I didn't fuck P. last night; it's been a busy and tiring week. Instead, we cuddled and kissed and when I rolled over, she snuggled up against me and threw one leg over my body. I delighted in seeing her in my mind's eye, as I drifted off to sleep, pussy spread against my hip.
Tomorrow is Martini Night. I have a hunger for her. I want to lick her until her pussy flows, lips pushed inside, sucking every drop. I want to push my tongue deep into her stretched and opening asshole, lick the edges, pluck the rim with my tongue's hard tip, savor her flavor. This will turn my cock rock hard and I will slide into her slick cave as we moan our pleasure.
NOVEMBER 27
Yesterday was Thanksgiving and I am so thankful for the meal she prepared, for her feet in my lap while we watched tv, for her tasty openings...the best part of a balanced Thanksgiving diet...
Last night I worshiped at the altar of her ass, my tongue swirling in its delicious folds, lapping and sucking as my cock hardened in her hand. We fucked and she kissed my lips and told me I smelled good and I assured her it was her smell on my lips and in my mustache, the intoxicating fragrance of her ass. I kissed her deeply and fucked her harder. Delicious!
People tend to overeat on Thanksgiving, but I couldn't get enough of her. We eventually had to stop, to sleep. I was somehow both sated and unsatisfied.
Tonight is Martini Night and I'll meet her in the parking lot to walk her in. I'll have the bed turned down and the Love Towel spread, hoping tonight she'll squirt, hot upon my plunging cock, and soak my balls with her ejaculate.
But I think I'm obsessed. First, I want to resume tasting her dark meat, glue my lips to her rosebud and suck until she opens, insert my tongue into her tasty darkness. I envision sitting on the bed and watching as she pushes down her pants. "Turn around," I'll say, and she will, and I'll say "Show me," and she'll spread her gorgeous cheeks, revealing that object of my desire. I'll kiss all around it and lick her crack, as long as it pleases her and/or I can't take it anymore and must ravage her sacred hole with my tongue.
Make no mistake. I would ravage her sweet hole with my cock as well, and will when she is ready. I will prepare it with lips, tongue, loving fingers and lube, until it lies relaxed and half open for my advances. I will place the velvet of my penis tip against her velvet opening, and knock softly at her door. I will enter ever so slowly, savoring the hot tightness of her welcoming ring, carefully listening for her response to every move of mine.
I will stop advancing when the head slips in and her anus holds me tightly in its grip. This is Heaven's door. I think of her as Saint Petra, guarding the gate, taking my measure, judging if I am to enter paradise tonight. One night. Or more, she says.
NOVEMBER 28
Last night was fun, and took turns I couldn't even imagine.
I met P. in the parking lot and carried her bags to my apartment. The bed was prepared as planned and candles were burning and music was playing. She took a quick trip to the bathroom and I slipped out of my pants and sweater, all that I was wearing. She was briefly surprised at finding me nude so quickly, but undressed and joined me on the bed.
The weather had taken a dip, so I'd prepared with a space heater and a pre-warmed apartment. She was cold. Her hands and feet were frigid and I encouraged her to grab hold of my penis and balls, the warmest part of me. It felt wonderful. I was more than warm enough for us both.
We talked briefly and I found that she hadn't remembered that I was just going to begin the evening by licking her ass, so I altered course and held her and kissed her lips and sucked her adorable tits, all the while trying to keep her warm. We moved to the bottom of the bed, nearer to the heater.
I went down on her delicious pussy, rubbing my nose in her blond pubic hair. I opened her flower with my fingers and found the dew already there, ready for tasting, for lapping, for savoring. What a lovely pink flower. How tasty she is!
Shortly, I pulled back and assisted her in turning over and, spreading her cheeks, licked and kissed and sucked her asshole to my delight...and hers, apparently. I have occasionally felt her pulling away, slightly, but I only hold her tighter, lick her deeper, until she relaxes into the flood of sensation. I am lost in the sexy sweet sensations of her bottom; my cock is rock hard. I know she cums easily and I'd love it if, sometime, she would press her legs together and cum with my tongue in her ass.
When I backed off, she came for my cock and sucked it. She's a dear cocksucker and her hot, wet mouth is always a joy. She got me hard enough to mount and came across and fucked me for a bit, until we turned her over on her back and I fucked her for a while. She came a couple times and, when it seemed that I was probably not going to, we decided to take a dinner break and resume after. So be it...
