I have a secret, a secret spot, a secret desire. I never venture toward that spot on my own, nor do I tell a lover of its whereabouts. I do however prompt him toward it and beg him softly to tease me there. My promptings are nothing more then a mere whisper so if he hears me then it is to my delight. I'm not bold enough to tell him louder nor twice.
Let me tell you about my secret spot.
My favorite act is kissing. I love the feel and the effects from such a simple act. The feel of his lips against mine, his tongue searching mine out, the hand to the back of my head drawing me closer to him and keeping me there. All this and more drives me wild with desire. Kissing is an act that builds that desire of lust, feeds the fires of passion and urges one on to go further. It's not long before I feel my lover's hand rubbing my inner thigh and then my soft shaven pussy. His fingers slightly brush against the swollen lips and one or even maybe two of them will slip between feeling the heat of my body and the clit hidden sweetly awaiting his touch.
The fire deep inside me starts grow stronger with just the flick of his fingers. My kiss grows more intense, sucking lightly on his tongue and nipping at his lips not wanting it to stop but for him to carry on.
He reads my body and continues his rubbing, very softly and gently as if he knows exactly how to arouse me even more. He feeds my yearning with just a finger, or even two that slip into my wet hot pussy. A soft moan escapes my lips. He toys with my g-spot pressing his manhood, which is now very hard, firmly against my leg, the whole while not letting up from kissing me.
Finally, the thrusting of his fingers deep in my pussy and kissing seize and he pulls away. I know his intent, I've longed for it since the first of our kiss. He spreads my legs wide apart, wide and looks down at my pink pussy now glistening in the light. The cool air chills my heated wet spot and the anticipation stirs inside me.