sensubmaybe
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I can’t get it out of my mind, those times when you’ve let me. When I got naked in front of you and you stood there and watched me get down on my knees in front of you. I could feel you looking down at me. The first time I could sense your apprehension turn to secret pleasure as you watched me lower my head and slide down and get on all fours. I could almost feel your slight smile as you saw my head lower to kiss your feet. I can’t help but moan as I softly, slowly kiss them. The feeling of your toes and bones against my soft lips. The slight salty taste of you as I begin to lick them—one foot, then the other. I love to take your legs in long soft strokes with my tongue. I close my eyes and listen to the change in the rhythm of your breathing as I bathe you and sense that initial unease surrender to what is happening. I want to look up into your eyes but it is hard to do. I can do it in short spurts. To look up into your eyes is too intimate, it exposes me to you; you will see that far-away, matte in my eyes that tells of my almost narcotic addiction to this...to you.
You understand that it is an abnormal desire, to do this with you, and you will sense my underlying shame in having you know how much I love it. That gives you power over me. I have to trust you with it. I feel you gazing at me as I lower my head, close my eyes and begin stroking and kissing your thighs with my lips. I always mean to take my time, but I can never bear it and before I should, I begin to lick your thighs. Those soft but strong expanses of you; those straightaways that lead me to the temple where I worship you. My face is so close to your pussy I can feel the moist heat radiate off of you. Your fragrance overwhelms me. I love when you spread your legs; in that one motion is an unspoken invitation and expectation. I feel your hand reach the back of my head and gently pull me into you. All your warm wetness is waiting in your pursed lips and with the slightest coaxing with my fingers or tongue all that warm sticky flow comes to me. You lean against the wall to steady yourself as I feel your thighs quiver around me as you come. My face is soaked with you.
Then you turn around and I am face to face with your ass. Your legs are long and you are the perfect height for me when I’m on my knees. I lean forward and bury myself in the pillow of your cheeks. I love going cheek to cheek with you, my face caressing your cheeks. I think of those times when you’ve watched us in the mirror, watched me back there, closed eyed, rapturous. You alone know the secret of this most taboo desire. It means so many things—it’s going where it’s wickedly naughty and off limits; it’s everything a man is never supposed to want or do; it’s the height of symbolic subservience; it’s animal-like; perhaps debasing, and then there is the physical pleasure. Together we conspire in this most intimate act.
“Kiss my ass,” how many times has that been said as an ultimate statement of disregard and disrespect? But now I willingly, desperately desiringly, place my lips on your cheeks. You can feel my breath on your skin, my moist lips pressing against you, into you. You hear moans of desire in my breath. You are clean and you smell soap-sweet, yet earthy, musky. I tell you I want to cover your ass with kisses; you make a wordless approving sound. I see your head go back, I can picture your eyes closed as you begin to sway with me, connected, in rhythm, anticipating each adoring, tender kiss as I begin on the outside of you by your hips and work my way down and toward the middle of you, my lips conforming to the curve of your cheek, then the other.
When you respond to this—your kinetic and verbal signals letting me know that I am pleasing you—I feel so close to you. We are together in this velvet shadow dance. I feel the passion rush through me as I start again at the outside, this time licking you, my tongue bathing your cheeks, covering you with long strokes and short sweet attacks as I coat every inch of you with my tongue. Then we arrive, together, at the inevitable, at the gates of the most forbidden; my tongue slides up the valley between your cheeks. My hungry tongue meets the warm moisture of that tender skin between them. Sometimes you make me tell you what I want, you make me beg you. The sight of your hands slowly reaching back, teasing, your slender fingers capped with those thin oval nails tentatively spreading your cheeks, without words telling me what to do, giving permission for what you know is my dark secret longing.
I begin to kiss that delicate moist skin all around your little rosebud, and then lick around it. This is all part of our little ritual.You know, we both know, what I want to do. And you know that I am always shy and self-conscious about this most off limits desire. I feel like an awkward schoolboy, a hormone enraged teenager in the backseat of the car, dying to steal that first kiss. Equally afraid now, as then, of the power you’ll have over me knowing that I want you...knowing now that I want you this way. This desire for you makes no sense. To simply speak of it devoid of emotion is base and disgusting, but for reasons I can’t explain, between the two of us, in this moment of lustful passion, there is an odd, dark romance to it.
You encourage me to give you a little kiss there. I look up and see you looking back over your shoulder, down at me or our eyes meet in the mirror. The look on your face, the subtle smile, a devilish Mona Lisa. You know what I want, what we both want, and you know that you own me. I pretend to be dutiful to your suggestion. You feel my moist breath on your little hole, then my lips in a first warm kiss. You exhale a breath as though you’d held it for both of us. I feel your ass move into my face. I kiss again. Then again, a little longer. My eyes are closed and I pretend it is the tight pucker of your mouth, like we are making out, like lovers. And we are. You press against me like the girl in backseat who is finally succumbing to her own desire after the shy boy has made his move. We are together in this. I raise my hand to one of yours and move it to the back of my head and spread your cheek with my hand as I feel you caress the back of my head and hold me into you as you push back toward my mouth. Your hand, my hand, we spread you so we can “kiss.” We are partners in this…complementary.
It is not rushed; it is delicate and I can feel you flex your muscles and I feel your anus squeeze and open against my lips; the illusion of making out becomes more real. I hear the same kinds of moans coming from you as I hear when I kiss your mouth this way, only I am on my knees kissing you here, you are kissing me back and the moans come from above me. I hear you encourage me: “That’s it. Again. Lick me, go deeper.” You then feel the softest, wettest lick from the tip of my tongue slide over your undulating hole. You hold my head tight as you back into my face forcefully. I begin to lick more desperately, frantically. I have gone beyond teasing you. I am trying to penetrate you and you are opening yourself up to me!
After a while we rush to the bed. You are on your knees, backing yourself up to the edge where I am on my knees on the floor. We are in sync, in a perfect rhythm: you forcing back into my face as I thrust my mouth into you as you push towards me. We move as one, like a piston. Like the pulse of a horse and rider in full gallop. Your moans have turned to achingly beautiful screams, furious exhalations; control is abandoned. I reach up, and keeping in time with your backward thrust, I slide my fingers effortlessly into your dripping pussy. You let out a loud, guttural wail! From this angle I can curl my fingers and caress that rough pad inside you and my thumb reaches up to slide in a circular motion around your clit. I feel like I am holding on. I am overwhelmed by your physical power as your entire body pulses into me, back and forth, faster and faster. You hear my muffled moans coming from my face, buried in you, between your cheeks, and you can feel the vibration of the sound flowing through your body and it calls you on, faster and faster in furious motion until I start to feel your body tighten and shimmy and suddenly stop, pushed back into my face as far as you go! I push forward into and feel you quake and my hand and chin and entire face are soaked in you as you release. Pent up energy and orgasmic power explodes as you give yourself. I feel so close to you now, like we are truly one, and at that moment we are. All of our most delicious, darkest, most passionate desires are merged. Everything has fallen away beyond the sensation, the wild beating of our hearts, the pulsating of your body, my throbbing penis about to explode from the excitement of you, of us, of this thing we share. I feel you slump forward as you reach back, grab my head and pull me down with you as you collapse of the bed. Your heat is astounding. I never imagined I could feel this close to someone. As I hear your breathing begin to calm, all I want to do is thank you and tell you I love you.
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