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?
“What are you afraid of, are you afraid I might slide my big hard cock into you?” There was a silence now as she did not answer. Finally she let out an audible breath.
“Yes. You just made me slippery wet. God, I’m going to have to do it again when we hang up.” Her breathing was heavy and damp. I wanted to stick my tongue through the phone and French kiss her, or lick her sweet, bare pussy until she begged me to Fuck her. Absently I stroked my cock inside my wind pants; I could feel the head waking up as my erection started to grow, again. I usually averaged 3-4 just while I was talking to her on the phone, talk about psycho-sexual connections.
“Well, Melissa, you’ve done it again, this is my 5th erection today thinking about you. Can’t a brother get some Love, maybe just a blowjob?”
“I’ll bet you’d like that, huh? Me on my knees before you, looking up at you and your big beautiful cock engorged right there on my lips, and I’d just lick the rim of your head ever so softly, and I’d run my tongue up your shaft and then I’d put that big mushroom of a cockhead into my mouth and just suck it lightly at first. And as your Dick grew in my mouth, I’d cup your balls with my hand and tickle behind your balls, and then I’d take all of your schlong down my throat and come back up for air, looking you right in the eyes the whole time, never taking my eyes off you, not wanting to lose that connection and then I’d give you some faster strokes concentrating on the head of your Prick, like a preview of what I’d do when I want you to shoot your load of cum right into my mouth. Then I’d slow back down and withdraw, leaving your cock all slippery wet with my saliva, and then I’d stroke that dick with my hand long and slow and then hard and fast near the head, until you quivered with pleasure and then I’d finish you off right then until you gasped for air and every drop of your cum was either in my throat or if there was overflow smeared on my lips and face.”
Needless to say, I was breathless with anticipation; she certainly seemed to know what I wanted and was ready to give it, at least on the phone. But I was past that.
“You need to come over, I can’t take it anymore! You should see what you’ve done to my cock; it just ripped my pants, like th Incredible Hulk!” She laughed.
“I can’t come over today; I promised my daughter I’d take her to dinner. You’ll just have to whack off again. Someday, though I’ll come over, and then we’ll see what we can do for you, Ok?”
“Oh well. All right, I guess.” And then we said good-bye and that was that. Except I did run upstairs and jack off using my favorite almond oil and as I came I saw Melissa in all her smoldering glory watching me from the hallway leading into my bedroom, standing there licking her lips and admiring my glistening cock and the huge thick loads of come that sprang from it.