These golden gates of mine shut tight for what seems an eternity; waiting for a man of honor, of valance, of worth; a man who holds the key to my den of delight.
You are that man.
A man who earned his rights to my den of delight.
You proved your worth.
Alone in my tower I see you marching forth. I am scared but excited; shy yet willing, nervous yet craving you with every cell of my being.
Innocent and inexperienced. Not knowing what to expect I climb down the stairs leading from the bedroom to greet you. With your key you unlocked the gates.
Standing tall before me you are all I imagine. Strong and confident but comforting and kind all at once. Our eyes meet and I in that moment I melt into a pool of lust.
Without warning you grab my body close. Looking down at me, your breath warm on my face I am at your mercy. Holding me tight I can feel your pelvis press against mine. I am light-headed. My pussy, once dormant like sleeping beauty in her endless sleep, springs to life. It is rejuvenated by the faint flow of liquid whetting this land that has been dry for so long.
With the same force and vigor he had taken me in to his arms he leans down and kisses me. Hard. He widens my mouth with his, gently nibbles on my lower lip, his tongue slipping inside my mouth. As our tongues meet so does our passion.
Once the shy slave the animal inside is slowly unleashed. I throw my arms around his neck; puling my body in closer; feeling the hardness growing in his pants pressing against my clit.
Desire breeding desire.
This kiss, this moment; held all the promises of a great first kiss.
loosing ourselves, the world around blur as the meeting of two lips thrust us into the eye of a tornado of wanton lust.
You reach up, feeling the curves my body. Instinctually my right hand caresses the soft skin of your smooth face; the other grabs your hips tightly. I am dizzy; unstable, I use your trunk; your masculine frame lest I faint.
The walls of brick and mortar, once strong, seemingly unconquerable, come crumbling down.
All the fears, the hesitations are gone and all that is left is you and I being whisked away to a magical land of lust. We are in Oz now.
You lift me up and carry me to the master bedroom.
A grand spectacle of big bright windows, armoires; a long glossy dresser of oak. Behind the dresser is a massive dressing mirror, in front a red velvet covered chair of deep oak.
The bed. The centerpiece of the flower filled room; the scent of lilac and lavender filling the air. A bed fit for a king. A bed fit for a king to ravage his queen.
You lay me down on the white downy softness. Stepping back you stand in front of me. Like a master pursuing the blossoming flowers of his regal garden your eyes graze my body from head to toe. Then, in one graceful stroke you glide the cream-colored cotton dress, my only garment, up over my head and I am left bare on the bed waiting for you to take to take me.
But you don't.
Still standing tall and regal looking down at his prize you take off your shirt and reveal your broad sinewy chest. I shudder in excitement. My body is crying out of you; begging for you.
You lean down and kiss me once more and I remember how my lips burn for yours. Gently as we kiss a hand makes its way down my body. Slowly. Caressing my neck. Making its way down cupping my left breast. Your fingertips circle my hard nipples.
My legs are practically twitching with want.
As your big manly hand presses flat in the space between where my full bosom meet I too begin to explore your body. Nibbling on your ear; planting sweet kisses on your neck; feeling the strength of your shoulders.
Oh how I want to touch your whole body with my hands, my mouth, all of me.
Finally you make your way down, down to what has been aching for you; waiting for you; you who have earned entry. Softly you pet my clit. I let out a moan.
