M/F: SoftCore/Dominance. This is a story of complete surrender to unexpected satisfaction, unlike Her and Him have ever known. Be a fly on the wall to the passion explored between two long-term lovers. This isn't the Voyeurism category though! * ^_~* Leading Characters Names: Her and Him. If those names aren't exciting enough it's only because I've been waiting for you to click this Sweet fantasy and decide for yourself, which role you desire to dip your imagination into. *wink.* This is for the Lover in you. Enjoy.
~4Her4HimEroticTeaTime
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A GOOD FUCKIN'
NARRORATOR: "Lastnight, howls metabolized into the air as Her metamorphosed into the Bitch she becomes when Him fuckin her just right. Her plans to be out exploring potential job sites all morning was foiled by the steady rain. And with the sounds of that steady rain cascading its breezy scent through the open window, She allowed her eyes to rest as her thoughts were taken to the steady rhythm of that serious fucking Him's thickness foiled her sweetness with last night. The way Him drenched his lady's pussy in saturated pleasure last night, made it likely that she would be taking the whooole day to air dry back to normal. Let's hear the story from Her's perspective...
Her: "Do you remember Daddy, how you woke me from the sleep I slipped effortlessly into after an exciting evening walking in the winter night chill with our new Pup you lovingly sir named Boy Sullivan. I was wiped out as soon as Him passed me my favorite purple-hearted snuggie and splayed it over my body and face. I don't know if it was minutes later or if hours had passed before I was beckoned from sleep by the touch of his hands rubbing and tugging insistently at my grey bottoms. He unveiled me from my Purple Heart shield as my eyes fluttered open. The dim glare of the TV lighting that grazed along the townhouse walls, glossed his chocolate skin. As I peered up into the wells of his brown eyes, I promise I saw his lips moving. But I have no recollection or correlation of a sound ever leaving his lips because my befuddled brain still lagged from its slumber.
But there was no delay in my comprehension of the very focused and confident self-awareness in Him's demeanor or the intensity of purpose that lingered firmly behind Him's soulful turtle-shelled eyelids. That beefy 6 foot frame cascaded over me and I quivered with sudden butterflies. I was certain he could hear how my breath hitched, as I watched his hands begin to take possession of my bottoms and descend them to my ankles. Him tossed them to the carpeting beside our bed. From over his shoulder I saw Boy-Sullivan circling around at the foot of our bed as he was sensing a playful mood from Him. Him snapped his fingers and gave a command. The adorable German Shepard pup took his Q from Him and flopped down to the floor nearest the bedroom door. Him's complete attention returned to examining my bare pussy. As he separated my thighs wide open, the warmth of his palms on my flesh felt amazing but was soon replaced with a very warm and zealous tongue striking my clit, I squirmed in delight at the sensation of his full lips tasting my pussy lips with all the passion of an experienced pallet sampler, enjoying a generous glass of his classic specially reserved white wine. It's bittersweet to the taste. It pleases Him. He indulges in sip after sip of his personal wine drip while I attempt to stifle moans behind my lil' left hand and anchor tightly to his sexy dreads with my right. My quiet moans escalate with the same intensity as the aggressive tongue exploring the every fold of my rose in bloom, teasing and coaxing it to blossom wider. He desired to see every inch of my beautiful petals spread before him... I felt myself on the verge. I could see the look of complete focus in his brows as Him adjusted his self. He placed his manhood at the entrance to my garden and began to slowly, gently, ply and sink into my fragrant earthy frame.
