Cheek to cheek

My face fits so perfectly. My nose nestled tightly between your cheeks. You settle your full weight and all light disappears, I can only taste and smell your beauty now. I gasp for air imprisoned in this heavenly hell.

Moistened by your wetness, my spittle and drool, you wipe yourself on my nose and hungry outstretched tongue, sliding yourself back on forth on my face.

Purposefully you grind the deepest part of your bottom, spreading your cheeks and impregnating my face with your personal aroma. Your taste entreats my tongue as I lap hungrily and frantically on the deepest parts of your crevasse. I am addicted to the taste of your musky hole, I can not get enough.

Your moans excite as you grind your hard little button on my probing proboscis. My erect tongue pushes deeply into your ass. Our sweat adds to the lubrication as you madly ride my face, slipping, slurping and sliding you grind your hips to a shuddering orgasm.

I freeze in place not wanting to spoil your perfect moment and am soon rewarded by a warm flow of my favorite fluid, I open my mouth not missing a drop. There is no place either of us would rather be than here, dancing cheek to cheek.

Just a dream?

A Game

There is nothing like a good game of Truth or Dare with two people who really want to know more about each other. Deep truths can be revealed and the most mutually amusing dares can be challenged with the right trust and newly discovered deep desires. And so it began less than innocently that evening, both players had more than a burning curiosity within. They had spent just enough time getting to know one another that they knew they wanted to get to know one another better. The evening already had a sexual framing as some their mutual prurient interests had been discussed before this meeting, but they had some frame work of they wanted and it became quickly apparent they had similar asspirations. They sat quietly enough to begin with a coin toss. Heads she would ask or demand first and tails he would go after her. As the coin landed they both smiled and she began with a dare for him to take off all of his clothing and stand before her for inspection. Without hesitation he complied and after she was satisfied with her in painstaking perusal he sat and pondered his first proposal or ponderance for her. Playfully he posed this proposition. If you had any three wishes of someone like me what would they be? A long smile came across her lips as she leered at him across the table. I want you across my lap and I want to paddle your tight furry little bottom... That's one. Then I want you to give me a long foot massage and maybe even a pedicure, that's two. The third wish I will be........

Oh did I forget to tell you that this is an interactive story? I just realized that I forgot to mention that this is where any interested reader can make the third wish. Come on , play a long there is no need to worry. Your wishes will not be enforced upon you and you never have to have it cum true, unless of course you want to.


Across her lap he went his firming phallus trapped between her vice like thighs. A hair brush was produced and his bottom was given a spanking causing him to wriggle and squirm for both of their enjoyment. Her thighs became wet with his pre-cum and he began to slither rhythmically, matching her playful but firm swats. Occasionally she would tighten and lock her legs preventing him from pulling out or going anywhere, as if he wanted to leave.... She pushed his panting instantiated body to the floor and he began the prolonged massage which he finished with gentle and loving kisses. Delirious they took a moment to refocus. The truths demanded and the defying decadent dares lasted til late in the evening. When exhausted they snuggle contently having learned so much more of their mutual passions twists and kinks.



So what would you have wished for if you were her, what would you ask as a third wish...?

Part one

Prologue:
Unfortunately this is only a fictional fantasy, but in this sensualist story an innately aggressive female finds her deepest cravings satisfied by an experienced man who helps her to discover not only what she wants, but how they both can actually have it. He leads her to her own lust with a series of lurid, lascivious letters, explaining exciting and erotic examples of what is possible when two minds have an itch that must be scratched. Choosing his words with care in this first of many essays, each designed to entice the deep unmistakable and undeniable urges undulating just below the surface of her seemingly ordinary life. Through numerous communications they both finally find themselves face to face with their own desires and each other. They have arrived here having tested both their bravery and their boundaries in what at first had seemed only an illusionary cat and mouse game. In the end however they find the courage to conqueror their fear of Internet meetings and geographic distance and find the pleasure they each sought so intensely.


Part on: “The Game is On.”
Behind the bar where they had each taken an oath to meet they escaped into the evening air on the pretense of a smoke habit they both had sworn off. She lit his cigarette setting his submissive position and as they puffed the recently consumed alcohol continued to set their decadent direction. She gazed hungrily into his eyes and maneuvering him like prey him, transfixed he awaited her pounce. Finally with a deliberate last drag she let her cigarette drop and moved in for the kill as their eyes remained locked. She purposefully pinned him to the wall and forced her knee between his, spreading his legs and inspiring him up on to his toes with just enough pressure and lift. Forcing his shoulder flat against the wall she secured his attention with a deep and deliberately sloppy wet kiss that reeked of alcohol and cigarette his two favorite aromatic aphrodisiacs. The two drinks they had each had dropped the puritanical pretenses and created this portal to release their passion. Her aggressiveness and his acquiescent wresting stopped just short of ripping his shirt off, successfully pulling it from beneath his bulging belt. He was powerless and prone she was empowered and aroused beyond anything she had ever felt. She took a handful of his long brown hair and gave him no option except another long kiss filled with tongue, saliva and swollen lips. A tiny moan escaped his smothered mouth, and she knew she could now have anything that she wanted from him. Her damp slacks needed something firm but yielding to rub on and relieve her mounting molten moisture. With the handful of hair she helped him to his knees before her. Standing above him she looked into his doleful bedroom blue eyes and straddled his face so that their gaze remained locked. Staring into what she could see of his sweet compliant expression she slowly and deliberately began rubbing her aching crotch across his nose, lips and out stretched hungry tongue. Her inner temperature grew until she finally used her firm handful of hair to prevent his exiting, forcing him to inhale her steaming sexual scent as his hot passion filled breath igniting her even further. Suddenly she shuddered deeply with the first euphoric earthshaking orgasm of the evening.

After a deep breath or two her grip loosened and as she helped him to stand up, his disheveled cloths delirious focus and obvious bulge left no doubt he too had enjoyed the activity. She reached behind him put her hand flat on the small of his back and pulled him closer. They stared into one another's eyes realizing not only what had just happened but what was now possible. She reached into the back of his pants, past his belt and pulled firmly on the elastic of his underpants. The incredible tightness of this wedgie confirmed who was in charge as she instructed him to never wear undergarments again in her presence. The game was definitely on, but far from over.