Tequila Fun
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Posted:Aug 11, 2008 8:43 pm
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2008 12:07 pm
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He showed up with a bottle of tequila for us to share (well ½ a bottle) and there was very little discussion. We sat on the sofa to share a shot of tequila, he pulled back the front of my v-neck shirt and dipped each of my nipples into the shot glass and sucked the tequila off of them, and then he put the shot glass between my breasts, drank from it and gave the rest to me. It wasn’t long before we were both naked and he was fingering me and I was pumping his shaft with my hand.
He was about the same height as me (5’6” to 5’7” , shaved head, shaved body, shaved balls, beautiful eyes and a mouth to die for! We made it into the bedroom and he ate me out like a starving man feasting on honeycomb. I came and came and came while he laid on the bed and I sat on his face grabbing the headboard like my life depended on it. At one point he left the room and came back with the tequila. He poured half a shot over my steaming pussy and licked it all off ‒ the tequila burnt on my sensitive flesh and the adrenaline rush from that light edge of pain being relieved by a strong and gentle tongue brought me to the edge again … more tequila, cool and then burning on my overheated flesh and the soothing of his tongue and lips sent me over as he sucked my clit and fingered me to several more screaming orgasms. And then he lay beside me, soothing my raging body, stoking me gently with his hands as I calmed and found my breath; the sensations so intense after my long abstention that I quit breathing in the throws of my climax.
Once we’d caught our breath he put his cock in my dripping pussy just enough so I would coat him with my juices and then suck my own fluid passion off of his beautiful cock. And I reveled in the joy of having a cock in my mouth again ‒ I’d forgotten how much I missed it … the firm soft skin slipping past my lips, the feeling of power when it jumps or he gasps as my tongue or teeth hit sensitive spots, the joy and mirth as I hummed “Deep In The Heart of Texas” around his cock, while his penis reacted to the vibrations in the back of my mouth. And the “CLICK” when the whole cock is filling up not just my mouth, but my throat, and the amazement and awe and excitement I feel from him as the head of his dick hits the back of my throat and my lips close on the base of his penis just barely touching his balls.
Again, the tequila, this time poured over his penis and balls for me to lick off… the gasp as he feels that fire from the alcohol and again when I envelope him with my lips and suck all of the tequila off him and then lick down and around his balls to catch all of the drips.
Another resting/cooling period and then he munched on me some more and took the shot glass and put it in my pussy to drink from while he licked be back into a frenzy and fucked me with the shot glass, cold and hard on my raging, hot, swollen flesh. He dipped his cock in to my pussy again and fingered me into a final climax as I sucked the cum out of him swallowing it and holding him gently in my mouth as he softened and shrank.
A kiss to mix and mingle all of the tastes of both of us, he took the last shot from the bottle and drank it ‒ kissing me again to share the taste of sex and tequila. He left me with the bottle as a memento and kind words of wisdom and life, as he walked down the hall to the elevators and out of my life.
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Hungry
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Posted:Aug 8, 2008 9:53 am
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2008 12:07 pm
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I’m hungry. For more than food. I’m hungry for the touch of a lover. For the scent of flesh and sweat and sex. I want to feel the rough burn of an unshaven cheek against my tender skin. The tug of a heated mouth sucking on my breast. Twitching fingers against my thrumming snatch. The firm flesh of an engorged cock teasing my lips as I try to catch it in my craving mouth. To feel the velvet glove over a rod of steel. To close my lips over the shaft of an engorged penis, feeling the strength and vulnerability. Every vein a playground for my tongue as the tender ridge behind the swollen head presses high against the back of my throat, the pulsing of my throat as I suck pressing it with a rhythm of need. The tip of my tongue pressing against the soft underside of the cock as it teases from base to head without letting any of this treat escape from the confines of my hot wet mouth. I long to feel the pulsing and jumping of a cock as I work it over with my mouth, teasing the balls with my fingers, a glimpse of heaven as I catch a bit of that distinct, unique taste that comes from the first little drops that escape from the tip.
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