Vacation champagne Thursday: bubbly, local hazelnuts, dark chocolate with crisp bits mixed in. Six more flutes to pour.
3 weeks ago
I ached, desperate to touch you, hold you, feel your heat, make you yearn as I did. When I reached out, you stopped me, pushed my hands to the floor. I gasped. Shoving my thighs apart, you buried your face between. Your tongue moved slowly, as it had when we kissed. You traced the edges of my lips then flicked your tongue upward to stroke my swollen clit. With the pointed tip of your tongue you outlined my pleats and tucks with soft, fleeting, teasing stroked. Deliberately you let your tongue circle and tease.
Gradually, you probed inside me, while I drenched your face and groaned and cried out in pleasure and frustration. I struggled to keep myself from reaching for you. You licked inside me, flicking your tongue around and around, slow and easy, then harder, driving, thrusting. When one outstretched finger slid inside me, probing deeply, I bucked into your mouth. I moaned and lifted and ground my hips into you, trying to get closer, straining to hurry your movements. You pushed me back to the carpet. You pushed my legs wider with your shoulders and strafed my throbbing flesh with your tongue. My internal muscles fluttered around your finger and my abdominals began to shake. Overwhelmed, my vision dimmed, breath pushed from my lungs letting the wave take me.
1 month ago
I know I’ll think of us upon that hill,
With the golden moon arising,
And the starts will fall around us still,
As the love is realizing.
And so it is until we meet again,
And I throw my arms around you,
You can count the gray hairs on my head,
I’ll still be thankful that I found you.
It’s from me, it’s to you, for your eyes,
It’s a weight, a wonder that is wise,
I am here, you are there,
Love is our cross to bear.
1 month ago