I was totally naked except for high black patent leather heels and a choker of pearls and was sitting demurely on the edge of a large leather sofa, the smooth upholstery clinging coolly to my buttocks. My lover's hand pushed my knees gently yet widely apart as though I was a rag doll needing adjustment to prevent me from toppling over lifelessly. I was totally submissive which I knew pleased my partner and I was in a state of intense longing for his touch and direction. My lips parted, my breath came up into my throat and my head lolled back, openly revealing my shapely neck, the pulse in the hollow of my throat and emphasizing the pale orbs of my breasts that lifted slightly from the pressure of the backward tilt of my head.
My long waves of copper hair cascaded down my back and my arms rested quietly at my sides. He reached forward and snapped open one of the decorative nipple clamps, removing it from the sensitive tip of one of my breasts. A surge of pain flooded the nipple then immediately dissipated leaving the long purpled protrusion standing erect but slightly flattened. Repeating the gesture, he freed me of the clamps that I had myself put in place knowing they would arouse him as they did me. He cupped a breast and bent to suckle.
My cunt flooded with moisture and heat as he drew the nipple into his mouth and rolled it on his tongue. He administered to the other nipple as well and I panted shallowly and moaned softly, arching my breasts as high and as firmly as I could to receive the fullness of the ecstasies offered by his mouth. The moist red bud of my clit hardened, rising from its hood and my inner lips flushed with color, glistening and protruding slightly from the soft frills of my outer lips. He pushed me back and slipped a long slender finger deeply into the tight orifice of my ass and plunged his thumb into the sopping cave of my pussy, bringing the finger and thumb together tightly for a moment then thrusting roughly into me with them both before releasing his grip and stepping into the courtyard of my open legs.
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My lover is spectacularly masculine, possessed of breath-taking strength, stamina and appetite. He is, in equal measure, gloriously, mysteriously feminine. His body is perfectly toned and flexible. It is well proportioned though slight, finely muscled and wiry, without an ounce of extra flesh. He is athletic and poised and has a face as fair and smooth as that of a youth with clear blue eyes and small close-set ears. He wears his thick curly hair long in the manner of a nobleman or a pagan warrior from some long ago day yet can arrange it with seductive glamour as well.
In terms of physical beauty he embodies in perfect balance the best of both worlds of the masculine and feminine. His demeanor fluctuates between submission and domination, shy girlish coyness and brash manly control. He has flawless white skin, shapely long legs and slender feet, chiseled buttocks and a flat adolescent look to his abdomen.
His chest is hairless in the manner of an erotic masculine angel and his nipples are tiny, hard and erect in small circling pools of dusty rose. The muscles of his small masculine breasts are flexible enough that they can be made to suggest an adolescent femininity or can be padded with gel inserts in the artifice of bustier and brassiere to simulate the orbs of a more ample woman. The deception is flawless so well does it complement her natural beauty and posture when she so wills it. When squeezed and sucked her breasts are fabulously convincing and her body responds provocatively, her nipples flushing and hardening and elongating in feminine perfection to which she adds the subtle realism of the utterances of pleasure she emits when they are handled.
His shoulders are strong and powerful when he elects to present the posture of martial assertiveness and soft, curved and demure when she presents the posture of Venusian receptivity. His back is straight and his hips narrow. His arms are handsomely muscled but do not bulge vulgarly. They suggest fitness and grace. Her limbs and the hollows beneath her arms are clean shaven and smooth and unblemished in any way. He is clean and his scent is natural and fresh.
The down above his sex is fair and soft and neat. The shaft of his penis is perfectly straight, beautifully shaped and proportioned. His cock is neither gross nor coarse in endowment nor is it lacking in substance and size. It is an utterly flawless study in masculine efficacy and utility. His manhood is colored lustily in a sandy skin hue rising to warm, ruddy tones, artfully circumcised with a perfection of flare to the head. His testicles hang symmetrically and are two well-weighted and shapely plums in a supple suede bag of tender, blushing, musk scented skin. He can wield his sword of flesh with an artful mastery and seems a virtual endless fount of technique and skill. When he cums the volume of his ejaculate is thick, profuse and plentiful and tastes of vitality.