She stood there, enticing me.  She was as naked as the day she was born.  

She was exquisite from head to toe.  Her eyes were looking at me as she caressed her heavy breasts.  She lifted one towards me in encouragement to move closer.  She bent her head and tried her best to keep looking at me as her tongue wrapped around her nipple making it glisten in her stiffness. 

She lifted both breasts towards me and dared me to refuse what she offered.  As she lifted her breasts, she gently spanked them together causing them to ripple and dance. I was entranced.  Drawn forward wanting to hold and caress and bury my face at the same time.  

I cupped one in my two hands and lifted it to her lips first and then my own.  Lapping, suckling, nibbling and, yes, biting.  

Butterflies creating a tsunami of pleasure in my belly. Lost in time and space.  It felt as if I had come home on a stormy dark winter's night and I was sat in front of my fire. 

I knew I was home.