He has been away for weeks. Their phone calls become ever more passionate. Finally: she listens as he bares his soul. Wanting to possess her: he has only his words, his voice...his love...and as such you are privy to every intimate word he says. He remembers her at sunrise. And so it begins:
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How I loved watching you dress for work in the morning!
When you used to leave for work before me and I would lay in bed and watch you
... in a short nightgown going through your bra and panties...
putting them on...taking them off... going into your closet and spending so much time selecting exactly what you wanted to wear...and all the while I'm getting peeks of your voluptuous ass
Other men would have slept right through it... watching their wife dress for work.
But other wives aren't you...and other men aren't Me...
How I loved it... those moments are etched in my memory.
Watching you get in and out of your clothes...was as much of a treat for my eyes then
Just as much as it is today...
Yes...
You can look stunning dressed and made up...
like no other woman I know...
But only I know...
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how incredibly beautiful you are...out of your clothing..
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There are so many things to do and so many responsibilities that have to be taken care of...
But there are times with you...
when a mood...a dreamy mood...takes over your thoughts...
When nothing much matters except being held...
Being touched...
Being kissed...
Being loved...
When you become that woman...that sensual sexy woman...my senses become alert
...I am drawn to you like a magnet.
I always end up wanting you... wanting to satisfy you...all day if you wanted...
I say this all the time don't I?
your body is delightful...
your sensuality...
...there you are...naked in front of me...like a sexy dream.
There we are alone, the breeze coming through the door in the middle of the day.
The sun is shining and you...spreading yourself across the bed...waiting for me...
knowing I'm not going to leave you alone...
knowing I can't resist everything you have...
knowing my touch will be on you...
knowing my lips will be kissing you...
You know this...even before I myself realize it...
And when I do...
you know I'm aroused in only the way you can make me aroused.
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How will he take me this time? You wonder...how will he be?
The whole day is in front of us...with nothing to do but play this sweet romantic sensual game.
And you watch me crawl above you...kiss your lips...
Your neck...your shoulders.
You reach to hold my arms...
and those wonderful breasts are against my lips...delightful...warm and soft.
If I go slow...your nipples become hard...knowing I'm going to kiss them...
If I delay even more...they are perfectly stiff against my tongue
Just a touch...
like little tanned peaks all stiff and warm...swirled gently
then taken in bit by bit...
until your areola and your breast is deep inside being sucked.
They are perfect
Warm, soft and I can feel your nipples against the roof of my mouth...
drawing on them intently...I look up at you.
Your eyes are closed...this is the time I begin lowering myself on top of you...
There is this irresistible mole on the underside of your breast...
Enticing me to kiss their undersides...
The slope and curve of them is delightful...
So perfect...
So feminine... and I hate to leave them...
Sliding downwards...
I see your blonde hair spread out all over the pillow...
Your breathing is slow and even...
and I can feel your legs opening...
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There is so much wonderful about your body...
...your belly...your hips...
that pretty mound of soft blonde curls.
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music
and this new thing you have discovered...
The soft ethereal music you play...
Laced about your meditation...
reiki...and your deliberate movements as it captures you
And takes you away...
and how you shared that with me
I think of your complete relaxation...how your captured spirit
Became possessed by sensuality...how you straddled me...
How I watched in a trance...while those breasts hovered above, just out of my reach
While your hands kept me still...
Those hands held me captive without so much as a touch...
As you moved gently...like a priestess
using the pole of my hardened dick between the opened lips of your wet pussy
... you moved against me... teasing me into hardness...
this level of control
How new...
How different...
It has made you more sensual...
you brought me along with you
I followed amazed...enchanted by you.
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...In this sundrenched bedroom of ours...
I can slip down your body...
Those lovely luxurious legs of yours have opened...
Coming over my shoulders where they belong...
There in front of me...
womanhood...
...pink and open...waiting...
Waiting...
I try to keep from it...
.I do...every single time...I try to make this moment last
To gaze on the sight of you this way...taking in your beauty
The incredible sexiness there waiting between your legs...
This finely covered blonde mound curving sloping...
excited by the sight of your delicate flesh begging for my lips...
I try to hold back...
So I kiss your opened legs instead...
Kissing your thighs.
Finding your hips in my hands...
But I'm always working my way towards the softness of your waiting pussy
You turn your waist up and forward to me...closer...closer...
Until my lips can wait no longer
touch you...taste you...
tongue you slowly...you are so delicate...so smooth...so slippery
gently circling that wonderful clitoris of yours..
Your labia has fallen open and you are as wet as my tongue...
I'm making demands on it...just to feel it blossom...
Just to feel it stiffen like a bud against my tongue...
Surrounding it with my lips
... crushing my mouth to your warm wet pussy
You can believe:
I live for moments like these... between you and I...
To know: that what I'm doing can bring you pleasure...
and to know: that everything I do to you...
...leads to your orgasm
...is all I want
It is what I was made for.
Your pleasure...your joy...is waiting...just for me
You are conservative.
you move as if you don't want to disturb what I'm doing.
But soon...
(and this is what I love)
You...can't...help...yourself.
your hips begin rocking... I coax them along...
filling my hands with your ass and urging that pussy of yours
to be more demanding...
At first you don't know if you want the intensity...
but my tongue is all over your clitoris
and If I release it
I'm only covering the length and breadth of you pussy with tongue strokes
Until its hungry for sucking.
...I want to torture it until it becomes this swollen... hungry bud of pleasure
Swollen enough for a tongue to cover its sides...its top and beneath
Over and over
I'm aware of your hands.
They want to guide me but they don't know where to be... or where to go
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releasing that delightful clitoris...means I can use my tongue...stiff
...pushing it as deep as it will go...up inside that warm wet pussyhole of yours.
Filling my hands with that wonderful ass
Making you come up to me higher...
...I can feel you fucking on it...
No other description can explain what that is...
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the taste and depth of your open vagina has all my attention...
when I do come back to your clitoris I know...
Your thrusts will be more intent...and stronger...
