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"Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep." - Shakespeare
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"Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep." - Shakespeare Water is so sensual. I’ve always found water to be an aphrodisiac (even though I’m an earth sign). I find being in water calming, soothing and erotic. Standing in a shower, soaking in a tub, wading in the ocean, swimming at night in a pool warmed by the heat of the sun. Since I was young, my favorite indulgence when bathing, after showering, is to lay in the tub and let the water from the faucet beat down against my clitoris, shifting slightly to feel it pound into my vagina, and back and forth until I came with the rush of the water as the tub filled and covered my hair and my face. My legs pressing against the cold tile while the water embraces my body with its warmth and it brings me to climax. Aaaahhh I also love the feel of a shower pelting down on my body, a slight sting (if the pressure is good) with the soothing rush of liquid. And adding a lover to the mix sends me over the edge! The smooth caresses of a lovers hands, almost frictionless because of the water. Standing, facing the showerhead with the water pulsing on my skin while my lover stands behind me, running his hands over my body, pulling me into his body, feeling the pressure of his cock against my water slicked ass, his hands running down my back; down my arms; around my body to cup my breasts in his hands. Lifting them to the force of the water, pinching and squeezing my nipples while supporting the fullness in his palms. Mmmmmm Soapy hands covering every part of me, squeezing my ass cheeks and slipping a finger between them. Penetrating me slightly with a soaped up finger, I moan and move into him as he growls against the back of my neck. Pouring shampoo into his hands, he runs them through my hair, massaging my scalp with the tips of his fingers, and then carefully rinsing every bit of soap from my hair and body. I turn and take the soap so I can run my hands up his chest, creating slight suds in the patches of hair on his chest. Running my slippery hands over his pecs and tweaking his nipples as I glide on around to soap his back and press my breasts against his soapy chest, mine fleshy and slick with water his solid, the light soap in his chest hair creating a cushiony feeling against my hardened nipples. My hands that were moving around his back now running over his shoulders, his shoulder blades, pressing against the ridge of his spine, sweeping out around his waste and down across his hip bones. Moving back around his ass and cupping his cheeks with my hands. Gripping his cheeks with my hands, I slide my body down his to my knees in front of him and I lick his solid cock in a single line from his testes to his crown. I bring my hands forward and soap his balls and cock. Embracing his balls lightly but firmly and gripping his cock firmly running my hand along his shaft, over the ridge of his head and flipping my finger across the top of his head. I move aside to let the water wash away the soap. And then I take his dripping cock between my lips. Licking each drop of water, sucking on the head and pulling the full shaft into my mouth. The water adding to my excitement, like it’s urging me on as I suck on his length. Running my tongue around the head as I pull my mouth away and then push back down against his length. Feeling his head pressing against the back of my throat. Swallowing instinctively the water running down his chest, across his stomach and into my mouth as I grab his butt and pull him deeper into my hungering mouth. He braces his hands against the wall and leans into me, letting me ravage him with my tongue. I feel his balls tighten under my chin, his breathing becoming ragged, his penis throbbing, jumping like it’s reaching to be deeper inside my throat. And with a purr and a swallow, I drink down his essence as he shouts to the wall. With a final lick from his balls to his tip, I rise and kiss him. The water washing away all evidence of our time spent beneath its revitalizing touch. There is nothing softer and weaker than water, And yet there is nothing better for attacking hard and strong things. For this reason there is no substitute for it. -Lao-Tzu (c. B.C. 550) My soul is full of longing For the secret of the Sea, And the heart of the great ocean Sends a thrilling pulse through me. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882), The Secret of the Sea |
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I sooo want this to be you and me. Waiting for your reply back sexy.
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