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Writers block  

Sapiosexual_65 58M  
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2/21/2021 3:34 pm
Writers block


I stared the very few words on my screen. Again. I couldn't focus on a single idea as my mind was distracted. And racing. And jumping from idea to idea. And none of those ideas were very good.

I looked the window again for the seventeenth time. Our yard stretched before . A slight breeze on that cool Spring made the tree branches sway lightly in a peaceful fashion, like small waves of greeting. The yard stretched back to the dense woods behind the house, crawling up the side of a very small mountain (a large hill really). It was undoubtedly very peaceful here. And isolated. A writer's dream place, but seemingly still failing to inspire in this story.

I sighed again, my mind focusing on everything except the task hand: the creak of windows the light breeze, the hum of the air conditioner kicking back on, the distant sound of the love of my life walking through our home, a tiny spot of condensation on the desktop where my beverage had just sat.

Sometimes to clear my mind I would clean, straighten. I did that already with no success. Sometimes I would take care of a few other 'to do' tasks, smaller and easier to knock . Also check on that one. And also no success. Sometimes I would make a to do list to see if it cleared things , unloading the thoughts and near thoughts in my head onto another canvas instead of remaining lodged in my mind, taking up valuable space. Did it. Didn't work.

So here I sat staring at a screen with the time and the need to work on this but decidedly lacking the calm and focused mind to accomplish such a task.

My fingers fidgeted as I kept staring at the few words. And then my eyes returned to the window for staring episode eighteen. And that's when I saw her in the reflection. Her , framed by her hair, moving gracefully towards my seat. The rest of her did not register in the reflection. I didn't turn. I just watched as she got closer as I heard the patter of her feet on the hardwood floor of the office. I smiled. Even with few details discernible, I loved the way she looked. So beautiful. So graceful. I was a very blessed man.

When she stopped right behind me, I finally felt her fingers rest gently on my shoulder. I closed my eyes for a moment relishing the gentle touch. She moved her fingers to the back of my neck, moving fingertips through the back of my hair. It felt so good. She knew my buttons. Always.

I sighed contentedly as her fingers continued their pseudo massage exploration of my hair. My fingers began to relax. Eighteen gazes into the peaceful picturesque scene of our back yard could not accomplish what she did in a few gentle caresses. She was that good.

She must have been leaning over as I suddenly felt the presence of her beautiful right next to . She didn't speak. We didn't need to. She and I could speak volumes to each other without a single word being uttered. She leaned forward slightly and kissed my cheek. Soft lips grazed against the warmth of my cheek. No sound, just a reminding touch.

I reached back with my hand. I needed another point of contact. Maybe two. Maybe . I ran my fingertips along her leg. Her knee was exposed. So was her thigh. It was when my fingers blindly reached her upper thigh did I encounter any resistance: long shirt tails. She was wearing one of my button down collar shirts. She knows I love her in those.

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I brought my thumb and other fingers to gently grip her thigh, my thumb on her inner thigh, my fingers outside, squeezing gently. She let out a small gasp. I knew what she likes.

The creamy smooth skin beneath my fingers felt delicious. I wanted to move further but was content to remain in this slow building pace. It was heavenly.

My thumb began to move back and forth and I heard the breathy whisper of a contented sigh from her lips, so close to my ear and cheek. I felt her fingers moved back to my neck, her thumb drawing deep circles at the base of my skull. Relaxing and sensual at the same time. It felt so good. Her fingers always felt good.

I felt her other hand begin to slide forward on my shoulder, rubbing the muscle and the collarbone. I breathed in and out deeply. So relaxing. Back and forth her fingers moved along my shoulder, reaching further forward at each pass. Soon her fingers wanted something else. They lightly dance across my upper chest, targeting the top button of my shirt. I felt her fingers slowly work the button loose, her other hand continuing its welcome assault on the back of my neck.

My fingertips press against her thigh, feeling the skin give a bit as I rubbed in circles. I loved her legs. Beautiful. Long. Mine. I loved how they felt beneath my fingers. Beneath my lips. Wrapped around me. I had found my focus.

My button loosened, her fingers slid into the top of my shirt, continuing the dance across my chest. Her touch was always so gentle. So careful. I felt like I was being very slowly unwrapped. Thats exactly what was happening.

She brushed her lips against my check again and then rested her cheek against mine. This was the kind of intimacy that drives a man wild. I felt as one with this woman. Nothing else mattered.

My fingers slid up her thigh, tips brushing against the seam of her cotton panties. I ran my fingertip across the line, across the front of her thigh towards her hip and back. I continued towards her lap. I could feel her breath stop in anticipation. I loved that: knowing that my touch can be so controlling. She wielded the same power over me. This was our dance.

Her finger traced along my exposed collarbone as mine moved towards the center of her panties. I remained on the seam, but moved between her thighs. So close to a most sweet spot, a place she shared with . Her fingers pushed down in the top of my shirt, feeling my chest hair.

I moved my fingertip back from between her thighs and traveled up her panties between the hip and the crotch. The soft cottony texture moved beneath my touch, until I reached the top. My fingers continued to blindly explore, reaching her navel. Her shirt, my shirt really, was open and her body was awaiting my touch. And I was more than happy to oblige. My eyes remained shut as my entire focus was on her soft, , inviting skin.

I turned my towards hers, finally opening my eyes. My fingers were resting against her belly, hers against my chest. I reached up and turned her chin to , my fingers resting against her jaw, moving my lips towards hers. We connected. Briefly. A first touch was the intimate greeting, and it was soft, and brief, and it signaled what was to come. The second saw us parting our lips as we moved closer. Tongues dancing briefly against lips. I tasted her lip gloss, so sweet against my tongue. My fingertip slid across her jaw line, keeping her lips with mine. The third kiss, my tongue parted her lips to taste her, my sweet love. I felt her fingers gripping my shirt tightly.

I turned my body so that I was more fully facing her, her lips never leaving mine. My fingers remained on her belly as we moved. My hand on her dropped to guide her body into a position I wanted, facing . My lips finally left her. Her fingers never let loose the iron grip she enjoyed on my shirt. I was fine with that.

I kissed from her lips down to her jaw. I nibbled across the line back to her ear. I knew what she liked to be nibbled on, and her ear lobes and right behind them were rather potent erogenous zones. And thats where I landed briefly. Between lips clamped on her earlobe my tongue danced across the tip between my lips. She moaned again. She loved that and I knew that.

I kissed down her neck. Planting small kisses in a line in my exploration. My fingers were continuing to gently massage her very sensuous flat belly. We liked to take our time.

I kissed down to her collarbone. Both of her hands were now gripping the open front of my shirt as if that was all that was keeping her on her feet. My lover was waiting on me and my part of the dance. I savored the skin down to the upper part of her chest, kissing across towards the crease between her breasts. Her shirt was open, but still covered her nipples. Her breasts came together rather sensually right in the middle of the open flaps. And I kissed down this crease. I felt the softness of her breasts as I kissed across the surface. I knew every inch of her body, but that did not stop me from enjoying it all over again.

I made it her breasts now. I could feel her heartbeat beating faster near . of necessity, her fingers had to let go of my shirt as I dropped down to kissing her belly, moving instead to tangle in my hair. She was encouraging to move lower and I loved it.

My kisses moved around and eventually on her navel. I loved kissing her here. Moving down along her lower belly I was headed towards my prize. Grabbing each side I pulled down her panties to her thighs, just exposing to her small tuft of hair and her sweet lips. I kissed down to the newly revealed area, running my tongue along the line of her pussy lips, tasting the moisture on the outside.

I ran my tongue down the length, pushing the lips apart slightly. Her fingers tightened in my hair, pushing my into her lap. I breathed in deeply her scent, musky and sweet. I pressed my tongue in parting her lips, tasting the nectar awaiting . Her body shuddered as I dragged my tongue up her slit. Her moans following my movements.

My hands moved from her belly around behind her and sliding down the backside of her right thigh, pulling her leg up. My tongue slipped further in, feeling heat and wetness surround it. I heard her my name in pleasure. I loved that sound.

I dug my fingertips into the back of her thigh as my tongue slide up her sopping wet slit to find her pleasure bud. It was hard, extended and awaiting my attention. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked, pressing my tongue against the tip. She cried .

As my tongue twirled around her clit my fingers pressed into her flesh. Hers pulled my hair. Urgency. We both were feeling it. I was feeling the need to be inside her. Now.

I immediately stood up, my hands working on my belt as my mouth overtook hers, kissing her deeply. My tongue pressed against hers. I dropped my pants and her hands were already moving my boxers down. My cock was barely freed before I moved forward needing to connect with her. I pushed the tip of cock against her lips, moving it with my hand around, massaging her pussy lips. Her fingertips dug into my hips trying to pull me in. Finally her fingers moved around to my bare ass, trying desperately to pull me forward.

I pushed my cock forward a bit, just my head moving in between her pussy lips. She bit onto my shoulder as I pushed a little further in, moving deeper and deeper. The warmth of her pussy surrounding my cock. Squeezing me tightly. I pressed deeper into my love, lifting her chin again so that I could deeply kiss her. She moaned into my mouth. Her breath mingled with mine.

I pushed further in Her walls constricting around . She was pulling in further. She wanted to feel completely inside of her. I reached up and held her , her eyes locked on mine, as I pushed the rest of the way in. She moaned but kept her eyes open. I could feel her completely surrounding , completely connected.

I held myself deep inside of her, my chest pressed against hers. She worked on my shirt, unbuttoning what was necessary. Our mouths pressed against each other, holding my full thick cock deep inside of her. Filling her.

As she bared my chest, she immediately pushed her exposed breasts against me. I heard her sigh a bit in relief as she moved herself tightly against me. A tight desperate embrace.

I moved my head back to lock eyes with hers, both of us breathing heavily. It was not a break in the passion but rather a moment of anticipation. I placed my hands on her bare bottom and pulled back, my hard thick cock sliding . I felt her pussy lips drag across my shaft as I pulled away. I then moved quickly back in. . feeling the drag again. She shuddered but our eyes remain locked on one another. Her beautiful deep chocolate eyes bore into , her lips parted as she tried desperately to breathe.

I slid my cock back into her, enjoying the feeling, the heat, the wetness. And slid back so that the head remained inside. Faster I moved. Each thrust forward and each retreat faster than the last. My fingers dug almost painfully into her bottom as I kept bringing her body forward into mine. We watched each other, passionately watching the pleasure etched on each other's faces. She was so beautiful.

I could not last much longer. Her pussy tightly clenched around . Her walls nearly throbbing around my member. I needed release. She saw it in my eyes and I saw it in hers. Her breathing, her heartbeat, her fingers pulling me to her. I was so close.

And then the moment came. Her eyes on mine, we knew. I felt her pussy throb and pulse around me, she was orgasming. Her lips parted more as a long moan escaped, her body shuddered. And that was it for me, my cock unloading inside of her, giving her everything inside of me. I felt pulse after pulse inside of my throbbing cock. Her chin dropped to my shoulder, her naked nipples hard against my bare chest. I kept my semi-hard cock inside of her, enjoying the after glow, the shuddering, her heartbeat pulsing through her body. We were in sync.

She lifted her chin from my shoulder and we shared an intense kiss. It spoke to me: thank you, I need you, I love you. I slowly pulled my cock from her . . . Each escaping centimeter causing her to groan, until I was . She knelt down in front of , kissing the tip of my mostly flaccid cock with a small sweet smile, and then reaching my knees to slowly pull my boxers and pants up. She carefully buttoned, zipped and buckled all back into place. She then stood in front of , letting drink her in, and held my cheek as she kissed one last time.

She turned and walked of the room. I just stared with a of satisfaction spread across my smile. I turned and sat back in my chair. Staring momentarily at my screen, the words began to flow as my fingers moved. I began typing: 'I stared at the very few words on my screen. Again. I couldn't focus on a single idea as my mind was distracted . . . '

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