Kris
11-16-2005, 11:49 AM
had sent this to someone I had been chatting with privately, but they have dissapeared and thought all of you would enjoy.
I would love to tease you with a rose bud. A nice white one....Lay you on
the bed. Stretch your arms to your sides. Part your legs and lick from
your clit to your chin, just once, just enough to alert your senses to the
impending titillation.
Then take the rose bud and barely touch your lips with it. Running the soft
sides of the bud down the indentation between the nose and lips, over the
curve of your chin, along the concave area of the neck, then back and forth
over your clavicle...slowly...ever..so..slowly...working my way down to your
rising nipple. Then lightly, almost imperceptibly...trace the very tip of
your nipple with the top of the rose bud...the part with all the opening
edges....letting your nipples first recognize then react to the soft satin
strokes. When the sensation is finally processed in your brain, you arch
your back, lifting your breasts to my stimulation, softly moaning a mix of
pleasure and want. I want to cup them and suck them into my mouth...want
to run my tongue over the stiff nipples...want to knead the flesh of your
breasts....I am moaning now as well, with MY want and MY desires. I slow
and regather my composure....deep breaths.....I spiral outwards with the
rosebud starting at the center of your nipples, keeping a narrow path so
that I may run the bud over your areola and watch the incredible way that it
perks. When I have completed the path over one breast I trace a figure 8
between the breasts and begin the process on the other breast. I lightly
blow on your nipple while painting it with the flower-brush. You moan again
and squirm. I move so that I am between your legs. I can smell your
feminine aroma and I involuntarily swallow. Soon I am making curvy zig zags
down your belly toward the center of your sexuality. Now you are gyrating,
moving your hips in the way that exposes your bodies need to be fucked. I
take the bud and move it between your legs, applying more pressure I move it
very, very, slowly. This takes you to a new level and your eyes roll back
as your chest heaves. "Please" you whisper. "Shhhh" I reply. I flip you
over now and want so bad to mount your ass and ride you hard and
animalistic, but I fight my urges, while you cave in to your own. Your hips
are now rocking against the bed. I let you continue, because it is
beautiful and erotic to see the way your body begs. As you continue I
begin a trail from the back of your neck, sweeping down your back with long,
lingering moves. When I reach the small of your back I lay partially on
your back, so that my mouth is close to your ear. I breath in your shampoo
and feel the softness of your hair against my cheek and nose. "Are you nice
and wet?" I ask. You moan and whimper "Mmmm". "You didn't answer my
question" I persist. "Mmmmm" you reply. "Tell me" I demand. "Yessss, oh
God Yessss" your breath is deep and wanting. "Yes what?" I say. You
squirm, rebelliously, but I move one of my legs between yours and shift my
weight so that I am holding your body still. "Yes I am wet. Oh God, you
made me so wet" you finally resign. "Good" is my only reply. I move the
rose bud over the perfect curves of your round ass. You lift it and I have
perverted images of using your ass as a flower vase. I continue past the
curves and down the backs of your legs, making sure to apply MORE pressure
on the flower so that I don't send you into a tickling fit. It works and
you enjoy the sensation of the silky leg trails that I navigate. I stop to
kiss the back of each knee. I pull the petals off of the rosebud. It has
served us well and I broadcast the petals over the bed. I pull myself on
top of you and grinding my pussy against your ass and whisper to you "I am
no where NEAR finished with you".
I would love to tease you with a rose bud. A nice white one....Lay you on
the bed. Stretch your arms to your sides. Part your legs and lick from
your clit to your chin, just once, just enough to alert your senses to the
impending titillation.
Then take the rose bud and barely touch your lips with it. Running the soft
sides of the bud down the indentation between the nose and lips, over the
curve of your chin, along the concave area of the neck, then back and forth
over your clavicle...slowly...ever..so..slowly...working my way down to your
rising nipple. Then lightly, almost imperceptibly...trace the very tip of
your nipple with the top of the rose bud...the part with all the opening
edges....letting your nipples first recognize then react to the soft satin
strokes. When the sensation is finally processed in your brain, you arch
your back, lifting your breasts to my stimulation, softly moaning a mix of
pleasure and want. I want to cup them and suck them into my mouth...want
to run my tongue over the stiff nipples...want to knead the flesh of your
breasts....I am moaning now as well, with MY want and MY desires. I slow
and regather my composure....deep breaths.....I spiral outwards with the
rosebud starting at the center of your nipples, keeping a narrow path so
that I may run the bud over your areola and watch the incredible way that it
perks. When I have completed the path over one breast I trace a figure 8
between the breasts and begin the process on the other breast. I lightly
blow on your nipple while painting it with the flower-brush. You moan again
and squirm. I move so that I am between your legs. I can smell your
feminine aroma and I involuntarily swallow. Soon I am making curvy zig zags
down your belly toward the center of your sexuality. Now you are gyrating,
moving your hips in the way that exposes your bodies need to be fucked. I
take the bud and move it between your legs, applying more pressure I move it
very, very, slowly. This takes you to a new level and your eyes roll back
as your chest heaves. "Please" you whisper. "Shhhh" I reply. I flip you
over now and want so bad to mount your ass and ride you hard and
animalistic, but I fight my urges, while you cave in to your own. Your hips
are now rocking against the bed. I let you continue, because it is
beautiful and erotic to see the way your body begs. As you continue I
begin a trail from the back of your neck, sweeping down your back with long,
lingering moves. When I reach the small of your back I lay partially on
your back, so that my mouth is close to your ear. I breath in your shampoo
and feel the softness of your hair against my cheek and nose. "Are you nice
and wet?" I ask. You moan and whimper "Mmmm". "You didn't answer my
question" I persist. "Mmmmm" you reply. "Tell me" I demand. "Yessss, oh
God Yessss" your breath is deep and wanting. "Yes what?" I say. You
squirm, rebelliously, but I move one of my legs between yours and shift my
weight so that I am holding your body still. "Yes I am wet. Oh God, you
made me so wet" you finally resign. "Good" is my only reply. I move the
rose bud over the perfect curves of your round ass. You lift it and I have
perverted images of using your ass as a flower vase. I continue past the
curves and down the backs of your legs, making sure to apply MORE pressure
on the flower so that I don't send you into a tickling fit. It works and
you enjoy the sensation of the silky leg trails that I navigate. I stop to
kiss the back of each knee. I pull the petals off of the rosebud. It has
served us well and I broadcast the petals over the bed. I pull myself on
top of you and grinding my pussy against your ass and whisper to you "I am
no where NEAR finished with you".