sensual journeys

I love the freedom, the sense of uninhibitedness while being unclothed…feeling the rays of the sun warming my body or a summer rain drenching my hair and rolling down my torso or sometimes, the sensation of a cool nighttime breeze stimulating the hairs on my limbs ‘neath the open expanse of the nighttime lights.  Yes, I imagine you this way when my mind is allowed to withdraw into its sensuous sanctuary where thoughts of you are kept as coveted treasures that inspire lubricious dreams of languorous journeys.  I’ve ask you to join me, yes to join me under the nighttime lights twinkling above us and the city’s illumination of the horizon with white and gold sparkles…It’s calm and sultry which, seems to complement the tension and passion building in our bodies. I’ve wanted you this way for a long time…to feel the spray of water running down our bodies…this sense of melding we realize as our warm wet flesh presses tightly together.  I love our mouths touching…the hotness of the flesh contrasting from the freshness of the water streaming down our faces…the way the warm, slickness of our saliva mixes with the cooler, clean liquid trickling through our lips and tongue. I want to bite your lip and fuck your mouth with my tongue.  Your wet straight hair is dark and dripping with water giving you such a “human” look…a look I crave and could eat as I push you against the redwood pickets and drop to my knee.  Pressing my tongue hard against your cunt I slither my hands along your abdomen to your stomach until I can grasp your breast…my arms pressed against your body…pulling in as much sensation as I can into my hungering skin.  Your cunt is fulfilling…your warm lubricant, drives me mad as I feel it on my tongue and mouth…the water is running along your body and across my face moving me to push harder into you so as to not lose any of this delicious coating. My throbbing penis is longing to penetrate while my loins beg to press against you.  As I stand my intentions are so damn obvious that I feel you reaching your arms around my neck and then, clinching them together.  I reach behind your lower thighs and lift your legs causing your back to press hard into the redwood pickets for support. Lifting your cunt just above my cock my purple head finds your opening and begins to enter as I lower you down.  The water is flushing my cock so I must hoist and drop you again and again allowing my cock to penetrate then retreat drawing a little more of your lubricative coatings farther down the shaft.   My throbbing lingam eventually finds itself deep inside you sensing you clinching tighter and drawing yourself firmly against me.  I push you hard into the pickets such that the wood grain begins to “brand’ the tender white skin of your back.  My chest and arms are bulging and my veins are clearly delineated along my arms as I hold you off the floor…I pump harder and I feel your body constricting in unison more and more with mine.  My ass, thighs and calves…scream out to me and my head pounds so much I can feel it in my eardrums even, as I ask them to constrict and release over and over.  I am nearing loss of consciousness as I feel my loins tightening and then unloading deep into you.  I almost can’t stay standing so I lean harder against you allowing your compression against the pickets to hold me briefly as my loins finish ejaculating my warm semen into your drenched fleshly tube.  I try to hold you for a minute more as I feel your body still subsiding from the spasmodic crescendo it just experienced.  We’re trembling as our muscles beg for reprise so together we slowly melt into wooden floor of the outdoor deck.  Leaning back against the redwood wall we don’t say a word…just listening to the spray of the water and sensing it’s reinvigoration as the smell of sex lingers as a soothing aftertaste…

To penetrate your mind…to drag my stimulating fingers across the energized folds of your thoughts…To reach into the warm, moist center of undeclared passions concealed deep within your eternal soul…To take you on a journey…leading you hand in hand  down paths of wonder and terrifying unknowns…To challenge your trust,…to entice you to look over the edge and peer longingly toward the new marvels to which you’ve been lead…To have your heart concealed within the creases of my hands because you’ve come to know I would give myself ten-times-infinity to…  

Your heartbeat is increasing….the soft cords have secured each wrist to the corner post at the foot of the bed and you suddenly feel much more vulnerable than you imagined as each tug of the ties pulls your legs farther and farther apart.  A slight sense of worry begins to play in your head…you remember that I told you I was an expert in knots.  I would know what to use to keep you secured and could easily draw tighter if you struggled.  You feel me straddle you and lift your ass in the air as pillows slide under your waist causing your head to slide over the end of the bed.  However, you can’t see anything…why did you let me put the blind over your eyes!  I can see you breathing faster…you are so helpless lying there wearing only a tight pair of shorts and top.  I haven’t said a word the whole time.  You feel something soft…gently glancing along your legs…dancing in between them…working higher and higher in what seems like an eternity….and then, nothing.  “Shit!”  I know you’re thinking as the texture changes that touches your body.  You feel it running along your leg…your arms…and then…you feel the coldness of it and moan out.  Hehe!  It’s all you can do against the satin scarf pulled between your teeth!  Adrenaline begins to course more and more through your body…doubt begins to play more and more in your head…how could you have submitted so much to me…so soon…did you really know me….hell!…your knowledge of me has been text and an occasional call….and now look at you!  I feel an evilness taking over me…your body…your submission…my longing pent up so long has taken on form I don’t even recognize…and one I know you weren’t expecting… 

My darlin, men it is said dream in black and white…and I agree as I see mostly grey hues….but you I see you in vivid color.  I can see your hair so real at times, the color….its soft texture…. that I can for a brief moment….feel it in my mind…smell its soft scent….see the delicate sheens of colors.   I can see your lips so vividly sometimes….I can actually feel them for a wonderful, succulent moment….feel them briefly on mine….sensing the soft wetness…the smooth texture of their surface….their gentle compression.  I can feel our mouths tentatively opening and your sharp intake of breath as our tongues with their warm, wet curiosity greet one another for the first time.  I feel your slow, stuttered exhalation in my arms and against my body…then…the burn……emanating down my neck, into my chest cavity and through my extremities.  I feel the passion and excitement roll across the surface of my body in an unrelenting wave…so strong that I let out a deep rumbling moan…one that vibrates through my body…one that vibrates into you….telling you that I have been penetrated and you will be taken…..

How is it that I want you so badly my darlin after our delightful moments of conversation?  Is it wrong to have such lascivious thoughts of you in my private moments of contemplation after we have shared laughter?  Like how I want to wrap my arms around you from behind and let my hands absorb carnal sensations of your body and as they plunge, stroke and dig into you.  How I want to lift your hair and kiss the back of your neck then blow air across the dampness to stimulate you just for my enjoyment of feeling your naked body shuddering against mine? Or my darlin, how I imagine my cock driving deeply between your wet luscious folds, my loins compressing the fleshly globes of your ass with each stroke as you lay flat across the bed….my hands full of your breast my fingers your nipples, my chest feeling the warmth of your back….my face feeling your soft touchable hair tangling in my beard…..oh yes darlin, that is what I intend to have and that’s what I think about.  What do you think about? 

My body and mind rise in an ever increasing sensual high as my hands draw lubricious readings sliding across the velvety curves of your body.  I believe you like their rough, manly texture gliding unabashedly across your breast down along your abdomen and reaching teasingly lower with each pass across your body.  I know you can feel the tendons in my fingers flexing, tightening and bending along your every form as they travel upward along your neck and comb through your hair drawing it away just to watch it gently fall back against your neck.  My arms appear tanned and leathery as they envelope your lighter-toned body constricting to draw your back tight against my chest with its course texture and harden layers of muscle sinking into your soft feminine exterior.  I know that your smooth, naked, skin can feel the texture of the abrasive cloth of my jeans pressing aggressively against your flesh and I sense that you are intrigued at the echo effect of my heart beating against your back followed by the pulsing through the veins of my thickened organ pressed tightly into your flesh.  I graze my stubbled chin across the back of your shoulder and allow my face to lightly feel the satin touch your hair.  I inhale deeply and drink in the seductive scent wafting from you as the sweet aroma lightly rises from a bouquet of yellow roses causing me to momentarily lose consciousness, lost in a luscious, sensual, orgasm rolling across the hungering folds of my mind. 

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