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I'll Wear My Best Red
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I'll Wear My Best Red Here is my story inspired by a post a friend of mine made several days ago that she titled I'll Wear My Best Red - Title I39ll Wear My Best Red If you get a chance you should check out SapioGurl's blog - The SapioFiles And now the story... I wake and see the covers Obey your curves Highlighting every place I have been. Every place I will be again. I brush the small curtain of locks That obscure my view from your face. I gently roll you onto your back as you sleep. I roll And perch above you Like a tiger Trapping it next meal. My hand Slithers under the sheets Snaking its way Up your soft thighs. You let out A soft moan In your sleep As you feel my fingers Slide up and down Your tender folds. Ever so subtly I coax the desire As you wander between Wake and slumber. I watch your breasts rise and fall With greater effort As my fingers manipulate you Like and expert cellist Does their instrument. Your eye shut tighter As your mouth opens In its need for more air That your moans extract from you. You sputter a moan and gasp As two fingers Sink into you Like feet Settling into the sandy beach. Not fully awake yet You instinctively grab my wrist As if to force me To stay right there. I pull my fingers out Ad give your wetness A firm smack. The jolt of electric pleasure and pain Wakes you . You open your eyes And are greeted By the fiery eyes Of the predator Hunting above you. Before your brain Can fire and comprehend Your eyes react and close As i pounce. My soft lips Are not tender in their kiss. The kiss is a statement, A connection, A bond. As lips grind And crash against each other Like crashing waves Upon the shore. The kiss lasts the lifetime Of a moment Until our need to breathe Overrules our intent. I shove my fingers Back inside you And I swallow your moan Into my soul. Reaching I grab a handful of your hair Pulling your head back Exposing your neck. My teeth Rake their way down your neck Then nibble your ear. The heavy husk Of my voice in the morning. Reveal your instructions. For my desires Are you instructions. “I’m hungry.” With that I roll off you And stand beside the bed. My cock swollen and erect. The morning wood Making no apologies For existing. Defying gravity Like I just defied your pleasure. This swollen ache Pointing at you Less than a foot From your mouth. It’s existence Taunting you. You watch my hardened cock Bounce and teeter With every step I make. You watch me Walk over to The closet And grab a set of your heels. I continue the voyage Around our room And stop by your vanity. I pick out the shade of red That looks best On those wicked and sweet lips. The silence of the morning Hangs in the air As I simply place the lipstick Standing up Upon your bedside stand And the heals on the floor Beside the bed. Putting on a t-shirt And and a pair Of my gym shorts I make my way to the door. I don’t even look back As i simply Walk out of the bedroom. The soft pulsing Of your lips Remind you of the kiss we just shared And<b> damp </font></b>desire You feel between your legs confirms Just how much I own your pleasure. You make your way To the kitchen In nothing more Than the heels And lipstick. You hear My background noise Of talking heads on the tv Shouting at over each other About something something. I sit In our big comfy chair Cleaning out email And other things As you make breakfast. You place the plates Upon the table And come to me To the table. Never saying a word But letting your movements Say what you mouth is not. We eat our breakfast And discuss our plans For today. Dutifully You start To take care Of the dishes. I give your ass A playful slap. Thank you Is the validation You hear As I slowly stand. You find yourself Stuck Between me And the table. My presence makes you learn back Against the table Until there is no other place to go. “Breakfast...” You bite your lip When my fingers Glide up and down Your feminine folds. “Was...” You feel my finger part you Exposing you to me. “Delicious” As you gasp And feel my fingers ease into you. My fingers Move in unison In and out of you With my words. “You” As my finger push completely inside “Need” You feel the long slow draw out “Something?” The finger push back in Feeling your wetness building. You feel the stretch of your body subside As I pull my fingers back out. You answer more eagerly Than you wanted As you blurt out. “YES!” Your knuckles whiten As you clench The edge of the table. The force of my mouth Latching onto your nipple Nearly knock you flat Onto the table. My lips tug and suck your nipple As my fingers speed their way In and out of you. The timing of your gasps shortens The volume of your gasps of breath Multiplies as i adore you. You can feel yourself Getting close. The need has been percolating All morning since I woke you. My lips tugging at you. Your nipple Feeling that delicate balance Of soreness and pleasure. I pull away As you feel the heat rise Inside you. As I step back your hands Still grip the table As you body feels the torment Of unfulfilled’ pleasure. “You have some dishes to do.” You aren’t sure if it’s the multitude Of emotions Or biochemical reactions Firing within you But you thought you heard The faintest echo Of a chuckle From within my words. All you know is I was near you Part of me was in you I was adoring you And now I am not. I make my way Back to the living room As your body and mind Struggle to adjust To the successive Sudden changes In stimulus. The wetness you feel Between your thighs And the puckering of your nipples Feels the cool of the morning air As you skin radiates The steam of desire. Your body doesn't want To do dishes It wants What it has wanted Since before you woke. Work before pleasure. You know your place. I am busy making a list of items I will need for today’s project. After finishing the dishes You make your way Over to in front of the TV And kneel down. I finish making my list And preparing for the day ahead. I stand and walk towards you. My eyes Locked onto yours. You don’t want me To so easily see into you That you want to Avert your eyes But you simply cant. I stand before you. My smile elicits yours. There is no doubt With what exactly You are craving. I can see All that your eyes Show me. I saw the signs Of your anxious yearning As I approached. I know all the tells Of your body. There is no hiding from me Exact what you want And exactly how you want it. I stand before you As see the silent voice Your eyes plead with. The smile That curls on the right side Of my mouth Grants you the permission You now so desperately seek. You pull down my shorts And i step out of them. Cupping my balls You run your tongue Along the underside of my shaft And wrap Those red stained lips Around my semi hard self. Your tongue and mouth Pulling the desire in Until I swell within your mouth. You move up and down and around. Gliding over me trying to control my pleasure. I put myself into That eager circle of red I push in and wait for your To close around me. You hair makes a great reign As I pull your lips off me. I put myself inside my pleasure hole And yank your head back by your hair Once again. I watch you watch me Yank and pull you off me. Over and over again. Every time you are so eager To feel me inside your mouth. Every time I delight In watching the wetness Form contrails Between me And your lips Before they fall And dribble onto your chin. I grab the back of your head And pull you onto me. My hips Show no hesitation. I hold you Where I want you. Your mouth As a place Where I take my pleasure. There is no forgiveness There is no mercy In each violent stroke Into your mouth. I watch that red ring Take every inch of me. I hear your gag I can tell You delight In the sounds we make. There is no playfulness In those blue eyes You see staring down at you. The razor sharp focus Of the predator above Pierce deeper into you More than My body ever could. You part suck Part choke As I push past your tongue And find the back of your throat. Those red stained lips Daring this bull To continue to charge. My body collides against your face Over and over In a never-ending barrage Of fury and passion. You can barely hear my grunts As the concussive force Of me against you Disorients you. All you can do Is feel the rigid hammering The girth of my desire And the taste of my skin. Take it all. This is what you wanted. Admit it. How much more abuse Can your mouth And throat take. Give in, You head spins When suddenly You find Everything you have wanted. There is no dampening The crescendo Of my moan. You feel the first surge And the second Before you even Have a moment to taste it. Your lips suction around me Forever ravenous To drink of me. I continue to thrust As you take And taste. The Red Feasting and ravaging me. A portal to your desire And to my pleasure. The smeared red Taking every drop of me. Thar red Seeming to want more. I stay inside As i slowly go soft. The red lets little moans and hungry sounds Escape past As you continue to taste. When you are done You let me fall from your red lips. Licking them So as not to waste Any precious treat. You look up at me As my smile shines down Upon you. You feel Your lipstick And my hot sticky mess Smeared all over your lips, cheeks, and chin. Wearing only your heels my release an that shade of red you seem happy. I watch your eyes Try to search mine For some sort of validation. My sexy fucktoy. You always looks so pretty When you wear me and that shade of red. I see the delight and Satisfaction In your eyes. I also see that quizzical look As you wonder Just how I knew Exactly what you wanted. There is no hiding the belly chuckle I let out. “You’re wondering how I knew.” The half crooked smirk Give me a moment To compose myself. “You’re adorable When you talk in your sleep. “I usually know What you need. Not sure what Or who You were dreaming about; But when you mumble Just let me suck your cock already As you sleep Think it's safe To say I know exactly What you need” Your red lips Look so pretty wrapped around My swollen throbbing cock. But I see the extra confidence That additional layer of sex appeal Your seem to feel and put on. You let the vixen And the slut Walk proud. You embrace What you feel inside Whenever you put on that specific lipstick. That's why that Is my favorite shade of red. |
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