1. The Purity of Our Love


    Date: 11/11/2015, Categories: Diary, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Romance, Author: LaceyChains, Rating: 92.6, Source: sexstories.com

    What is it like to be in love? That's a question asked by poets and sages throughout time. Yet for me the answer is as simple as watching the sun rise. It is the smile I have when I awaken in the morning and find you laying peacefully at my side. It's the indescribably comfortable feeling of your arms embracing me as you sleep. It is the soft and subtle cadence of your breath, and the warmth of your body next to mine. It is the feeling of safety I have in your presence and the amazing certainty that your feelings for me are as true and honest as those I feel for you. My sweet and amazing man, there has never been anything in my life that grants me the peace and happiness I feel when I rest in your arms. You cannot imagine the joy I feel when I touch you. My hand is such a small and delicate thing, yet somehow its merest caress sets your powerful body alight. I watch in awe as your love and desire for me transform your physical being into something even more profound. I hold your manhood in my hand and feel it come alive, growing and thickening until my fingers can barely contain its girth. Watching you become erect is just... magical. Baby, feeling you become hard for me, and seeing the way your body responds to my slightest touch, fills me with joy. I must confess, it also gives me more than a small bit of naughty anticipation. I feel the heat of your arousal as you begin to pulse and throb in my hand, and then a drop of translucent sweetness appears at your very tip... My ...
    God, it’s so beautiful to see. I rub my thumb over it, glossing your tumescent crown with the glistening ambrosia of your essence. My hand moves up and down your rigid length, twisting slightly as it rises and falls. I feel your hands caressing my body, giving me silent encouragement to continue my torturous play. Knowing your powerful body is under my control in this moment makes me smile. I see your eyes close in pleasure, and your body becomes supine and relaxed. You seem so quiescent, yet underneath, your strength and furious passion grow. It is the conflict of inner peace and wild arousal that creates the storm within you, and it is I who control the tempest. It truly makes me blush to tell you how wet that makes me. I am drawn nearer to the center of your storm and when I engulf the hot skin of your cock with the succulent wetness of my mouth, I hear you groan in loving approval. I feel the tremors run through your body, and I smile secretly around your shaft. By all accounts, I am a shy and demure woman, an innocent if playful girl by anyone’s reckoning. Yet, at this moment, I willingly become yours and yours alone. I suck your glorious cock farther into the warm wetness my mouth, inviting it into the paradise of my throat. I feel your hands upon my head, guiding me down, but always keeping your true strength at bay. You urge me to please you, but allow me to choose my own time to do so. By this time your cock has become so big I struggle to conquer the beast. Wet lines ...
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