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Wishing I was not alone here today...
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Wishing I was not alone here today... "A symphony traditionally conforms to a set pattern -- the first movement or sonata, brisk and lively, the second slower and more lyrical, the third an energetic minuet or a boisterous scherzo, and the fourth -- a rollicking finale..." One of my fantasies... if I could find a nice, sensual, open-minded gentleman willing to be demanded all night, who might like to help me bring it to fruition? Sonata We meet discreetly at an upscale hotel I have reserved for the occasion, with me floating along in impossibly high heels and a simple, long black dress with a shameless plunge down to my coy breasts, and a similarly shameless slit up to the top of my golden thigh, which nevertheless does not reveal my underwear, because I am not wearing any. We enjoy a delicious three-course meal, observing the other diners, confabulating identities and histories for them, much as we are reinventing ourselves for the occasion, as we fortify ourselves for the night ahead with a range of choice tender morsels, watching each other carefully as we taste, savor and swallow, indulging in the mellowest of wines and in most sinful of whipped desserts (a prefiguration?) -- I confess that I cannot forbear to slip off one heel and slyly slip my silk-clad toes under the table towards your unsuspecting crotch to caress and conjure your sleepy nether demon into a state of heightened readiness... You decide it is time to repair upstairs, and we slink off into the elevator, the bulge in your pants noted but unmentioned by the pompously smirking waiters, while for their part the female staff cast smolderingly jealous looks at me -- and poutingly kittenish looks at you... and I ask you, in all wide-eyed innocence, if you would in fact prefer the tight-buttocked, tightly uniformed young lady in the corner to me, who seems intent upon retrieving some fluff from the floor, with the result that said uniformed buttocks are offered enticingly, if not very subtly, in your direction? to which you reply, your voice thick and low with a hunger as yet unassuaged -- perhaps later! We stumble out of the elevator on the 69th floor and tumble down the thickly-carpeted hallway into our stateroom, the covers on the football-field-sized bed already turned down, no chocolates on the pillow -- just the bottle of warmed chocolate sauce I ordered ahead. Now it is you whom I order to strip, and raise your arms up to grasp the headboard whilst lying spread-eagled on the silken sheets -- telling you, quite frankly, that if you move your hands down for one single moment, then the warm thick buttery softness of my lips around your swollen cock will cease immediately -- this is time for the true worship of the male by the female -- ah, to hear you groan and feel you writhe in spasms of anticipation as I kiss, tickle, nuzzle, and my mouth works its way down your chest, nipping gently at your nipples, down across your belly, passing your navel, moving at last towards your straining penis -- and as I finally reach out to taste him with my pink wet tongue, you almost scream, then you give yourself up utterly to mind-blowing, cock-blowing pleasure -- my tongue and lips kissing, sucking, mouthing you, drawing you in, working my facial muscles to mimic the milking action of an eager pussy, in and out and in and out, the same sucking and squeezing action that later my own tight pussy muscles will use to suck you in, release you, suck you in, release you, again and again and again, driving you into orgasmic madness... You beg me to reveal said pussy, so I comply -- much like the precursor of my mouth, she is flushed with pink, warm, tight and wet, and now thoroughly slippery in delight at how horny you are, and I cannot wait long, pausing only to slowly draw down my dress over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a shiver of silk, before mounting you on the bed, and lowering myself down upon your thick waiting cock... Any ideas as to what happens next...? 
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Damn.....so excited..... I have some ideas.....but I am thinking you know exactly what you want...
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I love it!!......Please continue!!!
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There is no reason for you to be alone today, or any day. Not if you contact me.
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1 post 11/17/2016 9:03 pm |
Would love to taste you
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1 post 12/3/2016 10:06 pm |
I would love to read more and more, again and again. Its really great experience to meet some one who wrote this precious blog: Hoe I will get more to hear from you Zoe.
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