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The Calm after the Storm – Erotic Reconciliation

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On this eve, I told him that this was the last day, and henceforth I will never speak to him again. It was only to be a quick goodbye. But I admit, one week without his beautiful cock and delicious body was making me crave him intensely.

I opened the door. We locked eyes. We both started to cry. One week before, I was furious and angry. I decided to start a big fight with him. I threw him out. He was innocent, as he’s my devoted lover. But sometimes, I just want out. Only later, I realize how inseparable we are.

Being the respectful man he is, he didn’t dare cross my ruling. After all, he knows how ruthless I can be when I am angry. When he arrived, I permitted a hug. The hug was so warm, that it was impossible to let go. He didn’t let go, as he started to bury his face in my neck. The familiar scent of love. He already knows every inch of my body…

Rather purposely, I dressed exquisitely sexy. My sumptuous breasts were well displayed in an elegant silk gown that clung tightly to my curves. My make up was perfect. My hair was fragrant, flowing and shining. My lips were on full display in a deep red lipstick. And my scent….. seeped out in every motion I made. My appearance was only to emphasize that I was in the mood to be devoured.

But this time, everything was emotional. I, his lady, was telling him that everything is over. Whilst we hug, he started to cry more. And then my own tears started falling intensely. For some reason, both of us believed that this was actually the real ending, the real good-bye.

But the hug made us both weak. Whilst in tears, I found myself biting my lips and clenching between my thighs. He grabbed me tightly while hugging, so my breasts were pressed against his own chest. How could I resist his delicious body, his euphoric scent seeping from his skin? But I did resist. I pulled away. I walked away….with one finger nervously on my lips. I knew he was fully scanning my body as I walked away, as this is why I intended to dress in such a racy gown. We stared at each other. But I quickly diverted my eyes and looked away. He continued to stare. “You look so beautiful baby.” In a rather vain nod, I just acknowledged his comment.

Although I was silent, my intentions were very clear by my eyes. All I was thinking was “Take my body now.” But no such words were said. He knew that underneath my silk gown was a soft, voluptuous, warm, aroused body — the body of his beloved. He also knows that I, his lady, am addicted to his touch. No words needed to be said.

I sat down, and tried to hide the fact that I was deeply deprived from not having his dick inside me for over one week. It’s torturous, as we are addicted to each others bodies. In that short separation, I had felt extreme sadness, and also extreme desire for pleasure. I went crazy with clients in that week, as it was the only way to express all my desire reserved for his body. But he is not replaceable.

He came closer. He sat beside me. He started to smell me, and hug me again. He was still crying. I kept still, silent, and I didn’t move. But I couldn’t stop breathing, nor biting my lips in anticipation. Was it a good idea to continue touching? Then he gave me a small kiss, which meant there was no way of stopping now. Suddenly, we started kissing intensely. After 3 years together, why were kisses on this particular night so intense and beautiful tasting? Deprivation.

I felt myself getting intensely wet as soon as his lips were touching mine. The taste of his lips and the smell of his body was making me lose control. He opened my gown, and caressed my warm breasts, and buried his face in my nipples. “I missed your smell so much baby,” he said. That’s exactly what I was thinking too, as his delicious smelling body was touching mine. Every move he made was exactly what I wanted. His hands slid under my panties, and his fingers felt the slippery wetness that was seeping out. Yes, it’s all for you, I thought silently.

I got up, and he followed me. He hugged me from behind, rubbing his hardness against my warm behind. He then caressed one of his favorite parts of my body — my derrière. He knelt down and started kissing my body from behind. His face was buried in my bottom, and he licked me all the way down to my feet. But on this particular moment, I didn’t want any romance — I didn’t want to be teased and worshipped. We’ve made love and did naughty things in many different ways, but on this particular moment I just wanted him inside me. I missed his hard, thick cock so much. I pulled off his pants. He took off his shirt. I licked his neck and licked his nipples…..oh, did I mention how beautiful was his scent?! I melted just inhaling and tasting his fragrant body…

I laid down on my back, and he opened my legs. I wanted him inside me right at that moment. He was just about to enter me, but he then put his face between my thighs and started licking my pussy. It felt intense, but I couldn’t stop thinking about his cock. I motion him to get up, so he could push his manhood inside of me. I was craving it so dearly, as my pussy was extremely wet and tight in anticipation.

As soon as he entered me, I screamed. He moaned too, which sounded so sexy. Both of us were in ecstasy. I grabbed him tight, digging my nails into his back at moments. The shape of his beautiful manhood and the way he fucks me makes me want to cum so hard. My pleasure is always first, and he fucks me in whichever manner I instruct. As he says, “I know every part of your body baby, I know exactly what you like.” And he’s absolutely right.

The kisses didn’t stop, as we were locked in each others lips whilst he penetrated me. I screamed so loud while he made me cum with his manhood, and I went crazy whilst he continued to push it deep inside me. I scream, “More baby…more…” I still wanted more, but he was ready to explode, where he came intensely. We collapsed on the bed, as if still in a trance. We held each other tight as we recovered from the intense pleasure. Of course, this was only the first round of pleasure, and only a very basic depiction of love-making for us…….as my Sheik and I have explored many different ways of giving each other pleasure.

On that particular evening, my intention of separation was, inevitably, revoked…..

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A Courtesans’ Pleasure

I’ve become overtly particular in how I like to be kissed, touched, licked, nibbled, and….penetrated. It is not just the physical acts, but also the emotional factors that are important when connecting with another person. I assume that I may ‘get off’ by certain clients, but it’s likely they will not satisfy all of my criteria — it’s almost impossible, given the amalgam of my preferences. My lovers set my expectations high, and thus I am not impressed so easily. But I have been floored — unexpected, indeed

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I assumed his patience would be limited, as he rubbed oil all over my nude body — how could he not just jump in at the earliest vantage point? But he didn’t. Patience is a virtue, they say. As the seduction unfolded slowly, I kept waiting for a ‘flaw’ in his act to reveal itself….

He brought edible massage oil. Oil, warmed by his hands. I lay on my tummy, exposing my back. He worshiped me at my shoulders, my back, my hips, my posterior, my legs, calves, and then — my feet. At my feet, he knelt down. He caressed his own face using all sides and angles of my feet — rubbed against his immense handsome, youthful face. His warm tongue on my feet, he licked my toes, lovingly and with care. My young dear had expressed his desire for feet beforehand, which excited me. His tongue searched the meanders of my body, saturated in fragrant oil. Slow and prolonged, which only ignited my heat further. It delighted me seeing his arousal being found in his oral fixation.

But, again, at every progression, I was waiting for a potential set back.

I turned around. He now worked on the front of my body. Kisses, soft nibbles, licks, and suckles. His warm face buried in my neck. Every part of his body was caressing me. If his lips were suckling and exploring my breasts, then his hands were caressing other parts, his body grinding softly. It was the same whilst he was at my feet, or between my legs — he used every part of his body to give me pleasure. All whilst, his manhood was fully aroused, brimming — yet, this lovely boy was patient, prolonging the teasing of my body.

After kissing almost every erogenous region of my body, his lovely face had reached the valley between my thighs. He examined me, as if he had never seen a woman in such ‘real’ detail before. I had recalled his correspondance before meeting: he told me that he had never kissed ‘one’ before. He had never tasted the arousal seeping out of woman. I thought, for certain, that I had found my setback. He paused, whilst his face lay before my  pussy. He continued to explore, with soft kisses on my inner thighs and outer labia. He opened my legs further, getting the most detailed view. This was new territory for him, as he claimed. I giggled at his innocence. I laid there, with my legs open, exposed and brimming with arousal from the intense foreplay…..and seeing his sexy face enticed me even further. He inhaled my scent. Then suddenly, my intense longing for his lips and tongue became reality. He tasted me, the first woman he ever tasted. Since he was inexperienced, I assumed he would be lacking in skills. But my expectations were exceeded. He went crazy. He licked, suckled, penetrated and tasted me with his warm mouth and tongue. I was in awe, mesmerized; so many factors made it more blissful than others. What drove me most wild was his intensity — it seemed he was doing this for his own pleasure — my young boy, with his oral fixation. Whilst his warm face was immersed in my ‘honey,’ he simultaneously used his hands to caress my breasts, feet, thighs, and hips. At one point, I took his hands and sucked on his fingers whilst he performed his oral magic. To my amazement, he required no instruction, as he perfectly responded to my moans and shakes. His intensity was bringing my climax to its finality, and I clenched his hair whilst I come……in all it’s beauty. My dear, whom had no idea of the female orgasm. After he ignited me, I took control. I beckoned him how to take me — take me with vigor, instinct. I thought, for the last time, that sexual penetration might be his set back. But again, I was exceeded in my notions. He took me, just as how I wanted — making me cry out with intensity, rawness.. exactly how I like it. Shortly after round one, to my delight, he got to work again — and went back to the valley between my thighs. He opened my legs again, and dove in to taste and lick. We repeated the whole beauty again, and again…

At one point, I exclaimed, “Thank you God, for making men like this.”

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