I pull back the curtain. There you sit, regal and poised. Like a statue that is not a statue. Every part of you is perfect, I marvel from a distance. The curve of your neck, the line of your collarbones, the formation of your feet.
I approach your dais, and you smile at me. Only a quarter smile with your lips, but your eyes hold oceans. I see stars swimming inside of you. And when you look at me—I see completion. Longing for connection, but completion already present. You hold all universes inside of you.
I notice how the shape of your body pushes away the thin layers of silk that envelop you. The swell of your breasts—I can see the ridges of your nipples through the taught fabric. They call to me.
I approach slowly, seductively—like a leopard on his way to the game. I knees and drink you in. From below—you are resplendent. I look up and down the lines of your form. My goodness. Has there every been a figure more perfect in creation? Your body radiates abundance.
I bring my lips to the tops of your feet. I drink in the scent of your skin—it feels and tastes like clarified butter. I gently massage your arches, lick your nail beds. I press into you—and I see you already beginning to heave. You crave my touch, don’t you? When I press into you—we are one.
I massage up your calves, brushing the folds of your clothing aside. They need to go. Apparel is but an obstacle now. I remove any and all barriers between us. Naked souls—we gaze upon each other. You take in hungrily the curves of my pecs, my the lines of my stomach. You look ravenous as you lust after my mammoth phallus—half-erect, bobbing most of the way toward my knees.
I study your impossibly large, perked bosoms. My goddess—they are so round and buoyant. I don’t know how they just float there—moving like liquifying jello. The ripples they make as you subtly sway are hypnotic.
Aside from your breasts, you are so tiny—so mighty & impossibly powerful, but diminutively small. You come up only to the base of my chest—I could wrap both hands around your narrow waist and practically encompass all of you. Your long, curling hair travels down to the small of your back in a widening bush. And speaking of bushes...the area I crave. The secret cave that I dream about, long for.
Your black hair leads my eyes downwards. I love how oversized your labia are. Even standing here, I can see your luscious lips peeking through—arising my libidinousness. I am becoming fully hard. My many inches of manhood reaches for you, tries to grab you. I gingerly approach.
You gesture for my lingam—but I don’t let you grab him. Not yet. I need to get you ready first. Sliding my lips over your marble-carved mouth, down the nape of your neck—into that hallow where the throat and clavicles meet. I brush my labial organs into your skin. You moan some more—you feel my cock throbbing against your torso.
Down I go. With each caress—circling lower. I come to your belly and worship there. I make your navel tingle. Down and down I go—ever further. I am in the forest now—lost amongst the trees.
I find myself greeted with dampness. You are already coming. It makes me even harder to know that I do this for you. That I make you this way. You lust for me—and I for you—and together, we are divinity. I graze my tongue against your butterfly—spreading it wider. Sweet strands of nectar slide onto my tongue. Oh my—pure ambrosia. Heavenly fluids. I could drink you forever.
In, I let my tongue slide. I breathe on your clitoris. It sends shockwaves through your body—you hips buck into me. I penetrate you with my tongue, and then circle up and around your pleasure button. Winding ever closer—I don’t brush up against it directly yet. I want you to wait—deny you it until your ready. Until with one brush, you will come.
I could spend days down here worshiping your yoni. Is there anything more beautiful in creation than a spread open, hungry vagina? I could eat you out forever. And I do. Hours pass...and you have came in my mouth seven times, bucking wildly. Sweat coats your skin. You are nearing complete ecstasy. With each orgasm, you climb higher and higher. You are no longer on this plane—you are flying amongst the clouds.
Finally, you can take it no longer. You pull on my mammoth, throbbing cock and slide it into you. My goddess—you are so wet. I enter your secret cavern. It takes some patience because I am so big, but you are eager for me. And by now, you will do whatever it takes to draw me fully inside of you.
It can’t all fit—two thirds of the way down and I feel myself pressing against the end of your channel. Ever so slowly, tantalizing you, teasing you, I begin to slide. I massage you from the insides now. I can see the head of my cock moving your belly from within. If I were somehow able to fully move inside you—my dickhead would reach your heart. That image makes me even harder, even more swollen.
I knead your breasts. I cradle you in my strong arms—and support your entire body—fucking you from standing. You slide so light and easily up and down my shaft time after time. We share each other’s energy. Our chakras mingle and mix—and together we become something so much more than human.
It takes only moments before I feel you coming again—you’re thrashing uncontrollably, but my big arms hold you, squeeze you tight. I feel you clench and release as you squirt against my torso. Fuck, girl. It turns me on so much knowing that I have this power over you. Do your other lovers make you feel this way? I hope everyone makes you feel this way. You deserve to come like this every moment of every day. You are divine—you ought to feel all the pleasure creation can offer.
We fuck for hours—I stay hard the whole time. Orgasm after orgasm, I roll with you—staying tumescent throughout. Finally, when it seems like you’ve had more than a few dozen, you ask me to come inside you. Answering your plea, I let loose. My cum cannon spews spurt after spurt of hot, gooey liquid. I come so much that it is quickly pouring out of you in wet globs, splattering everywhere. Fuck, babe. Do you know how much you turn me on? There must be a a few glasses-full of love juices beneath us. You make me cum buckets.
Still I’m hard. I keep thrusting, but swivel my body around so I can now lick our love juices off the mat below. I drink in the product of our love-making—and damn, is it delicious. I wish I could have this every morning for breakfast. You’re coming again...and I’m still thrusting. Does this need to ever stop? I think not.
Still inside you, I carry you to the bathtub. I lower us in together—still embraced. My cock encircled by your flesh, your pussy steaming. Into the milky waters we bathe—I rub oil into your skin. I scrub you with coarse sugar. I press fragrances into your palms and back. Roses float on the surface.
We hold each other for some time. You thank me—I bless you. We are one. You ask if I will be back tomorrow? I say, “Of course.” I worship and adore you.
And so it is.
I approach your dais, and you smile at me. Only a quarter smile with your lips, but your eyes hold oceans. I see stars swimming inside of you. And when you look at me—I see completion. Longing for connection, but completion already present. You hold all universes inside of you.
I notice how the shape of your body pushes away the thin layers of silk that envelop you. The swell of your breasts—I can see the ridges of your nipples through the taught fabric. They call to me.
I approach slowly, seductively—like a leopard on his way to the game. I knees and drink you in. From below—you are resplendent. I look up and down the lines of your form. My goodness. Has there every been a figure more perfect in creation? Your body radiates abundance.
I bring my lips to the tops of your feet. I drink in the scent of your skin—it feels and tastes like clarified butter. I gently massage your arches, lick your nail beds. I press into you—and I see you already beginning to heave. You crave my touch, don’t you? When I press into you—we are one.
I massage up your calves, brushing the folds of your clothing aside. They need to go. Apparel is but an obstacle now. I remove any and all barriers between us. Naked souls—we gaze upon each other. You take in hungrily the curves of my pecs, my the lines of my stomach. You look ravenous as you lust after my mammoth phallus—half-erect, bobbing most of the way toward my knees.
I study your impossibly large, perked bosoms. My goddess—they are so round and buoyant. I don’t know how they just float there—moving like liquifying jello. The ripples they make as you subtly sway are hypnotic.
Aside from your breasts, you are so tiny—so mighty & impossibly powerful, but diminutively small. You come up only to the base of my chest—I could wrap both hands around your narrow waist and practically encompass all of you. Your long, curling hair travels down to the small of your back in a widening bush. And speaking of bushes...the area I crave. The secret cave that I dream about, long for.
Your black hair leads my eyes downwards. I love how oversized your labia are. Even standing here, I can see your luscious lips peeking through—arising my libidinousness. I am becoming fully hard. My many inches of manhood reaches for you, tries to grab you. I gingerly approach.
You gesture for my lingam—but I don’t let you grab him. Not yet. I need to get you ready first. Sliding my lips over your marble-carved mouth, down the nape of your neck—into that hallow where the throat and clavicles meet. I brush my labial organs into your skin. You moan some more—you feel my cock throbbing against your torso.
Down I go. With each caress—circling lower. I come to your belly and worship there. I make your navel tingle. Down and down I go—ever further. I am in the forest now—lost amongst the trees.
I find myself greeted with dampness. You are already coming. It makes me even harder to know that I do this for you. That I make you this way. You lust for me—and I for you—and together, we are divinity. I graze my tongue against your butterfly—spreading it wider. Sweet strands of nectar slide onto my tongue. Oh my—pure ambrosia. Heavenly fluids. I could drink you forever.
In, I let my tongue slide. I breathe on your clitoris. It sends shockwaves through your body—you hips buck into me. I penetrate you with my tongue, and then circle up and around your pleasure button. Winding ever closer—I don’t brush up against it directly yet. I want you to wait—deny you it until your ready. Until with one brush, you will come.
I could spend days down here worshiping your yoni. Is there anything more beautiful in creation than a spread open, hungry vagina? I could eat you out forever. And I do. Hours pass...and you have came in my mouth seven times, bucking wildly. Sweat coats your skin. You are nearing complete ecstasy. With each orgasm, you climb higher and higher. You are no longer on this plane—you are flying amongst the clouds.
Finally, you can take it no longer. You pull on my mammoth, throbbing cock and slide it into you. My goddess—you are so wet. I enter your secret cavern. It takes some patience because I am so big, but you are eager for me. And by now, you will do whatever it takes to draw me fully inside of you.
It can’t all fit—two thirds of the way down and I feel myself pressing against the end of your channel. Ever so slowly, tantalizing you, teasing you, I begin to slide. I massage you from the insides now. I can see the head of my cock moving your belly from within. If I were somehow able to fully move inside you—my dickhead would reach your heart. That image makes me even harder, even more swollen.
I knead your breasts. I cradle you in my strong arms—and support your entire body—fucking you from standing. You slide so light and easily up and down my shaft time after time. We share each other’s energy. Our chakras mingle and mix—and together we become something so much more than human.
It takes only moments before I feel you coming again—you’re thrashing uncontrollably, but my big arms hold you, squeeze you tight. I feel you clench and release as you squirt against my torso. Fuck, girl. It turns me on so much knowing that I have this power over you. Do your other lovers make you feel this way? I hope everyone makes you feel this way. You deserve to come like this every moment of every day. You are divine—you ought to feel all the pleasure creation can offer.
We fuck for hours—I stay hard the whole time. Orgasm after orgasm, I roll with you—staying tumescent throughout. Finally, when it seems like you’ve had more than a few dozen, you ask me to come inside you. Answering your plea, I let loose. My cum cannon spews spurt after spurt of hot, gooey liquid. I come so much that it is quickly pouring out of you in wet globs, splattering everywhere. Fuck, babe. Do you know how much you turn me on? There must be a a few glasses-full of love juices beneath us. You make me cum buckets.
Still I’m hard. I keep thrusting, but swivel my body around so I can now lick our love juices off the mat below. I drink in the product of our love-making—and damn, is it delicious. I wish I could have this every morning for breakfast. You’re coming again...and I’m still thrusting. Does this need to ever stop? I think not.
Still inside you, I carry you to the bathtub. I lower us in together—still embraced. My cock encircled by your flesh, your pussy steaming. Into the milky waters we bathe—I rub oil into your skin. I scrub you with coarse sugar. I press fragrances into your palms and back. Roses float on the surface.
We hold each other for some time. You thank me—I bless you. We are one. You ask if I will be back tomorrow? I say, “Of course.” I worship and adore you.
And so it is.