Okay, I think someone needs to break out the leather straps (fur lined please) and tie me up so that I can stop writing this stuff! Jeez. Okay but it's fun!!!!

It was late and she couldn't think. Thoughts of
him kept racing through her mind at break neck
speeds. His lips, she could feel them against
her neck, dragging so lightly against her tender
flesh.

She shuddered with the thought ...
Her body reacted ...

Onto her side she turned, her thighs moist. A
sigh escaped pursed lips as she tried to fight off
the thoughts so she might sleep for at least a
couple of hours. Yet, as her eyes fluttered, his
face lingered behind her lids and her body
reacted more so now than before. Her hand
was sliding downward.

This wasn't even a conscious thought, this
movement. The fantasy gripped her a little
more now ...

She moaned softly ...
Fingers slid across damp flesh ...

Her flower was budding before she'd even
touched herself. Onto her back she rolled
once more, this time not to huff and puff
out of frustration, but to let her legs fall
apart and let herself open.

She needed release ...

Her fingers probed lightly, delving in then
circling around. She let them glide across
the freshly shorn flesh lightly, enticing her
honey to flow even more. How she did
enjoy these sensations!

She spends extra attention on the little
nub that throbs ever so slightly with each
motion. If only he were here to kiss her
pouty lips! She enjoys it when he lets
his tongue slide around, flitting against
her little nub in rapid succession.

Her fingers press a bit harder now ...
Circling, pressing, delving within ...

Dripping now ... her body throbs with passion
and desire. Her thighs quiver with the anticipation
of the onset of her climax. She can feel her
muscles begin to clinch as her pace quickens,
she lets her fingers press harder against her little
nub of pleasure and it hardens and hardens.

Soft warmth floods her as flesh touches flesh ...

His tongue pushes aside her fingers and slowly circles
her hard nub. He does this for several minutes before
flitting his tongue across her nether lips at a more
rapid pace. His hands massage her thighs as he kisses
her moist lips deeply, tasting her musky honey.

She bucks against his mouth, opening her bud to his
lashing tongue. His tongue darts into her quickly as he
slides one hand up her belly then to her pert breast.
His fingers circle the hard nipple, then lightly glides a
fingertip across the excited flesh. All the while, never
once losing pace as he gives her oral pleasure.

Her honey flows past his lips. She is an ever flowing
fount for him and he drinks ever drop she has to offer.
He knows she is close know ... Her thighs tremble
uncontrollably. He glances up to her face and sees that
she is enticing her own heaving bosom. His hand
makes its way back south and he smiles to see her
head back, lips parted and he can hear soft moans
escaping from those northern lips.

He continues to ravage her southern hemisphere with
his frolicing tongue. Her hips begin to rise, signaling
the time to quicken his pace.

Darting ...
... scampering ...
Prancing ...
... fluttering ...
Nibbling ...
... nipping ...
Munching ...
... sucking ...

Her muscles clinch ... tighten as the fire rips through her
uncontrollably now. Pulsating sensations rush throughout
her southern hemisphere and her honey flows like rapids
upon his dancing tongue. Which, of course, he gladly laps
up without hesitation. Her nails rip the sheets upon which
she lay as waves of passion crash repeatedly while he
continues to consume her.

A howl escapes from her parted lips ...
... he drinks and feasts upon her flesh.

How she adores that dancing tongue ...