enthusiast of many except myself

9.1.18 ¿fantasy?

I'm not really sure how it started, if I'm being honest. All I remember is one moment I was in your room and the next I was lost in a whirlwind of pleasure and warmth. I guess (now that I think about it) it actually started outside. I was admiring one of your birds when you came along and sat down. I pretended like I was actually fascinated by that bird rather than wondering when you were going to kiss me or grab me.

"Come here," you said.

Not really sure what I said in response but I know I definitely came to you.

Your strong arms encircled me and your hands found their way to my butt (which is exactly where I like em). We kissed, as we have been doing so for a while. And then you did something that you had not done for a while. You kissed my breast. Not just one, but both. With that simple action, you sent my heart racing and my juices flowing. I savored every moment of that, even though I was being bit by mosquitoes every moment we were out there.

(side note: ugh our kitten is so adorable and watching you interact with him was such a great moment cause watching you play with something so lovingly is always a plus)

Once inside, I got a little taste of you. Not like YOU, but what you do on a regular basis. Having you show me your games and how to play em was such a pure moment and something that I had been looking forward to for a long time.

But I didn't go all the way to your house just to play games, right?

We had been waiting for an opportunity, even the smallest one, to do what it was that we had planned to do. 

The door was closed, yet unlocked.
Everyone outside except for the two of us.

"Let's do this," you said

"Are you sure?" I asked.

I was nervous as hell, not about what we were about to do, but about the fact that the door was unlocked. Anyone was free to walk in, and that was the only thing running through my mind before we began.

But, damn, once we got started, you were the only thing on my mind. My nervousness got in the way of me opening my legs all the way at first, but then you talked to me and I was wide open. The feeling of your tongue in me was unlike anything I had ever felt. Its wetness sent waves of pleasure through me. The warmth of your mouth made me gasp. Holding onto your hair was the only way to stifle my moans. Your mouth, which I had only kissed before, was now my new favorite method of pleasure. It seemed as if your tongue was trained to make me feel that way, to make me tense up that way, to make me as wet as you did. I pushed your head into me, as if that could make your tongue go deeper in me. I couldn't get enough, yet we still had to stop, people were coming in and what would they say if they saw us???
We pretended like nothing happened. Like we hadn't just done something that we've been wanting for the longest.

Minutes passed, I bit my lip and shivered, remembering what we had done but a few minutes ago. However, we were very lucky today, and we were blessed with a chance to repeat what we had done. Practically the same thing, only less hesitation and quicker.

Your tongue stroked faster and sent me swooning. My eyes closed shut, wanting only to focus on you. By far, my favorite part was when you sucked on my clit. Although science says that it's the most sensitive part, it's a whole other thing to experience it yourself.

As much as I wanted you to stay down there, I couldn't stop you from coming up and kissing me. Was it then that we laid down? Who could remember? That day was unforgettable yet I can't for the life of me remember how it unfolded.

I remember, at one time, we were kissing on the bed. And then we laid down. You kissed my breasts, not even caring that I was wearing a bra and a dress. You were going to get as much contact as possible, even if we were fully dressed. You kissed my neck, which you know always gives me chills. My hands in your hair, your hands all over me. Meanwhile, I decided to try something a little different. I stuck my tongue in your mouth, wanting to explore every corner, every crevice, everything your mouth had to offer in that moment. You quickly returned the favor, sticking your tongue in mine, not minding at all the amount of saliva that was on our mouths. I wanted to go deeper still inside you. I wanted to be completely engulfed by you, to feel your warmth all around me. The smell of you was stuck to me, not just then, but afterwards, too. Me and you, entangled on that bed, kissing each other like we had never done before, our hands feeling each other, our warmth overlapping. I could have died happily right then.