Breathlessly I opened your email message. I knew that the enclosed attachment must contain a picture of you. I scrolled nervously through the message forcing myself to respect your words and the time it took to write them down. Finally, I reached the bottom of the page. Just as I thought! A picture was enclosed. I wondered what kind of picture it might be; candid, posed, perhaps nude or erotic. It was hard to tell if it was candid or posed but you were definitely nude. I could not tell if you managed to take it yourself or if someone was there, camera in hand, standing behind you and looking down at your seated form, capturing your delicous image on film. I was aware of my changing feelings as I gazed at the picture.
My heart began to pound in my chest. The air seemed thicker, my breathing became deeper and I found myself looking down over your shoulder as you sat there, motionless, waiting for my gentle caress. I set the camera down, placed my hands on your soft, white shoulders and massaged them gently. I leaned forward slightly and whispered a greeting as my hands slowly made their way to your breasts.
You turned your head toward me and I kissed your cheek lightly. You moaned and arched your back. I sensed that this was an invitation to continue exploring your body. I did so, eagerly. I cupped your breasts in my hands and massaged them vigourously. I tugged at your nipples and passionately kissed your neck. Each contact brought a new sensation never before experienced.
I had made love with many different people in my lifetime but this was unique. I could feel excitement building in the pit of my stomach. Every hair on my body vibrated and my skin tingled. Each touch, taste, scent and sensation that swept through my body seemed new to me.
Slowly, deliberately, I removed my hands from your breasts, stood up and stepped back from the chair. I spoke to you in a firm but soft voice, letting my words caress your ears as I undressed. I tried to explain how I felt when I first saw the picture and how excited I had become in your presence. You turned, stood up, faced me and stepped into my embrace.
My manhood, already hard, began to ache. I could feel it trapped between us, hot against your flesh. I asked you to lie down. I straddled your sensual, soft bottom and leaned forward, my hard rod pressed into your skin. I rubbed your shoulders, traced lines on your back and began kissing you. Your breathing changed and you began to moan softly. The thick scent of your womanhood clung to the air and brushed against me, jolting through my body. My skin tingled and my rod jerked. I almost came on your back. I reached down, grasped the base of my shaft firmly and squeezed back the impending orgasm. You turned over, sat up and took my aching penis into your mouth. The powerful orgasm that had begun to build, spilled out of my manhood and onto your tongue with a force that could not be denied. I grunted and began to beg for mercy as you continued to massage my rod. The exquisite nature of this feeling was delicately balanced between pleasure and pain. I bent down and kissed your salty lips. The evidence of my presence was removed by the tiny kisses I placed on your mouth and chin. You wrapped your arms around me in a firm embrace and we lay down together.
My penis, still erect, was poised to enter the moist, scented chamber of your passion but I had yet to taste the nectar that flowed freely from it. I lowered my head to your belly and kissed you; gently at first, then passionately. I placed my tongue firmly in your belly button, exploring it fully and then began to suck the soft flesh of your underbelly into my mouth. I worked my way down to the lush garden that serves as gateway to your desire and began to kiss my way around it. I worked my way down to your full, luscious thighs and then placed my mouth on your garden of Eden. My tongue darted in and out as you came sweetly on my tongue. I let the liquid passion of your womanhood flow over my tongue like the wine of Bachus. I was drunk with the pleasure of you.
My manhood was straining to gain entry and I could deny it no more. I shoved my shaft in hard and deep. You lifted your head to mine and hungrily licked the residue of your desire from my face. I had wished to make love to you, now I wanted to fuck you as well. I fucked you hard. My rod thrust in and out of your womanhood in a powerful staccato rhythm that took all of my strength but I could not restrain myself. I grunted fiercely and you groaned loudly. I lifted your leg up onto my shoulder and then past my face, turning you on your side. The power of this primordial ritual tore the wind from our lungs, drove our heartbeats to a frenzied pace and threatened to drain our resources.
As if sensing our need the gods of love permitted us sweet release. My body on fire with the heat of our passion, exploded into the misty depths of your womanhood, the liquid of my love burning as it passed through my raging penis. I lifted your leg and rolled you onto your back again so that I could feel the length of your soft, sweet, wet body close to mine as you came. I felt your wetness flood my groin.
My eyes fluttered open, came into focus and fell on a dialogue box that had appeared on my monitor with the words "Your connection to the internet has been closed. Would you like to reconnect now?". I had fallen asleep. Our lovemaking had been a dream, or had it. I looked down to realize that I was nude and that my body was covered with perspiration. The exotic, musky scents of lovemaking clung to me. I closed the dialogue box so that I could see your photograph. The chair was empty....
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