Tag: LGBTQ

Fuck: III

You grip my hands on your breasts as you climax. My eyes run wild as I watch you shake and quiver with pleasure. You laugh as the waves rush onto the shores of your body. I giggle a little too as I try to steady my breathing. I grind myself with you as you come, hoping to intensify the orgasm. The seconds feel like minutes before you collapse onto my chest, heaving and chuckling.

“Thank you”, you whisper as your breath starts slowing.

I wrap my arms around your back and massage your spine. “Thank you”, I reply.

You prop your chin on my chest, smiling at me, looking into my eyes. “You held your orgasm for me didn’t you?”

“Its okay”, I kiss your forehead, “I wanted to. I was enjoying you.”

“I enjoyed you also, but I want you to come…if it’s okay with you of course. Can I taste you?”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.” You grin at me and your eyes shimmer with passion. We kiss for a few moments before you begin to lick and suck patterns on my neck.

I close my eyes, and bite my lip. I massage the nape of your neck while you explore me.

“Your skin smells like lavender.”

I smile. “I wonder what it taste like.”

You bite your lip and give me that look you give before you are about to rock my world.

You kiss my chest and trail your tongue down my stomach until you settle yourself between my legs. My breath deepens and I spread myself open to give you space to get comfortable. I feel your tongue and I tense up involuntarily.

“Are you okay?” You ask me, peaking from between my legs.

“Yeah…yes…I’m alright.” I clear my throat and try to relax my body.

You begin tasting me again I clench my jaw. I look up at the ceiling and try not to think too much.

Fuck.

Might I say you look beautiful right now, on your back, legs spread wide for me.

I lower my head down between your legs and kiss your clit a few times. It’s wet. You’re wet. I’m wet. You taste golden. I slide my tongue inside of you and you shiver.

“Kiss me”, you whisper.

I lift my body up gently to meet you. My lips glisten with your fluids. Our tongues meet and twirl with the other. They dance, and you pull me closer. Our nipples are touching, we are so close. I slide my middle finger in you and massage you from the inside. You moan into my mouth and I can taste your breath and saliva. I taste your 3pm cigarette.

The Ideal First Date Part: 3.

After our Ideal Dinner date at this distinct restaurant, I would walk You to Your car to make sure You are safe.

Once we arrive at your car, I would say, “I had a great time, Love.”

You would say, “I had a great time, too. It would be nice to see you again.”

“Of course”, I would say, “I am pretty free most weekends, so just let me know when you want to meet up again.”

We would stand there for a few moments, grinning at each other and not wanting to be the first to officially end the date.

Eventually, You would clear your throat and say, “Is it weird that I want to make out with you right now, even though it is the first date?”

“Nah”, I would reply with a soft chuckle, “I would like to kiss you too, first date or not”

I would gently move in a little closer to you; our bodies only inches apart.

You would smoothly raise an eyebrow and say, “Well, you have permission to kiss me as though it was not our first date. Kiss me like…you have known me for months and you know exactly how I like it.”

Excitement would come over me from those weeks at the bookstore where we worked together, admiring you, and trying to muster up the courage to ask you out.

I lean in for the kiss.
Your lips lock with mine, and the space our lips hold fit perfectly into the other’s.

You slip your hands around my neck and slowly massage my nape, which turns me on more than you would ever know.

I would wrap My arms around Your waist and bring you so close that I would be able to feel your heart beat. Our breathing, in concurrence, would equally deepen as We continue to explore the other. Our tongues dancing around as though there were a familiar tune playing in the background of our kiss.

So much time would pass, that I would feel like I am kissing you forever, but that I could never dream about stopping.

Our kiss would intensify.

You would slowly pull my hand from your waist to your left breast, and the intricate softness would catch me by surprise because I would later reveal to you that I never actually touched a woman like that before.

I would not make my surprise apparent to you, but would instead, start to massage your breast slowly, gently, passionately, like I always imagined myself doing when I masturbate.

Your moan passes through Your lips as You would continue to kiss me deeper…and deeper.

I would feel so aroused that I could see myself just making love to you right there in the parking lot…

An Ideal First Date Part: 2.

At some point in this date, you would ask me about the types of women I usually go for.
I would tell you that I usually go for smooth women, like You.

You would giggle.

I would giggle.

Our eyes would Lock.

My brain at this point, will be trying to tell my eyes to look away and stare at something else.

Unfortunately, on this particular night, Your eyes would be too mesmerizing to look away and honestly I would not want to.
The corners of Your red lips would lift slowly, then Your tongue would take a slow glide along them both.

The enticement would almost be too much for me to handle, and yet I still cannot look away.

“Do you like what you see?” , You would ask.

“I love what I see”, I would reply.

“You two need desert menus?”, the Server interrupts…