Dreams

After a long trip into Kingston, on a winding road through the hills of St. Andrew and St. Mary…the peacefulness of the day was evident in the comfortable silence between a man and a woman. With his free hand in yours you trace the pattern of his veins and admire the strength in his wrist and fingers…yes, in a quick glance you capture him in your mind and think…‘he's beautiful’.

A shower after some spirits and a draw of sumpn nice….you wait patiently for him to join you in the bed beside the mirror……through tired eyes you watch his muscular body approach and every sense leaps to life…..its not often a woman happens across that pleasurable mix of good looks and skill, so you were thankful for the opportunity to bend to his will.

A touch of his lips to your inner thigh sent electric pulses through your body and he watches with fixed interest your writhing response….when kisses trail upwards over your hips and navel, the line of your stomach, your neck and chin…your involuntary spasms become more and more intense and brings your flesh closer to the source of your desire…. But still he hovers by your lips to watch you feel him….tantalizing.

With passion burning from the heat of the moment and bodies now drenched with anticipation, the beginning is sealed with a kiss…a long, hard, eruption evoking kiss. You foil his plans as he tries to return to the start and encourage instead a unguided insertion into the path ….the clench and release of your muscles binds him in a spell which coaxes a low, groan from deep within him…you are pleased.

In an unorthodox missionary, the soles of your feet against his hard chest, he strokes smoothly then harder and harder…. and though thoughts of crying ‘Cree’ enter your logical mind, the pleasure of the pain spurs you on to match his every try to pin you permanently to the bed....what strength, what energy…mmmm.

The battle rages on and lessons are taught and learnt, new positions tried and somewhat conquered until sheer exhaustion sets in…..but just when you thought you’d had enough, you catch a glimpse of his firmly formed ass in the mirror fucking you from behind….on his haunches atop your body, he tiptoes in and out of your wet and receptive pussy, training it, working for your untimely release…your loss… his win. It would’ve worked too, had you not insisted that he holds still and watch you work…with each thrust and wine, he shows true grit, standing firm with an ass riding up and down the length of his dick….He ultimately unravels when you whisper, ‘fuck it an’ mass it up’…. And through clenched teeth, his body rigid in release, he commands that no one else be given this chance… ‘a fi mi dis’ he says… and you agree whole-heartedly.

Mutual gratification reached and he collapses to your left, draws you close, kisses your forehead and whispers ‘lets sleep’…twas a day and night well spent.