Saturday, November 12, 2005

Tales of Tease - Volume 6

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Disclaimer! Please Read!! This blog will contain things that are not exactly suitable for all, and will be a little sexually graphic in nature. Hell, it will also be VERY long, and is a testament to how low my mind can go. If you DO NOT like sexual fantasies, and you especially don’t like ones that might be a little over the top, then crying to Yahell, your friends, me, or your mommy, will not overcome the fact that you are an idiot for reading past here. Thank You … signed The Madman Behind the Big Curtain!

It wasn’t the most unusual of afternoons, the sun is shining, and the wind is a nice even temperature, out here in the backyard, where you and I sit. Nothing to do but enjoy the back porch, and watch the birds together. The air is crisp, as it is the early fall, and the smell of the first years woodstove is in the air. As always, my hand is caressing your thigh, and our hips are pressed up together. Your hand starts to break away from it’s normal position on my leg, and is starting to explore a little more. You start caressing my inner thigh with your hand, and I am finding it rather exciting, but your touch has always done that to me. My hand starts feeling the need to explore a little as well, and I start finding it moving about you, in a rather gentle fashion. As I turn my head to look at you, I can see the twinkle in your eye, and I know that you are thinking about something other than birds. You start to bite your lip a little as my hand starts getting closure to that area of your body that makes me happy to know it is mine.

As your hand starts crawling up my leg, I lean in to taste your lips, your beautiful eyes, guide me in like beacons, and I am about to press my lips to yours, and feel your breath escape for impact. You always make the softest almost unheard moan when I kiss you, and I am so dreamy to just taste the inside of your mouth with my quivering tongue. Every time I feel your hand climb up my chest I gasp for air, and the moment it reaches the back of my neck I am lost in you. The burning desire is always ignited with the fuse that is our lips I sink deeper into you with each pant as my hands reach around you, and you envelope me with your other hand around my waist. The moment I fall deeper in love with you always takes hold when I feel your body wrench around as always to wrap your legs around me, and clutch me as you are now to tell me that I am yours, as you know that you are mine.

Our hands start moving around us to loosen up our tensions, and as inevitably they always end up loosening our clothes as well. When you so coyly make my jacket fall down behind me, I remove my arms one at a time to make sure that at least one arm is stroking you at all times. When my stealthy attack ends up getting yours off, you respond in kind. Your hands then glide down my chest like they are about to push me away, but instead start tugging at the bottom of my shirt, and almost frantically trying to pull it off of me. When our lips detach to let the shirt be pulled of it is but for mere moments, as we lock back to each other in the passionate kisses that we had started already. I breath you in deeper, as my hands start to tear at the buttons of your blouse, and with each one that comes undone I can hear you panting. The smell of your beautiful perfume fills my lungs with desire, and I am feeling my jeans getting rather tight and painful, but you, and your beautiful legs wrapped around me, are making them tighter by the minute.

Our two totally bare chests are rubbing together as we start really feeling the excitement of the kisses now, I need you, and you know it as I can feel your lips smiling against mine between every soft glance of our tongues that are fighting it out in a winning battle for romantic perseverance. The feel of your skin pulling away from my chest at first feels saddening, but is replaced with the great joy of your hands fumbling around the zipper of my jeans, I attempt to use the opportunity to seize the clasps on your pants but I am so lost in emotional chaos that I fumble around far worse, and I barely get one button undone, when you have freed my erection from the prison that once was my jeans. You then pull away from my lips, and I feel the fear , of not having your lips for less than 3 seconds as you pull your beautiful hair away from your face and take me so hungrily inside of your mouth. Your gently lips and your strong tongue glide long the shaft of my cock, and I am forced to do nothing but fall backwards until my body can be supported by the porch railing.

You know how to make me feel good, my love, with the softness of your lips sliding along me. My mind is all encased in a long wind of forever, as you swallow me repeatedly and my own moaning is stirring the neighborhood, but I don’t care. I haven’t even noticed how you have removed your own pants while my body has been treated to the greatest of massages from lips, teeth, tongue, and mouth. I can barely handle the stroking of my erection inside you, but I do my best to hold back the stream that you are so trying to force out of me, yet again. Your tongue licks all the way up as you bring yourself upright to stare strait into my eyes and utter the words “I love you” and start kissing me deeply again. Bringing yourself forward I can feel the flesh between your legs rub against me, and the warm moistness of your lips slide across my cock until I can feel the very tip of my hardness , groping at the warm opening between your legs.

I feel your fingers clasp me and start to adjust me, guide me, glide me, cast me, envelope me, and I am now sliding slowly inside of you. You completely impale yourself on me with the loudest moan I have ever heard come out of you, and then you stare into my eyes, and hold me as deep inside of you as I have ever known. My head looking downward you take me by my chin, and guide my eyes to yours.

Those incredibly beautiful blue eyes look at me and I am entrenched, I am in deep, I am on fire, and I am in love. You know what you are doing to me and you love that you own me, so you make love to me on your terms, as you gyrate your hips back and forth never letting me gaze anywhere other than your eyes, and when I see them starting to close it is my cue that you are coming in for a kiss. I am ready willing and able, as you start to hop a little more ferociously on my, and I can feel myself welling ever harder, the cold breeze is attacking us, but doesn’t stand a chance as the heat of our bodies could melt ice. I feel you getting so tight around me, and I know that your moaning is starting to interfere with our entangled lips kissing. My own mouth gasps, as your movements on my cock are starting to feel too good to hold back anything, and your lips crawl over to my ear to whisper, “I want you … I want all of you,” My brain is not to receptive, because all I can think about is holding on long enough to feel your glorious orgasm around me. Every soft sliding I feel along my shaft getting tighter, and tighter, until every time you are sliding those gorgeous lips down me, I almost feel like it won’t go in. It always does though, and my own orgasm is yelling to be released, and it will. You make that squeek that usually signals that the orgasm is about to begin, and clutching me tight, your force yourself hard down onto my lap. That very last stroke of you forces my body to rattle so hard that my teeth chatter, and your head flips back real hard. The loudest scream flies out of your body, as your fingernails rip at my shoulders, and we both start cumming violently. I let out a moan almost as loud as yours, and I am totally on fire, on the clouds, in the heat of the moment, in ecstasy, and in love. ;8o)

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