Over the years, experience has taught me that by and large, men are visual creatures first and foremost. They notice things that appeal to them. Take automobiles for example, such as one of my favorites, the 1994 Dodge Viper.
The visual appeal of the body styling, at least for me, is gorgeous! It's curves are gentle, sweeping and intentional. The lines are clean as they mold into the curves. The texture of the skin of the car is pleasing to the touch as you run your hand along the curves and lines taking in the sheer beauty of the machine. Beyond the styling, is the sheer power which lies under the hood. But, you have to look beyond the curves, lines, and textures to truly understand the raw force that lurks within. When you put all of those components together, you stand back and admire it and ache to handle it.
I use the above analogy only as a platform from which to explain the mind of a man and how he uses his senses in ways that perhaps some women do not fully understand the way men see things. Likewise, women have senses that sometimes need to be explained in ways to men so he fully understands her.
With this in mind, I focus on the Curves, Lines, and Textures of a lover. My lover stands before me in all her glory. Her hair cascading over her shoulders. Her face so beautiful. Her mind filled with adventure.
Admiring her curves. Shoulders, straight and strong falling down her arms to her hands. Carefully manicured fingertips showing the care she takes to prepare herself. Her torso, as it slopes inward down to her waist, then flares at her hips sweeping in and down her thighs, to her calves, and finally to her feet and toes.
Turning to the side, her back curves from her neck, down her back then in at the waist only to once again flare out as the line traces her soft ass, tucking in and following down her long legs. Continuing from the side, her chin sweeps to her neck, down her chest as my eye follows the line on her breast as it gently slopes forward, cresting at her stiffened nipple, then bends under and traces her tear drop breast down her belly to the gentle swell of her pussy and down the her thighs to her feet. My visual senses are racing, my desire burns hot. I inhale and enjoy the beauty.
I move to her and hands caress her neck. Down they slide to her shoulders then to her arms, following the lines to her hands and our fingers intertwine, palm to palm. I draw her close, and kiss her softly at first but then intensifies into deep passionate kisses.
I release her hands, and stand behind her. My hands rub her back, soft and smooth. They slide down her arms onto her sides and follow the lines of her figure to her waist. The texture to my hands are soothing. My arms slip around her, and my hands sweep up her belly causing chills to her skin. Leaning from behind, her silky hair in my face as I kiss her neck causing her to tremble and breath harder.
Hands slide higher over her belly and her head falls back against me as hands reach the bottom of her tear drop breasts. Slowly I trace along the lobes of her breasts enjoying the curves, lines, and texture of her warm flesh. Sliding up over her breast, my fingers touch her now stiffened nipples which are gently massaged. She gasps as her aching nipples are rubbed with the palms of my hands, knowing full well that this sends pulses straight to her needy pussy causing her juices to begin flowing.
I grab handfuls of soft breasts and massage them. My lover turns her head to me and says, "Oh god baby...you are driving me crazy!"
I respond by kissing her mouth. "My dear, this is just the start. Prepare for a long ride. I am not only going to enjoy your curves, lines, and textures, I am going to dive deep into your sexual mind and extract every drop of performance I can from you!"
Her body shivers at the words I spoke to her and I can only imagine what she was thinking. Suffice to say, she is going to enjoy this ride...literally.
Still behind her and with my hands full of her supple breasts, I let my right hand release the right breast and slide down her belly. The skin is soft and warm to the touch. With slow movements my hand makes its way past her navel to rest at the top of her mound where I massage the crest of her mound much like I massaged her breast.
I leaned to speak into her ear, "Lift your leg darling onto the chair." Obediently, she moaned and raised her left leg and placed it on the chair.
My right hand slides over her mound to her outer lips that are warm, supple, and already damp. I take the outer lips between my thumb and finger and rub them together. My lover lays her head on my shoulder and with a deep sigh says, "Oh baby, that feels good. You have no idea how on fire you are making me."
I kissed her neck and said, "Yes darling, I know what it does to you to have your breasts and nipples rubbed and your tender pussy lips massaged."
Moaning she replied, "Do more lover! Don't stop."
Her beckons for more fueled my lust. Massaging her outer pussy lips was causing her to squirm. I asked, "Does my baby need more?"
"Yes! More," she replied.
"Tell me then lover, what more do you want?" I ask.
With eagerness in her voice, she replied, "Spread my pussy lips and finger fuck it baby. Shove your fingers in my pussy like you would your cock baby." Her words fueled my desire.
My left hand rolled her left nipple which had become very extended and stiff. Not to disappoint her, I spread her now dripping pussy lips apart and my finger wiped up and down her pink slit. Moans and groans escaped her lips. I dipped my middle finger into the warm depths of her pussy and coated it with her juice. Slowly I wiped up her inner pussy lips making them glisten.
I slide my middle finger into her pussy, but this time, deeper causing her to arch her back and groan louder. The texture of her pussy was indescribable as I stirred my finger in her wetness.
I pushed my fingers deeper into her sweetness and massaged the inner walls of her vagina causing her to groan even louder. Without warning, I felt her hand grab mine. I pulled out my finger and said, "Come on baby. Help me finger fuck your pussy." Together, we inserted our middle fingers into the hot depth. I cannot explain in words the feeling of doing this with her. They fail to describe the incredible feeling of my finger and my lover's finger inside her pussy. It was exhilarating and erotic.
With our fingers deep in her pussy I asked, "How sweet is my lover's pussy?"
"Let's see baby" she replied.
Together, we pulled our nectar soaked fingers from her pussy. I raised my finger to her mouth and she sucked it in. She reciprocated and raised her finger to my mouth and I sucked it in. Our tongues licked and suckled the nectar. Smacking and sucking noises filled the room. I pulled my finger out of her mouth and she out of my mouth. She turned and we kissed deep enjoying her nectar. Tongues touching. Juices mixing in a cocktail of lust.
I needed more, and I am confident she did as well. Our kiss broke, and I whispered in her ear, "Now it is time for my lover to show me her performance and cum for me."
I was not disappointed when she replied, "Yes baby. I want to show you how I cum. I want to show you how I cum hard when you are not here, and I lay in the bed, looking at your pictures you send to me and read your lustful words of passion you send to me. Your face, your swollen cock pics you send to me and how I imagine you are here, fucking me."
Smiling, I lowered my hand to her pussy again. "Reach down lover, rub your clit while I finger fuck your hot pussy." With eagerness, she dropped her hand, and began assaulting her swollen clit. My finger slide into her pussy slit and started a rhythmic stroking in and out. I released my left hand fingers on her nipple and wrapped my arm around her waist in anticipation of holding on to her when she climaxed.
"Finger your clit baby, just like you do when you masturbate and think of us fucking." I said.