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I’m closing my eyes now, but my mind’s lusty colors are so vivid. It’s quite possible that I am fantasizing in smell, sound and touch. In any event, all senses are completely engaged. The real focus of this story is on Me, but for storytelling interest and clarity, we will call ”him” Shawn. 

Shawn and I had a courtship of words that was very uplifting and intense, a poetic foreplay of sorts. That day wasn’t about words, though.

Shawn came over on a sultry afternoon, and I was eagerly awaiting his arrival. He was tanned and athletic, with his body a canvas of artistic ink. He was wearing turquoise-tinted board shorts and a crisp charcoal-colored T, which only accentuated his gorgeous body. Oh yeah, and his eyes were of the deepest aqua hue. I was wearing string-bikini-bottoms and a transparent white tank-top, sans bra of course. He shot me a knowing grin and we hugged an extremely warm hello. He discarded his T-shirt and let my eyes feast upon him. My bed was inviting and ready. We lay together for a few hunger-splashed kisses. He hovered over me, with his eyes closed, kissing and licking my lips. I fought the urge to close my eyes.  I craved that visual exploration. His shoulder muscles were incredible. The sight of his trapezius muscles made me squirm in delight. Such a sexy spot on a man, don’t you think? A light sheet of sweat began to form on his now glistening perfection. Shawn had an agenda with his kissing strategies. He gently removed my top as though he were taking a bow. I was applauding quietly to myself, even though the show had only just begun! His kiss then swiftly moved to my neck, at which time he nibbled just a bit. He knew I liked a little biting and spanking. He whispered hot breath into my ear, but I didn’t hear a thing. Maybe it was profound? I was in another plane. The sensations were roller-coaster worthy, as my insides became lustfully tense. His kisses were the perfect combination of pressure and tickle. He kissed my shoulders and chest, and he masterfully lingered at my breasts. First one, then the other, being careful not to neglect either, and then he tasted both breasts simultaneously!! How did he do that? He had mad skills. He pressed his swollen cock against my body, knowing this would make me wild with desire.  Every inch of him was titillating as I imagined his throbbing dimensions inside me.  I emulated his surges. Although I enjoyed the light barrier of clothing between us, in one graceful swoop he removed my bottoms.  His shorts remained in place, but his pleasure bulged beneath them.