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The HandThe HandAs I open the apartment door half standing in the corridor and half in the apartment I am taken by your beauty from across the room seeing you stand in front of the floor to ceiling window looking out of our twelfth floor apartment into busy Manila city with what appears to be your favorite cup of coffee. Standing for what seems to be an eternity, reality defines it as just moments, slowly in a trance like state, quietly, methodically, walking towards your beautiful feminine figure, my eyes scouring your silk like black straight hair, you sense my movement and presence with acceptance, and contentment that I am now within the room with you, you continue looking out the window fixated on Manilas city scape with the sunset bouncing around, the afternoon sunlight dances on your hair, skin and eyes. As I move closer I am able to smell your intoxicating rose scented perfume as it plays with my senses, intoxicatingly slow with its’ seduction, I lean into kiss you on the side of your neck, as my dry purse lips meet your soft skin your head falls away to expose more of your now vulnerable neck flesh, kiss after kiss, as I take a brief second for larger kiss, running my nose and wet tongue up skin of your neck I feel a shudder come from your beautiful curvaceous frame, it falls back afyon escort to meet my white crisp business shirt. My hand finds your on your shoulder and wrap the slowly my left hand slowly snakes it’s way around your waist like a python hunting t’s prey, ever so deliberate, around your gorgeous full figured waist. With a larger more passionate kiss half licking and sucking upon your neck, feeling your bodies warmth through your dress. With a sudden rude awakening that momentarily startled the two of us the sound of a breaking cup, shards of ceramic disperses the white tiled floor, the sharp reality of the breaking cup is short lived, we are back to this love induced stupor to the ever building tension, passion and raw primal emotion Nuzzling and kissing my way up your neck and Momentarily stop below your ear lobe for a few seconds before like a snake lunging for it’s prey latch onto your ear lobe. From distant lands within tour stupor what is audibly a squeal, a whimper however undefined it, I can make out as you the owner. The firm wet tongues probing and suction throwing shivers down your spine, I hear a “STOP”! “Nick Stop!” from those distant lands an slowly they fade away to a more pliant nature as slow movement is now made for the ever distant travel to the back of your neck, afyon escort bayan feeling your head flop forward, as a rag doll might, slow methodical small tiny relentless kisses to the back of your neck. My hand falls from your waist to your thigh, as the persistent kissing of you neck relentlessly continues my hand slides back up to your waist from your thigh gathering dress fabric on it’s journey of feeling the soft skin or a male is a fine pleasure to be savored slowly like a fine whiskey, the softness of the skin gives way to a few elastic bumps my heart skips a beat, the blood in my veins feels as it is pumping faster and hotter, the smell of your perfume, making me feel giddy with primal desire for you with a leg fully exposed for all Manila city to see from below. I feel my hand moving along an elastic band a hand on is own destiny of desire, with out my permission all on its own accord. Stopping mid way the hand lingering for a moment before changing direction in a downward slithering motion feeling soft warm fabric it’s travels in a circular motion, seeking, searching for something but unsure what as the mindless hand mounts the mound of Venus and circles her ever so warm ever so warm. From distant lands as previously a moan expires. The hand makes a quick momentary escort afyon retreat fooling Venus into a false sense of security, while Venus sways to her primal lustrous rhythm she realizes all to late that she is actually under siege her protective elastic and cladding is dispelled skin on skin the hand makes siege for Venus, and Venus thrusts to the onslaught ever closer, warmth building, hips moving and gyrating in turn with the hand. The seeking its’ own desire, searching to find its food for survival, the warm moisture with in Venus is being devoured, by ever probing digits. Love gives way to lust feeding the hand the moisture within Venus, still searching for its insatiable desire the hand seeks more, ever more dampness, wetness, seeking the center of all, Venuses universe. Hand with all loss of abandon wants to feed like a pack of wild hungry wolves in a darkness of nights hunt. Thrust after thrust from Venus she exudes her luscious sweet nectar but nothing can protect her from the dangers of the hand, closer and closer it circles comes to the center of moistness as a digit in inadvertently rubs the sweet pleasure nub with this Venus mounts he last assault thrust ever so forcibly forward, with a digit penetrating her and engulfing the digit in turn with thrust after thrust and audible distance moans on the horizons for what seems to be an eternity of thrusting and gyrating. A voice from distant lands is audible loud yet louder each time with more clarity “Nick, Nick, baby let’s go to bed” “Come on baby let’s get in bed”.

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