asian cunny
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- Jul 17, 2000
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I don't understand the feelings that go through me. When I was going steady with Harry, we had a lot of sex, but only with each other. All sex outside each other, was done strictly on-line, in other words, imaginary. It made our couplings afterwards so much more interesting and fulfilling, telling each other what we'd done and with whom.
Now here am I, single again, and lusting for a man I'd met on-line a few months back, and had made love with a couple of times. If I'm atracted to him in person, wouldn't that be natural? I remember he told me he's married, and I wonder if his wife is here, too. Will I be crossing a line if we made love? I'm single, meaning I'm free to love anybody I fancy. But if he's married, I will also be crossing a "do not disturb" line, barging into another woman's territory. Should I? He surely seems interested, and desires me as much I do him.
I remember how he described himself and his "equipment", how we'd joked about the tiny birthmark that adorns my left breast. How gentle and tender he made love at first, and how fierce and fulfilling it ended. But for now I don't care, for now I just want to listen to the needs of my body, screaming for sexual release. I may not be ready for another committment, but I sure am ready for a man's touch.
So I lean against him and put my arm around his waist, smiling at his words. Then he leans down and kisses me and asks if this is what I want. With fire in my eyes, I answer: "Yes, this, and more," and with that I throw all caution and inhibitions to the wind, and prepare myself to enjoy the evening (and night) to the fullest. I'm going to cross that line, and the hell with consequences, I think.
He pulls me closer to him, and kisses me deeply, "Yes, my love, I want more, too, all of you." And our kiss deepens as our tongues start a sensuous dance in each other's mouths. After a while, he asks me: "Do you want to eat?", as we see people around us start to feast on roasted pig. "Later," I say, "Right now I'm not hungry for roast," I giggle.
"OK, lets take a walk first," he says, and pulls me with him further into the garden, away from the house. As we walk close together along the maze-like path, occasionally stopping to kiss, we see that we're not the only ones here. Other couples are also making out in various parts of the garden, and undoubtedly, the house.
Then we come to a gazebo, almost totally hidden from view, by large bushes of dense foliage. We enter the gazebo, and fall into each other's arms. We kiss again hungrily, and his hand comes up to cup my breast. "Now, will I get to see whether you have been telling the truth about yourself?", he whispers, "I want to see your birthmark." I smile happily, amused that he remembered. "Yes," I whisper back, "everything I told you, is also true. My small breasts, with a birthmark on the left side, large sensitive nipples, and my tight, wet, shaved pussy."
Now here am I, single again, and lusting for a man I'd met on-line a few months back, and had made love with a couple of times. If I'm atracted to him in person, wouldn't that be natural? I remember he told me he's married, and I wonder if his wife is here, too. Will I be crossing a line if we made love? I'm single, meaning I'm free to love anybody I fancy. But if he's married, I will also be crossing a "do not disturb" line, barging into another woman's territory. Should I? He surely seems interested, and desires me as much I do him.
I remember how he described himself and his "equipment", how we'd joked about the tiny birthmark that adorns my left breast. How gentle and tender he made love at first, and how fierce and fulfilling it ended. But for now I don't care, for now I just want to listen to the needs of my body, screaming for sexual release. I may not be ready for another committment, but I sure am ready for a man's touch.
So I lean against him and put my arm around his waist, smiling at his words. Then he leans down and kisses me and asks if this is what I want. With fire in my eyes, I answer: "Yes, this, and more," and with that I throw all caution and inhibitions to the wind, and prepare myself to enjoy the evening (and night) to the fullest. I'm going to cross that line, and the hell with consequences, I think.
He pulls me closer to him, and kisses me deeply, "Yes, my love, I want more, too, all of you." And our kiss deepens as our tongues start a sensuous dance in each other's mouths. After a while, he asks me: "Do you want to eat?", as we see people around us start to feast on roasted pig. "Later," I say, "Right now I'm not hungry for roast," I giggle.
"OK, lets take a walk first," he says, and pulls me with him further into the garden, away from the house. As we walk close together along the maze-like path, occasionally stopping to kiss, we see that we're not the only ones here. Other couples are also making out in various parts of the garden, and undoubtedly, the house.
Then we come to a gazebo, almost totally hidden from view, by large bushes of dense foliage. We enter the gazebo, and fall into each other's arms. We kiss again hungrily, and his hand comes up to cup my breast. "Now, will I get to see whether you have been telling the truth about yourself?", he whispers, "I want to see your birthmark." I smile happily, amused that he remembered. "Yes," I whisper back, "everything I told you, is also true. My small breasts, with a birthmark on the left side, large sensitive nipples, and my tight, wet, shaved pussy."