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!
You really need to start working on your tact my love, because it is getting even harder to make it through dinner now a days, with your toes caressing my inner thigh like that. The soft feel of your nylon clad toes as they careen around from point to point on my leg. The ferociousness of how your toes pull back my pant leg to make sure that the soft nylon caresses my bare skin is awe inspiring, but definitely hard to eat through. Am I complaining? Well of course not, I adore the quiet dinners alone, and the candle light as always makes you look more beautiful than you did yesterday.
As I finally take the last piece of pasta from my plate and bring it up to your beautiful lips, you very seductively take it, making damn sure that I see how your tongue strokes the bottom of the fork, and how gently your petal soft lips surround the morsel. As a wise ass I think that reaching over to wipe the corners of your mouth is a brilliant idea, but you show me, as you rip the napkin from my fingers and take my hand to bring my finger to your mouth. As your lips wrap around it and your tongue begins to dance along side it, I start to become dreamt in the thoughts that your gentle, loving actions thrust upon me. As you withdraw my finger from your mouth you make sure that you slide the finger seductively the whole length of your lips and give me that stare that always says “I own you”
Your big beautiful blue eyes simply sparkle at me as you set the greatest tease of all into motion by saying, “You know we have to do the dishes sweety before we can play at all, so let’s just get it over with, ok?” knowing full well that you have made it far too hard for me to even think much less touch a wet, and slippery dish, but I cannot resist anything you request, as my mind is totally owned by you as your look had fortold.
Me and my aching crotch of course saunter over to the sink where all of the pots and pans from the wonderful dinner you cooked are already waiting for me, and I feel you reach around me to place the other plates in, as I start drawing the water on them. As I start scrubbing the pots, I feel your warm body press up against me, as you reach around to help me with the dishes. My mind starts wandering to the wonderful feel of your breasts pressed against my back, and your soapy hands as they start fumbling with my pants, and the zipper that is imprisoning my aching need to be inside of you. I decide that it is a good time to reach around and place my soapy hands on your beautiful ass and perhaps get your dress a little wet, but all I feel is the lace garter belt of where your dress once was.
You kind of snuck that one in on me as I turn around and look at the most gorgeous body that God ever made clad in only the most delicious pair of black thigh high stockings clipped to your waist in a lacy black garter belt. I so adore how it goes with your beautiful blonde hair. I pull you into my arms and our soapy hands start caressing each other as your soapy little fingers then begin to work on the buttons of my shirt. The feel of your beautiful breasts against my chest now that you have my shirt unbuttoned is pure sexual gratification in and of itself. You now have me totally pressed up against the sink and desperate to only fulfill your every wish, need, and desire, but since they have always involved making my every passion, longing, and fantasy a reality, it is really very selfish when you think about it.
I start to get the feeling that the dishes might get neglected for a bit as your body slides down mine, dragging your hardened nipples across my tingly skin, to the place where my pants once were. You grasp me firmly in your hand to start showering me in kisses around my thighs while your hand has now taken on a very methodical stroking motion. Your lips then move to the tender spot on my groin as your lips lock onto my flesh and suck hard to start extracting blood right through my pores and leave that usual hickey that you do, when you mark your territory. This always starts my blood racing throughout my body, but more so to the place that your hand is so lovingly stroking. You make sure that one of your legs is bent and up so that your soft nylon clad thigh rubs against my calf, because that is how you keep control of the situation, forcing me to obey your every whim.
As I look down you finally make eye contact with me and lick your lips gently, and seductively. The deep blue trance that your eyes start to put me in as I am about to melt upon the floor for you to play with as your own personal puddle, is quelled by the words I really long to hear as often as I possibly can, “I love you sweety,” just before your lips hungrily start to part, and then open wider to take on your much deserved desert. ;8o)
Nothing that was printed here was intended to offend anyone, and if it did, fuck ya, you begged for it. If you believe that there are some measures that can be taken to change me, then please feel free to pray for me, and while you are at it yourself, because you read this far, and if you hated every minute of it, then you are an idiot, not me, or the other people who like what I have to say! .. Jeremy
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