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Jeans
Jeans (Inspired by a picture on FetLife Which brought back this memory) walking into the room I am entranced by the lines of your bare back flowing from the top of your jeans to the curves of your neck and to the soft dark curls of your hair which framed it You turn and the lines of your smile and the sparkle of joy in your eyes start a stirring deep inside me a stirring that vibrates my soul I walk toward you You reach out with your hands your nipples bud out toward me your welcome turns the stirring inside me to a throbbing that curls my blood stiffens my penis confirms my manhood I take your hands in mine and twist them behind your back pinning your arms below your shoulders pulling you against me snuggling your loins against mine thrusting my genitals against yours Your smile deepens a sigh slides out from between your lips as your head tilts up to keep our eye to eye flow Reaching down I touch your lips with mine fullness and warmth your responsive softening slowly opens our lips so that our tongues begin the dancing the playful intertwining and our breath flows from each into the other deepening the throbbing in us both heat surges between our loins I sense the dampness moving towards your thong my briefs holding a<b> damp </font></b>spot of pre-come our tongue dance deepens one of your arms moves signaling me to let go I drop my hands to your hips and let my need for you sigh into your mouth Swiftly, fiercely without breaking our connected loins you divest me of my shirt laying your chest’s skin onto mine The hard buds of your nipples burn into me pushed there by the warm softness of your breasts hard small crowns on the throne of your being as our tongues and lips dance as do our bodies rock back and forth there is a not quite grinding at our loins but we are oh oh so close energy building flowing back and forth cycling us into one your tongue slows I move my head back and see the mischief twinkling in your eyes you know how much I am moved by the sight of you in jeans only I respond to your mischief spinning you round pinning your back against my chest pushing my hardness against your bum’s firm enfold my right hand reaches down my fingers open your zipper I reach in and push out the soft cotton of your thong Beneath the tip of my forefinger I feel your clitoris pocking out of its hooded home my finger tip moves gently, relentlessly over, besides, under, across curling and stroking searching for today’s pace and pressure that will move you forward to the place for which we both long I find it not as hard as some days not as soft as most today’s pace and connection signaled by your sigh and your head folding back against my shoulder your eyes rolling as you begin to boil then from inside us comes the slow welling of your O the shuddering which moves us both to a resting place beyond our flow I hold you grateful for the way in which you have just affirmed our connection and our life’s energy flow Thanks for visiting Hope that my words Left you with a stirring or a thought or two Leave a comment please even it is only a word or two ... |
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