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I am not staring at, nor thinking of your nipples, your pussy, your but you as an unique individual, and I am peering into your eyes deeply, because I to know if you can feel this desire within me and whether you want to entertain it. The conversation resumes, but now I am partially preoccupied my mind, my hands pulling you to me, my mouth seeking out your skin, feeling the overwhelming sensations of close to you, of enjoying you in way far more delicate than just some mindless thrusting. I long to kiss you and to nibble your lip lightly, to hold you tight to me as I suckle your earlobe graze my mouth over your neck. I want closeness, this tenderness, this heat and sensation to revel in. Perhaps I shall never get chance to, by circumstance, by events, by my own fear that you will not this form of attention from me, to go any further, and this shall be all that I get to enjoy -- the entertaining of thoughts from a distance. Or something deep inside shall spur me on, at some point, hopefully when the moment is just right, I shall place my mouth to your neck, tasting you as my nose inhales scent at your nape. It is now that my mind first wanders on, thinks of what it would be like to and feel more of you, but I am in no rush, for this one young is delightful (for if it wasn't, I would have smelled, known in advance and stopped I got this far). The nose is a most amazing organ, capable of picking up nuances of scent that suddenly trigger an instant flashback events so far gone that you could not consciously remember them It is primeval, in that which we smell is rarely analyzed logically, but rather, is handled pure emotion, desire, craving and sense without the misconceptions or clouding of the training rest of our senses have received throughout the years. A trick can fool the eyes, a good stereo can fool the ears, a combination heat and cold can easily fool the skin, but the scents we breath purely animalistic in perception. The moment has come. It is now, or perhaps never. I look into your eyes as I take face in my hands, and kiss you, softly, pleadingly, gauging your reactions to see if this is welcome, wanted, shared. with all men, there is some certainty to my belief that this must be wanted by you, but there also the slight misgivings doubt. I am waiting for a sign that will quench any misgivings. For you, it might mean analyzing large variety of factors to decide if it is acceptable to kiss me, to want from a myriad of possible futures to my earning potential, from the social significance of being seen with me to the level your own desires, but for me it is so much simpler at this instant I only want to know that you want that which I can offer you for this shared extended instant. am not looking for you to promise me the rest of your life, or even the rest of the afternoon, simply the knowledge that I do not trespass and that you welcome my simplest of desires. Your eyes close you give yourself to the kiss; a certain relaxation of some muscles, the way your eyes and smiled at their corners told me that you welcomed (or at least resigned yourself to) My kiss increases in intensity, and I am consuming you it. I feel as if time freezes as I concentrate on this single kiss, extending it, drawing it out. If I am not careful, I shall make you and shaky with it, for it is so very powerful, so very intense, and I must realize that you be given the chance to breathe even as I long not to stop, for inevitably, your blood does not quite as much oxygen mine and you will pass out before I need to breathe again. I pull back, desiring nothing more than not to stop. can feel you, unstable, gasp, your eyes flutter open and, if I have timed it right and feelings are mutual, your eyes have a new sparkle, a certain radiance. live nude chat audio is the sign that I have been waiting for, praying that it shall come, the one that tells me that I can set aside any petty fears and concern myself with worries about invitation, about limitations, acceptance -- for this moment you are mine. And though the moment may pass, right now, right here, you and I encompass entire universe unto ourselves. I you close, to lend support, to feel you against me, woman borne by man, and now, finally, my mouth seeks your neck, my nose inhales your scent truly, and my mind begins imagine how the sensations of pressure against me from your body will taste, feel to my mouth as I make your skin my playground. from a woman's point of view, I have not thought of my cock or our unison though our genitalia, but rather, of transporting myself over your skin, by millimeter, exploring, caressing, tasting, kissing, smelling, knowing. If the time and place are right, perhaps this shall come to pass now, or perhaps I shall have to whisk you away from where are to permit it to happen, or maybe, just maybe, that was all there was to it and the opportunity go any further shall never appear again, some cruel twist of fate or passion. But I have enjoyed what I have had, cherished it more you will ever expect. I kiss you again, this time holding your face in my hands, trying to give you message of romance and security, that this is a safe temptation, that you will never regret kiss, nor any other. And, if all things are wonderful, this kiss leads to another and yet to another, and to yet again, all wonderful, each slightly different the last. And for each of us, our fires are being fueled, our breathing a bit more ragged, our skin a bit flushed, our eyes sparkling. shall lay you down, so that I can remove a piece of clothing and permit myself the time to delve your skin, move across it slowly, deliberately. I can tell that you crave, if you are patient, shall have everything that you wish for... My hands wander and my lips follow, and I enjoy every second of it. The skin underneath your areola are particularly tempting, but you are going crazy, hoping that I will take your nipples and give them same attention. I have the time to luxuriate it all, I am in no rush, and my craving for you is building second by I remove your pants (skirt? dress?), and kiss your thighs, your ankles, the back of your knees. You know is coming and the anticipation is pushing you to new heights, and your hips flex to try to capture a feeling it burns most. Finally, I touch your warm mound, blowing hot breath over it, and then kissing it softly, the most tender kisses. You want more, and you shall have more, but all in due time. All which are worth having are worth waiting for. You to scream, but it comes out as a muted, whispered plea... As I start to suck your labia and caress everything, only has my mind wandered to my cock, as it starts to truly unfurl and come to attention. know that it's hardness is in direct proportion to your own level desire (or at least my perception of it), although in this position, you can not see it. I relish learning your intricate folds, your taste, in what is too young, too much, and just right, as I seek to raise up to a and hold you there before trying to bring you to a higher peak. you are easily orgasmic, and you are cumming regularly. Or perhaps you aren't, and build up has made this all the more pleasurable for you, knowing that your release is coming. Everyone is unique it is that uniqueness that makes you, and makes the exploring and discovery so wonderful me. Now I want you cum. I want to turn your body inside out and make the universe melt, to feel your pleasure and my power making it happen. Right now, I will do anything to make you pop; I will say anything, do anything, try anything, if it brings you to mind-shattering orgasm that I so want you to My fingers, my tongue, my lips, my hair against your thigh, my breathe hot you, my words and actions, anything, for a I desire to complete this circle from first kiss to first orgasm, to feel myself bathed with joy and pleasure. My cock is straining perhaps a few drops of precum are leaking from the tip, and it is now that I feel real power -- not in my cock, but in my ability to push you to pleasure. It is now the whole picture reference revolves about an odd axis and with your orgasm, I want to thrust, to match your intensities, to make you feel as if the whole consists of my hardness filling you in that indescribable way. It is now live nude chat audio I want to be a god for while, the god of your sexual realm, and feel your insides cling to me as your skin, hot and sweet, to me. I want to kiss you and take you and make you mine, to mark you with the memory of it means to be with me this way. Now it has become about pure carnal lust and cock worship and power sex. I want to hear you scream and whimper, feel you shudder about my and know that you crave every instant of what is happening in a most rudimentary way. To push you and you and have you and take you. I want to feel you orgasm again, time on my cock, feel your muscles as they spasm about me, whether it is strictly from the feelings you have within you, or whether your needs some manual stimulation is irrelevant, for it is us/now/here... And I know that when my own orgasm comes to me, it will almost assuredly have because again I am concentrating on some single facet you, such as the taste of that one bit of skin on your neck where this all started... ---------------------------------- by Copyright 2002, all rights reserved under US and international copyright law. No reusage without written permission the original author. Permission is hereby granted Literotica to publish this story provided there no charge to access it by the public. ---------------------------------- Blipvert: if you find yourself in the Tampa Bay area and might enjoy the object of my desires, please, drop me a line... course, correspondence is welcome from all who enjoyed this writing, and please remember vote frequently and regularly! Best Wishes, =-= CyberPoet "Gee, too bad wasn't me. I would have loved to see that." Young Natalie blushed as she spoke to her friend, the office Nat was a mere twenty-two year old summer student, handed a job because her Dad owned the company which the Boss ran. She had instantly bonded with Cindy, who was only a few years older, but was the permanent Cindy also had entertained Nat with true stories of her boardroom with Ross and Elena, a reserved but excitable older office worker. had refused to believe Cindy's claims. "I bet you would have loved to do more than watch," Cindy replied. Redness travelled down Nat's throat, her upper chest, plainly visible in the deep V of her T shirt. She spoke quickly, breathlessly to cover her excitement, but just highlighting it. "Well, you know how sexy I find Ross. I think it's an older guy sort of thing. My own Dad so powerful; any guy my own age seems very in comparison. Especially my boyfriend, Ryan. He's incredibly good looking, has a cool car and his folks are as wealthy as my Dad, but, every time we make as I give him a hand job, I think to myself that all there is?'. Somehow, we never get past that point. Not only does he not have what I of as a big cock, but he comes in about seconds. I figure if he's not better at fucking than he is at me, it's just as well we never get past third base. I need to learn someone experienced, so I can teach Ryan. Or find out if he's a keeper." Cindy leaned in close to Nat, crowding her in the young store room. "You know I'm felt her friend's sweet breath warming her tiny titties. For a second she hoped would just end the flirtation and reach up to cup those breasts, rip them free of the uplift bra, and make them her snack. Instead, Nat said, "if only you a cock, dear Cindy, I'd fuck you right here right now." "Oh, live nude chat audio I have a nice rubber cock right here in my purse. And or three others in my desk if you don't fancy this one. I left my strap on at home, or I'd be able to fuck you for real right here now." Cindy opened her purse with one hand her other slid up Nat's miniskirt, stroking her quivering thighs. Nat was almost unable to stand; her knees were shaking so Cindy's fingers reached the warm center of Nat's desire. On the verge of melting and to her first Sapphic experience, Nat recovered and said, "I need real meat, not rubber." Cindy her palm now cupping her friend's pubes. "If that's how you feel, Ross is great choice. He has great meat, and knows how to put it in motion. ask to join in, but I think your first time needs to be straight up. We can always try a three-way later." "What? Are you babeding?" "Not all. There's a fax on my desk for Ross. He's in his office Lorna's at lunch. Take it to him now; have lots of time before she gets back." Cindy abruptly ran her hands up under Nat's shirt, deftly unsnapping her bra. As Nat, without conscious thought, cooperated shrugging it off, Cindy reached down hiked the straps of Nat's thong above the waist of skirt. "Make sure you bend over and give him a really good view. He won't be able to resist." Nat felt the resistance flow out of as Cindy tweaked her nipples to full erection. "The final touch," Cindy laughed. "He'll never be able to his eyes off these puppies. Even though his wife and I have big boobs, his favouring Lorna and Elena means he like firm young titties. Yours put to shame." Nat started to shrug, but found herself proudly thrusting chest out. She was always embarrassed that she barely needed a bra. The boys at school, even some of the mean girls, always teased her. Ryan basically ignored her boyish breasts. Cindy's tender caresses and encouraging suddenly warmed Nat to the reality of their as weapons of mass seduction. Or at least, the seduction of one older boss. Cindy's 'final touch' reference left shocked when her chum quickly bent forward briefly suckled each nipple. "Now you're ready. Totally irresistible," Cindy giggled, and then she slapped Nat on the butt and swept her out door into the hallway. "Go get him, girlie." Nat the fax and, emboldened by Cindy's support, floated to Ross' The door was ajar, but Nat knocked anyway. Ross invited her in. She was unsure whether to close the door behind her or not. Ross must have sensed her "Leave it open. We can't have anyone thinking I'm up to anything the Big Boss' daughter." Nat blushed, but quickly enough to shoot back. "Up to something? What sort of girl do you think I am? That's sexual harassment just saying something like And I'll have you know I'm still a virgin, so is very important to me." Remembering Cindy's coaching, she leaned forward slowly, Ross with leisurely peep down her shirt. Despite what she had heard about Ross the Boss being randy, rapid response as his penis grew rock hard still shocked her. She turned away a rapidly, trying to hide her embarrassment. She was excited that she could trigger sort of reaction from a man old enough to be her father, indeed her Dad's right hand man. Fortunately, Nat's twirl drew Ross' attention to bands of thong displayed high on Nat's slim hips. He how they met at the small of her back, just below a tattoo of a Chinese character. "What is that symbol?" asked, buying time to look at way the lace strips met, merged and disappeared under Nat's almost non-existent skirt. "I was told it was 'Friendship'. I've always wondered if it really means 'Foolish Drunken White Girl' or something." "Foolish Drunken Tart?" Nat back to meet Ross'glare. "I am not a slut, quit acting like I am." It struck Nat that perhaps this was not how Cindy would have advised her to seduce man. Time to regroup. Ross meanwhile was more wary than ever about risks he was running here. His chance encounter with Lorna had him on a series of adventures, but sometimes he worried about company policy, and the law. Was Nat about to be undoing? The very word 'undoing' though just made him think of undoing her clothes - not that they looked like they buttons. From where Ross sat, it looked like they would just easily slide Or he could leave them on her and slip his hands.... He shook his head, to clear those images out of his brain. Nat looked at his swollen member and grinned again. this a new plant?" she asked, turning towards the window and bending over to smell flowers. Cindy may have meant for Nat to tease Ross with the top of her thong, but this manoeuvre treated Ross to a full on look up Nat's mini skirt.
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