1. Story Time For Two


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

    eruption, but also withhold a complete climax, for the intensity it would bring upon seeing her again. While apart, in my fantasies I'd start picturing how we might be guiding each others hands, our ardor drenched in emotion, while a flood of copulating vapors and sprays escaped between us. I must confess to a near giving in to such visions, pumping greedily at my slick slider. Quite often this would take place while she performed in similar manner, by way of a phone conversation between us. Those phone sex episodes were the hardest to endure without a complete loss of control. While on the phone to each other, there was invariably an unrestrained self coaxing, set in motion by explicit innuendo. Occasionally, when especially well primed by her, my self restraint failed me. Our mutual petting would end in a heavy explosive conclusion. Obviously I didn’t consistently succeed in holding at bay my flow. These self manipulations left me only partially satisfied, still starved for her eventual touch and a communal release. In truth, my cock was an untethered monster when I'd hear her voice on the phone. The conversation might start out mundane enough, and often did, but invariably it would soon approach the genre of subject matter we both really wanted to fixate on. Our fires smoldered from afar, patience waning thin. These interval conversations were a mere holding pattern, a temporary fix, if you will. These stop gaps of slight relief only partially held off the ache. Only the ...
    touch of one another could truly satisfy and cool these burning needs. Typical of her teasing would be something similar to the following words she purred into my ears one lonely night. "What are you thinking daddy? What is it you miss most now baby? What is it that you want right now, if I was there Hun? Tell me all, hold nothing back baby. Mmm tell me any fantasy darling. I'm wearing only a black bra and panties right now daddy, wanting you, your touch, your penetrations. Tell me baby, what are you thinking right now? Hmmm? I'm touching myself baby mmm oh Hun how I want you now." Then their were the text messages late into the night, the descriptive orgies, the offering of young nubile bodies we rounded up for each others pleasure, while we imagined ourselves watching from the shadows, then joining in with and for each other. In her company, she never failed to satisfy my deep appreciation for her creative flow and a determined sustained desire to please. Her slow strips, her pleas for me to get even more comfortable, which became code for, "You have too many clothes on still baby, get naked,” in essence. There were her offers to assist me towards getting more comfortable, if my resistance or pace failed to satisfy her impatience. Her requests for me to help her get comfortable were born of the same smoldering impatient hunger she continually harbored for me. One of her favorite exclamations was: “You can't get TOO comfortable sweetie,” as she’d wink and run her tongue along ...