dansemajik
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Is my shivering fear, or anticipation?
He carries me gently to my chambers, with no effort. I am not a large person, but those stairs are so many and he is not breathing hard. At least he wasn't until he looked at my breasts again, not at all hidden by this sheer gown.
His gown has fallen open and I see the thing that I was holding in the water. It is magnificent. Perfectly formed, or so I imagine, since I have no prior knowledge of male anatomy. I gasp, and for some reason I lick my lips. This makes him groan. I lean forward and kiss his chest. Liking the way his chest hair feel on my cheek. I rub my face in his chest. My hands wandering where they would. I find myself sitting on the bed, and his member is right where I could take him in my mouth. He is like a sausage in my mouth, only living, throbbing, pulsing. My lips close around him unbidden. He puts his hands on my shoulders, and leans his head back and moans. I don't really know what I am doing , but it feels good, and I am feeling a need unlike any I have ever felt before. I was really getting into it, when he said, "Enough Samantha. Let me show you now." he picked me up and laid me on the feather duvet, and removed my robes from me. He let his drop to the floor. His black with my white mingled together in a mass of silk and wool.
He knealt on the bed, looking at me with a question in his eyes. I met his gaze, and showed him that I wished this. This was my fondest desire right this moment. He seemed satisfied with it and his hands began to create new and different sensations in me, then he started with his tongue I thought I was going to die.
He carries me gently to my chambers, with no effort. I am not a large person, but those stairs are so many and he is not breathing hard. At least he wasn't until he looked at my breasts again, not at all hidden by this sheer gown.
His gown has fallen open and I see the thing that I was holding in the water. It is magnificent. Perfectly formed, or so I imagine, since I have no prior knowledge of male anatomy. I gasp, and for some reason I lick my lips. This makes him groan. I lean forward and kiss his chest. Liking the way his chest hair feel on my cheek. I rub my face in his chest. My hands wandering where they would. I find myself sitting on the bed, and his member is right where I could take him in my mouth. He is like a sausage in my mouth, only living, throbbing, pulsing. My lips close around him unbidden. He puts his hands on my shoulders, and leans his head back and moans. I don't really know what I am doing , but it feels good, and I am feeling a need unlike any I have ever felt before. I was really getting into it, when he said, "Enough Samantha. Let me show you now." he picked me up and laid me on the feather duvet, and removed my robes from me. He let his drop to the floor. His black with my white mingled together in a mass of silk and wool.
He knealt on the bed, looking at me with a question in his eyes. I met his gaze, and showed him that I wished this. This was my fondest desire right this moment. He seemed satisfied with it and his hands began to create new and different sensations in me, then he started with his tongue I thought I was going to die.