If you were here now, this is how I would make love to you...
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The following is an adult fiction, written for entertainment. I would bring you into my home... We would have a Michelob Light, with candle light and jazz (always start with beer, men can not resist.) Then as the jazz gets hotter, I would lie to you, and give you a red wine, rather than more Michelob. I want you somewhat high, and mixing your drinks will be helpful. And while the candle light, wine and music act upon your libido, I would slowly take your clothes from your body; romantically, but with the urgency of my needs. I would explore your nipples with my lips and teeth, until your are almost frantic, with your hand moving again and again toward my breasts. I stop their incessant exploration attempts and assure you that their time and opportunity will come, and ask your indulgence. As then we both become more excited, I would take your hands and lead you toward my bedroom.... With the curtains closed, I would tie your hands and feet to the bed struts. My bed is so narrow there is no room for two to move, and it is scarcely long enough for your height, but I place cushions under your heels to make you comfortable and put a second pillow under your hips to give me greater access to your man jewels. I do not remove my own clothes, yet. I am afraid that without my clothes I would lose all control and make love to you immediately. But time has been too long for that extravagance. I want to savor your body as long as possible, before you are allowed to experience mine. I would straddle your chest with my nylon clad legs, my body facing away from you as I admire your package. I am fixing it in my memory, where it will continue to exist for all time. Your skin is so soft, and the flesh so firm underneath, I could touch you this way for hours. Sometimes I forget what that can do, what it is like to have someone caress you slowly, so slowly. I would run my forefinger around the top of your penis. I like this part of you, the color of the glans and the feel of the foreskin, the pattern of your veins. I stroke with one finger the underside of your cock, following the ridge of loose skin at the top, down, tracing your veins, to your balls, to your nuts. The nut sack is tight already. I will cup your balls in one hand and stroke them with my thumb, and then let go and run my palm across them, following lightly with my fingers. I will concentrate on them, making them warm and loose. I so like them hanging down over your ass hole. Hanging there like extra large plums in their soft skin bag, gently moving under their own volition, moving when I blow on them, and again when your hips thrust. I stroke the inside of your thighs with my other hand. A tiny drop of precum emerges at the tip of your penis. I touch it with my finger and spread it over your glans as you thrust toward my finger. Then I bend to kiss you where I have spread it. You can feel what I am doing before I have done it, and push up with your thighs, striving to touch me with your instrument. Foolish, foolish male, I own what you have called your privates. They, alone, will belong to me and their destiny is mine to determine. You are aching in the same way that I am aching. I can feel the heat in your flesh, and the tension in mine. My cunt is tightening. I want you inside me. I take my hands from your groin and place them on my thighs. From here I can bend down a little and blow my warm breath on your package, the way I know it arouses you. Your penis lunges and twitches. I bend further, far enough that my breasts hang on either side of your penis, and draw my fingers lightly over your legs, from your calves up to your inner thighs, almost to your nuts, then stop short and begin again, stretching myself to full length over your lower body so your organ touches my chest. So your chin and tongue are excruciatingly close to me. Then drawing away with my body, as my hands involuntarily, again come close to touching your low hanging, gently squirming nut bag. I can feel how hard your cock is. It seems harder each time my breasts brush past it. Your nut sack rolls under its own volition, constantly repositioning my plums. I am certain that your nuts begin to look firmer and larger. I watch like a tigress about to pounce. You must be impatient with me, you must want to be inside me already, your nuts ready to explode, to empty their fullness into me, but you have not made a noise. I am glad the ropes are tight. I want to savor all of you before I take you - your smell, your taste, the feel of your skin, the look of you, your pride. I bring my hands to your balls and draw my fingertips slowly over them. You squirm beneath me - it tickles you. I move my hands further up and cup them around your penis, squeezing gently at its base. I bend it. It springs back, I gently slap and hit it. It bounces and swings and dances just for me. I raise your nuts and wrap them around your penis, together and separately, constantly moving and rolling them. Stilling my impulses, to squeeze them to the bursting, to handle them roughly, to abuse them until your guts ache with the pleasure pressure.... Still holding your man sack and its cargoes, I move my hands upward, very slowly, and then down again, stretching the soft skin to the point of pain. And again; but this time even slower. And again. Your thighs thrust and strain. Another drop of fluid appears on your glans. I lick it off carefully, avoiding the lunge and thrust of your organ. You taste of salt. I pull your nuts to my lips, I lick and taste your nut sack skin. I place them in my mouth, cautious not to bite too hard, not to brake the precious soft skin with my teeth. I struggle to keep so much in my mouth and breath too. Trying hard not to become too excited; so excited that I might end everything with too hard of a bite. I gently, slowly allow your balls to slip out of my mouth, praising my own self control. I watch closely as the man bag rolls them around, constantly in motion, seemingly reacting even more to the wetness from my mouth. I start anew, moving my lips down to kiss your male organ, I have slipped myself back, and now my cunt is again close to your face. I pull my skirt up over my hips. You lift your head and nuzzle me (for all your male gender problems, you have a marvelous tongue). I am still clothed, but through the nylon of my panties you can taste my fluid, and you stretch out your tongue to take in more. I tremble, but it is not time for this. I tease. While your tongue and lips still press against me, I move off you; undo the fastenings of my skirt. I hear you breathe more quickly, anticipating me naked, my skin against your mouth, my juices on your skin. I straighten and stand up, out of your reach, and step through the skirt. I take off my panties, dropping them so they land on your chest, close enough to allow you to smell my excitement. I throw my blouse and brassiere on the floor, and contrive to raise my arms above my head and ensure that my breast sway before you, because I know I will see the extra excitement engendered by my movements. I see your body’s response and the throb of your organ becomes even more exaggerated and your hips thrust and twist. The prominent throbbing of your penis, becomes a metronome to my excitement. Then I kneel between your legs. Here you cannot reach me, but I can touch you in all your venerability. You say something - are you disappointed, and tense? I do not answer you. Your legs are tied apart and I nestle my face between them, taking in your smell and the warmth of your skin. I reach out my tongue and touch it to your inner thigh, tasting the saltiness of you. I hold there a minute then move higher, taking in new salt, new skin. Very slowly moving up your leg in this way, I reach the crack between your balls and your groin, and here I pause. Carefully, slowly I repeat the same process on your opposite leg. This time I go on to lick your nut sack. It jumps as if it has its own life. Your body jerks when my tongue contacts your sack. Is there precognition? I run my tongue over it from top to bottom, until you push so hard on the ropes I am afraid you will hurt yourself. When you have relaxed to a degree, I begin again and this time I hum as my lips press into your nuts, and your body jumps and threshes and again you push so hard that I am almost certain that you will hurt yourself. And we start again, and somehow your entire bag and nuts are in my mouth and I try swallowing your set, only to have your body respond to my mouth as if there is no end to your appreciation of my activities. And the ropes are strained to the point where I think you will hurt yourself again. And now, I will lift up and lay my body on yours, so that your erection pushes into my soft belly Where I can feel and enjoy it’s stiffness. I kiss you on the mouth. I wish for some way to press your balls into my belly like you penis, to feel the two separate lumps of man flesh, but they are gravity’s servant and can not raise themselves to be where I need them. Your tongue pushes into my mouth, hard, urgent, running over my teeth, and tongue and gums, drawing saliva from me, for a minute or more. You will not let my tongue into your mouth, you push me away every time I try to enter. I enjoy the game for it helps me to determine our destiny. And your cock pushes again against my belly, so hard, you grind into me, as far as the ropes will let you move. As much as my weight will assist you. It is the first time we have kissed. After a minute has passed, you pull your head away as if to signal, an end. I don't want this. I want to cradle your head in my arms, gently lick and nibble at your ears, leave great love bites on your neck and shoulders, and hard teeth marks on your chest. I want to rub my clit on you penis. I want my nether lips to go around your penis like my breasts had done before. But I let you have your way, because I will have mine. I lift myself from your torso and kneel again between your legs, taking my panties from your chest, and wrap them around your cock. Their moisture touches your soft skin. I rub the fabric over your cock. Each time your bag reacts. Your sperm makers are rolled involuntarily and further jostled by my rubbing. Each time a drop of fluid appears at the tip, I wipe it away. I rub faster and faster, bringing you closer to orgasm. Your nuts swing and jump in time to my hand’s rhythm. You are trying to hold back. I stop. Your balls look like they want to crawl up into your body. I kiss you gently on your glans, and lick around the rim of your cock. You push and thrust up, wanting to be in my mouth. Briefly I allow it, letting your cock slide into my mouth, letting you feel the warmth of my mouth and its wetness. Then I will pull away and again wrap the nylon around your penis. Slowly I rub the garment over your organ, then faster, faster, faster, watching closely as your nuts make a frantic dance in their container.. Your face contorts, you are holding back, hoping I will stop before you spill into the air, waiting for me to stop. But this time I don't stop. And when your cum shoots out, falling onto your belly, and covering my hands, I take it and spread it over your body and mine. I touch it to my lips, and then I kiss you. You pull away. And your man bag is shrunken. I know because I am holding it tightly in my left hand, having applied all the pressure I think you can handle. Helping you empty your balls with all the restraint that I can muster. They are so toy like; boy toy like. I think you are angry. You wanted to be inside me, this first time. This last time. You are all in my destiny. I lie on your chest and feel the wetness of my cunt, and how swollen it is with passion. Your penis is soft now, your nuts drawn up, no longer the wonderfully mobile target they had been just moments before. With one hand I take and wet your entire package with my fluids, and with the other I gently stroke your cock. Then I will kneel beside the bed and take your length in my mouth, feeling all the folds of skin with my tongue, one by one; using my teeth to roll the foreskin back over your rim. I suck on it, gently then hard by turns, I push it around my mouth with my tongue. Then gently I take it between my teeth and scrape the soft skin. I feel the blood rise and the tissue swell. I become more excited and am less gentle. You begin to fill my mouth. Soon I cannot hold your entire length, and I begin to lick and bite along the sides of your penis instead, then taking you inside my mouth briefly, moving my lips up and down over you. All the while my hands are playing over your balls, juggling your nut sack, swinging them, touching, pushing, rolling them, until I think that they must ache, and then I rub the base of your penis, and occasionally stroke your thighs. I take your length into my mouth, and now I move up and down over your penis, flicking with my tongue as I move, gently sucking at your flesh, still moving my hands over you, lightly stroking your balls, or holding the base of your penis between finger and thumb, pulling your organ back as my mouth moves. I feel how your cock jumps - and then I slow down, release you, only lightly touching with one finger, or two, hold you in suspense before beginning again, before once again taking you in my mouth, sucking, licking, stroking, teasing. This goes on for a long time. My cunt is so hot, so wet. At times I touch myself with one hand while I am licking you, and then take my fingers and lick them, tasting my juices. I kneel above your erect penis, just high enough that our organs do not touch, and begin to masturbate. Slowly, slowly. At first, touching only the outer lips of my cunt, my index finger running over and around them, spreading the moisture spilling from me. My lips are swollen with blood, full and aching to be touched. Even without touching inside them, I am shaking at the pleasure. You are watching me. I lean back so you can see more easily. I drag my nails over the inside of my thighs, leaving red marks like arrows pointing to my cunt. Now I open my lips with both hands, showing you my vulva, wet and swollen and red. I touch one finger to it and taste the liquid - it is sweet and salty at once. There is so much of it now that drops of it fall on your penis and nuts. But I do not touch you. I am pleasuring myself. I put one, two, three fingers into my cunt and move them in and out, reaching up to touch the most sensitive parts. I see your penis jump and throb, as you see my face contorting and my body trembling with the pleasure. You want to touch me too, you want to be inside me. I fuck myself with my fingers until I am almost ready to come, then withdraw, and begin caressing my clitoris. Drawing liquid up from my cunt over this soft, sensitive skin, and moving my index finger in circles around my clit, I tease the skin and nerves, creating pleasure for myself, but not too soon, not too fast. I feel it like a welcome guest, seen from a distance, moving closer and closer until fully recognized, all sensation moving toward the center and becoming more intense... more... more... until it breaks over me. When my orgasm is over, when the wave has receded, I lift your penis and gently touch the tip to my cunt. My moisture runs over you. I take the head, and move it over my lips, my clit, my cunt opening. It feels good - your skin is soft and smooth, it stimulates me. I take your nuts and do the same, I think of how they will feel if I push them into myself. I lean over you and keep on moving your balls against my cunt, faster, until I can feel the sensation, the distant sensation, of another orgasm. I turn around facing your feet, so that I can see and control what is about to happen.... I push one nut into my cunt. You are breathing fast now, and with this movement you quickly draw in your breath, and roll your hips, and jerk. Does it hurt to share a nut with me? Are my cunt muscles too much for your little man jewel? Your cock throbs and jerks and lunges as if to enter me, but I hold back. I roll the nut inside me, and you wince and a groan escapes your lips. I hold it with my muscles, and squeeze on it. Slowly, very slowly, I squeeze and move my hips and your nut jumps out and your bag flops down over your ass and it squirms frantically. I watch and lick my lips. I can hardly control myself.... I push the head of your penis into my cunt. I only allow the tip of your penis inside me. I hold it with my muscles, and squeeze on it. Very slowly, I lower myself onto you, feeling the hardness of your erection pressing inside me. I use your nuts to control the depth, pulling your balls to me to enter and pushing and pulling them back to move back. Several times I stop, holding you there only half-penetrating me, and press on you with my muscles, and squeezing your nuts , forcing them to the end of your bag, and shaking them and then using them to rub my clit. Their broad firmness and slightly cool texture is almost too much for my ready to organism body, Oh, to crush them while they are used to rub my clit, to crush them into me.... Ohhh....! I come. Then I let you enter me completely. You draw in breath, deeply. I push down as hard as I can, pulling up on your jewels as hard as I can. I feel the length of you within me, feeling the warmth of your skin, feeling your glans roll back and widen to open me wider. I try to pull and push your nuts into me. What if they would fit, would they be mine? Tightening all my muscles, I draw up away from you, until you are no longer inside me. Then I lower myself again, as slowly - and again, and again. Again and again, I try to force your nuts into me while impaled on your cock. Then you are groaning as if you can not come, is it the pain and pressure of my use of your balls? Are they broken? Then I hold still, sitting upright, testing you only with my muscles, squeezing you with my cunt, as slowly as I can stand. I shift my body again, so that I can use my feet on your naked balls, while you are still inside me. I contract my cunt to crush your prick and use my hands and feet together to crush and roll and smash your nuts. For such little things, they are so firm and the sack is now reddish purple and I can make it so taunt over your little jewels. Your eyes are on me, they want me to move, to make you come. I wait, minutes seeming like hours. Then I move again, slowly. And again stop. My cunt is so wet. I touch myself with one finger, and now the muscles contract of themselves. I look over my shoulder at you and smile. You are ready! You are ready to come again and so am I. I push faster, the tip of your cock hits deep against me, deep inside, with the glans rolled over. Your nuts bounce of their own accord against my open clit. I am laughing, crying at once. I let go, I come and come. And before you come, I stop, and reach under the cover where the pretty, chrome, burdizzo lies.... I lift slightly from you so that you can see between our bodies and begin to realize your destiny. I place the chrome jaws around the neck of your man sack. Your man bag seems fuller and more swollen. I feel your flesh shiver as the cool jaws touch your soft man skin. I hear the sharp intake of your breath, just before the mechanical snick and the squish of the flesh giving up it’s life, as your body thrashes powerfully at the sharp pain, I disengage my hot cunt from your eunuch cock and place it over your groaning lips. My face close to your dying nuts. Now I lie beside you, holding you with one arm, my other hand touching myself and then straying to caress the chrome instrument still attached between your thighs. Your destiny is mine