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A delicious thought...

Readers, please excuse any lapses in grammar, punctuation, etc. English was not one of my strong subjects in school. The below, and others I will submit, are from fantasies that bloomed in my mind from chat conversations with a delightful 22 year old college student from Texas. She’s been an inspiration to me. If you’re erotically pleasured by my writings, then the pleasure is mine. Enjoy.


I just had another delicious thought about us:

We're laying naked on the bed, spooning, my arms around you, both exhausted and sleeping. I wake and after kissing you gently, on the neck, I untangle myself and head to the bathroom, then the kitchen for a wine refill. Coming back, glass in hand, I stop at the door and gaze lovingly at your naked form. You change positions and are now on your back, still sleeping. I come to the bed, my cock fully aroused and gently raise your knees and spread your legs. My face is now hovering close to your pussy, taking in the exotic aroma of your essence, still wet from our lovemaking. Slowly, carefully, I spread your rose like lips, exposing your clit and love cannel. Ohhh, so intoxicating; I could cum with the least provocation. I gently kiss and lick with the tip of my flaccid tongue, you still sleeping. My lips find your clit, tongue on it and just hold there, gently sucking. I'm starting to detect a response from your sleeping body. A rise in temperature, wetness and I hear soft unconscious moans from you. I feel your hands on the back of my head; you've woken from slumbering. You urge me on, without words, pulling on the back of my head, pelvis rising, pussy starting to vibrate. My tongue stiffens and the sucking increases, taking your clit fully within my mouth, in and out. Your moans have increased dramatically, my stiffened tongue moves to your love hole, entering, tasting the meld of your juices and my cum, from earlier. Heady stuff, those tastes. Back to your clit now, my two fingers inside you, twisting in and out, brushing your g-spot with my knuckles. Your back arching mightily now, moans reaching a crescendo. My face riding you like a bronco, your passion honey in full flow, I’m drinking it in. I feel your muscles contracting for the start of an extended orgasm, my mouth and fingers continuing their attentions as you climax. You start to come down from your lofty plateau and I slow with you, staying engaged with you. Now, all calm, you spent, my face wet, I gaze at you, admiringly, feeling so exhilarated at having the opportunity to please you. You say: "Thank you, come here and hold me." My knees go weak and I comply........
Written by sanegentleguy
Published | Edited 29th Jan 2013
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