Author's Note: This is a true story.
Our paths crossed as they were meant to. He was the most beautiful lover I've ever known. Honest, generous, and passionate in all that he did. He came into my life when I needed him most, my emotions numb, my soul asleep. I was at a loss as to how to express what I felt in my heart, the things that I knew to be true. And he came to me, and he took my hand, and we danced. A dance of discovery, of ourselves, and of each other.
He would write beautiful love letters that overflowed with his adoration for me. He promised that he would never leave me, and that I had awakened him. The truth is, I began to awaken.. my thoughts, emotions, and dreams poured from me, and flowed to the paper. I was free at last! Free to share who I was, without apology, without shame.
He would call me his green eyed vixen, and lovingly take my face in his hands, kissing me softly on my forehead, my eyelids, my cheeks. Each one created a delightful shiver throughout my body. His strong arms held me when my knees weakened from my desire for him. He would carry me to his bedroom, whispering my name, and softly telling me, that he loved me like no other.
He loved to watch me undress, and on that New Year's eve, his eyes never left my body. He gazed in disbelief, and wonderment as I pulled the soft, velvet dress up, and over my head, dropping it in a wrinkled heap on the floor. I wore only a lacy garter belt that held my silk stockings, and I stood before him, my eyes pleaded with him to take me, love me. My nipples were hard, and ached to be nibbled, and my pussy already dripped with my arousal.
As he stepped closer to me, the heady scent of lavender enveloped me, and I knew, in that moment, that I had surrendered. I knew that I belonged to him. He sensed my submission and kissed me, deeply. His tongue gently pushed itself between my lips, wanting to explore, and taste my mouth. One of his hands was on the back of my head, and roughly grasped my hair as he pulled me to him. I felt his arousal against me, and moaned with desire when he picked me up in his arms, and laid me on his bed.
I watched him undress, carefully undoing the buttons on his shirt, he removed it slowly, and revealed a beautiful, barrel of a chest. He was so mighty, so strong, and I wished that I could be in his arms, safe and loved, forever.
As I laid on the bed, my hips danced uncontrollably. He loosened the belt from his waist, and smiled playfully at me, his dark eyes teased me, and I was consumed by my want for him. I licked my finger, leaving the tip wet with saliva, and placed it on the nipple of my left breast. He slipped his trousers past his hips, and dropped them to the floor. His huge cock strained against the snug, cotton boxers that hugged his firm ass and powerful thighs.
I still teased my nipple with one hand, the other, without my consent, moved slowly down my body, as if sneaking to my begging pussy. I watched him eagerly as he peeled the shorts from himself, and I moaned with delight when I saw how perfect he was. His cock was magnificent, huge and thick, and my pussy flooded with juices at the sight of it. He came to me and kissed me, hard, like it was his first time... and his last.
He pulled my head back, and exposed my neck. The other hand covered mine, helping my to cup and squeeze my breast. My nipple found it's way between my fingers, and I rolled it roughly. His warm mouth tenderly kissed and nuzzled my throat, making my flesh tingle, and my pussy throb. I felt him moving lower, his hot breath panting on my skin.
