misty2262

A lovers touch.......

So soft and sweet, you'd know it anywhere caressing gently on your cheek and stroking through your hair, his lips brush yours, then kiss again, his tongue, your lips divide, you sense his touch upon your breasts and let those fingers glide.

Slowly now his hard does squeeze, drawing all around the silken cloth about the breast, a nipple to be found he rolls it softly back and forth, to build your own desire knowing that each tease he makes burns your body's fire. And then he slips his mouth onto, the vee of your blouse reveals, opening each button then more kisses he now steals.

And when at last your blouse open, to share you with more his hands return the stroke and touch, but it is none the soon. You turn your back with the apping of your breasts, you see and then his lips overmore to tease and taste of thee.

As passion grows your hands entwine, within his silken mane pulling him to your lips, so you may kiss again. His hands slip away, to glide along your thigh causing you to pull away so you could softly sigh. And when the morning pleasure seems more than you can take, your lover seems to stop awhile, perhaps to take a break.

But no...his hands merely want to slide away your slack so his lips can follow the rest, delicate white tracks. Another mean you offer him when tongue strokes through soft fur and then he moves away from there. That is quickly lost for you when his lips crush yours again, kissing with a passion that should drive your soul insane. His body molded to your form, you feel his hard desire parting then your legs for him to push the passion higher. He stops again to feel your need and hold you in this place.

Then slowly slips inside of you, just the tip incase, with head now nestled in between the lips, so very wet he scraped the nipples with his teeth , and he drives you wild I bet.

For suddenly you're thrusting fast and moaning load he hears screaming that your so close. Screaming in his ears and when at last the passion peaks you make only to find that the pleasure you just had, was all within your mind.

And yet that's not exactly true for even now you feel that somehow this erotic some, was fact and very real.

A lovers touch you don't forget, all the faces decree, That it was just a dream and simply could not be. For you know now that long ago, he departed but you still love him so, whatever it's worth.

Now when sadness takes its hold and all seems lost you feel this story comes to be with you, so you laugh and wipe away every tear.

Yes, I'm drunk. Happy Friday and have a great weekend!