My Xperience

[Warning: Arousal will occur. Don't read this story if you're in the same room with someone that you wouldn't have sex with if you were in your right mind.  Use of discretion is advised. ]

360 Degrees of Passion

I walk into your house for the first time. I’m pleasantly dressed in a skirt and form-fitting shirt. The sight of me brings a smile to your face. I blush and return the gesture. You invite me into your home and you can tell that I’m nervous. I politely sit on the couch, hands folded, legs crossed. As you are on your way off into the kitchen, you ask me if I’d like anything to drink. I tell you no and thanks for asking. You disappear into the kitchen and I wait patiently for your return. After a couple of minutes, I hear your voice from behind me telling me to close my eyes. I obey without objection. Then you tell me to open my mouth. Once again I follow your command. You give me a small taste of the dinner that’s been prepared, just for me. I moan in delight from the taste. I open my eyes to see your lovely smile. You’re happy that I approve of the cuisine and return to the kitchen to finalize dinner. I offer to help but you want to keep everything as a total surprise. So being the good girl that I am, I stay on the couch and wait patiently. Several minutes pass and you return with one plate full of food. You put a pillow in my lap to protect my thighs from the heat of the plate and place the plate on top. This indicates to me that you have all plans of feeding me. I lick my lips with anticipation. You begin to feed me. I watch your lips as you blow the steam away from the fork, as not to burn my tongue when you place it in my mouth. You tell me to open up and you gently slide the fork in. Your facial expressions show me that you’re very attentive to every move that I make. You intensely watch my tongue as it welcomes your services, my lips as they wrap around the fork and slide away, and listen to my moans of pleasure as I get caught up in the flavor. I never knew how sensuous food could be until tonight. In between feeding me, you take bites of the cuisine yourself. No words are being spoken, but many messages are being communicated. Our eyes, facial expressions, and audible moans tell us what we like best. I gently take the fork out of your hand, and begin to give you the same treatment. I put the pillow and plate in your lap, and slowly feed you like a newborn baby. The difference is… as I am feeding you, my other hand is softly making shapes on the lower part of your inner thigh. Your moans increase a little in volume, but not too loud. There’s a fourth of the food left on the plate and before we’re done, I cross the line and slide my hand all the way up your thigh and gently tease your lips through your panties. This catches you totally off guard and you turn red. I laugh at you of course, and you can’t help but laugh with me. However, your laugh is stifled by waves of sensations when I press my finger firmly on your clit, which I’ve found in the mist of the laughter. You lean your head back in arousal and I kiss you softly on the neck . I can literally feel your temperature rising and I pull back the action, removing my hand from under your skirt and feeding you until the plate is empty. We’re both still hungry, but highly aroused. We go into the kitchen together and fix two separate plates this time. The heat is too much to handle so soon in the evening and so we sit across from each other at the dinner table and continue to make eye contact as we eat. Finally we begin a conversation that’s quite fulfilling. It lasts through the rest of our dinner. Once we’re done eating, we get rid of our plates and you lead me to the bedroom.

I’m instructed to undress, which ironically, seems like we’re moving too fast. But how could I have the nerve to conclude that after the dinner-play we just had? Turns out, you had the pace all planned out. You lead me to the Jacuzzi, which is already full of hot water and bubbling. Candles and incense fill the room. I’m speechless at the site and even more marveled by the thought you put into it. You get in first and hold out your hands for me to join you. I accept your invitation, but I’d be a fool not to. You slowly guide me in and assist me in sitting down and adjusting to the heat of the water. We sit and soak for awhile. We begin to talk more. This time, about sex. And what an atmosphere. The massaging water, the scent of the room, the flickering light of the candles, and the beauty of a woman. I feel like I’m dreaming but I know that it’s real. You move closer to me and inquire about my fantasies. I struggle to tell you about them without becoming too aroused. And I’m failing miserably. As I continue to describe my sexual lusts to you, you produce a bottle of massage oil. You tell me not to stop talking while you get me up to my knees and turn me around, with my back to you. Then you lean me over the edge of the Jacuzzi and fold my arms in a fashion to cradle my head. I try to continue my story but the anticipation of your touching me distracts my thoughts, which are no longer collective. My skin is hot and you can see the steam rise from the surface as water droplets roll down my back. Then I feel the extreme contrast of the cool oil as you drip it down my back without warning. The moan that I release from your action is quite loud. Chill bumps rise all over my body and my nipples become hard instantly. You reach underneath the water and spread my legs wider to allow space for you to move in closer to me. I can still feel the oil slowly traveling down the trench in my back as you knowingly position my body so that my clit is directly in front of one of the water jets. My thighs begin to quiver. My breath becomes short and quick. You whisper in my ear and remind me that I was in the middle of telling you about a fantasy. I can hardly speak as your warm hands slide up my back, spreading the cool oil all over me. The mixture of cool and heat creates instant sensations through my body that can never be equaled. Your fingers migrate to tense areas and you work me slowly and thoroughly, inhibiting me from having the strength to fight the pleasure and concentrate on telling you the rest of my fantasy. It seems as if a fantasy is currently taking place. You work your techniques over my neck, my shoulders, the sides of my body, my spine, my lower back and even reaching underneath the surface of the water to palm my ass with your long, strong fingers. I’m drunk with pleasure, and what’s even more intoxicating is the masturbation that I’m getting from the water jet that continues to flutter across my fully swollen clit. My body begins to shiver. You feel my body-quakes and ask how good it feels. I can barely tell you, but the tone in my voice, more than my words give you an idea of how great I’m feeling. You too, are enjoying the experience and have found yourself lost in the throws of many sensations from touching my body and indulging in my reactions. I can’t begin to imagine the thoughts that are going thru your mind, but I’m sure your goal is to see me totally lose my mind in your bed. Without warning, you flip me over and pour more of the cool oil down the center of my body. This time you pour so much of it that you can actually see the oil droplets remain solid as they glide into the bubbling, steamy-hot water. You pour an excess of it all over my breasts and begin your work. Your fingers start at the bottom and oil runs between your fingers as they travel up the center of my body, over my breasts, and around my shoulders and neck . I lean back and close my eyes, moving with the direction of your hands. You lift my hands out of the water and give each finger a massage. You take your time and work your way up each arm. In some kind of magical way, the pressure from the water jet that is now behind me still seems to find my clit and caresses it from the back. I’m beside myself with pleasure and can’t imagine how I could go any higher. That’s when your fingers travel back to my breasts. You begin to tease my nipples with a familiarity that stuns me. Your fingers work them just right. You tell me how you can’t wait to suck them and I almost cum at the thought, which surprises me. My body is so relaxed and so in tune with you that I suppose I could cum in an instant if you even speak the words. Without neglecting the rest of my body, you get me off of my knees and sit me down again, this time taking my foot and giving me a foot massage to remember. You’re totally aware of what a good foot massage can do for a woman, and you do it well. More moans escape me when you begin to suck on my toes, giving it each more than enough attention. Then it hits me that I’m feeling your lips for the first time. Strategically, your tongue follows each suck and I can feel how wet my pussy is, even under water. Hot water at that. I touch my clit softly to test its reaction and the door of sheer ecstasy can be seen so clearly now. You can see the pleasure in my facial expression and you know without a doubt that I’m hot… extremely hot… and ready for you. You insist that we get out of the Jacuzzi and go into the bedroom. I’m so intoxicated with pleasure that my legs almost feel like they don’t want to move. You hold my hand and lead me away from the Jacuzzi into your room.

Towels are already in place for the next portion of the experience. You spread the towels out and ask me to lie on them. I’m more than happy to lie down because I’m so weak that I’m having a hard time standing up. In my mind, I’m expecting you to dry me off with the towels. Instead, you begin to slowly lick the water off of my tummy. I open my eyes to get the visual of that beautiful face with your tongue teasing me and your lips kissing me. Chills run through my body. I call your name as you pull me closer to you and your tongue enters my navel. I’m not sure if you could sense that my navel is a proactive spot for me, but you licked it and sucked it as if you knew what would drive me crazy the most. I’m wetter than I’ve ever been before in my life and I can literally feel the juices slide down my lips. As much as I want to see my pussy to get a look at how it must be glistening and shining right now, I dare not stop your work. I feel your lips travel up the center of my body. My breathing quickens with anticipation. I want you to suck my nipples so bad that I could scream. You slide your body up further on top of mine and give me that beautiful smile right before closing your eyes to kiss my left breast. A sigh of relief escapes my lips. Then I gasp when your lips lightly captures my nipple. Your sucking is so rhythmic and your lips feel so soft that I instantly become verbal. I can’t control my hands as they caress your body. I grab your hair and try to pull you even closer to me. My goal is to feel your soul touch mine and from the looks of the path that we are traveling, you’re not very far away from the center of my being. You seem to suck and tease my left breast forever before you switch to the other one. You quickly discover that my right nipple is very sensitive and gives me great pleasure when teased properly. My body begins shivering and I squirm all over the bed. You cradle me in your arms, inhibiting me from being able to move away from you, as you continue giving me your sweet torture. After you’ve heard me moan enough, you pull yourself up so that our eyes meet. You give me the most heart-felt compliments about my body that make me both shy and even more turned on. I almost don’t know whether to kiss you or hide my face. I feel as if tears are about to come to my eyes, being so touched by how much you are into me and pleasing me. For once, I feel like I’m really making love. You give my body a chance to relax as you start to kiss my face, play with my ears, suck on my neck, and kiss my lips. This moment obtains the strongest exchange of passion that I have ever witnessed. I could kiss you for the rest of the day and be totally satisfied, however, you have other plans. You strategically break a deep kiss to travel down my body, being careful to hit my spots with your tongue on the way down. My heart rate speeds up again because my mind is racing with thoughts of you tasting me. My eyes are closed shut and my hands are clinching the sheets. Then I realize that you’ve moved away from me. I open my eyes, almost pouting, and wondering why you stopped touching me. You have exited the room and I’m both disappointed and inquisitive at the same time. I try to lie there and relax, until you return with a bowl that is obviously cold because of the water that has accumulated on it. You sit down on the bed next to me and flip me over onto my stomach. I continue looking at you. You take a spoon out of the bowl and begin to lick it. I’ve figured out that the bowl is full of chilled chocolate pudding. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, it gets hellafied! I bury my face in the sheets because I know without a doubt that I am about to be desert. Suddenly, I feel the shocked of the cold pudding as you spread it down the trench in my back. I scream and my body tenses up. You enjoy every bit of my reaction. As you laugh at me, I can sense the dominance in your voice and that you are pleased to punish me with your foreplay. You let the cold pudding settle onto my skin and you being to tie my wrists together so that I can’t stop you from doing the things that you have in mind for me. Butterflies are going through my stomach and I begin to shiver again, but this time with nervousness. Somehow, I’ve managed to stay turned on even while I’m scared and nervous. Or maybe those elements are exactly what turns me on even more. Once you have me tied and secured, you whisper in my ear that I should prepare to cum like never before. Your words floor me. You continue to whisper the delicious tasks that you are going to perform on me. I’m totally speechless and all I can do is moan and groan. Your presence totally overtakes me when you give me a good firm slap on the ass, taking time to massage it and let the sting from the slap transform into chills that ride up my spine and sends sensations down through my legs. You’re beside yourself with the ego that has surfaced from your successful sexual skills. In turn, I’m totally humble and even somewhat humiliated by the height of the level of sexual arousal that I am experiencing. Then you spread my ass cheeks and drop pudding between them. I gasp but I can’t scream. You hold my cheeks open and watch the pudding slowly slide all the way down to the bottom of my pussy lips. It’s the weirdest and most exotic feeling that I’ve ever experienced. Then I feel the contrast of your warm tongue as you surprisingly slide it inside of me to taste my juices and then lick all of the pudding off of my ass, never stopping and continuing up my back to my neck. This makes my clit extremely hard. If I didn’t know better, I’d think that it has swelled to be a size bigger than it was originally. You lay your soft body on my back and start to whisper in my ear again, telling me how good I taste with chocolate pudding all over me. The next 20 minutes of your playfulness is filled with you making designs with the pudding and licking it off in ways that always get moans out of me. Somewhere near the end, I’ve become unable to resist the sensations that you have caused and I’ve literally become quiet, but still breathing heavily. I mentally tried to prepare myself for the home stretch of the entire session but I fear that there’s no way to keep my composure. I know in the back of my mind that this means, letting go. Once you’re done making a chocolate Sundae out of my body, you gently turn me over. My eyes are rolling back in my head from being so high with arousal. Your fingertips caress my skin softly. You straddle me and look at me. As you rub me down, you marvel at the beauty of a woman who’s completely consumed by passion. You decide that it’s time to take me there. You spread my legs and place your clit on top of mine and begin to rock me slowly. The pleasure has caused me to be audible again. I can feel how wet you are and it feels so good to my pussy lips. You add more pressure to our rhythm with your hips and I feel you begin to submerge deeply into me. The connection is so open and fluent that I almost want to stay in this moment forever. As we feed into the pleasure, you speed up the pace and by this time I’m calling your name. You quiet me down by sliding your tongue into my mouth and letting me suck on it. You can feel my body shaking and you know it’s the right time to taste me. You slide down and throw my thighs over your shoulders. I’m still calling your name, hoping that you will hear my plea for mercy… hoping that you will allow me to cum like never before. I can even hear your moans as your eyes get familiar with the shape, size, and contours of my womanhood. You spread my lips open gently with your fingers. The cool air touches my clit and the heat of my pussy can be felt on your face. My lips are so wet that you can hardly hold them open without them sliding through your fingers. You finally, softly, slowly kiss my clit. I throw my head back, not being able to take the teasing anymore. Then you kiss it again… and again… and again. With each kiss, the pressure gets firmer. Then you take the most passionate suck of my clit and I know I’m only 30 seconds from cumming all over your face. My whole body is electrified with pre-orgasmic sensations and spasms. Your sucking becomes centered towards the spot that makes me cum faster and I can feel your tongue slide in and out of me. Next, I feel your tongue begin to massage my clit and make circles around it. Your oral artwork becomes fluttering that causes my thighs to shake. You pull my clit into your mouth again with all intentions of making me explode. I can’t believe what your mouth is doing to me and I open my eyes to behold it for myself. Your head is moving in circles and your sucking is lifting my clit up to your skilled tongue. The sight of it all and the feelings from your clit work causes me to explode like an atomic bomb. If I had been more coherent, I could decipher if you were cumming with me or not, but it seems like you were. Nevertheless, I am unable to hold on to my composure and the hype from losing total control makes me cum again. Tears are in my eyes and my body is shaking. I’m so caught up in ecstasy that I can’t say a word. As I am trying to catch my breath, you spread more chocolate pudding all over my hot pussy, which is very sensitive right now. You slowly lick it and suck it off, taking time to press your tongue inside of me and fucking me with it. Once you’ve sucked me off to yet a third orgasm, the night fades into a deep passion as you untie my hands and proceed to make me cum over and over again with new things that you are showing me. Allowing me to use those techniques on you later on in the night. You become satisfied with the enormous orgasm that you experience from my love-making skills as well and we fall asleep in each other’s arms… content.