Blake Mercure
Stories (1/0)
A Dream
I remember the face but not the name. I remember both her hands fit perfectly in one of mine as they were pinned above her head. As I kissed her lips I traced her body with my fingers. I pull her up to peel her blouse from her body. As I lay her back down her hands are once again pinned above her head. I tease her lips with the thought of a kiss. My fingers brush the skin down the center of her body until I reach her waistline then start to trace the crease of her pants up her inner thigh. As my fingers reach the center of all creases its wet and she lets out a light moan. As my hand rubs the crease I kiss down her neck to her chest. The kisses get lighter forcing her chest to rise to my lips. As I make my way down her stomach I begin to peel her jeans from her shaped legs all while her back rises begging for me to go further. I kiss along the outline of her tan line, teasing the temptation. Pulling down her pink laced panties, I follow the center bow to meet a taste of a syndical temptation. The taste of lust pierces my lips and I begin to crave it. Her hands now pinned on her sides of no freedom to this control she no longer has. Her body begs for me to continue, it pleads for this ecstasy. Her hands clinch the sheets below as her breathing becomes heavier, her back arches, body on hands and knees begging for more. With just my mouth I make love to her. Her muscles tighten as she flirts with nirvana until her tongue unties and a moan can be comprehended. She speaks softly but demanding as she asks me to make love to her.
By Blake Mercure6 years ago in Filthy