balls as she ground down onto him. Shannah was being relentless. A Tigress. He brought out the animal inside her. He made her a Tigress. She began panting, feeling him hit her cervical mound and grazing her G-spot. Jude's hand found her clit, circled it mercilessly, causing the rippled walls of her vaginal passage to narrow, closing in on the explorer inside. That was just enough to send them both over the cliff of ecstasy. Tumbling... Tumbling... Tumbling. Jude came with a fury. Each eruption caused his body to tremble and convulse as the ropes of his orgasm whipped him like a 'cat of nine tails'. It was all he could do to breathe, much less let the tangled strands of Shannah's hair, free. Shannah's nectar poured from her, adding to their sensual mix. She rolled off of him and lay there with her head on his chest, panting. Their juices drained from her with every after-shocking quake of her sex. Jude was trying to regain composure. He looked so relaxed. It was almost if he could fall asleep. "Mmm, Wow! What an appointment! I can honestly say, I've not experienced such a...um... shampoo in my life. Thank you for this wonderful surprise. This gives a whole new meaning to the word, 'hair-do', she giggled. "What I got was far better!" She smiled with a gleam that could brighten any dark place. He spoke breathlessly, "Cherie, I will be right back." "Where are you going?" she said in a whimper. He just smiled and turned around to step away. Shannah savored the vision of his backside. GOD what an incredible ass!!! She licked her lips, as visions of their love-making were still fresh in her mind. Jude returned, carrying 2 flutes of champagne and a bowl of fresh strawberries. He handed her a glass. As she sipped the sweetness, he dipped a strawberry into the champagne and traced her nipples with it, then took a bite of the berry and kissed her. He moved swiftly to her aching, succulent nipples. "Ya know ma cherie, we do need to schedule a real appointment to do your hair, soon." Jude smiled with a devilish grin. "How's tomorrow...night?" His eyes sparkled. Shannah smirked using a strawberry of her own, to return the favor, only this time, she moved south. *Please take a moment to rate this story, and comment if you like. Thank you.*

Prelude To The RainStorm by Raindear816© (Sweet Lil Wicked One) On a warm, but not sweltering spring day, the sun is out and shining, however the scent of rain is present. We are strolling alongside a meadow filled with butterflies and wildflowers. Up ahead, there is a tiny brook babbling down through river trodden stones, smooth for skipping, if one felt the urge to indulge their playful side. We come upon a rock of slate beside the brook where we decide to rest for a bit and enjoy one another. As I sit here, I cherish the presence of you. Your arm is around me, my head is rested on your chest while my long, blonde hair lays partially down the top part of your forearm. I can hear your heart beating along with the brook running its way through the earth, what a lovely melody. We exist as a miracle among miracles, two lovers listening to the soothing sounds of water flowing through those smooth stones, making mini rapids as it cuts its way through the Earth. Suddenly the sun disappears from the sky as it is enveloped by a gray, but not menacing cloud. The sky opens up and rain from heaven begins to drizzle. I am at first, taken aback by the cool droplets, and seek the shelter of your arms and the comfort of my head upon your chest as I begin to hide my face from the rain. You tenderly pull me close and whisper, "it's okay baby." You gently lift my chin to you as the raindrops "pitter-patter" over my face. My eyes are only half open as I lean into you and you press your lips on mine, lingering there for a bit to seal our connection. Warmth spreads through me from the electricity we generate. As our kiss becomes a rhythmic dance of tongues and flesh savored by each taste, the passion roars through us. You notice that despite the heat, my body is trembling from the chill of the rain, and that my tiny white T-shirt is soaked, exposing taut beads that are my erect nipples. Without hesitation, with a shared glare into each other's eyes, words are unnecessary as we grasp at the fabric keeping our flesh from touching. The drizzle of rain accelerates into a light sprinkle. We throw caution to the wind, (or in this case, rain) as you lay my body against the smooth slate bed. I am naked before you, the rain is bouncing off my flesh causing my senses to heighten. You nibble at my breasts, summoning a strength of passion within me that I was unaware of until this very moment. The steady flick, flick, flick of your tongue across the tip of my milky mounds makes a heated languor flow through me, giving me an oozy pleasure that emphasizes the power of your touch. The muscles in my most intimate places are awakened, as I clench your broad shoulders, digging my nails into your flesh slightly. Your hands explore my body. I feel you slipping your fingers toward the needy ache between my thighs as I let them drift apart. Such an extraordinary man you are! With deliberate thoughtfulness, you continue at my breasts, and then I feel you dip a finger into my wetness and roll your forefinger around that sensitive nub round and round between my folds. The pressure is just enough to make me yearn with a delirious ache that spreads inside of me. My breathing becomes shallow, and my legs begin to quiver. As you kiss me deeply, I whisper a plead for you not to stop that steady, exquisite motion, round, round, and round. I continue to moisten with the creamy heat you summon from me. My hands find the engorged and wanting part of you and I begin to caress and stroke you. I love the power you emanate there, a throbbing, pulsing desire. I am hardly aware of the rain beating down harder as my inner muscles soon gather tight in time with your slow steady circles, causing deep inner clenches. Trembling, I fight against my approaching climax. I want you inside of me. You can read the hunger in my eyes as you see the blue oceanic color awash with the flakes of gold flickering like the flame you brand into me. My mouth catches raindrops with each moan. You lift me off of the rock to the lie on the soft earth below. My body feels disconnected, legs weighted with a languid heat, yet every inch of my skin tingles as a low vibration from your mouth begins and ends at the most intimate place between my thighs. Your tongue parts my lips as you lick me ever so lightly to stimulate my delicate senses there. As you concentrate your attention on my clit, I can no longer hold back. My hips roll and grind back and forth against your face. My orgasm rips violently through me. My body is writhing as you come up and kiss me on my rain-soaked mouth. I can taste my nectar on your lips. I beg you to get inside of me. You press your hot length inside of me. The velvety head of your cock pops passed my passionate entrance, sinking in all the way, until I feel completely filled, not just in my body, but in my soul. Rain pours in torrentially as you impale yourself into me. Showers are drenching our nakedness, but only heighten our senses with the cool drops over our bodies on fire for each other. Steam is almost evident from passion's flame in the dampness. I feel you hitting the depth of me with each silken stroke. You have entered my being, sealing us forever in the love and heat of this moment. You grab my legs and raise one over your shoulder, moving my body almost sideways, as you thrust in and out of me. Nothing else exists but you and in this primitive moment, just nature taking its course between two mates who are hungry for one another. I feel the throbbing increase as the walls of my femaleness grip and suck you. You pause for a moment to savor the pulse of love you are drilling into me. I see the intensity in your eyes, pools of hazel green with bursts of amber, giving away the secret of your impending climax. I feel you wave into and almost out of me while raindrops bounce off of our union. Your free hand slips passed my thigh to the entrance of my ass. This incredible surge of energy brings me to the edge of orgasm again. I want to cum with you this time. The stimulation of your fingertip teasing its way into my ass causes a clenching that sends you in to the abyss. With deep guttural groans and thrashing about, I feel the burst of your essence into me. My own rain is pouring out of me as your cock explodes inside of me, sending us both into oblivion with a blaze of desire quenched with satisfaction. I am now riding the crest of that orgasmic wave with you. I am guided by your course as the rain above us relents, and I sail with you to the shore of your comforting and secure arms. The sun peeks out from behind the clouds, casting a prismatic effect over the brook beside us. We lay there in the warmth of the sun and our love, knowing that we have another memory to treasure, forever. I am so grateful for you.

The RainStorm by Raindear816© (Sweet Lil Wicked One) As I wait here with you, watching the rain drops on your face, there's an uncontrollable urge inside of me, to lick them off one by one. My lapping gives way to your lips, my full soft lips over yours as my tongue traces the inside, gently, then passion sets me on fire, I must kiss you deeply. I cannot just lay here beside you. I must climb on top of you as I run my fingers through your hair, kissing you softly upon your eyelids, the bridge of your nose, to your lips again. This time another passionate kiss, then under your chin, down your neck, and my long blonde hair flows over you as I move lower with my gentle kisses. I graze your left nipple, then the right, with my tongue. I trace you again, lower still. My breasts drape over you, the nipples erect and following your body as my mouth goes near to the excited part of you, but I tease a little. Once again, my tongue traces the sensitive inside of your thighs, like the bottom of the shape of a heart. I look up at you. Your eyes are open and I am suddenly aware that you've been watching me all this time. I feel the moistening between my thighs. I didn't realize I'd enjoy knowing you were watching, but you bring out the exhibitionist in me. I am so excited and show you when I lovingly and tenderly take your hard cock into my mouth. You feel the satin walls of my mouth and the erotic texture of my tongue as they twirl about you. I take you deeper, until you feel the loving well that is my throat. Rain sprinkles down, steam rises from our bodies as we are hotter than the hinges of hell for one another. I feel you growing inside of me, pounding a pulse that is fueled by desire. My mouth does a pole dance of sorts. I slide you in and out of my mouth, up, down, back, forth, twisting my silken lips, around and up to the tip and back down as deep as you can go. All the while I am looking into your eyes as I am pleasuring you. I love the needful look in your eyes, so helpless, so despparate for my attention, and I revel in the privilege of giving it to you. I read you, your eyes are saying, "come to me babe," so I come up to you, and kiss you passionately. You grab the small of my waist firmly as I allow you to enter me. We align in perfect oneness. You penetrate not only the warm, wet environment you have created, but also my soul. Your rock hardness separates my pussy into 2 halves of a peach, my nectar flows. I am in total ecstasy as I feel you enter me for the first time. I want to go slow and yet I am so excited, it is difficult to maintain a slow steady rhythm. I want to ride you harder, deeper, faster. So I bring my knees up on each side of you, straddling, squatting over you as my hands are on your chest, massaging your muscles, looking in to your eyes. I am over you now in control of the rhythm, the pace, the depth and strength of our connection. I cannot hold back. I want all of you that you can or want to give to me. I am rocking you in the wet ground, I am rolling my hips as we connect, and reconnect. I am feeling every inch of you, as my muscles tighten and release, constrict around you. You know me. You feel me. You read me. You know it won't be long until I am raining over you. It will not long until I nearly pass out from the intense eroticism that we are sharing as one. The passion rises until I just burst. I am showering you with the love that is our making. You feel me pouring over you with the rain that is from my body, from the depth of my being. I feel your pulsing hardness inside me. As the intensity rises, I feel you explode inside of me, sending me higher as I maintain the position that has brought both of us to this peak. I milk every drop of you, until there is only you and I and our mixture of love. I collapse into your arms where we bask in the bliss and the wonderment of all that has occurred, not one bit disturbed by the raindrops. It is here that we are at peace with ourselves and each other. What has occurred has sealed us by this moment for eternity. We have experienced our heart beating as one, our breath upon each other's skin, we have experienced each other's soul. No matter where I go or you go, we will always have this moment to take with us. ***Please take a moment to rate and or comment upon this story. I certainly appreciate it!***

Something New by Raindear816© (Sweet Lil Wicked One) I lay sleeping while you, my lover watch me. The moonlight casts a glow over my naked body. You study me, watching the rise and fall of my breasts as I breathe. My body is like a magnet to your hands. Drawing you close to me, I feel your gentle touch as you lightly brush my shoulder with your fingertips and trail down my arm to my side and follow the curves of my body. I remain asleep, I do not stir. Your lips tenderly kiss my forehead and then down my cheek to my neck. My body awakens to your touch as your passion for me rises and your hands explore my body. I awake to feel you kissing passionately from my neck and up to my lips as soft as a rose petal. I open my eyes and gaze into yours as we read each other in the moonlight, there's no need for an exchange of words. Your naked, sexy body on mine stimulates my femaleness to swell and moisten. Your kisses move lower still to my breasts where you cup one, twisting the nipple. The other you lightly suck and bite on. This drives me wild. As I arch my body to you, you devour each breast and leave them dripping wet from your desire for me. Aggressively kissing lower, with light nibbles over my navel, your tongue flicks around the gold ring I have there, sending tingles through me to my clit. I can hardly wait to feel you licking and sucking my hot, swollen,and wet slit. You get down between my thighs and lick the inside of each one to tease me for what is to come. I reach down to guide you, that's when you slip my hands underneath me, commanding me not to move them. Your tongue slices me in two as you lick and divide my lips to seek my hot button. Almost there, and then, "yes!", I moan. You look up and tell me, "shhhhhh...I want you to save your voice for later when u are screaming my name." My hips grind toward your tongue as you lick me deep and your tongue enters my hot, wet, hollow place of desire. It penetrates me, making me crave your throbbing cock. Oh, you my spellbinding lover, take your masterful tongue and flick my clit, which in turn makes my body arch as I beg for more. "Please don't tease me lover! " I want to rain my sweet nectar all over your lips. Your persist at my clit, flicking it and sucking it while moaning. The vibrations of your voice nearly pushes me over the edge. Moaning as you are ravishing my body, I am so close to cumming. And then, as if you were leaving, you arise from me, remove yourself from my womanhood, look at me and ask me, "how bad do you want my cock inside you now?" Taken aback by your question, I don't respond quickly enough. You ask me again with such intensity in your voice, "HOW BAD DO YOU WANT MY COCK?" I quickly say, "oh so much baby! I want you inside of me!" You turn me over lifting me by my waist to make me bend in front of you. You thrust your rock hard cock inside me, so hard, it feels like it was chiseled out of stone. I feel you hit the bottom of my love well. Your hands hold and squeeze my soft ass as you pump me and rock me. I am so turned on by the force you are emanating; so powerful, so strong. I hear you inquiring, "is it good baby? Tell me how good it feels." I want to scream with pure ecstasy, so I reply, "oh god baby, you feel too good! I love the way your cock fits inside me. " It fits like a glove. My pussy is gripping you. I say to you," OH GOD YES YOU FEEL SO DAMN GOOD!" Smugly you reply, "yeah, I thought it was feeling good. You better come for me, I want you to pour. I want to feel the cum dripping from my balls!" I love it when you talk to me that way. A new sensation intensifies the moment as you hold my hip with one hand and pull my hair with the other as you thrust deep and harder into me. Then another surprise when I feel you slap my ass. Spanking me with harder licks, you ask,"how much do you want my cum?" SPANK Feeling you tugging at my hair, I say, "give it to me baby! I want to feel you shooting inside me!" SPANK Persistently, as if mocking me, you ask, "Do you SPANK want my SPANK cum? I want to FUCKING KNOW! Tell me, 'you better cum for me mother-fucker!'" Not used to calling you that word, I hesitate. SPANK "Tell me bitch!" SPANK "TELL ME!" I scream, "YOU BETTER CUM IN ME MOTHER-FUCKER!" Begging over and over with each thrust, "Fuck me hard baby! OH GOD YES!" SPANK "Fuck me!" SPANK "Fuck me!" "CUM HARD FOR ME MOTHER-FUCKER!" With this last request, I feel you tug my hair back as you thrust your hips forward and pull mine back to you. I feel the explosion as you moan heavily. I feel every pulsation as you are drained from the walls of my womanhood gripping and sucking you dry. "YES! OH MY GOD! YES!" And then the release of sweet nectar, I am cumming for you. My muscles contracting as you thrust. I cum, no, I pour and saturate you. Our mixture of love is draining from me. You feel the juices dripping down your balls. I scream your name with elation. A final thrust from you, and then the sweet surrender to ecstasy as you collapse over my back. I feel the sweat from your brow and your body shaking from the intensity of the moment. I too collapse and you slide off and behind me to my side. With you now, I am relaxed in your arms as you cradle my body with yours. The strength I draw and the security of your love amazes me. One moment, wild insatiable, intensely erotic and then the next moment, peace, tranquility and calm. I lay there and bask in the bliss of the "after time". You whisper, "that was incredible, did I hurt you in the craziness of it all?" I smile and snuggle deeper into you and reassure you, "You drive me wild! You were perfect!" That is our love, perfect with the versatility to be spontaneously naughty with a little "S&M," or to be comfortable with passionate lovemaking, just however the mood presents itself. We are inspired by our feelings and in turn are more than satisfied with each other. *** PLease take a moment and comment or rate this story*** thank you.***