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Good lord, that woman is sex on legs! Wee, beautiful and plump, and she loves sucking my cock! What more could I ask for? Nowt much, really. She’s my wee plump bellissima.
I love when I've had an especially hard day at work and she's in before me. We both work pretty much the same hours, but twice a week, Tuesday and Thursday, she has an early finish and lovingly prepares a meal for me.
I love her cooking. I don't know if I love her cooking as much as her wee plump body, I'd say they were on a par. I love eating them both, after all.
Tonight she has prepared a veritable feast and I intend to nom it all up... and her, too. I enjoy showing my gratitude to her and she always cums so hard. I’ll show my gratitude if she doesn’t blow me into a coma!
Tonight I am nomming a nice hearty beef stew with mashed spuds and lashings of gravy. This woman can cook up a storm!
And blow up a storm! When she’s sucking my cock, there’s nothing else in the world. It’s that fucking good. She does this thing where she sucks, licks and hums at the same time. It’s truly amazing! She hardly stops to take breath and to watch her head bobbing up and down, well, that’s just beautiful. She fingers herself a little bit, but always goes back to concentrating on my cock. Her long hair tickles between my thighs and little wisps of it tickle my belly as her forehead comes down and my cock goes as far down her throat as she can manage. Which is pretty far, believe me! She kneels there, looking up at me with my cock in her mouth and hums “I love you". That always makes me wanna go over the edge. With my cock in her throat, she uses her throat muscles and makes swallowing movements, which makes my cock feel as if it’s being squeezed. Her tongue is always in play and it’s lashing up and down my shaft, whilst her hands rest on the tops of my thighs and her thumbs massage the base of my penis. Then, there’s this other thing she does. She very gently massages my balls with her free fingers, almost tickling them as her thumbs are constantly working on the base of my shaft and, of course, her tongue lashing my cock. When she knows that I’m ready to cum - I get really loud, so it’s pretty obvious - she stops massaging my balls and concentrates purely on my cock head. Sometimes she licks just the end of it, sometimes she hums around it, but whatever she does, she always makes me cum harder than the last time. I feel my eyes rolling back in their sockets and my breath coming out in one long, contented sigh. I like to watch, as she greedily sucks the cum from my cock and swallows every bit of it. She looks at me with her big, wide eyes and a smile that has “I love you” written all over it, she doesn’t even need to utter a single syllable, it’s all there in her eyes. Tired as I am, I always try to return the favour. Sometimes, I just can’t, but when that happens, we snuggle and fall asleep in each other’s arms or just lay there enjoying the loving feeling of togetherness.
I love my boyfriend. He’s so lovely to me. I can’t even begin to describe how amazing he is. He always cooks for me at the weekend and it’s always something I love. That said, I do love my food. I’m a plump wee girl.
Tonight we’re having roast duck with ALL the trimmings: roast potatoes, steamed veg, stuffing, bread sauce and some bacon on the side, cannot forget the bacon! Let’s not forget the gravy, either. Good lord, that man can make a mean gravy! He insists it’s just a standard gravy recipe, but it’s something special. I’m pretty sure he puts my favourite wine, some sort of Merlot, in with it. Whatever he does, it’s just amazing.
As amazing as his oral skills? I can’t decide. They both satisfy me, just in different ways.
When he goes down on me, it’s like the world just stops. There’s nothing there but me and my man. He always starts by slowly kissing my lips (the ones by which I stuff my face). His tongue lingering around, darting about my mouth, giving me a tease of what’s to come. He worships my face, kissing my cheeks and moving his hands down to fondle my ample bosom. I never have to do anything, he takes full control and I melt under his loving, caressing touch. He undresses me and drops little kisses all over my body as he does. He loves my neck and spends ages kissing, licking and gently nibbling on it. His hands are always near my backside, groping and fondling it. There’s a lot of it to fondle and he tells me he loves that. He lays me down on the bed, which is always freshly made, with clean, soft linen. He sweeps his long hair forward and tickles me with it and I giggle like a wee schoolgirl. He always makes me want to giggle. He takes my breasts in his hands and kneads them, tweaking my nipples, rolling them around until they are extremely sensitive, then he blows on them, making me shiver and gasp. It feels special.
“I love you,” he tells me, with absolute honesty and conviction.
He moves down and kisses my tootsies. He loves my toes. I’m not fond of them myself, I think they’re weird looking. He insists that they are perfect and I believe him, even if only for that moment. I breathe rapidly in anticipation and he massages my feet, making me feel safe and secure. The best is yet to come, I know, but I could just have an orgasm right now. Slowly, but surely, he moves up my legs and parts my thighs. I’m wet and flowing and he tells me just how much he loves my aroma.
“You taste exciting,” he tells me.
He puts one hand on my stomach and rubs it, the other hand massaging my pussy lips. His tongue - his magic tongue - sneaks little licks of my clit and the hand that’s massaging my pussy lips occasionally goes into his mouth, savouring my taste. He looks me in the eye and tells me how wonderful I taste when he does that. Finally, his mouth goes to work on my pussy. I feel his soft, downy beard tickling me as he licks my folds. I giggle a bit and I feel him smile beneath me. His tongue becomes deeply embedded within me and his nose tickles my clit. I can’t believe how wet he makes me! His arms go underneath my thighs and he lifts me up so he can get a better angle to lick and suck me. With his arms around my thighs, he takes one hand and slowly inserts one finger into my pussy. His tongue is still doing wonders on my clit and the other hand wants its fingers penetrating my backside. I’m wet enough that he could do that if he wanted. I want him to. I want to feel him everywhere: on me, in me, with me.
“You taste sexy,” he tells me, his voice wavering from the excitement. I can see his heart beat in his chest.
I lay there and concentrate on how wonderful he makes me feel. His fingers eventually make their way into my backside, so I’ve now got one finger in my butt and by this time, three in my pussy, as well as his tongue. His nose is still rubbing up against my clit and with all the sensations and his sincere words of love, I feel myself nearing orgasm. He feels it and removes his finger from my butt. His two fingers in my pussy stroke the walls. One is very near my G-spot and one near my perineum. His tongue is doing such a wonderful job of licking my clit. He moves his fingers as if they are walking and they are now both hitting my G-spot, ever so gently.
“It’s gonna rain!” I say.
I always say “it’s gonna rain” when I’m about to cum, simply because of how wet I get. Hungrily, as if he’s never been fed, he laps my juices up as the most intense feelings run rampant through my body. I feel my face getting flushed and the most wonderful, relaxed, sexy feeling coming over me. He looks right into my eyes and says, with a sexy smile:
“I love you.”
He lays next to me on the bed and we snuggle. My head rests on his chest and I listen to his heart beating. I love my boyfriend. He’s my world.
I love laying there with her. I want her to feel safe, secure and loved. She’s my everything.