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Awakened in my bed by a soft kiss and a gentle “shhhhhhhhh”, I look up in an attempt to see the woman straddling my naked body.
The lack of streetlights near this island beach bungalow makes nights quite dark, but not as dark as when unwittingly blindfolded in my sleep.
Pleasure fills my body as she pins my wrists to the mattress and places a long, soft-lipped, deeply seductive kiss on my lips, then slowly eases down onto me, stretching her glove tight walls as she envelops every inch of my turgid shaft.
The aroma of Coco Chanel fills my senses – a scent that brings back wonderful memories of an eternally unforgettable love. The possibility of this being her turns me rock hard inside her as she begins to glide up and down my full length.
God I miss that amazing woman – the one who infused my life and this beachfront bungalow with her love, charm and talent for several years – a rare soulmate who was smart, funny, loved walking the beach naked with me, shared similar tastes in music, and was so wonderfully sexual. I can’t remember more than a handful of days where sex wasn’t part of our soulful connection, whether inside this bungalow, on the deck, or during an erotic moment somewhere on our beach walks.
Breathing steadily, softly moaning with each deep penetration, this mystery woman skillfully rides me with no apparent sense of urgency.
My ache to touch her grows in intensity with each passing minute, and although I could break my wrists free from her grasp and do so, I’m intrigued and deeply aroused by the thought of leaving Miss Anonymous in the driver’s seat. I opt to do just that – relaxing to enjoy this gift.
Other than her scent, she’s not giving me any clues as to her identity, leaving me to vacillate bursa escort bayan between thoughts of a brief rekindling of the past, and fantasizing about someone new.
Who is she?
To what do I owe this sensual pleasure?
I turn those thoughts off and simply enjoy her.
In the dark and dead quiet of my bedroom, her breathing joins with mine as the only sounds in the room. Every inch of penetration into her tight, slick, walls takes me deeper into a tantric journey, one with a twist I’ve never experienced.
Within minutes, her slow pace has a deep, intense, sexual energy flowing throughout every ounce of my being, connecting me ever more deeply to this sensual soul.
Ten minutes in, my mouth drops open slightly as my body climbs higher. She moans and whispers “stay with me”.
Gliding up my shaft until only my head remains inside her, she brings each nipple to my lips long enough for a kiss and a tongue swirl over her erect nubs.She lets out a long exhale, then plunges back down to my tight balls, massaging my shaft with her walls before continuing her slow fuck.
I swear I can feel her staring at my face as she softly vocalizes her response to every expression.”You feel so fucking good inside me” she whispers in my ear.
We’re fully locked in this soulful connection – breathing as one as I lay surrendered beneath her, hungering for release yet wanting this to extend throughout the night.
She again stops, her nose touching mine, her lips hovering a half-inch above mine, moaning softly upon feeling me thrust up into her
“Have you forgotten who is in control?” She whispers.
I raise my lips to kiss her, but she keeps hers just out of reach. “Breathe” she responds in a sensual gorukle escort breathy tone, followed by a long, gentle arousing moan.
Time slows as she sensually rides me closer to the point of no return, backing off when I vocalize my pleasure and squirm underneath her, gently bucking up into her drenched sex as we move in unison.
I can’t determine whether she simply knows my body, or is a very quick study, but either way this dance is intoxicatingly beautiful – taking me to places I’ve seldom been while reminding me of the power of the journey versus the destination.
The sensations born of each slow, deep impaling of her body grow increasingly more intense, connecting us at a profound level.
She searches – varying the depth of her plunge, no doubt watching each reaction to find my pleasure points.
“Mmmmmmmm, breathe” she softly moans, sensing me getting close and slowing her pace while lightly kissing my muscular chest.
My ache is intense, yet I remain surrendered to wherever she wants to take this. Moaning softly, she sensually, rises up until only the head of my cock remains inside her wet petals, fucking just the tip, then plunges ever so slowly down to my tight balls, eliciting a long groan.
She remains still for thirty seconds, breathing in sync with me while massaging my pulsating shaft with her slick walls before resuming her long sensual exploration of my full length.Taking her time, she expertly controls my ascent, riding me sensually in the slowest of dances, gifting me with a thorough exploration of this deep ache.
With me soon panting, moaning, aching for climax, she edges me, repeatedly with stops and starts, riding each wave with my hips undulating up and bursa merkez escort bayan down beneath her.
Such beautiful torture.
Seeing my head back, and my mouth open, she finds the perfect moment to gift me with release, sending an intense orgasm racing throughout my entire body, accompanied by a long, exhaling moan as I rocket high into the night sky.
“Mmmmm, fill me” she moans, feeling me buck up into her, my hips raised as she dances on my climaxing body summoning waves of my seed to splash against her tight, wet walls…
We remain soulfully connected – our bodies sensually moving as she takes her time coaxing every drop of of my creamy cum into her body.
A soft kiss on my lips, then a sexy “mmmmmmmmm” in my ear accompanies a continued sensual massage of my still hard and very sensitive shaft buried inside her.
Ever so slowly, she comes to a stop, responding to my verbal protest by lowering her body for a long lick of our combined juices off my balls and shaft.
Crawling back up, she whispers “keep the blindfold on for two minutes” in my ear, followed by a gentle bite of my earlobe and a soft lingering kiss before she leaves my bed.
I desperately want to see who she is, but remain surrendered to her rules, enjoying the mystery in hopes that she’ll return some day.
The room returns to dead silence, soon broken by my front door closing.
I lay quietly on top of the sheets with a warm smile on my face and the afterglow of an intense lasting climax flowing throughout my naked body for several minutes before drifting back to sleep.
* * *
Awakened hours later by the early morning sun streaming through the shutters, I stroke my morning wood while attempting to capture what I now surmise must have been the most amazing wet dream – dearly wishing it was real.
I eventually rise and pad out towards the front door for a naked morning swim in the ocean, stopped cold at the kitchen counter upon finding a little black thong, and a note that reads:
“Until next time xoxoxoxo”
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