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| Body against Body
by yankeest34 at 8/28/2009 3:23:45 PM
The first thing I always notice is her smell. And not just the perfume she wears—I mean the smell of her body. It’s vanilla but sweet, and maybe there’s a hint of jasmine in there. I can’t tell for sure, and figuring out the exact chemical makeup of her essence is pretty much the last thing on my mind. Let’s just sum it up by saying she smells deliciously womenly. I’d gladly spend forever with my face buried in her neck, breathing her in, maybe tracing my tongue up to her ear so I can get a little taste, but she never lets me linger in one spot for too long.It’s so dark that she can barely see me, but I can feel her. she turns to jelly as I push her up against the wall and presses my body against hers, my hands gripping her shoulders, my mouth dangerously close to hers as we breathe heavily into one another.she wants me to kiss her so badly that I swear she might die.I refuses“Tease,” I whisper, a little irritated but too overcome with anticipation to be overly annoyed.I have control.she know it. I know it. And even though it’s not in her nature to give in,She lets it happen. I can’t help it.”She said” There’s something about him. . . something about him feel, his smell, his taste . . . everything about her drives him wild with pleasure and hunger.”He said”I pull her away from the wall and push her down onto my bed. Before she can sit up I plant one of my strong fabulous hands on her big chest and I press her back down while I lift her skirt, gripping it in a way that leaves her confused. She lays back down and continues to watch as I slide both my hands up her outer thighs and pull up her top a little with my teeth, kissing and licking her stomach while my hands work her out of her panties.I pull them off slowly, easing them down her thighs, past her knees, over her calves. As my fingertips skim every Inch of her legs, I finally find a moment to be thankful for the punishing runs I’ve been putting myself through. It’s obvious she’s appreciative of my efforts, considering how my tongue has started to follow my fingers all the way down to her ankles.I yanks her panties the rest of the way off and tell her to turn over.
She can feel me kneel next to her, but she can’t see me—her face is in the pillow. I grab her wrists with one hand, and with the other . . . her panties. I am tying her hands above her head using her panties.She try to squeeze her legs together to dampen the throb between them just a little—it’s getting unbearable—but I am too quick for her. I finishes tying her wrists and grips her calves roughly, gently pushing them apart. Obediently, She keep them open.I removes her hands. Her mind starts racing. Where is he? What is he about to do to me? How much longer do I have to wait?And then, she feel it—lightly at first, then a little more insistent, on the back of her knee. It feels like . . . finger-nails? What the hell is he doing? She turns her head from the pillow and try to open her eyes, I can’t.”She said” Why the hell can’t I open my eyes, and what the hell is he doing? It starts to tickle. I shake my leg a little in an attempt to stop it, but the sensation returns…..Guess what it is?
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