~ Morning Ladies - 10/27/2003 ~
by The Scribbler



MORNING LADIES 10/27/2003


the wind was blowing

in from the ocean

and this time of year

it seemed to carry

the moisture to

which managed to get

past anything that was

worn and made it

much much colder

my girl was cold so I

moved closer holding

her tight as we watched

people passing by our

hidden nook?the smell

of her hair?can set me

on fire all on its own

but when she is near

to me and I hold her

tightly?it's all I can

do to manage to not

think of what I want

to do to her?but I

know she can tell

because of that questioning

look she gets in her eyes

its no surprise to me

she understands my desire

after all this time

one look, one smile

and I fall all over again

in love with her

she takes me by

my hand and we leave

but not before a kiss

with a promise of what's

to come

making me weak?unable

to speak?she has that

gleam in her eyes?a slight

smirk on her face?touching

her forehead to mine she

whispers in a low voice

"later" I smile

so we hurry on home

both wanting, needing

each other?arriving

breathless at the door

we dash inside?clothes

hastily discarded ?she

pins me to the door with

a hot firey kiss, she parts

my legs with her thigh?already wet

she groans at the contact

I whisper into her ear "feel, what you

do to me, dear?" I bite

and lick and suck

her ear lobe?

pulling her tighter still

her body molds to mine so well

I take a dip in her mouth,

my tongue on fire

with passion? slowing myself

I slowly explore

sucking her tongue while I

rubbing her breast with my hand

making her harder?I move to

her pulse point?licking

turning her around?against

the door as I continue

to explore, my tongue

flickes her nipple

then moves away

taking my time

savoring each taste,

inhaling her smell, all of my senses

going into over load

my hand snakes between us

rubbing her curls?she

opens her legs wider

so I continue my movements

slowly I dip into her?enjoying

the feel of her wetness on my finger

I stroke her a bit then I bring her

nectar to my lips tasting each

lucious drip she grabs my hand

with a look of desire she licks

between my fingers?I clench

my legs as I'm flooding down below

aching in my need for her

our mouths hot, needy, wage

a war of lust as we both suck

needing air?pulling away nipping

her lip?her eyes darkened?with her

passion?I drop to my knees to kiss

her thighs, nibbling, licking as I

get closer to her aroma?she puts

a leg over my should as I taste her

needing more, I plunge inside

her hips thrust forward?moving

faster as I move my tongue in and out

my hands caressing her body

moving back to her breasts she

groans at losing contact

but my scorching mouth

descends upon her nipple

in a demanding way

sucking, licking, while

my fingers glide thru

her wetness and enter

in deep inside..loving

the feel of her slick

wet walls?our

passion overtakes us

as she furiously rides

my fingers..imploring

me for me?I comply

adding more as my

thumb presses against

her nub?I can feel

her start to climax

and it makes me

feel so good that

I can take my love

there?I clench in

sympathy?as she

starts to cry out

and I feel all of

her love for me

my legs won't hold anymore

so we slide down to the floor

while I cradle my love

?forever in my arms



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