1. Story Time For Two


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: MidKnightMan, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    other, from one rising pulsing cock to one ever wetter tingling pussy, became our intimate language of lust. An occasional twitch would give away the pressing ache of need and desire, which would usually usher in a quick advancement on her part or mine, pursuer to prey. Such telltale body language was taken as a sign of the urgency that it was, that which needed attending to immediately. Her coos, her sighs and my own deep animalistic moans were other indicators, as my hand would encircle, enclose, and pinch at her full breast and diamond hard nipples. A groan would escape pursed lips, as a finger (hers or my own) traveled closer to the ever expanding bulge along my inner thigh. Such clear signs would signal our growing appetites for one another, or failing control to keep our hands and lips, our tongues, to ourselves. Wet sounds began to merge with our primitive cries. That ambient background musk I spoke of earlier was now mingling in some cohesive ardor mix. Getting through the layers of curtaining, as I referred to her seductive garnishing as, was always the next eagerly anticipated exercise. Much petting and preliminary teasing accompanied the readings. After such intense precursor activities, we were both ravenous to get to each others portions, a term she coined that I just loved, and now find myself using. She was always well framed, my own coined term to describe her taste in clothes, lingerie, and stylish sexy jewelry, which I very much appreciated and enjoyed. ...
    Careful preparations assured titillating surprises to be found each new visit. I unveiled each luscious layer with reverence and great care, but also a vigorous expedited gusto. Exposing her epic beauty never failed to heighten and hasten my appetite. To prime my passions, new rounds of shopping by her always procured the finest sensual silks and satins. I never realized how many sexy corsets were in existence, but in short order she made me a new fan. I upped my own game, as to preparation, because she hinted at her own desires with her gifts to me, that exposed her own tastes for men’s casual evening wear. I realized I could impart my own preemptive visuals to spice things up and stall her advance a bit, that slow tease I mentioned, that we embraced and celebrated. We both lived for the getting there, the slow burn, that arc which became our covenant. We lived for the build up and the tension while apart. We barely copped with the anticipation of what new creative expressions awaited us. Each new day apart crawled in seemingly delayed fashion, but at least forward. We measured our offerings and precise teasing carefully, and planned our rendezvous in some detail, ascribing to previous shared fantasies. A poem or short story, that each of us offered and shared upon the visit, set the table for the explorations that were to follow. This also laid the groundwork for various creative strategies upon future visits. To set the tone, we whispered explicit details in each other’s ears, ...
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