I LOVE THIS FROM ONE OF MY FAVORITE EROTIC WRITERS, DAVID. HE CERTAINLY HAS A FINE HAND FOR THE SEXY! ENJOY!
I live to fulfil your fantasies. I am under the table in the restaurant. The white table cloth forming a cocoon, hiding me. I gaze longingly from your slender black stiletto heel, up the sheer silk of the vintage stocking along the elegance of your calf.
I part your knees gently, noticing an initial tremor, a resistance and then the willing parting. My hands, seemingly of their own doing, softly slowly, push away the delicate black fabric of your skirt, exposing you to my hungry need. The delicate triangle of flesh above the stocking, enticing my hot breath. I imagine the discipline of your willfulness to look composed and I must stifle my own groan.
Obviously every man has his eyes on you, you alone. gorgeous, sexy as ever dining as if you had been stood up. Did they look closer as you threw your head back, arching your neck, imperceptible? are you sure? You are so wet, a trickle escapes the prison of the soft silky lace, hiding the last vestige of your decency. I cannot resist and my tongue flick out tasting your desire. I feel your legs quiver. I can only imagine how turned on you must feel, to be so close, so soon. I focus my hot breath on your core and feel your bare thighs grip my head. I am so aroused. I feel my erection press hard against my jeans.
Your soul savours the attention, mine and of every needy man and woman in the room. They don’t know that your fantasy is being fulfilled by me. but your beauty in disguised rapture cannot be unnoticed. The thought sends shivers down your spine. you reach down to adjust your napkin, pulling the shear fabric of your underwear away, exposing your perfect, parted glistening lips to my full view and my tongue is drawn nearer as your scent fills my flared nostrils. Your hands push through my hair, pulling me onto you, into you.
I lap slowly, gently at first, delicately peeling your layers, feeling each tremor deepen the intensity of your desire. Your need is electric, driving me on, harder faster, I feel your hands demand it.
I imagine your eyes betraying your impending orgasm and I groan quietly into your sex, but you feel it and it brings your world crashing down as sensation overpowers you. The orgasm brings me to my own unbidden as we now collapse still in our own secret, connected world as the bustle of reality continues around us.
I part your knees gently, noticing an initial tremor, a resistance and then the willing parting. My hands, seemingly of their own doing, softly slowly, push away the delicate black fabric of your skirt, exposing you to my hungry need. The delicate triangle of flesh above the stocking, enticing my hot breath. I imagine the discipline of your willfulness to look composed and I must stifle my own groan.
Obviously every man has his eyes on you, you alone. gorgeous, sexy as ever dining as if you had been stood up. Did they look closer as you threw your head back, arching your neck, imperceptible? are you sure? You are so wet, a trickle escapes the prison of the soft silky lace, hiding the last vestige of your decency. I cannot resist and my tongue flick out tasting your desire. I feel your legs quiver. I can only imagine how turned on you must feel, to be so close, so soon. I focus my hot breath on your core and feel your bare thighs grip my head. I am so aroused. I feel my erection press hard against my jeans.
Your soul savours the attention, mine and of every needy man and woman in the room. They don’t know that your fantasy is being fulfilled by me. but your beauty in disguised rapture cannot be unnoticed. The thought sends shivers down your spine. you reach down to adjust your napkin, pulling the shear fabric of your underwear away, exposing your perfect, parted glistening lips to my full view and my tongue is drawn nearer as your scent fills my flared nostrils. Your hands push through my hair, pulling me onto you, into you.
I lap slowly, gently at first, delicately peeling your layers, feeling each tremor deepen the intensity of your desire. Your need is electric, driving me on, harder faster, I feel your hands demand it.
I imagine your eyes betraying your impending orgasm and I groan quietly into your sex, but you feel it and it brings your world crashing down as sensation overpowers you. The orgasm brings me to my own unbidden as we now collapse still in our own secret, connected world as the bustle of reality continues around us.
3 comments:
Very good.
Ok...now I must try this one!!
nice
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