It was a strange day. The burning lust inside me wouldn't go away. Another day where I felt my body's lust take control of me and my mind's moral guides slip away as the passion carried me away. It was a tidal wave that couldn't be denied.
Give me something exotic. Let her be my new taste of life's succulent delights. Do not frighten me with boring repetition but give me the chance to savor a treat that is hers to offer me.
Fate carried me to her. I was guided to her. Confusion and mistaken connections lay scattered before me. In the end she stepped forward to offer me something from within her. It lay hidden even from her. She was so entrapped by the other nasty parts that captured her in fear and emotional stillness.
You can see now can't you? I lay there with her talking with her; her beautiful body drawing me to it. Her voice was mesmerizing me with its seductiveness. And as we lay there together I ran my hands all over her delightfully succulent body, tickling and teasing her soft and inviting flesh of her luscious skin.
We were talking about what turned us on. Then like the sun breaking though a cloudy day, she told me she loved having her feet being caressed, stroked, and played with. Newness and excitement captured me, I began to caress and massage her delicate feet.
She had the softest skin on the soles of her feet. Almost like a baby's feet. I have known some women who will go wild like a mad horse kicking and screaming if you touch their feet. But as I lay there watching the effect I was having on her, I saw her go straight to heaven when I started to seductively kisses her invitingly soft and seductive feet.
You know the signs that appear on her face, a map that shows you to your destination; that is her ecstasy. It was easy to navigate, I could see her face showing me the blissfulness she was drifting within. If you were there with me, you too could have seen that she was swooning from the delightful raptures of this unknowingly first discovered pleasure that invaded her body.
It was mine to offer her, the delight she deserved, I knew she had gone to a place where lust engulfs us. Her choice was that she travel along a path where she found thrilling bliss; yes a thrilling place where we can experience the agony of our ultimate ecstasy. How could she deny it? It was hers and she unexpectedly embraced this wonderful seductive tenderness on the lowest part of her body.
You need to know that it was so joyful to watch her. To see her trance of pleasure, who cares about one's own pleasure if my offerings have brought her such utter excitement and raptures?