I Love to Make Love

Sensual Whispers... Some headlines I posted and put into a story.

I had some, and then I begged for more.

Breath to Breath, skin to skin, hard in soft, He took me by surprise.

My left leg over his shoulder, my rt. Leg over his thigh, he everywhere in between.

HIs tongue climbed milky peaks, his fingertips gently traced my curves, his hands moved over my flat plains, intent on exploring my grassy wetlands..My body was his map. I am hypnotic under his touch...

He has shorn my silken curtain, exposing raging waters, doest he dare come in?

He gently kisses the sole of my rt foot, explores the muscles in my legs, he begins his sensual descent, inhaling the sweet smell of lemon and musk, eagerly awaiting his arrival

He gently parted glistened lips, probing for sunken treasures and hidden pleasures...my soul gasped as he had the mother lode in his grasp..he parted my waters, I climbed his fr<x>ame and wrapped myself around his hand.

His tongue glided up my spine, his hand on my hip as he entered from behind..I am his, he is mine, sensuous whispers

As i slid down, he impaled me...back arched, hands upon his chest.

Love muscles entwined, enveloped, engorged, dew upon our skin.

Bodies tingling, juices mingling, his scent lingered on my skin.