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Rendezvous
Suddenly you awaken and find yourself surrounded by darkness. You immediately move to sit up, raising up and onto your elbows when a slow, gentle palm against your stomach ceases your movements. My desires have summoned you to this place . . . a bridge between us . . . filled with darkness, within the recesses of our minds.
I hear the wooden legs of the table creak lightly as you lean back, reapplying your full weight upon it. With deliberate patience I pace my way around you . . .around the table, imagining the curve of your breast . . . the warmth of your pussy, guarded by tiny hairs . . as you lay naked beneath me. I hear your breathing catch each time that one of my feet slides across the carpet, assaulting your mind with the only sense available to you.
Finally, I stop, once again standing to your side.
Hours seem to stretch onward through the emptiness, filled only by our breathing. Suddenly the darkness and silence are pierced by a sharp hissing flame. I hold the match gently in my fingers as I lower it to the first candle. As the candle ignites into a bright glowing aura you begin to make out my features. Most dominant is the smile that covers my lips, a hint of deviltry, my trademark, evident in those smirking features. The brownish red hairs of my goatee and mustache frame the beaming smile, catching small glints of the candlelight in each hair.
A second flame joins the first and you begin to notice something. A warm aroma fills your nostrils as you breathe in deeply. Homemade Sugar Cookies, your brain tells you, but you toss aside the need to catalogue such a smell. The warm sweetness seems to permeate every fiber of the air that surrounds the room, filling your head with a deep soothing.
You come back to me as my hand caresses the side of your face. Looking around, you realize that I have lit four candles total, each positioned at the corner of a very plain, yet comforting room. Other decorative candles adorn the wall, along with paintings, clocks and other wall hangings. My fingers brush against your chin and you look back to see me staring down at you.
“I will have you.” I whisper to the room as I make my way around the table, to you other side.
Standing beside you I gesture to a table that sits behind me. You notice a clear bowl of fresh cut strawberries, a can of whip cream, and a box of cling wrap. A comical smile on your face, you lay your arms back behind your head and stretch your legs out, preparing for the night to come.
At first I trail the back of my hand down the center of your stomach, my rough skin brushing against your softer flesh. Then I retrace my path, as my palm glides across your tummy, my fingernails gently scraping against your nipples. Your lips press together with a soft coo as my fingers ghost across your skin, exciting gooseflesh wherever they touch.
Preoccupied with my task, I suddenly feel your hand against the inside of my leg, your touch like fire as your fingers rake up my thigh through my hair. I let out a soft moan as you take both of my balls into your hand, rolling them playfully between your fingers. In turn I squeeze one of your breasts and your body arches up off of the table in response.
Anxiously, my tongue finds one of your nipples and swallows it completely into my mouth, sucking it firmly between my lips. You close your eyes as the heat from my mouth envelopes your pert nipples, bouncing it with my tongue.
You squeal with surprise when the ice cold whip cream squirts out onto your other nipple, contrasting with the warm attention to the one in my mouth.
Dislodging my lips I move my head to hover over your Sundae-topped breast, your nipple peaking out like a bright red cherry. Dipping my head down I take the entire entourage into my mouth, the cream quickly melting beneath the heat of my breath, and running down your stomach. I lick furiously at the sweetness, my tongue leaving trails of fire against your skin.
Standing back up, I lick my lips with a mischievous grin and you know that the night has just begun.
Leaning down to your ear I whisper softly “close your eyes.”
Again, breathing in the warm sweet smell of the candles you take a deep breath and close your eyes. Your ears pick up the traces of my movements behind your head as I busy myself with my task. A small frown of puzzlement crosses your face as you hear something being ripped.
But you trust me.
Don’t you.
Pulling both of your arms back behind your head, I tie them, using the cling wrap, to one of the table’s legs.
Standing, I walk to the table and the bowl of strawberries as your body lays there, ripe for my picking. I toss one of the sweet fruits into my mouth as I walk towards your head again and I moan slightly with the wonderful taste. Taking one of the strawberries out, I allow some of the juices to drain off of it before lowering it to your lips.
With the recognition of its taste your mouth opens to let it in and I lower the fruit part way into your mouth. Closing your lips you bite off the tip of the berry as your lips brush against the tips of my fingers. Holding the rest of the berry lower, I allow you to drag it from my fingers with your lips pressed tightly together. Cupping your chin in my palm, I lean down and follow the strawberry with my tongue, our lips hungry to devour each other as the sweet juices pass back and forth between our mouths.
Standing up, I walk agonizingly slow along the length of the table, bowl in hand, our eyes never leaving one another. By instinct, your legs spread wider as I step between them and I drop myself to one knee. Taking one of the wet berries from the bowl, I hold it over your pussy, letting the cool juices drip onto your clit, running down between your lips.
I delight at the moans that this coerces from your lips as I lower the strawberry.
Slowly I press the tip against your opening, dragging it up and down between your petals. Your hips soon begin to buck against me, as the tiny seeds and ridges on the fruit’s surface tease and taunt your sensitive skin.
Finally, loosing control, I toss the strawberry aside, replacing it with the tip of my tongue. My tongue flaps against the inside of your pussy, just as your body tightens with the onrush of warm, sweet nectar. I moan as you cover my tongue and lips with your love and this is the last you remember as your drift off into other, more relaxing dreams.
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