Jack And Jill (a little sweet...something)

Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water

Jack lay down and dropped his trou

What Jill saw made her wetter

Jack got Jill to bend and kneel

Not caring who could see her

She pulled his nob cos she loved this job

Her eyes said, “Jack come hither”

Jill went in, pulling Jack within

Her tongue making Jack whimper

He held her head, his legs widespread

And cried, “Jill please go deeper”

Now Jill did moan, which made Jack groan

His dick slipping down her throat

She didn't take heed, he released his seed

And she swallowed like a G.O.A.T

A little bit of Gudvybz on a Sunday!!

I knw it's been a while so I figured when I cum again I'd make it good ;)

I had the pleasure of being interviewed by Gudvybz GV on Facebook Live (just before we had afternoon tea cos we're posh & grown like that), and here's what I had to say:

And after tea (& some alcoholic beverages *shifty eye*)

Happy New Year!! (The Countdown)

Sometime before midnight:

He gently caressed her breasts, suckling one of her nipples. She sighed in contentment under his ministrations. He rubbed her other nipple, rolling it between his fingers and she tried again to move one of his hands between her legs. He released her nipple with a wet smack.

“No, no. You have to wait for that, it's not time yet", he said laughing

“Why not?" she whined.

He quickly glanced at the clock across from him.  "Just wait", he responded, trying to ignore her squirming. He looked lovingly at her body, trailing his hand down her chest, touching her breast and lightly pinching her erect nipple. The slight pain of the pinch made her pussy tingle. His hands continued down her body, drawing slow patterns on her stomach. Using both hands, he traced patterns on her stomach and sides.  His hand crept downward and paused, the sensation was enough to quicken her heart as she waited for them to moved down even further.  She gasped as she felt him lightly trail his fingers over her soft low patch of pubic hair.

She spread her legs a little wider as an invitation for him to explore the soft wet folds of her. She wanted his fingers in her badly, and he was torturing her by delaying the touch she desperately craved. His finger slid up and down her slippery wet slit. He licked his finger and commented on how good her pussy tasted. Once again he traced the cleft of her pussy with his finger and this time offered it to her. She sucked his dripping finger into her mouth, loving the taste of her on him and knowing that he was responsible for the wetness of which he was giving her a taste.  Pulling his finger from her mouth, he returned to playing with her pussy. She felt the second finger work its way into her and sighed heavily; she moaned as her body shook. Her pussy was sopping wet, and the pussy juice made his fingers very wet and slick. She started moving faster against his fingers, moving towards her orgasm but he held back, calling her name to get her attention.

"Countdown from 10" he said. "What??" she asked confused. "Countdown from 15" he repeated

"Ten...." she started

She felt his tongue on her pussy.

"Nine..." she felt it lightly on her clit

"Eight...."she gasped as she felt it darting and enveloping her swollen clit,

"Sev..." , she threw her head back trying to get through the numbers.

"Six..."she felt him thrust his tongue hungrily deeper into her

She started to grind into him, harder, faster, flying into her orgasm in a building wave of intensity "Four.." she screamed as she came. He didn't stop, wanting to draw every last cum from her.

Her toes curled and her thighs tightened around his face. He secured her hand back on the top of his head while her hips moved in rhythm against his face. "Two...." she moaned, her whole body stiffening. She came so hard her body shook but still he didn't stop, his tongue continued to lick patterns through her orgasm; and then he made her have another and another after that one, all the while pausing to tell her how good she tasted. All she could do was writhe helplessly and shake as each orgasm came. Then finally, he moved back up her body, kissing her mouth.

She slowly gained her bearings, hearing fireworks go off outside in the distance.

"Happy New Year babe", he said smiling.  "You missed out on some numbers there. We have to correct that".

Masochistic Inclinations*

I crave the feel of your teeth on my nipple as they sink into my tender flesh

I long to gag as you hold my mouth open thrusting your hips savagely into it

I can feel the sting of your hand against my breast as you grope my tender flesh

I spread my legs anticipating you spanking my sex until my orgasm holds me over the edge of the highest of cliffs

I do as I am told because only then, when I am good, am I allowed the pleasure of an orgasm

*Steven J. Cavenaugh knows

Over His Knee*

I take off my clothes and lay across his lap

I know there's no need to count tonight

He'll stop when he knows I'm satisfied

And will reward me with love and adoration

No more thinking on my part

As I go over his knees

*Over My Knee -Steven J. Cavenaugh

The Thought

The thought turned her on

Thought of that hardness

Rammed in to the hilt

The tightness, the tension

The pleasure, the pressure

Heightened senses, stretching of skin

Slowly and softly

Pushing within

she opens up, accepts him

The hunger takes over

She sucks him in, her body rocks

All of him she is taking

That pleasurable grunt

The tightness flexing

Pulling him in

The feeling explosive

Flushed full of sin

His fingers are squeezing and rubbing that spot

The orgasm building

Pushing deep, moving faster

Just don’t stop she asks

Back arches deeply

She rides tumultuous waves

Hardness pushing into her

Her body is heated, fast rapid breathing and

Light of the head, the sensation lingers

Her body then stiffens

She pushes back hard

The cock thrusts in further

The whole nine yards

She gushes hot liquid as the orgasm hits

He roars with feeling, biting hard on her

withdrawing his manhood

He shoots from his eye

The white pearly milk

Showering her body

With his sweet sticky spunk

Breathless together

Every thought a thread of excitement

 

Sultry Sunday

So this morning I woke up wondering what it'll be like spread out in front of you
Naked, face down; you spanking my ass....lightly first , then harder
My pussy getting wet as the slaps get harder
Me biting down on the sheets to stop from being too loud
Your finger in me, in and out while you keep spanking me
Then you start to smack my pussy....driving me crazy
Alternating between fingering me, smacking my pussy and spanking my ass
And just as I'm about to cum, you put your mouth over my lower lips
Use your tongue to fuck me, graze your teeth over my clit
Sending me over the edge, holding me steady and drinking me all in
As I come don from my high, you flip me over and move up on me
Using your dick to tease my lips as I flick my tongue over the head
You feed your dick into my open mouth
Pushing it in slowly first, then moving it faster, harder
You steadily fuck my mouth...going in deeper, fucking my throat
Holding my head in place as you release in my mouth and I sallow all you've got

I lie here wondering, smiling & getting wet at the thought

Rush Hour

More people pile into the packed train, trying to fit, making it a tight squeeze
Bodies pushing into each other, fresh and stale scents mingling,
the unique odour of the morning rush
Pushed by those still trying to get in, I'm pressed harder into the body behind me
I mumble an apology unable to turn and a hear a deep voice in acknowledgement
The train jolts and I fall back into him some more, we laugh together as I try to get my balance
His hands hold me by the waist to keep me steady but then they linger, moving down my skirt
He slides it lower over my ass to the hem lifting it to the tops of my lace stockings
Lightly running his fingers at the top of my thighs, he traces circles on my thighs moving up higher
I gasp as he starts to stroke me through my panties
My legs part as his finger slides along my covered slit, my wetness soaking through
He tugs my panties to the side and allows his fingers trace along my fold
His finger dance between my wet lips and soft-haired mound
The train stops abruptly at the next stop causing his finger to sink in more deeply inside
He holds it there, not moving keeping me on the brink
Some passengers step out to the platform and more get on the train
I briefly wonder if they can smell me, if they know what is happening beneath my skirt
I concentrate to keep my face neutral to not sigh, not let out a moan
The train starts to move again and the finger in me begins it's play
Dipping slowly in and out, a little deeper still while his thumb start to tease my clit
My hips start to rotate, grinding gently against him, my walls closing in around his finger
He doesn't slow down, his finger twisting and probing,thumb stroking rhythmically
My fists clench on the pole I have been holding onto for support as the train speedily through a tunnel
Trying to keep steady my breathing hastens, body tenses as I find my release
Outwardly quiet but intense explosion in my head, vision blurring as I fall over the edge and into orgasm
He taps gently against my mound as I come down pulling out and leaving me empty
He cleans my juices off rubbing his fingers on my thighs letting my skirt fall into its right place
The train rolls into the next stop, my destination, slowing down as it comes to a stop
I adjust the bag hanging on my shoulder and smile as he whispers, "So, same time tomorrow?"
"Of course", I reply with a smile, "the 08:07 to Bank" and I step on to the platform.

Seduction Of The Mind*

The seduction of one's mind can take time
Like an artist with a brush
Creating not art but passion-filled lust

Seduction of the mind can be a great game
The goal of which to light passions great flame
To fill the mind with great desire
to dance within passions great fire

When seduction of the mind comes first
It can release passion with a burst
Setting lovers free to explore
With their minds an open door

*found elsewhere

Hear My Words (Soundcloud)

So I decided to do a little extra something for those that enjoy reading me. With a little encouragement from a new friend I decided to post some audio on soundcloud. So you can listen to my voice as well as read them, this way you can take them anywhere with you. Most will be read by me but others are always welcome to read when they like. You can even have your own little guessing game about which voice is mine (at 1st it'll become more obvious later, I'm sure).

I will have the audio of several posts, if there is any in particular you want to hear let me know and I will try to oblige. It can even be your own little bedtime story ;).

So hear goes (2 audios so far): https://soundcloud.com/yve_olution

On My Knees

Anticipate

I Call Him "Sir"

Sitting quietly, obediently, heart racing in anticipation, eyes forward as instructed.
I feel his hot breath on my neck as he stands behind me. He made sure I saw everything he intended to use on me. I reached out and he spanked me. "Did I tell you to touch?" he asked. I shook my heard in answer and whispered, "No". "No, what?" he said, smacking my thigh as he asked, demanding. "No sir" I answer. And that is how we began.

Everything became dark as he blindfolds me, he confirms that I see nothing but black, kissing my neck, then adding a little bite in approval. I get even more wet, sitting there in nothing but stockings and high heels, dressed as instructed. He pulls me up, gently guiding my steps forwards a little. "Open your legs" he tells me and I do so without hesitation. I know I will be punished already and I do not want to add to my misdemeanours.  I feel a cuff on my right ankle and he moves my stocking-ed left leg out a little more, spreading my legs wider as he cuffs my left leg too. I try to move a little, testing out what he's done but I can;t move my legs. He has me spread open with the spread-bar I saw earlier.

Stroking along my legs he comes up, brushing his fingers along my lower lips gently, then push his fingers a little deeper in making me gasp.  I lean forward losing balance and I feel his hand on me, steadying me, then digging into the soft flesh of my waist, hard enough to make me wince, "I have you" he whispers gently.  I feel his hands roam down my body, moving lower he cups my ass, fingers digging in. I pull a sharp breath and I feel s smack on my bottom.

"Do you know why you are being punished?" he asked
"Yes" I answer
A harder smack on my ass
"Yes, what?" he demands
"Yes sir" I answer
"Tell me why"
"Because you asked me not to touch myself during the week and I didn't listen"
A hard smack on my ass
"Yes, I told you not to touch what was MINE and you disobeyed. For that you will not come until I tell you to"
"Yes sir" I answer, breathless in anticipation, in pain, in pleasure

He slaps my ass again, each smack getting harder and harder.  He starts with the right cheek, then moves to the left, and back. Each sting getting me wetter, translating into signals of pleasure in my brain, taking me higher the more he spanked me. My  moans get louder and I feel like I'm getting high to my climax and he stops reading my body as he always does. I cry out and he says, "take deep breaths, you are not allowed to come".  I breathe in and out heavily, trying to center myself, dropping from the high but needing release. I can't even ease the tension with my legs spread open .

He waits a few minutes, making sure I cool off, then he starts again.  Using his hands to feel the lush contours, the curves that respond by pressing into his hands. He spanks, then uses his hand between my thighs and into my center, I move against his hand, not realizing, seeking relief. Hissing in displeasure, he pulls me forward and I shuffle along until my front is flush against a hard surface. "Lift your hands up above your head and pt them together" he instructs. I complied and feel a harness placed around them and tightened. I feel his absence as he takes a step back as if to inspect his work. He pulls me out from my thighs, my back dipping, arranging me in the perfect position to allow him access to all areas he desires. He runs his hands all over my body before he starts spanking me again, this time only letting up when he gives smacks against my clit, my wetness audible, dripping down. I am whimpering, trying to hold it all in, waiting to come only when instructed, rocking back and forth, slick with sweat in my effort to not come. Then begging for release, begging for his fingers, his mouth, anything to send me over edge instead of this precipice he is keeping me on, where I can barely think.

And just when I think I can't handle anymore, through the haze of pleasure, I hear him say, "come for me" as he gives one more slap to my ass. then one hand reaching from behind, fingers inside me, going in deep, the other hand reaching around the front pinching my clit. I scream out my release, the pressure and pleasure make me weak kneed, my harnessed hands and his arms keeping me up and steady, losing track of my surrounding with my senses only hanging by a thread. He holds on to me, stroking my body gently as I come back to him and I hear him whisper, "Now for the intermission."

The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas and all was quiet in the house

She tiptoed down the stairs in nothing but her blouse

Right before her he stood and she took in the sight

There by the fire Santa was basking in the light

He looked up and saw her and called her to his side

She hesitated unsure, taking time to decide

He asked again sternly, this time making it a command

She winced at his tone but hastily obeyed his demand

“You’ve been a bad girl” he said, “You know what that means”

She replied, “I don’t know what you mean”, as she played with her seams

“You know not to come downstairs on Christmas Eve night”

“Now do what you do when you don’t get things right”

He held out his hand to take her own and moved to his chair

She bent her head down, bit her lip and played with her hair

He pulled her to him folded her over to lay across his lap

She gasp at the motion, moved her thighs open leaving a gap

A hard slap on her ass caused her to groan

She wriggled around, got more comfy as she laid prone

Another smack to cause the sting that she so enjoyed

A loud moan she uttered as the smack she couldn't avoid

Smacked he kept giving till he felt her wet

Both ass cheeks he spanked in a naughty duet

She wiggled some more as the pleasure took over

Her moans louder, groans deeper as his hand started to rover

Smack ass once, stroke ass once and back to spanking again

The pain, the pleasure her composure she couldn't maintain

His hands moved lower and her wetness he was smacking

Answering that unanswered questions her body was asking

She moved her ass back wanting some stronger relief

The smacks on her wetness nothing more than an aperitif

Fingers in, he started with one then added two

She cried out for joy her loud moans no way to subdue

In and out his fingers moved until her body tensed

Faster he went using other hand for smacks as watching her he sensed

She screamed her release, her body opening up to him, he marveled at the sight

He thought, “Happy Christmas to me, I know I’ll have a good night”

*Merry Christmas folks.  Love well, eat well, drink well....be happy*

In The Park

In the park, under the shade and among the overgrowth
Laying back among the grass, the sun feels good on my skin
Eyes closed, listening to music and letting the world's troubles melt away
I feel you hands on my feet but I keep my eyes closed
I expected this, anticipated it, was hoping for this
Feeling your breath on my skin as your hands move up under my dress
Small kisses up my thighs, I feel your tongue...hot, wet
I shiver even as I heat up, soaking wet
A moan escapes my lips as you take a little bite of my inner thigh
As you reach my epicenter, you breathe my essence in
You fill me up with your breath making me gasp
I feel your tongue, first you run it over my outer lips
Up and down, passing lightly over my clit
You do it again, this time a little harder and I shudder
You part my lower lips with your fingers
Using your tongue on me harder causing my moans to get louder
The pleasure gets intense, pressure building higher
I start to move, body confused if it should run from it or embrace it fully
You hold me down, commanding me to keep still
Telling me to obey, reminding me that it is all yours
Holding my ass in place as you tongue fuck me
Your words, your actions pushes me even more
I bite my finger to stop myself screaming
My Body tenses up as I reach the edge
I hold your head closer to me, willing you to go on, to take me over
But you stop
I whimper needy, heavy with want
You pull your head back
Kiss my inner thigh
Tell me to remember you own the essence that is me
And you don't want your essence to find release.....

Last Time

There was no gentleness with it
No falling into warm embraces
Lips were not touching in sweet caress

We did not reminisce on shared moments
On when our bodies fused together as one
Our bodies slick with sweat, cool air on hot skin

It was a quick-paced dance with the perfect partner
Longing causing clothing to evaporate
There was no temptation, no tease, no seduction

Sensual movements, quick thrusts
Limbs entwined, hard unforgiving kisses
Intense grunts, succumbing to the dark

Words were left outspoken
Thoughts and secrets kept locked
No drawn out words of love and goodbyes

There were bruises only to be felt in that moment
To be seen but not understood
Made in the heat of passion, tattooing the hurt

It was rough, it was pain, it was release
It was the last time

Don't Turn Around II - Voyeurism (The Watcher)

It'd been a long day, an overly demanding boss, some ungrateful customers all amounted me to needing a drink or several and I knew just the place to get a little time off from reality.

I order drinks and make my way to the back, looking for an empty booth, the only company I want to tolerate being the bottles in my hand. I find the perfect spot, an empty booth with seats facing the bar entrance, allowing me to people watch without much being seen.

I sit down comfortably taking a swig of my drink and that is when I see her. She pauses at the doorway as if a little unsure, taking in her environment with a sweeping glance around the bar. I watch as she takes a deep breath as if a questioned had been answered.

I watch he walk up to the bar,  hips undulating, her skirt floating gently around her. Gliding in heels that draw attention to the smooth soft looking skin of her legs. She walks up to the bar, giving the bartender a wide smile with her eyes, obviously flirting as she seems to place an order.

She glances my direction and I look away flustered that I may have been caught staring. I look around the bar and that's when I notice him. He is watching her intensely, seeming to take in her every move, as she stretches to to speak to the bartender, the little laugh she makes at whatever he is telling her as he sets her drink down.

I watch as he stalks up to her and places a hand on her hip, where her top doesn't quite meet her skirt. She tenses up and I do too, wondering what is about to happen.  I watch him whisper in her ear and I see the a naughty smile spread on her face, watch her eyes light up as she listens to him then orders to the bartender.

I watch him kiss her neck and see her body melt into him, her head moving a little more to the side, giving him more access to her neck. She seems to move a little more into  causing me to pull my eyes from her ace down to where I see one of his hands gently pulling her skirt up.

My temperature goes up a couple of notches as I guess what he is doing, I watch her more open a little like in a gasp, her body leaning back, more into him and her eyes closing.  I watch her hands grip the bar and I can't help but wonder what her lower lips look like, what they feel like. Do they pout waiting to be petted,  are they meaty waiting to be eaten.  I watch he hip move gently and wonder how wet she is, how many fingers he is using to give er all that pleasure I read on her face.

So intent is my watching his hands move so obviously in her, I don't notice her eyes open ans she is now watching me.  Looking right into my eyes, hers full of undiluted lust, eyes that start to hold some mischief and I wonder if she knows how hard I am from watching her wanton display.  If she knows I want to drag her away from him, set her on the bar and sink into her wet warmth. I watch her mouth fall open even wider, her breathing quicker and more shallow. I watch and see her nipples through her top, hardening in lust though my eyes remain on hers.

I see her gaze pulling me in, daring me to keep watching, trapping me in her spell. I grip my bottle tighter, trying to control myself, stop myself from getting up and going to her, collecting on the promise her eyes hold. My trousers become uncomfortable, my hardness about to burst out, The thought occurs to me to look away, leave them in their private public display but I can't. It is three of us in that moment, his fingers connecting him to her, my eyes connecting me to her in her raw moment.

I watch her eyes darken even with the distance between us I can see she is at her peak, I can almost feel her as she shudders gently, gripping the bar harder, cumming quietly.  She keeps her eyes on me as she goes over the edge, we remain connected as she comes back slowly, I watch the awareness flowing back into her eyes, her body straightening up.

I watch as she smiles sweetly when he kisses her neck and then her hand, he whispers something to her and she responds still watching me. He takes her by the hand and for the first time I notice she has not looked at him at all in their time together. Not after he walks up behind her at the beginning and kisses her neck the first time, not when he kisses her on her neck as she comes down form her high. She has been watching me all through their sexual tête-à-tête.

I watch as he starts to lead her away, her eyes looking away for the 1st time since she found mine and I feel a loss that our connection is broken and I try to get back to my abandoned bottles but I look up again to find her watching me. She smiles into my eyes and stretches her hand toward me, silently asking me to join and I move quickly. I do not hesitate and follow as I watch her go out of the bar.

Don't Turn Around - Exhibition

"Don't turn around", the voice whispered softly in my ear. That's how it all begins.

I knew you were watching me, when I walked into the bar I felt your eyes on me.
Watching me flirt with the bartender as I ordered a drink, watched my lips close around the straw as I sucked the sweetness in.
I felt your eyes on me and I didn't turn around even then. I was going to do as you ordered. This was your game, your rules.

Your hands on my hips as you move comfortably behind me, I feel the heat of your body warming me.
I tense up when I feel your touch on my bare skin, where my top doesn't quite meet my skirt, humming in anticipation as you slowly trace your fingers over it.
You ask me to order you a drink, I obey your command the bartender non-the-wiser of the tactile communication between us, going on in front of him.

You kiss my neck lightly & my whole body responds to it, heating up like you've started a small fire, one that needs a little stoking to go ablaze. I feel the heat down my spine.
One hand remains on my hips, the other creeps under my skirt, slowing drawing figures on my thighs, causing me to close my eyes and lean back a little more into you. Higher and higher you go, until you reach your destination, my wet center, making me gasp unexpectedly, in pleasure just as the bartender sets your drink in front of me. You stroke harder, whispering instructions of quiet, causing me to shudder a little. I'm trying to control myself, knowing we're in a crowded bar. I want us to be here for a while, I want our game to last, as long as I don't turn around.
One finger stroking along my slit, slowly teasing, pausing and starting all over again. I hold the bar for support, mouth falling open a little, then biting lips trying to stop sound from escaping. Finger inside me, working it's way in and out, at a leisurely pace ignoring my need to speed up to release as I push back down.
Second finger inside, filling me, thumb rubbing that magic button. My hips move in time to your rhythm even though I try to control myself, stifle my movements but my body has a mind of it's own and it's focused on pleasure.

In and out you go, increasing your speed, then slowing down, playing with me, toying with my body, enjoying the access I've given. I feel the tension build; the pressure, the pleasure and with that I feel something else, a tingle of awareness. I look up in front of me and find a pair of eyes watching me. Eyes aware of what is happening, full of lust, dilated in arousal. Those eyes pushes me faster to the edge, the hands between my thighs taking me over, the feeling explosive, the release of hot liquid as orgasm hits. Open mouthed soundless scream, hands holding on for support the moment not quite expected so soon and still I look into those eyes as I go over. Eyes fixed, daring them to look away, challenging them to keep watching, keep enjoying me in my raw moment that moment that is just three of us.

Your fingers slow down, bringing me back slowly. I hear the noise in the crowded room again, see the forgotten drinks in front of us. Kisses on my neck that make my legs weak, you take my hand whispering, "Remember, don't turn around". I smile and I assure you I wouldn't, looking right in front of me, into those lust-filled eyes.......

Senses Of You

I don’t let them look into my eyes

They don’t see me like you do

The light behind the dark

See my soul catch fire

I don’t let their words seduce me

They don’t sound like you do

Sounds melting me from hard ice to hot liquid

Heating up from embers to volcano

I don’t savour their many flavours

They don’t taste like you

Exquisite sweetness of life

Trying to satisfy the insatiable

I don’t let their touch linger

They don’t feel like you do

Caress sending chills across my skin

Touch that calms and excites me  

I don’t let them in my bed

They don’t smell like you do

Let's Play

Let’s play a game

We’ll start off slow

Just in case you need to take a breath

Let’s breathe together

Touching each other gently, softly

Let me hold the back of your head

Let me kiss you slowly

Pull me closer on to you

Set my body on fire

Tease me and open me up

Make me need you inside

Let me take you in deep

Let me clench around you

Feel the tightness, the pleasure

Let me ride, pushing back on you

Let’s increase the pace

Let’s lose control

So come play with me

And whoever dies the little death first...

Loses

On My Knees

On my knees is where I wait for you
The air heavy with anticipation
As I wait to worship at your phallus

On my knees is where you find me
Callused hands caress my neck
Hair pulled back roughly at your mercy

On my knees is where you take me
Opening my lips up wide to feed me slow
Then more insistently to take you all the way in

On my knees is where I give control
Letting you push as hard as you like
Letting you pull as gently as you want

On my knees is where I take you deep
Swallow you whole as you come inside
Hold you close as you get back to me slowly

On my knees is where you love me
There is power when I'm on my knees

It Started With Her Legs.....

I first hear the sound of her high heels, walking with that confidence, the clicking making one of the sexiest sounds a beautiful woman can make

As she walks towards me I am taken with her legs, beautiful long legs I'd imagine wrapped around mine. Or better yet, over my shoulders as I appreciate her

She comes and sits beside me, her skirt riding up a little, showing a bit more skin and I am drawn to the shadow between her thighs as she crosses them

I see myself smiling and telling her she is beautiful; see her looking at me quizzically before smiling back

I see me caressing her legs, slowing up & down from her feet to her thighs. See myself opening her up to view the uniqueness that is her and her alone

I will watch her luscious lips as they come out to greet me.  Watch them quiver as I pet and stroke, all the while talking to them, telling them how beautiful they are

I see myself gently pulling them apart to look at her inner lips, licking them a little, spreading the top searching for that button

I’ll approach it slowly, travelling first to the tender spot that is her inner thighs. I will kiss it, lick it with the tip of my tongue, moving closer to her lips and then float away

I will want her to wait in anticipation. I will lick the crease of her thighs, make my way down slowly, nuzzle my face into her brush my lips against her center

I will feel her moving underneath me straining to get a little bit more of me then I’ll put my lips right on top of her clit kissing her gently, then harder

I will gently spread her legs and my tongue will separate her lips running in between layers of plump flesh as I feast on her

I will pull her lips apart and will flick my tongue against her clit quickly, feeling her legs shake I will start to suck gently, then a little harder

I will heed her instructions not to stop and suck harder still. I will slip a finger between her lips, first one and then another

I will speed up when she wants to go faster, slow down when her body tells me to, follow the direction as her body orchestrates

I will feel her body beginning to tremble in pleasure then tensing, I will suck harder then, hanging in there till it’s over, my tongue licking her lips gently now  

I see myself talking to her, stroking her, letting her come all the way down from her high gently  

I snap out of my reverie as she comes and sits beside me with her long beautiful legs, her skirt riding up a little, showing a bit more skin, I lift my eyes up and look at her smiling into those warm brown eyes and I hear myself say, “Hi.............