Bello

Bello 

The scene is set...

Seductive music, gently playing in the background. Honey and fresh fruit consisting of strawberries, pineapples and mangos, to be feasted on. Candles emitting the subtle scent of lemon, generously placed around the room. You emerge from the bathroom. Wispy steam from your hot shower. Following you into the bedroom, like a former lover, longing to hold on. You find me waiting in the the armless chair, we've used for previous "play dates".  Wearing a black, silk, kimono style robe. Your eyes venture about the room, only to stop at me. Staring at you with lust filled eyes. You step toward me, letting the towel around your waist, gather at your feet. Exposing the treasure between your legs. I instruct you to lay face down on the bed. You do so without hesitation.

Let the seduction begin...

I kneel beside you on the bed, pour warmed jojoba oil onto your slightly damp skin. My hands massaging your shoulders deeply, causing the stress you tend to carry melt away. I slowly and lovingly massage every inch of your body, leaving you in an ultimate state of relaxation. 

Now laying on your back. I'm straddling your waist and feeding you strawberries, decorated with drops of honey. Feeding you fresh fruit adorningly, like a conquering hero fresh from victorious battle.

Sensual kisses being laid upon your neck, slowly en route to your delicious lips. Slow grinding my swollen clit on the tip of your increasingly growing hardness. Moistening your nipples with a succulent piece of mango, then lovingly licking them clean. I begin kissing and nibbling a trail down to your inner thigh. Looking into your eyes. I slowly lick your lingam from base to tip. My mouth molded around you, sliding between my soft lips with ease. Your flavor being savored on my tongue. The way your body reacts to my touch, arouses me to no end. My muffled moans sending vibrations through your body making it difficult to contain your composure. Your hands lightly grip my hair as your hips gyrate, matching my steady rhythm. Your breath becomes ragged as your member spasms, erupting warm sweetness on my tongue. I swallow what you give and continue to suck. Desperate to extract every drop. Your pleasure is my pleasure.

Welcome home, mi bello! 

Fleeting Pleasures

Fleeting Pleasures

Late night conversation, leading into day. Feeling your intense energy eventhough you're far away.

Your voice rolls all over me, like sap on a tree. Imagining your tongue, tasting my peach that steadily flows honey.

Longing for your hands upon my flesh. Carnal images on my mind, with no escape.

Needing to be liberated with your liberator. Shallow dips, deep thrusts and a steady pace.

It'll be awhile, longer than a minute, before I make my pilgrimage to you. Till then, fleeting pleasures, with you on my mind will simply have to do.

A Thought of You

A Thought of You

Not a stitch on. Laying in bed. Imagining your scent. Your voice in my head.

 Ripened blackberries upon firm chocolate mounds. Your finger stirring and dipping in the wetness you've found.

 My hips grinding and circling to your pace that is steady. The hardness of your cock against my thigh, signal that you're ready.

Moist yoni beckoning to rigid lingam, to venture deep inside. Moaning in sync and thrusting deep, to where the center of my love resides.

Chest to chest, limbs intertwined, two souls melding as one. Energies mingling, passion burning hotter than a thousand suns.

Feelings of waves growing bigger, but not ready to stop. I swiftly lay you down to finish the ride from atop.

I'm calling out your name, you're professing I'm the best. Up, down, back and forth while you tweak the nipples on my breast.

Cumming, oh so hard! Goosebumps decorating my skin. Feeling you pulsating inside my walls. Releasing your essence within.

Laying here wondering if you feel me, like I feel you. It's amazing how you set my soul ablaze with just a thought of you.

Imprint

Imprint

You've left something on my soul that won't go away. Something I don't want to go away. You've left me wanting, wondering, craving. What is it about you that makes me feel like flying, yet makes me more grounded than gravity could ever do? Why do I feel like I can do anything, like fully let my guard down?

Why does it feel like my soul is home around you? Why do I feel like there's nobody else in this world, in this life that could ever make me feel like you do? How do you do that voodoo you do, so well?

You've left an imprint on my soul that won't go away. An imprint I don't want to go away.