I remember the day I walked unexpected into your livingroom, late on a Sunday afternoon. I could hear the the soothing sound of your guitar as I walked up the drive, sounds so lovely that my heart seemed to stop beating in order to that I might listen more perfectly to the perfect sounds you were creating. I felt a delicious glow in the pit of my stomach, and as I opened the door to enter your house, your music enveloped me, surrounding me in a mantle of acoustic beauty that could only be surpassed by joy of your radiant smile.
I stood in the doorway, and watch while your fingers glided effortlessly over the guitar's neck, and your sensual fingers brought forth its sweet and joyful sounds. You were a lover, pouring your passion into the object of your love, the guitar, and the language of that love was the passion of another, long-departed lover written in musical notation between the staffs of a torn score sheet. As your fingers caressed the instrument, the passion of your music lifted me up, and carried me away.
The guitar sounds built up to a crescendo, reaching the heights of musical passion, and tumbled softly down to resolve itself in a rush of soft notes that reminded me of the soft glow on your skin after our lovemaking. Softly I walked into the room, daring to break the magic by offering my appreciation in a gentle applause.
You turned around, the guitar held by your side its passion quiet for the moment. Our eyes met. You smiled, a smile that turned me into molten flesh as you stood up, lovingly put down the guitar, and our bodies flowed together. Our kiss was the personification of pure fire, as every neurone in my sensitive lips leapt into action sending tingling sensations shooting down through my abdomen. My pulse quickened, and my penis began to glow as my pelvis brushed against yours. The passion was almost overwhelming, more so as I knew that you were experiencing similar feelings as you pressed your body into mine.
One hand held the small of your back, while the other gripped you behind the shoulders, I pulled you closer as my tongue parted your lips, darting inside, seeking the sensitive places that would make you tingle with excitement. Your hands were behind me, stroking up and down my back in gentle and loving movements. Still holding the small of your back, I began brushing the back of my other hand past your right ear, down across your neck, and up over your chin. A soft moan escaped through your nose, and my lips still covered yours, my tongue still probing your mouth.
For a few moments your tongue entered my mouth, touching me in palaces that seemed to set of little sparklers in my mind. Then, our lips separated, and I shifted my focus to nibbling on your chin. Moving up, I drew your lower lip in between my teeth, allowing to to escape softly, setting up tingling ripples as it went. Neither of us spoke as I kissed your neck, nibbling as I went, little moans that seemed to have lives of their own arose from somewhere among our mutual passion. The sounds served to increase our ardour, and by now you could feel my fully erect penis pressing against your pelvis. The knowledge of my excitement increased the flow of your own juices, as you felt the familiar wetness in your panties.
Leaning back, my penis pressing fully into you, I stroked my hand down across your breasts, touching them softly through the thin material of your dress. I recall reading somewhere that it is not the notes that make the music, but the pauses between them. I wondered if this could also be applied to making love. With you, my love, it most surely does, for together our lovemaking produces such beautiful music.
With this idea in mind, I looked into your eyes, and moved my lips towards yours. Before our lips met, I paused in my movement, for just a moment, and as our eyes met I let you see the love and desire that mingled together inside of me. The pause heightened the passion of our kiss, so pausing again for the rest, I looked into your eyes, and then drew your upper lip into my mouth, nibbling it softly as I let it slip away.
I began to unbutton your dress, pausing, looking you in the eye, and softly nibbling each little bit of skin that was exposed between buttons.
I shift the focus of my attention as I take your left hand, and draw each finger into my mouth in turn, nibbling gently on the pad of each finger, the sensitive area of your finger that feels the guitar strings as you play. You feel the hot wetness of my mouth, and the sweet tingles as I nibble.
After another long lingering kiss, I move my attention back to your now open dress, and I kiss and nibble my way down to the edge of your breast. I slip your dress over your shoulder and it falls to the floor. I love paying attention to your sensitive breasts, so I open my mouth, pause briefly to look up into your eyes, and then I draw your nipple very slowly into my mouth. My tongue makes little circles around your nipple, and I draw it into my mouth, nibbling it softly at first, then harder.
I kiss my way down to your belly button, nibble all around it, and work my way up to your other breast, where I nibble and lick around the areola, finally drawing the nipple in, and biting softly all around it. As I continue biting and sucking your nipple, my hand slides slowly down your side, feeling the smooth texture of your skin as it goes. At your hip it slowly, sensuously brushes across your hip, meets your panty line, and slips underneath.
As my hand slides down towards your crotch, I can feel the heat, and a little soft moan escapes my mouth as my excitement and yours grow together in unison. You cannot suppress a long low moan as my fingers brush across the delicate, silky wetness of your aroused cunt. You know the wetness always excites me, and I can barely suppress the desire to enter you now.
You fumble with my belt, and with a little help from me, my pants fall to the floor. I stop what I am doing for a moment, and tug off my underwear. My hard wet penis is freed from any restraining garments, and it stands fully erect, completely engorged, as hard as steel. You gasp softly as you reach for it, pausing to catch my eyes before reaching out to touch it.
Your hand is on my penis, and I am lost in loving you. The deep and sensuous fire that your touch on my penis, and my touch on your wet cunt lips ignites is me is almost overwhelming. My penis is as soaking wet as your aching cunt is, and your fingers stroke the glistening clear liquid around my penis head, sending sharp jolts of electricity up my abdomen. I hope that my touch against the edge of your clitoris has the same effect on you.
We want to relax, and take it slowly, but the excitement is tangible. We are all over each other, lost in the passion, writhing through space in a cloud of unbelievable sensations. It is hard to know where I stop and you begin, where my passion and yours blend together it is as if as a single sensation travels over both of us.
Soon, it is impossible to do anything else except enter you. You turn around, leaning on the back of the couch, your buttocks and hot, wet pussy are the most exciting sight I have ever imagined. I step toward you, my penis erect and purple with lust.
I press its slick head against your waiting lips, and pausing for a moment, I press it gently and it slips softly between your swolen lips. Half of its length is inside of you, and I start to withdraw it slightly, before pressing it in again. It goes further, and you gasp with pleasure as you look around and catch my eyes. Slowly, ever so slowly I press into you, pause at the end of my stroke, and withdraw.
Reaching under your body with both hands, I take each breast, and stroke your nipples, pulling them outwards as I thrust firmly but slowly into you, and releasing them as I pull out, before repeating the process again and again, slowly, deliciously slowly.
You are moaning now, and I am increasing the frequency of my thrusts as your arch your back to meet my passion. I move my right hand down your belly, across the softness of your pubic mound, to the area above your clitoris. Slowly, I move your pubic mound back and forth in unison with my thrusts, ending sharp waves from your clitoris up through your breasts, and my thrusting penis alternatively fills you and releaves the pressure.
Your breathing is coming in moans and gasps, and is becoming increasingly eratic and uncontrolled. I can hear your gasps deepening, signaling that you are close to orgasm. My own sensations are also getting stronger and I know that if I don't make a pause here I will explode into you. But I don't want to do that yet. It will be much better for both of us if we wait a little longer, build it up, and hold it back, build it up, and hold it back, before allowing ourselves the ultimate joy of mutually bringing ourselves to a tremendous orgasm.
I hold back, slow down, and very, very slowly, I move my penis into you. I can feel all of your vagina with my penis, as it slides like a greasy, burning rod into you. My eyes water in pleasure, but I can feel the orgasm slipping slowly away. I move a little faster, wanting us both to stay on the edge of the orgasm as long as possible. We repeat this over and over, until our faces are as wet with tears as out genitals are with the fluids of our love and passion. We hover on the edge of orgasm, building it up, and letting it subside just slightly, before building it up again.
Soon it becomes too intense, and I feel that you too are ready. I move your clitoral area with my hand to intensify the sensation, and I can feel you stiffen as the orgasm approaches like a runaway train. I squeeze my penil and lower abdominal muscles as hard as I can, and as you scream your orgasmic scream, I can feel my orgasm lift me up, and plunge me entirely within your passion. At that moment it seems as if we become as one, but I continue squeezing, until I somehow feel that your part of our joint orgasm is reaching its peak, and then I let go my muscles. All the tension that I have thus built up is released in a few seconds, and my orgasm is so powerful that I almost feel like I have disappeared inside of your beautiful body, and become one with you. It seems like I can't stop coming, and from your moaning I know that we are 100% together in this moment.
And so it is that WE played our music together, the pauses and notes of our passion creating a mutually pleasing symphony that culminated in the explosive orgasm that we shared. Lying together on the soft carpet, basking in its afterglow, I think about the look of intense pleasure on your face as yuor orgasm overtook you. That image in my mind, I can feel myself stirring again. Easing out of you, I help you over onto your tummy and begin a slow and sensual massage. But that is another story, isn't it my love. I think you have quite enough now to make you feel the delicious glow of sexual arousal, and I want you to enjoy it now my love, like we did then, even though I am not there with you. I want you to run your hands over your aroused body, teasing all its special places. Most of all, I want you to taste your moistness, and sperad it around your clitoris and pubic mound. I want the middle finger of your right hand to pleasure your clitoris in that special way. And I want my words to help you have a sweet and special orgasm, because if I know you can do that in response to my simple words, that it will be like I am making love with you from afar. Especially as knowing it will make me have that special glow, and will make me stroke my penis, purple with lust for you, and have my own special orgasm.
[I like to think that this story first made you tingle, and the tingles grew stronger and became those delicious aches that you and I crave. It's OK, I know, I crave them too, they are so delicious. Lean back and think of the story, let the ache flow over you, savour it for awhile. Then, slowly, let your fingers move over your throbbing, aching clit, let your fingers slide into your wetness, taste yourself, the way I love to taste you, then make those little circles that get you to the edge. Play your own body like a guitar, remembering the pauses, and the major and minor chords, play up and down the scale. Build it up, slowly, love yourself on the edge, then play the final verse, and cum for me, for us, for our words, our strings plucked together.]
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