I can see the desperation in your eyes, feel the heat in your loins and perceive the hesitation of your tongue. On the one hand you don’t want this spell to be broken; on the other you want me to take the initiative. I, however, can have no such recourse to ambiguity. My hardness is oh-so-prominent; it’s telling you lots more than words can ever do. You are just looking into the unabashed, shameless lust in my eyes and are rubbing your entire body against mine. Like that classic snake wriggle! Your fabric is bunched up one side of the shoulder; your breasts are barely being contained by the translucent skin of the fabric. Your nipples are jutting hard, wet and bloody. You bend your knees and place your midriff against my crotch. You are holding me tight with your arms behind my neck and are trying to vigorously grind your hips against mine. Your nipples are brushing against the fabric of my jacket and that teases you more. They are getting harder and are almost aching with the need to be chewed on.

Suddenly you get up and take my tie off in one swift motion and place it around your neck. You start unbuttoning my shirt. Three buttons down you spread the shirt apart and place both your palms on my chest. You just hold them there for a moment, without moving, with only a smile in your eyes looking into mine. Then you start rubbing your palms all over the front of my torso, playing with my hair, twisting it around your nails and scratching me lightly on my skin, tangling and untangling the tendrils of my grey chest hair. Your hands are moving towards my nipples and my mouth feels very dry. I’m breathing hard too, looking at you and almost thought-compelling you to squeeze my nipples, but before you reach, I say,

“OK, babe, now it’s my turn. Let’s have the last round of wine.”

I’ve removed my jacket; my shirt is open, the front it is slightly stained with the burgundy of the wine. Before I pick the bottle up, you tug at my shirt so that the sleeves are now off, my shirt is now on the floor, my tie is around your neck, and you are a sight to behold! While I pour the wine into the glasses, you kick off your shoes, to get out of the heels. Your eyes are wild with the excitement of what’s to come now. You know I have something in mind and you are both, partly nervous with excitement and partly eagerly anticipating the fate in store. You are almost feral.

Boy, you’re lit tonight, and it’s written all over you, on your face, your eyes and your body.

Now imagine this scene: The candles in the four corners are flickering away to glory at their peak, throwing patterns of light and shadow all over the room. Your hair is lit from behind. Your upper body is glowing with the warm amber of the candles that reflect against the burgundy of the wine on your skin. Your back looks as if it’s lit up on its own. While your eyes are smoldering with more light and passion and with each breath you take your entire breast heaves up, jutting the nipples even further out, Babe, you are emanating a primal feline lust of a woman.

Just as I turn with the glasses, you say, “I feel all sticky.” I just look at you, take a step to the ice pail and pick up two ice cubes in my hand. While placing the wine glasses on the mantle, I say, “You’ll drink this wine when and how I ask you to. OK? No exceptions till I ask you to. You just smile and go “Hmmmm”. I take the cubes and start rubbing them over your body to wash away the wine stickiness. Everywhere the cold touches you, you shiver, and the ice melts fast. You see what’s happening, grabbing my hands; you force them to press harder against your flesh with the ice cubes. You take my palm to your navel and vigorously push the cube inside almost in a coitus motion. Your head is thrown back; you’re positively growling a primal mating cry that hits me where it ought to. I then start rubbing the cubes around your aureole and proceed to press your nipples against it, they almost flicker with the solidity of the fast-melting ice cubes. Your growl has now turned into an incoherent chant, “OJeff OJeff OJeff OJeff…”

Suddenly you grab my hands at your breasts and start forcing them to slide down your body, rubbing them entirely around your mid-riff, you wriggle a bit, as you push my hand down your hips. “Just rub the ice, Darling,” you whisper with a deep growl and press your hips further against my disappearing hands.

I can feel the pearl string around your waist and on your abdomen and the thin elastic of your thong. The fabric is netty, and you are smooth, way too sexily smooth. Its warm there, the ice cube is all over you, rubbing against the smoothness of your pubis, wetting the thong, the sensation seeping through the net on to your skin, to the petal folds of your vagina, your absolutely glorious, gorgeous pussy . “I want to see you,” I barely whisper in your ear, “O baby, Thank you so much, I just adore the feel. But let me feast on you, my darling, feast with my eyes first,” I beg and complain.

“But wait, let me toast you, woman, toast you for the woman you are and toast the beauty there in both within and without.” I sound totally lovesick right now and drunken the way only lovers can in the heat of the passion. It sure pleases you and you go “Yessss baby; I’m all yours now, maul me, tease me, abuse me, love me, kiss me and yes, fuck me Jeff,” you almost scream out the last phrase. I bend down, hold your waist and sit you down on the bed. I sit on the carpeted floor of the room and lift one of your legs by the calf. I press your toes and poke the sole of your feet. I rub my fingertips on the joints of each toe meeting the feet, rubbing them around the toes and its’ insides sensuously, as I look you into your eyes and just whisper, “Yes, Darling, I’m gonna make love to you like only I can,” a smiling reference to my leit motif. “ I’m gonna make love to you like poets often do, I’m gonna love you like an artist, and I am gonna worship your body like a devout.”

Its almost like you are cumming by my words. You catch hold of my nipples and squeeze them hard. I growl, “Harder”. You add the pressure. “Harder,” I say. You are turning them now. “Harder my love.” I say louder. “Bite them, draw your first blood, babe.” I too am on the verge of screaming. You are totally turned on by this. You scrape my nipples and the area around them with your nails, digging them hard into my flesh, and I howl, “Oh, yeah, babe, harder…”

I dip your toes into a glass of wine and start licking the wine from your toes. I suckle your wine-dipped toes like a baby. I take the entire first toe in my mouth and then slowly turn it around inside, pressing my teeth against the inside flesh, licking your nails and the sensitive area around the sides. I do the same to each one of them. Then I take all your five toes together inside my mouth and clamp on them with my teeth firmly but softly. The lower set of teeth is scraping the inside of those toes and the front of the sole. They are almost nibbling and scraping roughly. You are in seventh heaven. Your two arms are resting on the bed, your naked breasts protrude out, your leg is in my hand and you are ecstatic making incoherent gurgling sounds.

I turn you around, holding your feet and pull your dress further up. Your legs are smooth, and glowing. Your calves and the back of your knees are now facing me. You are lying face down on the bed and squeezing the bed sheets. I bend your knee a little and begin to pour wine from the glass into the hollow at the back of your knees. Rubbing the area, I wet it with my fingers and draw a trail down your calf muscles, down to your ankles. I start licking and pouring more wine. Your calf muscles are absolutely perfect. I pay special attention to the back of your knees. My tongue and my lips are playing havoc with you once again. You never even knew such erogenous zones existed in your body and that they would give you so much pleasure. You are almost dry-humping the bed with your hips. Your palms are squeezing the bed sheet beyond recognition. You are only whimpering now. I give the same treatment to both your feet, both your shins, both your calves and the back of the knees. You are wanton by now.

I try to raise your dress further up, but you will have none of it anymore. You start rolling on the bed, round and round you go and your wrap-around dress is being untangled. You have wrapped the dress around a string that you have surreptitiously taken out. As each fold of the dress unrolls, I can see the glow of your thighs, the back of your thighs and there, I just had a glimpse of the thong string disappearing into your bottom.

The dress is completely spread on the bed by now. Crumpled, uneven and squeezed like the way you want to feel. You are in your netted thong. It’s white in color. You are shaved smooth. There’s just a dash of shyness in you but the pure unadulterated lust of love in my eyes for you emboldens you. You snap your knees a couple of times to tease me. I just catch hold of both your knees, spread them apart, holding one down with one of my legs, as I pour the wine down an inner thigh. Your thighs are quivering with anticipation or the wetness. This time I don’t even lick it. I just sweep down and rub my chest against your thigh, where the wine was spilled. I rub my chest vigorously against your thigh, and you are trying to raise your hips so that your thong rubs against my chest.

Soon you’re asking me to make love to you. I then slowly take your thong away from your body, leaving you in total naked splendour. I lift you up in my lap, take you in front of the mirror and make you watch yourself. I am holding you from your back, facing the mirror, and I am whispering in your ear, “Babe, look at you. Look at how beautiful you are. Look at your gorgeous body. Look at the love in my eyes for you. Doesn’t that make you feel beautiful and loved and wanted? Yes Shuch, I want you so bad, I want you in me, I want to taste and relish and savour this goddess of a body to my heart’s content. I want to drink you, I want to taste your nakedness, I want to lick you up, I want to explore inside you at places where no man has ventured to tread. I want to love you, worship you, kiss you, be one with you tonight, darling?. Please accept me, my darling,” I entreat.

You have tears in your eyes. You seem choked. You just gulp a couple of breaths and nod your head vigorously saying, “Yes, yes, do all that and more to me my darling. I’m yours, all yours, make love to me baby, lick me. Lick me darling, Lick me hard. Make me cum, Jeff, please drink me up. Gawd, I’m so sexed up right now with you darling, I could never let you go.”

I first run my palms over your shaved crotch. There are droplets of dampness that are glistening on your naked, smooth pussy. I rub my lips over your crotch first, “Mmmm, gawd, it feels so smooth and lovely. My own little paradise on your body.” I murmur. You hear it and press my head down further and tighter to your crotch and say, “Gawd my baby, what a beautiful thing to say!”

That’s when I decide to pour some wine over your crotch and lick its way in to your vagina. I let the wine soak in and then unfurl the petals of your cunt. They are deep red, wet and slushy with pre-cum. I have found my heaven. I dart my tongue inside licking the full damned thing with the full body of my tongue starting from the bottom of your cunt right up to the top, pushing my entire tongue against all the folds of the walls. You do a sharp “Whoosh” and it seems as if your breath is stuck halfway through. You can’t speak a word and as you raise your hips off the bed, forcing your entire hip on to my tongue and face. While I lick you, I growl and the sound gets louder and louder. You too started growling in unison, OOOOOOOOOO yyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssss,” you cry.

Without missing a beat or even raising my eyes, I empty the first glass of wine (whatever is left after the outpourings on your luminous legs) on your pudenda, letting it pour down to your vagina My lips, my tongue, my entire face are all inside you, probing deeper and deeper with my tongue. Your words of encouragement and passion egging me on, as you thrust your womanhood harder and harder against my face. At one point, I use my teeth in chewing your insides out, small, tiny nibbles all over the inside flesh. You go berserk, babe. Amid chants of “YESSSSSSSSSS.” you started screaming, “I’m cumming Jeff, Omigod, this has never happened, I’m cumming my darling, YESSSS, YESSSS, DEEPER, HARDER, YESSSS, you are simply egging me on. In the heat of the moment, I take a few abandoned rivulets of wine mixing with your juice and your cum, collecting them on my tongue and slide further down, raising your hips just a nudge with both my hands. I trail that mix from your pussy to your rear hole. I let it rim your butthole, rubbing it all over your bottom, my hands massage the flesh of your bottom cheeks and then suddenly with my saliva and the wine-cum mix around the rim, I plunge my tongue deep inside your butt.

My darling Muse-n-aphrodite-n-Goddess—n-Shuch, You truly went bazooka this time. You screamed your lungs out, “OMIGAWD, I’VE COME AGAIN. OMIJEFF OMIDARLING, YOU HAVE MADE ME COME TWICE WITHOUT EVEN MAKING LOVE TO ME… OMIGOD... WHAT A LOVER YOU ARE, MY DARLING…”

I come up for air and you sit up to just hold me close and whisper very softly and very sensuously, “NOW buster, I’m gonna make love to you. That last glass of wine still left is mine to do as I please, right? You just finished your own glass. Now its my turn. And what’s this doing out here… First, let me send your pants to oblivion, mah darling…”

Your hands just whisk out the belt with a flourish and you are now undoing the buttons. I am hard and howl. You feel the hardness through the fabric of my trousers and go, Yummmmmmmmm, my God, you feel so hard darling. “I am, my love,” I say.


SERPENT WRAP
September 2010

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