Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
by Chloe Tzang
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Tonight you're mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you still love me tomorrow
Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow (v. sung by Roberta Flack)
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"You're so beautiful, Karnchana." Your face is above me, looking down at me. Pale adoration shining in the moonlight as I lie naked for your eyes to worship. Your hand devotes itself to my breasts. My small firm breasts that you seem to venerate so much. Your pale fingers praise my olive brown skin, brushing gently over me, teasing my nipples. You smile at my little gasp. Smile again as I half turn towards you, pushing my breast at your hand, crushing my nipple against your palm.
"You're big," I whisper, shy once more, timid, my hand clasping your cock. Big. Hard. "So big, so hard."
My eyes look at you, a wide-eyed look of amazement at your size, your hardness. Please don't say you love me. Please don't because I could love you so easily. It's not right. It's not fair. But I know, nothing in this life is fair. Nothing. My hand strokes you slowly, squeezing just a little. You shudder under my fingers. Shudder with the pleasure I bring you as I stroke your rigid erection, as my fingers slide down to caress your balls before returning to the hardness of your erection.
"Karnchana," you gasp again as my fingertips run gently up you length, back down to the base, circle, clasp, squeeze a little, stroke a little.
"So hard," I moan. "So big .. so big. How can it fit inside me?" I know you like it when I say that because you breathe in sharply, your hand on my breast no longer caressing. You squeeze me a little so that I stiffen, gasp just a little myself. "I'm so wet," I moan. And I am, I'm liquid inside, anticipating your cock.
"Karnchana." You gasp my name again and then you kiss me. A farang kiss, your mouth on mine, your lips gentle.
Your tongue deep in my mouth, tasting me, exploring and in the intimacy of that kiss, of your passion, of your need for me, I lose myself for a moment. Closing my eyes, one arm around your neck, I turn towards you, embrace your body with mine, embrace your heat, your need, your desire. Accept your tongue deep in my mouth, your breath intermingling with mine, a sharing of souls, of desire, of passion.
Your hand touches me so gently, so tenderly, moving down my body. Circling on my flat stomach, easing down to caress the brown silk of my inner thighs. My thighs part slowly for your hand, slowly, reluctantly. Your hand triumphs, cups me where I know all along you have wanted to touch me. Where you've been wanting to touch me since I undressed myself for you.
Your eyes watched me as I stood before you, peeling off my black tanktop, my short black skirt, my little black panties. Your eyes were so hungry as they followed the dance of my hands, as I stripped myself naked for you. Stripped myself naked for the enjoyment of your eyes. Your eyes devouring me as I lay naked on my bed watching and waiting while you eagerly removed your own clothes, until at last you too were naked.
Now you're on my bed, your body hot against mine, your cock hard in my hand, my sex liquid and slippery under your fingertips. You seem surprised at my wetness, at my tightness. Your eyes widen as you discover my hairlessness. I have very little body hair and I've removed it all. I know you like that from the way your fingers seek confirmation, from the slow smile spreading across your face. Your finger traces the liquid wetness of my slit. Your eyes widen a little as your finger senses my flowering surrender.
"Ohhhhhh." My soft cry is one of helpless surrender, my eyes are wide, pleading, my breath comes in little gasps now. Gasps of eagerness, gasps of willing surrender, gasps of need for your body, for your hardness, for your possession of my beauty. Gasps that I know will excite you.
"Ohhhhh," I gasp again and my fingers work harder on you as one thick finger slides up inside me to be clasped within my heated liquid tightness.
"Fuck," you groan as I squeeze your finger within me, feel myself slide and move and squeeze on you. "Oh fuck."
My hips jerk against your hand, your finger moves inside me and I need to. I spread my legs wider for you, offering myself up to you. Offering you my body. I look up into your eyes and my dark eyes plead with yours, my dark eyes beg you to take me, to possess me, to mount me and use my beauty, use my body, sink your cock into my sex and take me in the way that a man takes a woman.
"Please," I moan, "Oh please ... please ..." and I mean it, I mean every word. I want you so much, want your cock inside me, your body on mine. I want the pleasure you can give me just as much as you want me, just as much as you want the pleasure you know my body can give you. I know that in that pleasure I too will forget the world for a moment in time, forget everything except you and I and the dance of our bodies on my bed.
"Karnchana." You breathe my name, your eyes looked into mine, you raise yourself, you move over me, your size dwarfing me as you move between my legs. I spread my legs wide, draw my knees up and back and for a moment you pause, you look down at me below you, your eyes run over my body. You face is transparent, your enjoyment, your pleasure at the sight of me, it's tangible. Physical.
Your cock throbs in my hand. Throbs with your desire for me. Throbs with your need to have me, possess me, take me, fuck me. Throbs now with the urgency of your need to have me. To make me yours.
"Fuck, I want you." Your voice is low, a growling expression of your desire. "I want you now, Karnchana."
"I'm yours," I breathe, "take me ... take me..." and my hand guides your cock to where you desire.
You hand leaves me, you're moving closer to me, down on me, your weight suddenly heavy on me. My hand strokes you, guides you, you feel me where I open for you. You push.
"Ohhh!" I cry out, startled at your size, your sudden fierceness as you push against me with the broad head of your massive cock. "Ohhh," I cry out again, "Slow ... slow ... you so big ... so big..."
You slow, you slow, but still you push. You push into me with restrained hunger and I surrender to you. My body takes you as a woman takes a man. My back arches, my knees clasp your ribs, your strong thighs spread me, hold me open for you cock to possess as your weight on me pins me, an exotic butterfly for you to pin and mount. I am the butterfly, my bed is the mounting board, your cock is the pin that impales me.
"Ohhh Jesus fuck that's good." You groan as your cockhead parts me, stretches me, opens me, enters me. You pause, luxuriating in the slippery tightness within which you are now clasped, your massively solid cockhead now within me and you know that you're stretching me. My hands stroke your arms, your shoulders, I half smile, half gasp, half sigh, knowing that soon your solid erection will be sheathed within me and I want it. I want it in me, giving me that pleasure, giving me the satisfaction of knowing I excite you.
I do, I know, I see that look on your face and I know that soon you won't slow, soon you won't care, your excitement will take you and you'll want to fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me until you're satisfied. For now though, you are gentle, slow movements, easing yourself into me, reveling in my slippery tightness, reveling in the silk of my body beneath you, the welcome cradle of my thighs as you press into me.
"Oh," I sob. "Oh ... oh ... oh ... so big ... so big..." And you are. Your cockshaft slides in and out where my entrance clasps you, clings to you. Your cockhead thrusts ever deeper and my head arches back, exposing my long slender neck, my swan's neck, to your bruising lips.
"Jesus," you groan. "Fuck ... fuck ... Jesus, Karnchana ... Oh Jesus fuck you're so tight..."
"Oh ... oh ... oh ..." And I am. I squeeze you, clasp you within myself, open slowly to you as your swollen cockhead eases deeper still. You're so far up inside me and my eyes, my face, my expression tells you I feel every inch of you within me.
Your breathing is harder now, faster, your eyes never leaving my face, your expression rapt and I know you're in heaven. The heaven of my body, offered up to you, an offering you've accepted, an offer you cannot resist, a pleasure that I do my best to intensify with the movements of my body beneath you, the caresses of my hands as I ride you, the beating of my heels against your hips as you thrust inwards again and again, finding bliss in that long slide of your cockshaft within the clasping slipperiness of my sheath.
"Karnchana," you groan. "Karnchana." You strain against me, your breathe coming fast. Hot fast pants as your cock drives into me. Driving all the way now, your fully engorged shaft driving itself to the hilt inside my delicate beauty. Now you're taking me as you have wanted to all along. You have no mercy on my slender body. Your need overwhelms you. Your cock thrusts into me. Pounds into me. Your body above mine, sweating, heavy on me, your solid legs pressed hard against the backs of my thighs, spreading me wide, pinning me beneath you as your cock impales me with ruthless power, sliding thickly into me at the juncture of our bodies.
"Ohhhh," I sob. "Ohh ... ohhh ... ohhh." I draw my knees back, sobbing as your cock spears me. Transfixes me. Impales me. My heels ride your thrusts, bouncing against your hips as I'm impaled. It's so good. Your cock is so good.
"Fuck," you groan, "your so fucking tight ... fuck ... fuck..."
