Belly Dancer

The lights were dim, soft, sensual music playing low in the background. You were sitting, relaxed in the recliner, across the room, I was there, my skirt flowing and see through, the top silky, tied behind my neck. Hips swaying, hands floating up, above my head, the way the light showed through the material you could see the shadowed outlines of my inner thighs, the curve of my calf. Wearing tiny bells on anklets there were soft jingles with each step I took towards you.

Sitting up and on the edge of the chair, as I shimmy my hips right in front of you, you reach out your hands and with a feather light touch slide them from the curve of my hips, over my waist, up my rib cage, palms whisper soft brushing over my nipples so you could reach around and untie the silky top. Letting it fall away from my breasts, you watch as they move with every swivel of my hips, letting your fingertips circle over the soft skin, making my nipples even harder by because of the look in your eye and that you purposely avoid touching them while you tease me.

Finally relenting the back of your knuckles brush over both nipples making me catch my breath and my belly tighten from the sensations. Leaning forward your tongue flicks across first one nipple then the next, stepping in between your legs, I move closer to bring my nipples closer to your mouth. Sliding your arms around me, your hands on my ass pulling me even closer, your lips close over my left nipple, teeth nipping and tongue swirling around it, my fingertips pressing into your shoulders as your mouth devours first one nipple, then the other.

Pulling me down, so I am straddling your lap, one hand on the back of my head the other caressing the curve of my back, you start nibbling my lips, tracing my bottom lip, before meshing our mouths together, tongues meeting and sliding against each other.  My arms over your shoulders, my fingertips caressing the back of your neck. Sliding both your hands to my ass you start pulling the edge of my skirt up until it’s around my waist, my bare bottom half exposed to your fingers. I can feel your cock hard beneath me, I start rubbing wet pussy and clit against it. Mouths still together, my nipples rubbing against your chest, your hands squeezing and caressing my ass, all of the sudden you deliver a sharp smack against the right cheek. Pausing the kiss long enough to whisper against my lips, “Ride me baby.”

Lifting my hips to fit us together I slide all the way down onto your cock, legs muscles working, swiveling my hips to slide up and down on you. Your hands gripping my hips, helping me, guiding me, smacking my ass every time our hips meet. I can feel my body tensing with orgasm, tightening around you, right on the edge of falling into ecstasy. Your hands, gripping my ass tight, your hips rising up, slamming into mine every time I slide down, I feel you tense under me, my orgasm triggered by yours.

After a minute or two, I lay my head on your shoulder, your hand stroking softly up and down my back as we recharge, together.

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Seeing you as you were walking out of the plane, my eyes tracing over the contours of your face that I have memorized. Turning your head, our eyes lock and my breath catches. Not even pausing I walk straight into your arms, when I look up, you lean down to take my mouth in a kiss. All the sounds fade away, I can only hear my heartbeat and feel your kiss. After what seemed like an hour but still too soon, we break away, taking your hand I lead you out of the airport.

On the ride back to my place, your hand rests on my knee, then further up on my thigh, thumb making slow circles, causing my skin to tingle. My fingertips travelling over each finger and up your arm, tracing each muscle. Looking over quickly at your face, the line of your jaw, your lips, the features I’ve spent so long memorizing already, you glance over and find me watching you and you smile. Getting to my place and going inside I’d like to say that we took our time and talked for a while, but having spent so many days and nights apart, talking and texting, time together was something we weren’t willing to waste.

Stepping right back into your arms we start kissing again, my tongue darting out to lick your bottom lip, teeth grazing the fullness, my fingertips sliding over your arms and shoulders. Your hands moving from cupping my face, over my shoulders, sliding my shirt down, it slides down to settle on my hips, reaching behind me you unhook my bra, sliding the straps down my arms until it falls to the floor between us, feeling your hands on my breasts for the first time ignites a fire low in my belly, my breath catches and I instinctively arch my back pressing them more firmly in your hands.

Somehow we end up in my bedroom and end up naked on the bed together. Laying back on my pillows you give me the chance to explore you, watching me, eyes hot. Fingertips tracing over your head, your cheekbones, over your lips my lips and tongue following the path tasting and teasing your skin. Continuing down to taste and lick along your collarbones, nibbling the side of your neck. Fingertips trailing up and down your arms, over your chest, lips following, tasting each spot, kissing each finger the tip of my tongue tracing each knuckle. Kneeling back to look at you, my eyes travelling over your body, I start trailing my fingertips over your again at your hipbones, down your legs. My mouth teasing your hipbones, tongue tracing along the skin. My fingertips finishing their exploration of your legs, they trail back up, and with barely the pressure of a butterfly wing they slide over your already hard cock. My tongue licking from the base all the way to the tip, lips nibbling along the vein, swirling my tongue over the head before I slide my mouth over it and as far down as I can go. Fingertips tracing over your balls, mouth sliding up and down over your cock, tongue flicking back and forth with each slide of my mouth.

Pulling me up, then flipping us over, you plunge your hard cock into my pussy, stroking in and out in a slow rhythm. My legs wrapping around you, my hands holding your shoulders. Leaning down you kiss me, nipping my bottom lip, then our tongues dancing together. Matching the slide of your tongue in my mouth to the thrust of your cock in my pussy you capture all of my senses. My orgasm suddenly takes over, my muscles tensing and tightening around you, flooding us with wetness. Pulling out, you position my legs over your shoulders and slide the head of your cock into my well lubricated ass, slowly sinking all the way in, holding my legs you begin fucking my ass hard and fast, one hand reaching to pull and pinch my nipples into even stiffer peaks of desire. Sliding that hand down my belly you press your thumb against my clit while sliding three fingers into my pussy. My eyes burning hot on yours and you fuck me thoroughly. Chanting your name over and over I’m close to cumming again.. reaching your other hand down you pinch first one nipple then the other extremely hard and say in a low voice, “Cum with me.” Hearing that sends me over the edge, body tensing, muscles clenching around your cock as you cum in my ass. Thrusting a few more times before pulling out you watch my eyes widen with every one. Taking me in your arms we lay together and start feeling sleepy from the orgasms.

We were sleeping, or more to the point, we were wrapped around each other enveloped in a haze of sleepiness. My head was nestled in the curve of your shoulder, my fingertips running up and down your arm idly, placing tiny kisses on at the top of your arm, my tongue darting out to taste the skin my lips just touched. Your hand making slow strokes from my rib cage then down over my hip, then back up over my belly to cup my breasts, fingertips making lazy circles around the nipples. Your lips nibbling my ear, whispering, sounds and words that convey desire. Your hand sliding down again over my ribs and my belly, I hook my leg backwards over yours, opening myself to you, your fingertips lightly brushing over the slick, swollen flesh. Arching my back, I feel your already hard cock glide against me, the tip fitting just inside. Flexing your hips, you slide all the way in, starting a slow, languorous rhythm..

Connections, Love, and Forever

I’ve long thought about “soulmates” and I believe one hundred percent that they exist. It is a person that you feel an immediate connection with regardless of where you meet. It is a connection so strong that you are drawn to them in ways that you have never experienced or thought of before. With that connection if allowed to progress and grow, you develop a love so deep, strong and complex that you begin to doubt that you’ve ever loved anyone before that.

That being said, even with that type of mental, emotional and even physical connection, relationships take effort. The best relationships are built upon the little every day things that you do for and with the one you love. It’s holding hands, just because, it’s setting up the coffee for them so they don’t have to in the morning, in all the little gestures that add up over time.

Society has begun teaching us that we need to hide our feelings, to not show “weakness” by telling someone how you feel and more importantly showing them how you feel. I call bullshit on that, the way to keep your relationship alive and your love strong is by telling and showing your partner how much they mean to you at every given opportunity.

If you find your soulmate, Do everything you can to hold them close, both physically and emotionally.

The Kitchen

I was in the kitchen, cooking supper, we were having creamy garlic pasta and sautéed basil shrimp. The pasta had just been put on to boil and the rest of the ingredients were waiting to be cooked. I had just put on my purple rubber dish gloves to wash the dishes that I had used to prep the food for dinner. As I turned to put the water on you came up behind me and slid your arms around me.

You swept your hand up my shoulder and along the column of my neck, you moved my hair over to the other side and tilted my head exposing my neck. Leaning down you started nibbling and kissing up my neck, biting the tender skin, I gasped with pleasure at the tiny amount of pain it caused.

Tilting my head back you captured my lips with yours and nipped at the corner of my mouth, traced my bottom lip with your tongue then fused our mouths together, tongues sliding along each other, tasting, caressing the inside of each other’s mouths.

Your hands slid down my arms and took each one of my gloved hands and placed them on the counter in front of me. Leaning to my ear, in that low voice that sounds like a sexy growl, say to me, “Don’t move your hands, love.” Your hands slid from my wrists, up my rib cage over my breasts, where you could feel my nipples hardened with desire against your palm. Your hands slip inside of my shirt and under the lace of my bra to caress my breasts and pinch the nipples.

Your hands move down again over my belly now, to caress the side of my hips, pulling me back into you. I can feel you, hard against my bottom. Your hands slide down to the edge of my skirt and slowly pulling it up, baring my skin. Caressing my bare thighs, sliding up to the lacy edge of my thong, you sucked in a breath when you saw they were your favorite purple ones. Hooking your thumbs in each side of the elastic you slide them down my legs just to my knees.

I feel you then, behind me, opening your pants, fitting the tip of your cock against my wet pussy you slide all the way in. You place your hands over mine, twining your fingers with mine, still in the rubber gloves. Setting a slow, deep rhythm, you pull in and out, my back arches to meet every thrust. As we get closer to the edge, the movements become harder and faster, then with one deep thrust my muscles tighten around you, squeezing your cock as it pulses inside me.

We rest for a few moments, with your forehead resting on the top of my head until our breathing returns to normal. I feel as you leave my body, the absence of you and I miss you already, pulling my thong back up and smoothing it over my hips then pulling my skirt back down. You nuzzle my neck, kiss my cheek and whisper in that sexy voice of yours “I love your purple dish gloves!”

Laying together

We were together, laying in bed just talking about the day. I was laying on your chest stroking up and down the arm I could reach, your hand was making small circles over the arch of my back.
I looked up at you, to ask you a question, but you captured my lips in a kiss. Your lips nibbling mine, my tongue darting out to lick your top and bottom lips. You pulled me tight against you, your hand on my hip, then rolled over so you had me pinned under you. You told me to put my hands around the posts in the headboard and I wasn’t allowed to let go until you told me. 
You started kissing along my jaw, down my neck to my chest, you kissed the upper swell of my right breast, licking and nipping all the way around the whole breast but avoiding the nipple. You did the same with the left breast, gasping in pleasure and arching my back with need underneath you, it was torture and ecstasy. Finally you drew the right nipple into your mouth and bit on it with just enough pressure so it was pleasure and pain all together. I could feel that I was close to cumming, you could sense it, leaning down to my ear, you whispered, “Don’t cum until I tell you.” You repeated the same exquisite attention to the left nipple. 
Then you started licking, kissing and nibbling down my belly. Sliding your hands up my legs you parted them and fit yourself between them and stroked my swollen pussy lips with one finger before capturing my clit in your mouth. Your tongue nudging and circling my clit, you slid one finger inside my pussy then slowly back out again. Sliding up my body you fit the tip of your hardness against my opening and told me to let go and hold you. You slid all the way in and I could feel my orgasm starting. Beginning to move in and out you told me to cum with you. Wrapping my legs around your back I met each thrust. My orgasm started and my whole body tensed and I felt you stiffen over me as we came together. You leaned down to kiss me… 

Then I woke up

The Art of Kissing

The art of kissing is is a subject that I have thought a lot about over the last 15 or 20 years. I’m wondering where the skill or the patience for it went? I can remember being a young woman even as an older teen where kissing was sometimes the main event for the night. In recent times even among people who are my age, kissing is barely a thing anymore, and dammit, I miss it!

Once upon a time you and your date (significant other) would go out, probably hold hands which in an of itself can be erotic with the slide of the fingers, caressing of each other’s hands (but that’s a story for another day). So, you’re out with your date or at home on the couch watching a movie and there is a caress on the cheek, lips touch, nibbling at the corners of the mouth. Then you move to a lick across the bottom lip, nibbling and sucking on the upper lip. Fingers running through each other’s hair or hands framing a face. All this happens before you would have involved the intimacy of any touching of your tongues.

These days kissing is barely a thought let alone an entire action. It is either a perfunctory peck on the lips then (usually he) wants to move right into the main event or no lead up and straight open mouthed tongue while he tries to devour her face. (Totally not sexy or even a turn on)

I remember a time in my life, I was 17 and I had a boyfriend “for lack of a better word” who wasn’t quite a boy at almost 30 (who by the way my parents adored). No judging here either on my part or his, I had so much life experience at 17 that I was closer to 35 or 40 at that point. That man could kiss, sometimes for hours. It was an event and I felt cherished, that is probably the last time I can actually remember kissing being the way it should be (at least to me). Sad, I know.

So what is it today, that we are rushing to the finish line? Is life too hurried? Are we disconnected from each other?

Kissing, foreplay and even sexual intimacy is much like a sports game, whether it be football, lacrosse, american football, baseball or hockey; you don’t start the game and expect all the sudden to score the final goal, touchdown, or point to end the game. You play it through from warm-up, through each inning, period or quarter, before you try to end the game.

Ladies and gentlemen, let’s bring kissing back as the main event or at least one of the main courses during the meal.