It was an evening of relaxed dining on each other to the background music of Springsteen, Sinatra, Tiesto, Bocelli and Adele. “I’m on Fire” “Jersey Girl” and “Brilliant Disguise” by Springsteen always puts me in the mood and Sinatra, Bocelli and Tiesto keep me there. Can you think of a better way to spend sundown than having your body worshipped? We kissed passionately, just enjoying the feel of our bodies against each other, feeling our tongues in rhythm and never missing a beat.
The hands began to slowly roam and explore over the landscape of our bodies. They were soft hands. My tongue was busy licking his skin from his neck to his expansive chest and in between his long legs. His face, buried deep within me and I felt as if I was floating. Versace, my vibrator, then made a grand entrance and the feel of his tongue coupled with the low buzzing, brought me waves of orgasm that was like Sandy’s wrath.
Total relaxation. No pressure. Pure carnal desire outspoken. Who knew the feet were such an erogenous zone? My legs, my toes, wrapped around his neck, in his mouth, my other foot gently rubbing his cock as he worshipped away. My large, soft breast rubbed him everywhere – his ass, his chest, his cock. My nipples danced around his mouth, finally anchoring themselves in between his pussy-moist lips.
Finally, he straddled me, fucking my breasts, eyes closed, me watching him intently as he masturbated on top of me. I love that. I whispered ” let me feel your hot cum all over me..” so softly that I wasn’t even sure he could hear me. Then, a noise, an imperceptible groan, escaped his throat and my breasts and neck felt suddenly hot and creamy.
Sex takes on different forms – conversation, kissing, intercourse, even your own thoughts. This time, my sex just happened to be cumming to visit from CT.
your kinky courtesan xx