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TC:

Licking, lapping base to nipples, nipping at the tips of the nipples, sucking them each in to my mouth in turn to lightly chew as my tongue flicked and licked.

One hand teasing and adding arousing torment to the other breast and nipple as my other hand stroked up one thigh, ruffled sooo lightly across the down soft hair covering your pussy's lips and down the inside of the other thigh before it's alll repeated again.

My mouth moves breast to breast, nipple to nipple. The underswell is each is licked and sucked, bitten and blown on as it the inner swell of your deep cleavage letting the beard tickle as my mouth is busy with your silky skin trying to stimulate every nerve ending your breasts have to stimulate.
 
MW

It was difficult to think but the only thought that drifted through my mind was that I suddenly understood how painful it was to have my nipples chewed on. It was a brief flash and I had not decided yet if I liked it as all the other sensations twisted together clouding my mind. My fingers trailed along his back and shoulders nails grazing the skin.
 
TC:

Once both breasts had been laved and sucked, kissed and suckled my mouth moved slowly lower and lower leaving my hands full of where my mouth had just been.

The palms rubbed over so hard nipples. Back and forth, up and down, around and around before my spread fingers closed as my plams pressed the nipples into the firm flesh under them. As my fingers loosened to move my palms rotated on the wetnipples and areola to add more stimulation.

My lips and tongue worked and traced their was side to side until I reached your navel. It was rimmed by the tip of my tongue. I blew gently into it, tongue fucked it, rimmed it again and again then blew on it once more as I looked past my hands and your tits into your eyes and mine smiled at what I saw as I blew yet again onto and into your wet navel.
 
MW

oh, he was a tease, I realized as his hands took over and his face moved lower. There were obviously many sides to Mr. Crowne, and he had already me forget about calling Jake. I hoped he wouldn't worry and vowed to call him before dinner.

In the meantime I was being teased to some unknowing end as I recalled that he had turned the oven off so that the smell of burning food would not interupt us, though the rumbling of my stomach might. A chuckle at the thought turned into a moan as his lips brought forth sensations I had nearly forgotten existed.
 
TC:

I smile at the chuckle/moan and tongue fuck your navel again then stop and murmur softly, "Open for me Lea. Open wide and give me access to all of you." Then a blow as I wait for you to move and do as I've asked so I may continue what I've begun.
 
MW

I let my thoughts drift as my legs parted, slowly moving as if time had slowed down. All other things seemed less important as he moved lower and lower until I had to close my eyes in order to better focus on the delightful and delicate sensations of the sheets against my skin, the slight breeze over my skin, and his mouth and hands caressing and teasing my body.
 
TC:

There's no physical touch when I reach my goal, other than the continuing and very pleasurable fondling, playing and arousal involved from what my hands and fingers are doing to your breasts, your nipples.

Instead of my mouth or tongue touching your trimmed pussy lips it's my breath you feel as I inhale deeply to take in your scent. The aroma of a woman who's becoming aroused and as I exhale my hot breath ruffling the closely trimmed hair and blowing up and down your slit from top to bottom and every place in between when your parted legs open your slit for me to see and blow into.

Clit, warm and wet skin down to the opening into you I so enjoy and even a bit lower to blow on your juice dampened anus before inhaling deeply again and beginning all over again to tease and arouse with breath alone.
 
the tease again, i had expected it and therefore relished every sensation forgetting to anticipate as what he had in mind was undoubtedly far more than I would ever dream of. It was hard not to think at all as my mind focused instead on how it felt to be cherished.
 
TC:

The fondling and teasing of your breasts and nipples becomes a bit more intense, at time edging pain but never quite crossing the line from strictly pleasure to pain. Instead it's nudging that line and the hint of pain increases the intensity of the pleasure you're feeling in both tits and both nipples. Pleasure that sends streaks of arousal to all of your body and deep into your mind for you to feel and savior as you become more vocal in your appreciation.

The blowing is now and then interrupted by my tongue's tip lightly grazing along the tips of the soft and trimmed hair guarding your more puffy, engorged and aroused lips. Up and down the hot, wet slit leaving from your now very hard clit to your more wet, more needy cuntal opening, it's mouth. Across your peritum to tease the puckers leading to your anus, which is never touched before moving up again so it can all be felt as it's repeated, even the circling of your clit... without touching it.
 
TC:

The fondling and teasing of your breasts and nipples becomes a bit more intense, at time edging pain but never quite crossing the line from strictly pleasure to pain. Instead it's nudging that line and the hint of pain increases the intensity of the pleasure you're feeling in both tits and both nipples. Pleasure that sends streaks of arousal to all of your body and deep into your mind for you to feel and savior as you become more vocal in your appreciation.

The blowing is now and then interrupted by my tongue's tip lightly grazing along the tips of the soft and trimmed hair guarding your more puffy, engorged and aroused lips. Up and down the hot, wet slit leaving from your now very hard clit to your more wet, more needy cuntal opening, it's mouth. Across your peritum to tease the puckers leading to your anus, which is never touched before moving up again so it can all be felt as it's repeated, even the circling of your clit... without touching it.

My eyes look up from where my tonuges teases and torments to where my hands are doing the same thing and finally into your eyes as mine smile wickedly into yours and I give you a very lewd wink.
 
Micki

I find myself looking away, and biting my lip, sure he knew what to do, but the stings of pain were getting bothersome. I felt as if I were a doll a simple object for his use and I felt dirty even as he made my body respond. I thought about the flowers I had seen that day anything to distract me from what he was doing. I finally could not stand being passive any longer. I tried closing my legs and sat up suddenly, the motion making me dizzy. "I'm sorry Mr. Crowne, but I am not this type of person." I pulled away and headed to the bathroom. I was confused at how things had spun out of control so quickly. I should have seem the signs earlier, by how he talked to me, controlled the situation. For the first time in a long time I felt much older than I was.
 
TC:

To say I was shocked, as I moved my head and hands from where I'd been doing my best to arouse her more and more, would have been a gross understatement.

I lay, reclined on one elbow, and watched in stunned amazement as she headed for and into the bathroom.

"... not that kind of person." Now what the hell did she mean by that I wondered as I lay on my back staring at the ceiling and going over all that had been said and done in the kitchen and since, all fuitilely as I still was clueless as to 'what kind of person' she was alluding to and wondering how I'd gone from TC to Mr. Crown again.

'I don't understand women,' I thought as I stared at the ceiling. 'I was trying to make her sooo hot and sooo aroused she'd want all I wanted for her, hell us, to feel and suddenly she's in the bathroom "...not being that kind of person." and I'm laying here on the bed with a throbbing erection and wondering what in the hell just happened. "Women, can't live with 'em and can't live happily without 'em." as Grandpa used to say.'
 
MW

I splashed water on my face, he undoubtedly thought I was crazy, heck I thought I was crazy at times. How was I going to explain this? I doubted he had ever had anyone reject him before. I was about as far from the mood as I could get at the moment and as I walked back arms crossed I wondered what to say, what could I say to make him understand. "I'm sorry." I wasn't sure exactly what I was and wasn't sorry for at the moment, things were so confused. "I'm not passive in anything and I just had this horrible sensation of being forced to enjoy it. I guess I should have warned you, I work with sexual assault victims and it just triggered something."
 
"Forced?" my shocked and incredulous tone of voice let you know how shocked I was to hear just that word alone.

"That was the farthest thing from my mind. All I wished was to make you so hot, so passionate, so full of desire and we could both fly.
"I understand though, I guess.
"How about supper then," I finish getting up and heading for the kitchen as my erection begins to slowly soften.

As I exit the bedroom.. under my breath... "Never forced or raped anyone in my life... forced?.?."
 
MW

I saw the impact of my words, forced, took it's toll on him, I pulled on a shirt and perhaps imposed would be the better word. I had felt trapped, it had just been the oddest sensation. I rubbed the back of my neck, maybe I was scared of the intensity, the thought immediately negated itself I had felt trapped and I had to get out.

This whole situation had heightened that sense of being trapped alone, not being able to escape. It had given me a whole new perspective. I decided to take a little breather as he headed for the kitchen. I doubted men knew how imposing they could seem. "Sure supper would be fine." I picked up the phone and dialed out, feeling better now that someone knew where I was. I must have sounded shaky because Jake asked if I was all right. I said I was fine, just little overwhelmed. I hung up and picked up my sketch pad. I got lost in the play of pencil against paper.
 
Thomas Crown:

I turned the oven back on again and finished fixing the meal. I enjoy cooking so it's far less than a chore for me and always has been a simple and enjoyable task. I'm not a gourmet cook but my meals are almost always tasty and filling, a product of Mom's having grown up during the Great Depression of the 1930's. We cooked what would be totally consumed so no food was wasted.

The salad is put on the table along with the platter of baked fish and a steamed veggie. I pour two glasses of a nice light white wine and announce, "Miss Callahan, supper is on the table if you care to come and eat." and seat myself and begin to put food on my plate.

'Force myself on you... Mr. Crown is it and after that wonderful time at sunset. Well I can be just as formal and will not bother you again unless you make the first move or ask me damn it.
'Force you... what unmitigated bullshit. Women's Studies, Women's Lib claptrap and bullshit is what that was and is,'
I think to myself as I take a sip of my wine.
 
MW

Was it important to make him understand what she was thinking? As they quietly ate she decided no, after all she would be sailing off tomorrow and they would never see each other again. However she did not want to leave it like this. "Thomas, I'm sorry. It's just that earlier it was relaxed and fun, and then it was more intense and I felt pressured to enjoy it. It's nothing against you Thomas, we just seemed to jump from point A to M with nothing between." I stopped talking before I made things worse. I take a drink of the wine and shut myself up.
 
"Lea, your pleasure was what was foremost in my mind. I wished you to experience and enjoy one the most thrilling and fulfilling sexual experiences you'd ever had.
"Sorry if I went overboard in trying to give that to you, but force was absolutely the farthest thing from my mind. Force or coercion of any kind at all."

I took another bite and another sip of my wine as I continue to look at you across the table.
 
MW

I could see that this was going to be one of those differences between men and women thing and opted to not get into a battle of the sexes, "Fulfilling sex, for me comes from emotional closeness and trust," I paused for a moment, "and honestly that kind of closeness and awe is not going to happen for me in the next twenty four hours. I was just looking to relax and have fun, not try to break the sound barrier. I am not looking for the ultimate sexual experience, every time has it's own special flavor." I decided against trying to crawl around in his head and wonder why he felt so driven to "give" such a thing to me.
 
TC:

"Well that's true enough. Hadn't looked at it quite that way.
"As I get so much pleasure from sex, I try my best to give as much or more to my partners so I'm sure that they too have enjoyed it as much as I have or will," I say smiling across at you.

Lifting my glass, "A toast. To new friends found and met. May then become good and close friends."
 
MW

"To each day being better than the last," I add taking only a sip of the wine as I was sure I had more than enough to drink. "If I said you were an excellent lover would you share your bed with me?" I tossed out a half joke enjoying the lightened mood. The food was excellent and the company well had turned out to be not that bad. I found that I would welcome running into Thomas again someday.
 
TC:

Smiling," If I said certainly, would you and let me make love to you again?" and I have another sip.
 
MW

"Well we could certainly have sex together again, not sure I'm ready to have you do anything to me again. I hate that phrase make love to, makes it sound like some action being done to a woman. I guess thats why I say make love with, perhaps I'm just silly and romantic in this society after all fuck you and fuck with you both have equally negative connotations." I laugh a little and realize I've probably said too much. "Sometimes I need someone to tell me to shut up and enjoy myself."
 
"I used the term to avoid possibly offending. Personally I feel 'love' is the most misused word in the English language. How can anyone 'love their car' when it can't love back for example.
"Now 'fuck' is an entirely different thing. I've adopted my hero George Carlin's philosophy.
"He says, ' When you're pissed off at someone why say Fuck You to them. Fucking is the most fun two people can possibly have together and gives intense pleasure, if it's done right that is. Why not say, 'Unfuck you. I hope you never get fucked again you asshole.' "

I'm chuckling and laughing quietly as I've quoted Carlin the Great and then look at you, into your eyes, "Lea let me fuck you until neither of us can fuck any longer. Until we're fucked and sucked out and fall asleep happily exhausted and satiated."
 
MW

"Well to a fucking great night then?" it's part question as I tip my glass, take a drink and then with what seems like practiced ease slip my shirt off as I stand up. "Shall we?" I partly ask luring you to the floor where a soft rug is laid out. "The bed will just make me sleepy."
 
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