I'll make sure to let you know, we'll need a mediator after what they did to me.
Almost goes without saying that Part 2 is another fine example of your skills with both written word (I've never seen you stumble) and camera (artistic glimpses of your beauty each time you post)
Such a proper thing to remind us of how powerful, meaningful, sensual the first kiss is
I would watch that play out all day! Oh my
Almost goes without saying that Part 2 is another fine example of your skills with both written word (I've never seen you stumble) and camera (artistic glimpses of your beauty each time you post)
And the subsequent conversations between you and your admirers has me both amused and intrigued ... mind if I ask for an invite to the unplanned orgy/ies? Is it "polite ejaculation" if I ask to cum on your shorter, curlier hair? (I'll lick it off afterwards)
Keep up the excellent work JAF!
Thank you, sweetie. And oh, I stumble all the time..with both words and actions. You only see the swaying bewbs when that happens.
. Thank you, darlin'. I tried to capture that feeling (just wish I had more time to write it better.)Perv...
Love it!! The pressure is building as I read this.
)
What a climax... in ever sense of the word.Part 3 of 3. (Hope you all aren't disappointed.
His lips trailed from my neck, his beard scratching and tickling while his soft lips left a fire in their wake. Across a collar bone and down my sternum stopping at the neckline of the dress. My nipples ached to be consumed by his fire, my back arching up to him, offering.
And..he stopped..right there. He went no further down, nor left, nor right. He stayed perfectly still, planting lingering kiss after kiss on the bare kiss above the neckline... My eyes open and I look down, wondering with a maddening frustration as to why he stopped. My hand stroked his hair, arching my back once more to subtly encourage but he still didn't tug the.. oh.. oh! He wants me to offer.. My hand slides from his soft hair to grasp the edge of the neckline, tuging it to the side and baring a pale breast topped with rippled areola, and hard rosy nipple. My hand cups it, offering it to my Scoundrel.
A low growl rolls across my skin, sending a wave of heat through my system that destroys any butterflies that still linger, his mouth makes it's trek to the mountain's peak. The march seemed far longer than it should have.. but gods, was it worth it. A tender brush of lips before latching on and sucking deep. A gasp drawn from my lips, thighs clenching together and rubbing to staunch the fire building there.
Each deep pull of suction and twirling, lapping of his tongue muddled my mind better and faster than any drink. I forgot the hesitation, forgot the bright sunlight and open window. I forgot this was our first time and the nerves from before.. All I knew was the need to be consumed.. My hand diging into the meat of his back, nails biting as I moaned..
When did my other breast become exposed? When did his leg become nestled between mine? It all swirls together.. My thighs try to squeeze together but can't now with his leg in the way nor is he close enough to rub against. The bastard. I whimper, biting my lip as the onslaught of sensations and needs continues it's achingly slow pace.
I look down at my Scoundrel, his hair a halo of burnished gold. Gods.. he's handsome. Biting my lip as his eyes lock with mine. The blue darkened with desire enough to steal my breath. His nails bite at my thigh, reminding me it has never left, gliding up and down it's length, toying with the lace but...why?!
He grins. That beautiful fucker grins at me as I'm combusting from the inside out. The grin only disappears at he takes my nipple between his teeth and swiftly bites..
A hiss of pain and pleasure explodes from me. Back arching up, demanding more... my hand moves to find his.. squeezing it, guiding it to my nectar drenched flower and the searing heat. But he stops..twisting from my hand, only to grab it, guiding me instead.. Resting my palm against the downy mound with fingers dipping down, his own pressing my fingers in...
And the world was washed in light...
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Fuck!! Just "fuck!!" ... way with words, way with pictures and a way with speech too!Part 3 of 3. (Hope you all aren't disappointed.
His lips trailed from my neck, his beard scratching and tickling while his soft lips left a fire in their wake. Across a collar bone and down my sternum stopping at the neckline of the dress. My nipples ached to be consumed by his fire, my back arching up to him, offering.
And..he stopped..right there. He went no further down, nor left, nor right. He stayed perfectly still, planting lingering kiss after kiss on the bare kiss above the neckline... My eyes open and I look down, wondering with a maddening frustration as to why he stopped. My hand stroked his hair, arching my back once more to subtly encourage but he still didn't tug the.. oh.. oh! He wants me to offer.. My hand slides from his soft hair to grasp the edge of the neckline, tuging it to the side and baring a pale breast topped with rippled areola, and hard rosy nipple. My hand cups it, offering it to my Scoundrel.
A low growl rolls across my skin, sending a wave of heat through my system that destroys any butterflies that still linger, his mouth makes it's trek to the mountain's peak. The march seemed far longer than it should have.. but gods, was it worth it. A tender brush of lips before latching on and sucking deep. A gasp drawn from my lips, thighs clenching together and rubbing to staunch the fire building there.
Each deep pull of suction and twirling, lapping of his tongue muddled my mind better and faster than any drink. I forgot the hesitation, forgot the bright sunlight and open window. I forgot this was our first time and the nerves from before.. All I knew was the need to be consumed.. My hand diging into the meat of his back, nails biting as I moaned..
When did my other breast become exposed? When did his leg become nestled between mine? It all swirls together.. My thighs try to squeeze together but can't now with his leg in the way nor is he close enough to rub against. The bastard. I whimper, biting my lip as the onslaught of sensations and needs continues it's achingly slow pace.
I look down at my Scoundrel, his hair a halo of burnished gold. Gods.. he's handsome. Biting my lip as his eyes lock with mine. The blue darkened with desire enough to steal my breath. His nails bite at my thigh, reminding me it has never left, gliding up and down it's length, toying with the lace but...why?!
He grins. That beautiful fucker grins at me as I'm combusting from the inside out. The grin only disappears at he takes my nipple between his teeth and swiftly bites..
A hiss of pain and pleasure explodes from me. Back arching up, demanding more... my hand moves to find his.. squeezing it, guiding it to my nectar drenched flower and the searing heat. But he stops..twisting from my hand, only to grab it, guiding me instead.. Resting my palm against the downy mound with fingers dipping down, his own pressing my fingers in...
And the world was washed in light...
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(Blame @Mr_bogey for suggesting this yo go along... https://voca.ro/1dY0mmI6FoLA )
What a climax... in ever sense of the word.
The description of the 'assault' on your breasts/nipples was so erotic and truly arousing.
I could feel every movement as if I was there, well described. The climax of both the story and your orgasmic bliss was so damned erotic, truly wonderful.
You have always combined your words and pictures well, but this 3 part story was absolutely spectacular. I know I saw it briefly mentioned earlier, but this could make one hell of an audio story, though the visuals... especially this last image... My gawd JAF, you are a goddess of eroticism. The kind fantasies are centered around.
Fuck!! Just "fuck!!" ... way with words, way with pictures and a way with speech too!
Wonder if my wife will notice the darker stain on my jeans when I get home?
JAF, you hit it out of the park!
Disappointed??? Any hotter and the reader would spontaneously combust!Part 3 of 3. (Hope you all aren't disappointed.
His lips trailed from my neck, his beard scratching and tickling while his soft lips left a fire in their wake. Across a collar bone and down my sternum stopping at the neckline of the dress. My nipples ached to be consumed by his fire, my back arching up to him, offering.
And..he stopped..right there. He went no further down, nor left, nor right. He stayed perfectly still, planting lingering kiss after kiss on the bare kiss above the neckline... My eyes open and I look down, wondering with a maddening frustration as to why he stopped. My hand stroked his hair, arching my back once more to subtly encourage but he still didn't tug the.. oh.. oh! He wants me to offer.. My hand slides from his soft hair to grasp the edge of the neckline, tuging it to the side and baring a pale breast topped with rippled areola, and hard rosy nipple. My hand cups it, offering it to my Scoundrel.
A low growl rolls across my skin, sending a wave of heat through my system that destroys any butterflies that still linger, his mouth makes it's trek to the mountain's peak. The march seemed far longer than it should have.. but gods, was it worth it. A tender brush of lips before latching on and sucking deep. A gasp drawn from my lips, thighs clenching together and rubbing to staunch the fire building there.
Each deep pull of suction and twirling, lapping of his tongue muddled my mind better and faster than any drink. I forgot the hesitation, forgot the bright sunlight and open window. I forgot this was our first time and the nerves from before.. All I knew was the need to be consumed.. My hand diging into the meat of his back, nails biting as I moaned..
When did my other breast become exposed? When did his leg become nestled between mine? It all swirls together.. My thighs try to squeeze together but can't now with his leg in the way nor is he close enough to rub against. The bastard. I whimper, biting my lip as the onslaught of sensations and needs continues it's achingly slow pace.
I look down at my Scoundrel, his hair a halo of burnished gold. Gods.. he's handsome. Biting my lip as his eyes lock with mine. The blue darkened with desire enough to steal my breath. His nails bite at my thigh, reminding me it has never left, gliding up and down it's length, toying with the lace but...why?!
He grins. That beautiful fucker grins at me as I'm combusting from the inside out. The grin only disappears at he takes my nipple between his teeth and swiftly bites..
A hiss of pain and pleasure explodes from me. Back arching up, demanding more... my hand moves to find his.. squeezing it, guiding it to my nectar drenched flower and the searing heat. But he stops..twisting from my hand, only to grab it, guiding me instead.. Resting my palm against the downy mound with fingers dipping down, his own pressing my fingers in...
And the world was washed in light...
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(Blame @Mr_bogey for suggesting this yo go along... https://voca.ro/1dY0mmI6FoLA )
Damn! That was so hot!!Part 3 of 3. (Hope you all aren't disappointed.
His lips trailed from my neck, his beard scratching and tickling while his soft lips left a fire in their wake. Across a collar bone and down my sternum stopping at the neckline of the dress. My nipples ached to be consumed by his fire, my back arching up to him, offering.
And..he stopped..right there. He went no further down, nor left, nor right. He stayed perfectly still, planting lingering kiss after kiss on the bare kiss above the neckline... My eyes open and I look down, wondering with a maddening frustration as to why he stopped. My hand stroked his hair, arching my back once more to subtly encourage but he still didn't tug the.. oh.. oh! He wants me to offer.. My hand slides from his soft hair to grasp the edge of the neckline, tuging it to the side and baring a pale breast topped with rippled areola, and hard rosy nipple. My hand cups it, offering it to my Scoundrel.
A low growl rolls across my skin, sending a wave of heat through my system that destroys any butterflies that still linger, his mouth makes it's trek to the mountain's peak. The march seemed far longer than it should have.. but gods, was it worth it. A tender brush of lips before latching on and sucking deep. A gasp drawn from my lips, thighs clenching together and rubbing to staunch the fire building there.
Each deep pull of suction and twirling, lapping of his tongue muddled my mind better and faster than any drink. I forgot the hesitation, forgot the bright sunlight and open window. I forgot this was our first time and the nerves from before.. All I knew was the need to be consumed.. My hand diging into the meat of his back, nails biting as I moaned..
When did my other breast become exposed? When did his leg become nestled between mine? It all swirls together.. My thighs try to squeeze together but can't now with his leg in the way nor is he close enough to rub against. The bastard. I whimper, biting my lip as the onslaught of sensations and needs continues it's achingly slow pace.
I look down at my Scoundrel, his hair a halo of burnished gold. Gods.. he's handsome. Biting my lip as his eyes lock with mine. The blue darkened with desire enough to steal my breath. His nails bite at my thigh, reminding me it has never left, gliding up and down it's length, toying with the lace but...why?!
He grins. That beautiful fucker grins at me as I'm combusting from the inside out. The grin only disappears at he takes my nipple between his teeth and swiftly bites..
A hiss of pain and pleasure explodes from me. Back arching up, demanding more... my hand moves to find his.. squeezing it, guiding it to my nectar drenched flower and the searing heat. But he stops..twisting from my hand, only to grab it, guiding me instead.. Resting my palm against the downy mound with fingers dipping down, his own pressing my fingers in...
And the world was washed in light...
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(Blame @Mr_bogey for suggesting this yo go along... https://voca.ro/1dY0mmI6FoLA )
Hrm, that would be bad considering I like interacting with y'all. I'm glad you enjoyed it. This was..not how I had planned things to go. It was originally supposed to be one photo, but my bestie said it was too good to just be a one and done.. so I scavenged through the rejected pics from that same day and found the first two. The story was penned in about 30 to 40 mins each day.Disappointed??? Any hotter and the reader would spontaneously combust!
My cheeks are quite pink right now and there's a stupid smile on my lips..thank you for the compliments. It's most confusing, but I'm glad I struck a rare balance that pleased your ear and mind. 
altjough my words said one thing, a closer inspection may be in need to see the truth of the matter. (Or a higher quality photo..)Sit and relax... right? Nothing strenuous that may raise your temperature. I worry you may overheat.Damn! That was so hot!!
I think I sit here for a while and cool down......
Well, I had to cool down a bit and send back the blood to my brain again. But I still need a release!Sit and relax... right? Nothing strenuous that may raise your temperature. I worry you may overheat.
I can never be disappointed in anything revolving around your sexiness...Part 3 of 3. (Hope you all aren't disappointed.
His lips trailed from my neck, his beard scratching and tickling while his soft lips left a fire in their wake. Across a collar bone and down my sternum stopping at the neckline of the dress. My nipples ached to be consumed by his fire, my back arching up to him, offering.
And..he stopped..right there. He went no further down, nor left, nor right. He stayed perfectly still, planting lingering kiss after kiss on the bare kiss above the neckline... My eyes open and I look down, wondering with a maddening frustration as to why he stopped. My hand stroked his hair, arching my back once more to subtly encourage but he still didn't tug the.. oh.. oh! He wants me to offer.. My hand slides from his soft hair to grasp the edge of the neckline, tuging it to the side and baring a pale breast topped with rippled areola, and hard rosy nipple. My hand cups it, offering it to my Scoundrel.
A low growl rolls across my skin, sending a wave of heat through my system that destroys any butterflies that still linger, his mouth makes it's trek to the mountain's peak. The march seemed far longer than it should have.. but gods, was it worth it. A tender brush of lips before latching on and sucking deep. A gasp drawn from my lips, thighs clenching together and rubbing to staunch the fire building there.
Each deep pull of suction and twirling, lapping of his tongue muddled my mind better and faster than any drink. I forgot the hesitation, forgot the bright sunlight and open window. I forgot this was our first time and the nerves from before.. All I knew was the need to be consumed.. My hand diging into the meat of his back, nails biting as I moaned..
When did my other breast become exposed? When did his leg become nestled between mine? It all swirls together.. My thighs try to squeeze together but can't now with his leg in the way nor is he close enough to rub against. The bastard. I whimper, biting my lip as the onslaught of sensations and needs continues it's achingly slow pace.
I look down at my Scoundrel, his hair a halo of burnished gold. Gods.. he's handsome. Biting my lip as his eyes lock with mine. The blue darkened with desire enough to steal my breath. His nails bite at my thigh, reminding me it has never left, gliding up and down it's length, toying with the lace but...why?!
He grins. That beautiful fucker grins at me as I'm combusting from the inside out. The grin only disappears at he takes my nipple between his teeth and swiftly bites..
A hiss of pain and pleasure explodes from me. Back arching up, demanding more... my hand moves to find his.. squeezing it, guiding it to my nectar drenched flower and the searing heat. But he stops..twisting from my hand, only to grab it, guiding me instead.. Resting my palm against the downy mound with fingers dipping down, his own pressing my fingers in...
And the world was washed in light...
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(Blame @Mr_bogey for suggesting this yo go along... https://voca.ro/1dY0mmI6FoLA )
Flatterer.I can never be disappointed in anything revolving around your sexiness...
I prefer Truth-Teller ....Flatterer.
Glad it didn't disappoint after being teased at for days.
There needs to be a blush emot..I prefer Truth-Teller ....
Thank you, Paul. It's always good to see you when you drop by.Outstanding words and images. Thanks for sharing them with us.
