dckalcock: Mmm me too
Kate: Shame I don't have any. :-/
dckalcock: Can't you pretend you have some?
Nothing like curling up in bed with some good obscure C17th book
Kate: I suppose i could always pull out some Marx and Feuerbach and brush up on my dialectical materialism
dckalcock: Wonderful how the long sentences slowly sink deeply into one's consciousness.
Kate: yes, and prod and tease to a state of upmost excitation.
It really is most satisfying once one has got one's teeth into it
dckalcock: until with an ejaculation of surprise, one gasps the name Feuerbach! Feuerbach! in blissful admiration.
Kate: Oh the bliss of waking in the night to find Feuerbach lain next to my naked flesh. I cannot resist but grasp him and run my fingers along the length of his spine
dckalcock: gently, with a finger-tip flicking through the furl of his pages
hmm pages?
ah yes, the three oiled youths bearing chalices and grapes
Kate: Three! mmmm!
I'll politely decline the grapes
dckalcock: Oh yes, forgot - too spurty
Kate: Indeed - their firm taut flesh exploding a mess of juices and seed against my palette.
dckalcock: While gentle strumming of lutes, and the evening song of the nightingale drifts in at the open casement on the balmy summer breeze, before the ice-cream van blares past.
Bizet forced uncomfortably though the mesh of an overloaded speaker...
... passing away into the distance, leaving sultry images of cigarette girls, heat, and bullfighting.
Kate: Grrr. Why am I feeling so horny today? Are you tugging at that invisible thread again?
dckalcock: I think you get turned on by CAB
I could teasingly tug those threads, let me see... if I tie them to the end of my cock, and clench my prostrate rhythmically...
Kate: Yes - I felt that
dckalcock: What would you like me to be doing to you right now?
Kate: removing my knickers for starters
with your teeth
dckalcock: nipping gently around the edges, before slowly tugging them free, a crafty tongue slipping past the gusset temporarily as a token for what is about to come...
a hard palm pressed against the flatness of your belly, then firmly sliding down to cup your mons as the tricky negotiations of flailing legs, knickers, feet and bumped heads ensues...
Kate: My damp knickers are tossed to the floor. I'm stroking your poor head with one foot.
dckalcock: mmm that feels nice... making me slip into a reverie, dozing off... peaceful... -
before the foot suddenly becomes remarkably insistent, and I turn slightly, and bite the soft part of the instep
Kate: So I stretch out my thigh and raise the other foot up and place it firmly against your ear slowly but firmly lowering your face to my flushed and glistening pussy
(Oh dear - it's not going to turn into one of THOSE afternoons is it?)
dckalcock: Mmmmmm (sorry, can't talk, my mouth is otherwise engaged) - my nostrils flare slightly, breathing your scent, before my lips and tongue explore a succession of orchids, lilies, flowers of every variety, a hot bowl of overpowering sensation
fingers reaching up to interlace with yours
Kate: Each delicate petal yields and spreads, thrusts its sweet and quivering lady-parts against your nectar sipping tongue
dckalcock: swirling and plunging, eventually exhausted with its efforts at tantalising that sweet, devouring cornucopia of bliss, my mouth wanders lazily upwards, past belly, breasts, throat, kisses the line of your jaw, then shares that fragrant nectar with your softly parted lips...
Kate: I gently nudge you onto your back.Hands still entwined with yours, I stretch your arms out against the ravished sheets then trace the line of your neck, your chest with tender lips still moist with pussy-warm dew
dckalcock: I abandon myself, shameless, to your subtle ministration, rolling my head so I can see your cascade of pink snakes caressing my skin.
Kate: My tousled locks coil about your waist and hips as I dip my tongue in and out of you navel. My lips brush softly against the tip of your cock before plunging down to gently nip at your proffered groin
dckalcock: my hips, half-pinioned under your weight, are powerless against writhing in involuntary circles. I reach down and stroke the side of your neck with my fingertips, black crackles of electricity shuddering from my groin to my spine.
Kate: I flash a fiery glance at your startled face then bow to take you inch by inch in my mouth, teasing the end of your reaching cock with the flick of my tongue
dckalcock: my mind goes dark and for a while I lose track of time and space - my whole body, not just my cock feels as if it is being caressed by your mouth
dckalcock: I play the dangerous game of endurance, addicted to the pleasure, just one more, just one more, and one more still, then shift slightly, pulling away, then can't resist one more... but move so that you straddle me, and my hands guiding your hips, and yours on my cock, and our eyes fastened on each others, a strange smile playing on your lips, you plant yourself around me, your heat and wetness like a sudden burn, leaning forwards and glaring like some sightless and fabulous creature, and I gradually rake the tips of my fingers along the length of your back, my hips rising from the bed, and bearing your weight, arched and taut, like a drawn bow.
Kate: Oy - I hadn't finished slurping you (had my next paragraph already typed. Oh well, let's move on...)
dckalcock: (I lie there for a moment, recalling whatever it was you were doing :-) )
Kate: Never mind that. With a sudden shiver the sinews in my thighs tighten and, shuddering gladly I clench you tight then pause for a moment to feel you up to the hilt in my snatch. I sense your pulse as I push myself down, further, harder until I'm finally full of you. I relax my grip, lean forward and tease you out, nether lips still holding the tip of you before smoothly and moistly gliding my way back down.
dckalcock: I use all my strength to lie completely still, rejoicing in you moving above me, giving myself to your rhythm. I can't resist reaching up and stroking your breasts, playfully pinching and tweaking your nipples, gently flicking the rings, feeling your nubs tumesce and darken. I run my hands down your sides, and smooth my palms along the insides of your coiled thighs, then back and out across your flanks and up your spine, across your shoulders, down to your breasts again, a slow manipulation, a desirous journey, feeling out your shape, my cock twitching at the base of each of your thrusts...
Kate: With a gasp I lower my face towards you and kiss your clammy brow. Lips searching out yours, nipples touching, my knees spread further apart as I press against your pelvis and take you further and deeper. Pinning your shoulders against the pillow I whimper as my clit rubs against you with each impetuous thrust. I push my hands down beneath your buttocks, griping each one and forcing you harder inside. My mind spins and swirls and as galaxies implode. You join me in the furious race to the finish as I gasp and mutter, open mouth against you neck
dckalcock: I hold you in silence, listening to your racing heart, buoyed on a spectral breeze, our sweat mingling, blurring the boundaries of skin. My fingertips trace goosebumps on your back.
And with a sudden lurch, you sit up, and suggest liqorice tea and the wickedness of a bed-cigarette, your eyes creasing with amusement.
I listen to the pounding seas in my skull, and try to recall who I am.
I feel slow, somnolent, as if time has sped up without me, before the room shifts back into its four accustomed dimensions. I sit up and take your shoulders, and kiss you gently. There is a gleam in your eye that tells me I won't get off so easily, as I slip out of bed, cast a dressing gown on, and descend to the kettle.
Mmm that was rather pleasant. It doesn't make it easier does it? I'm crossing off the days.
