Good boys are obsessed, devout…..to the point where they beg to please a woman. “Can you spit in my mouth?” “I want to you to cum, squirt on my tongue.” “All I want is to lick you from the back entirely and stick my tongue right in….” “Let me kiss and massage your feet!!”
Somehow, I sensed you were this type.
I am thinking of you, you’re in a black shalwar. A fitted one. Your face, and the contrast of your handsome beard. Your eyes, as green as the plush lakes of Gilgit. On this night, I wish I had worn my kameez too….the one that fits tightly against my heavy breasts and butt. But instead, I wore my lingerie. Silk and lace, all black. Black heels. Black felt immensely sexy against my skin on this eve. Though, a tight kameez would have been much more sexier, but I knew my lingerie will entice you.
I know exactly how to tease a man like you, ….a man from the region of spices and myrrh. Men of spices appreciate and get rock hard over subtle things on a woman’s body. Let’s take a woman’s feet, for example. The first time I came to know your love for feet is when you saw a video I made of me getting a pedicure. Later, you confessed that it makes you intensely hard seeing my toes all polished and pretty. Your subtle desire for subtle things excited me, because I knew it meant you would lick me from head to toes, literally. It made me wild to imagine your tongue and you tasting me with it. And of course, I imagined how you would taste too. Lazeez
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He sticks his thick manhood between my legs. I get a rush of ecstasy from his strokes inside my wet warmth. It causes me to lose my mind, I literally get high from it. I know he’s watching my face as I bite my fingers while he lays it down. I know he’s watching me flush and glow. He teases by pulling out and quickly placing his face between my legs to use his tongue to replace his….
Then he comes back up to the lips on my face, so we can kiss passionately. I taste him, I can taste myself.
I can’t get over the thoughts of it…..you…..the songs, your voice, your singing. Only men of spices and myrrh know all the subtle erotic moves and spots that give me pleasure. But it’s not only about me. Your smell and taste brings comfort. Your beard, your hairs on your body, your nipples, your soft lips, your tongue, your hands, and the few silver greys in your hair..ahh.
Thinking about your manhood, I am reminded of when you are inside me. As soon as your enter me, I’m squeezing you tight internally. Your hardness enters me slowly to tease me, you want me to feel it inch by inch before you push it deep. By this point, I want it hard and rough, but you tell me something I already know: you will cum if you go too fast. I tell you, “Slow down then baby. Don’t move.” We tease slowly. Each thrust is intensely pleasurable and bringing me closer to cum. I am yearning to take it hard and have all my soft spots hit by your beautiful manly body. I let you cum, because you can keep going and fuck me all night.
A woman like me needs multiple orgasms, in multiple ways. Touch, taste, lick, suck, smell. A woman like me also needs to be made love to in multiple positions. When you’re on top, feast your eyes on my face and my huge breasts shaking while you thrust me deep. Take turns between passionate kisses and suckling my hard nipples whiles we make love in this scene. Then let me get on my knees and let me graciously bend over. Grab my hips and take in the view of my wide hips and shapely backside. Hold on tight as you grab hold of my flesh on my hips. Slam into me baby. Pleasure me with your hardness from behind. Then hug me from behind, and caress my large breasts at the same time while my hips are on your lap. I love when you’re hugging me from behind and you kiss my neck, ears and back. Let’s melt into each other.
Now our bodies are wet, and the heavenly scent of our love making has filled the room. Let me taste you, let me lick you all over and drive you wild just as you have done to me. In fact, why don’t we please each other at the same time…….
I am an addict. I admit. A sexual, erotic high is spiritual and phenomenal — the true ecstasy. That Toni Braxton song, “You’re making me High” is literally me in a nutshell.
**Please note this erotic story is fictional