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Blogs > frog_princess > Thoughts on tomorrow

the rain  

frog_princess 64F
1064 posts
5/27/2017 9:10 pm
the rain

What is your favorite way to make love... I mean, if you were really into a guy and he wanted to please you and thought you were so amazing he'd do anything with you... If you just wanted him to love you your favorite way... What way would that be?

The rain has just started to fall...you can hear it as it hits the leaves of the ferns. Your tee shirt is soaked to the skin....your hair is wet...you smell like the woods, almost spicy and sweet at the same time. You kiss me, pressing all of your hardness up against me. Your kisses tender, searching...you taste like mint...you leave my lips wet...eager for more. The stubble of your beard, a day without a shave rubs against my neck leaving a pink flush. The ache runs deep inside me, to the very core of my womanhood. Making me hot as the cool rain hits my face. In urgency I pull you wet shirt from your skin...tasting the droplets as the roll across your shoulders and down your chest. You open my dress bearing my breasts as we fumble, lips together...I am trembling with anticipation. We are near naked, deep in the woods as I slide down your chest, tasting your rain...feeling the sensation of cold against the heat of our flesh. You make me wanton, as I tear at your jeans to take you into my mouth. I am amazed at your firmness and response to my desire. The musky scent fills the woods inviting you to make me yours. Your fingers seeking, spreading my lips...like the petals of a delicate flower. Tasting me, I am wet and ripe waiting for you to claim me...we drop to the forest floor, one look as we connect. You plunge into me and I am ready to receive you. You mount me like some mythical satyr, your chest broad as you thrust into me. Your arms holding me ...still to the earth, we are one. I am dripping inside every nerve tight, as the ripple runs through my body like blood. You dominate me, sending your seed deep into me. I feel each gush and I tighten around you. Bruised as I lay, rain making pure the memory of our joining only a dream. Ravaged, I wander back through the woods in a dream like state feeling possessed, feeling your mark, the night dark, crickets playing their music for the dance that is just a memory...

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redrockrascal 65M
23580 posts
7/19/2017 7:53 am

 You paint a lovely picture.
When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.

The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.


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