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On the edge
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On the edge We were busy learning about each other, the weights and measures, delicacies for each, her taste of the ocean, earth, and rain, a slight note of dewberry, and she described mine as a salted cream, a bit of tart lime and sweet pineapple. We enjoyed the flush of chemicals that coursed through us when anticipating lovemaking, when finishing dinner, looking into each other's eyes across the table, our feet touching, rubbing, exploring, and our eyes fast, silently imagining. Our ideas flow like moonlight through the trees, coursing down like light rain, and when we get to the sofa, or the soft rug in front of the fireplace, the cool air on the veranda, the warm rocks at the edge of our spring-fed pond - we fall into each other, drool the evidence of our eagerness. On a evening in August, we were finishing our corn on the cob, salads with sauteed sesame tofu and peach slices drizzled with a balsamic reduction dressing, sweet and tangy, but still light and fruity. I marveled at the peach fur on one large slice, the colors of the deep red dressing on the fur, and picked it up in my fingers and licked it, enjoying the soft fur, before holding it to Breanne to see what she would do with it.  She smelled it first, then bit the end off and leaned forward, letting a bit of it's juice escape the corner of her mouth, then pressed her tongue to my lips and the peach into my mouth where she and I moved it about squashing it between our tongues, the juice escaping our sloppy kiss, dribbling into my goatee just slightly, blessing us with it's sweet fragrance. I wanted to taste her, to drink her in, to bathe in the heart of her, to apply my most reverent attention to her core, and to show her how much I'd grown to care. Breanne kept her pussy trimmed carefully, very short hair, and occasionally shaved. I knew from recent exploits, breakfast, that she was a bit fuzzy now, and then and there our evening's activity was planned, assuming she'd go along with it. After our kiss, we finished the last bits of dinner, and I took her hand and drew her to the back yard. The day had been , but had cooled off, and was mercifully dry, wonderful, comfortable weather for the back yard. I took her to the large smooth boulder we frequented and lay her down on a thick towel. Lifting her dress, fell to my knees and kissed the inside of each knee, then proceeded to kiss upward inside her thighs. She sighed with each kiss, more-so as I got higher, and a peek at her cunt revealed a rivulet formed and running slowly from between her lips. I rose then and went back to the house without a word. The sun was above the horizon, so we had about 40 minutes of fairly good light left, and I brought back a kit that I'd had for some time, and a large bowl of warm water. I knelt back between her legs easing them open a bit further and proceeded to kiss, first licking up a stray drop before it fell to the towel below. While kissing I ensured her head was back and she was relaxed and unzipped my kit and drew out a bar of coconut soap, the foamy kind, and proceeded to wet my hands and the soap in the water, paying close attention to quality kisses all the while. I worked up a strong, thick lather, and spread it across her upper thighs, her pussy, and mound, keeping the slightly swelled lips uncovered. I rubbed and rubbed with one hand, working the lather into her fuzz, and with the clean hand rubbed her cunt, pressing the valley between her outer and inner lips,pressing hard and working in the slickness upward toward her clit. She shivered now and then, feeling the many sensations, and I slowed my left hand work, and dipped my fingers in the bowl to clean then dry them. I withdrew the 67 Solingen straight razor that I kept carefully honed for my own shaving needs, and began to<b> shave </font></b>her fuzz away. She looked up slowly, in a languorous curiosity, and I saw her eyes widen, but she wisely relaxed and lay her head back down, resigned to trust. The shaving soap and my rubbing had softened her hairs so they fell away with my smooth strokes. I was careful to<b> shave </font></b>in confident, single strokes, keeping clear of the most sensitive skin, and with my left hand re-soaping where I'd shaved as I went to ensure she remained moist. With great care, I moved around from her left, to the top of her pussy, to her right, and very carefully below her pussy. I know from experience that working quickly is best, and I'd done a great job seeing no signs of burn. I dipped a small cloth in the water and cleaned the soap away, moving slowly, deliberately, my finger inserted in her cunt while working with my other hand. She moaned, and I felt juice squeezing around my thumb.  My last ministration was the avocado oil, a slick, light oil to prevent any post shaving burn and to keep her moist, something that didn't seem necessary at that moment as my thumb squelched in her upon slowly moving in and . Once I'd slowly applied the oil, she was keening at the attention, and shivered once and gasped as she had a short, sharp orgasm on my thumb. I withdrew, wiped the razor clean and made sure to spread some avocado oil on it to prevent rust, and put it away. She was still breathing hard when I applied my lips to her cunt, my mouth engulfing her, my tongue slipping inside to taste her juices. I was at a buffet of delicacies, her dew, the avocado oil, the natural smells of lavender and grass wafting around us. I pressed my lips hard, and my tongue pressed each side hard and licked upward, up the shaft of her clit and I felt her raise her hips slightly to meet my motions, I held her thighs, pulling her to me, and continued licking, up and down the grooves between her lips, pressing hard to her clit, and moving about just as I knew she loved. Soon her hips were off the rock and she twitched and twisted as I held her tight to my mouth and a moment later I felt a gush of juice from her and she gasped and mewed as she came again, a long, rolling, twisting and turning affair. I rode with her for the duration and a last lick at her clit demonstrated she'd become very sensitive there. I lifted my head to see her brightly flushed cheeks, her chest pocked with blush marks, rising and falling with the last waves as her chemistry settled back into it's lane. I sidled up onto the rock, close beside her, my hard cock pressing her thigh, and she reached down and gripped me, squeezing her assurance, and I smiled. |
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nice post
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8/23/2019 11:31 am |
nice fantasy...... now tell the truth,,lol
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8/23/2019 11:43 am |
WTF...Tofu???...lol
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So hot 😃
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Without a doubt, one of my most erotic experiences was when a lover shaved me. This took me back to those moments.
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