sensualwordz
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I spread my legs wide, mounting the back of you. Pussy, breasts, arms around you, pressing tighter, while the wind releases the wildness of my hair. There is no spoken communication, the ride is the communication itself . Finally, my unsteady feet on the ground, shake at the separation from you as they attempt the tedious walk towards the shore. It is a time for the tender hand in hand and silly bantering about the weather, the ride, and the value of sunscreen versus no protection from the ultimate warmth.
The rituals completed, I finally remove the last vestiges of societies rule and make my way to the water. I watch spitlets of foam turn into little pac-men with sharp-like claws making their freezing way to my thighs and with a crash they numb me, along with the yearning I was not able to hide much longer. After a few dives and laps, feeling quite like the Bo Derek of older years, I walk from the sea, feeling every grain of sand squirming from my toes, clinging to me as if my feet needed to be weighted so as to slow my approach.
Laying in the sun, I open up my whole self to receive its love, its caresses and I trace my body with fingertips dipped in oil to invite even more and as my fingertips slowly move from part to part. I watch the movement in your back, savoring every breath you take, I feel that it is your fingertips not mine and I must contain myself. Breaking the spell, I jump to my knees, breasts bouncing with joy as I protect you and cover your wonderful body with that dreaded sunscreen. You are not to hurt, you are not to be exposed to pain, and you are to just enjoy my corner of the world as I will enjoy your corner later.
It is early in the day, no one is on the beach yet to see our cavorting, like children who do not mind the discomforts of sand in their hair and stuck to their chests. In fact it brings out the animal feeling of rawness, of sweat and intensity of bodies bonding as one. I hold you face in my hand, the power of MY sun runs through my fingers and you feel my love, my wanting and my need.
As people arrive, we as usual do the unexpected and leave the masses behind. It is your corner we go to now. Bodies whipped by the wind, skin tightened by the mixture of salt water and sweat, burn with the reminder of the God (the Sun)”s blessings on us. We step into another stream of water, and touch one another looking intently into one another’s eyes and seeing their the rawness of the act. Two naked bodies, facing one another, barely touching because the electricity is scary at that moment nod and smile, and with a turn of a knob grab one another and kiss, searching for depth. We fuck right there against the sink, water drawing maps on our bodies, with directions to the state of ecstasy. The edge nears but does not satiate. It cries for more. Moving to the kitchen in order to catch my breath, I lean on the window to look at the rest of the world. You come from behind me and whisper in my ear, sending my body to another level again and I take your hands and guide them to my breasts. Turning me you lower yourself as I hold my breast to your mouth. Oh, I cry as my head lolls back, knowing nothing but your feel. You laugh a bit at my desire and give me what I so
want. You! We move to the bedroom, me in a daze you in control and I am stretched, like a gumby doll, across my door frame legs open arms up and stretched and bound there so I am at your mercy. I close my eyes no need for blindfolds anymore and I feel the sting of the leather across my already stinging body. Your fingernails tracing the marks left behind. As my head falls you free me from one set of bonds to secure me to another. Your voice binds me this time as your hands bring my senses alive, your moans blend with mine as I offer my ass to you to fuck, slap, lick or kiss then I offer my cunt for the same. I have not much more strength but I need to nourish this yearning I take you in my mouth and fuck you till I can swallow all you can give me. Saving a bit for the last we finally fuck one another and lay sweating in the air conditioning of our Freedom.
And the night is not over
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