Hi, it’s Michael, and I’m a Gemini. For those of you not familiar with the signs of the Zodiac, Gemini is the twin(s). About Gemini’s it is said that they spend their entire lives looking for their lost partner, this is what drives them and completes them. Gemini’s have the innate ability to assume many personality characteristics, including all the major ones of the other zodiac signs. We usually get along with everyone, people are drawn to us, and we have that charisma thing. We are also known for our active and creative minds, the kind of mind that is never bored, or to look at it another way, can get bored very easily. In many ways, I believe I am a classic Gemini!
Melissa, my smoldering flirtatious friend of the past month is a Scorpio, or more to the point, a Scorpion. Scorpions are deep thinkers, so they are attracted the kind of mind I have, in fact that is what attracted Melissa to me in the first place. Before we had a sexy thought about each other she had read some of my writing, and I think had begun to get attracted to me before we ever got together. And so when we did meet, the mental connection was leading the way, a real meeting of the minds and souls took place and so there was a certain psychological chemistry taking hold of us.
I’m not exactly sure when it happened, but somewhere along the line, I encountered the legendary gaze of the Scorpion, a gaze that is a sexual stare-down of the most intense kind. Now I seldom blink at anything, and I didn’t really blink at this stare, but it did stop me in my tracks, and more importantly it paved the way for the sexual connection to take place. You see, Melissa has eyes, eyes that could undo your zipper, make you rock hard, and have your mouth go dry, all at the same time, without so much as lifting a finger. They are dark and mysterious, surely in keeping with her secretive nature, another Scorpion characteristic, and they exude fire! Was she aware of how she was using them? I would bet anything she was, but I could not be sure of anything.
So there we were, heating up a psycho-sexual combustion the like of which neither of us has seen or felt before, driving us to a point of obsession. Now Melissa being more secretive by nature than I, she really doesn’t give too much away, believe me, has not let me in on the full depth of her obsession, if in fact she is. But I have no such desire to be secretive, and I have shared with her this stunning news, that there have been days where I’ve jacked off three times thinking of her and the things she could do to me, those fiery eyes and ruby lips and that beautiful voluptuous body, with it’s ripe breasts and curvy hips. This news seems to turn her on, by the way.
For her part she has admitted to the same kind of behavior, that being this intense masturbation desire and in fact this has been carried out many times by her, so I know that I am not alone! I have no trouble at all, being a visualization master and possessed of a vivid imagination, seeing her lying on her bed and snaking her various dildos and vibrators inside herself, writhing on them and screwing them with all her might. I have pictured that there are many, actually I think she said there are several. I added the many, perhaps thinking for her, but no matter, I’m thinking there are several styles and shapes, from her favorite, the clitoriffic, with the clit feeder that licks your clitoris while it fucks you at the same time, great work if you can get it done by the way, to a few lesser versions, from basic rubber dildos to smaller narrower types for smaller, narrower places, if you get my drift.
Anyway, since we both are ardent masturbators, we had discussed the possibility of how much fun it would be to watch each other in the act, she thought it would be an acceptable activity for us, remember she’s married and has never cheated on her husband, although it’s not a happy marriage anymore, not even in the same state as Happy, it’s still a threshold she hasn’t crossed, and I do respect that. Still, something needed to be done, I think we were both of the same mind that this wasted passion needed to be put into play somehow, the question of how needed to be negotiated.
One leisurely Sunday afternoon, her husband and kids were gone, and it was one of those dreary rainy Sunday’s that beg a diversion, and she called me. We ended staying on the phone for about two hours, we have the best conversations, that psycho connection I talked about, but along the way there was some spice thrown in for good measure. I think I confessed that I couldn’t take much more without some “real” release, and it was at that point the conversation took a turn for the sexual connection.
“What things would not constitute cheating?” I asked her, thinking she was not quite ready yet, although she had admitted to me that she’d thought about it.
“I don’t know, well what did you have in mind?” Remember she’s secretive and doesn’t like to give a whole lot away.
“Well, let’s just say for example, one of us was masturbating and the other was seated across the room watching, would that be OK?’
“Yeah, that would be ok. Although it would probably be a good idea for the one watching to keep their clothes on.” My DICK hardened on the spot.
“Well, that works for me! All right how about this, what if one of us was to give the other a massage, and let’s just suppose that hands were to slip into places and produce an orgasm. Would that be Ok?’ I had wanted to massage her really bad, I could just feel the thrill of inserting my fingers into her shaved moistness, and of course I just knew that it would be great to have her hands on me, particularly wrapped around my hard cock!
“Yeah, that would be ok. Again one person might want to keep their clothes on.”
“Ok, then, what if one of us was to sink to our knees and either lick or suck the other one?”
“No, that wouldn’t work, because I wouldn’t be able to just let it end there, I’d want more.” The more part that I was ready to give her?