Firelight created a silhouette of my body through the thin fabric that was to be my gown for this evening. My full hips would surely hold his fascination. I slowly made my way to the door to greet him. As the door swung open a powerful tingling invaded my sensitive spots. Wetness ensued. His arms wrapped tightly around my soft sexxy body. Thoughts of all that would transpire in the next few hours were overwhelming and left my kitty pulsating in sweet anticipation. Glances were exchanged and deep kisses savored. I looked up at you innocently and asked if I could take your coat…all the while wishing I could take your virginity.
    I lead you into the room and seat my self on the couch and pat the cushion beside me urging you to sit next to me. Candles line the room and give off just the right amount of light to create a delightfully stimulating ambiance. I look at your body, the skin of your neck glistening in the still night air as you gallantly glide across the room and I smile with secret delight. Walking over to me, you gaze down at my face, reaching out to stroke the dark hair framing it. Leaning over you lightly kiss my soft lips, tasting their flavor. My body tingles, as I wrap a dark tendril around my finger as the candle flames highlight the fiery strands mixed in. Leaving a kiss on the tendril, I let it fall to your shoulder and move to lie beside you, my heart beating hard with the passion of past-remembered trysts.
    Now seated beside me you extended your hand out and grasped it. You pulled me up on your lap. I felt your throbbing member cutting into my round derrière. My mind raced with ideas on how to fully utilize such a hard present. We could not keep our hands off each other. Our clothes found their resting-place on a chair. Naked, our two bodies were guided together forced by powers unknown.
    The wine flowed, as did the sweet nectar my body had stored up for you. You knew all the right places to stroke, to caress, to kiss and to lick. I could not contain myself. Moans escaped my formerly pursed lips as you sensually began to glide your finger tips down to places of a wett and aching destination. Innocently I murmured for you to please relieve the tightness I felt with your finger. You could not help but oblige. I humped your finger and then laid backwards over the coach arm and hiked my sweet two lips upwards towards your face. I wanted to be French kissed on my two other lips. I needed to be kissed down their so passionately that my clittie would go numb and I would just explode, my juices splashing all over your face and cheeks and dripping down your chin. I need you to taste me and drink of my sweet nectar. I feverishly desired to engulf you in my liquid heat.