Roksi loves to kiss.
Those of you that have been fortunate enough to spend time with her are probably rolling your eyes right now. Loves to kiss? Sure, buddy. Water is wet too. The sun is bright, don't look right at it. Death and taxes are the only things that are certain in this life.
But hear me out for a minute. She loves to kiss, and so do I. But there is more to kissing than the mere contact of lips, the brush of one tongue with another. It's also the savoring of the experience. A lingering merest brush of the lips, as I stroke her neck and the small of her back with my fingertips. It's my reluctantly closing my eyes from those beautiful orbs and letting my other senses take over as I feel her warmth, smell her heavenly perfume. It's giving as well as taking, taking the time to learn what this beautiful near-stranger enjoys. It's joking with her, making her laugh. She loves to talk dirty while smiling coyly, you know. But my unexpected straight-faced suggestion that I do something that went far beyond her boundaries made her eyes go wide as she bellowed an off-guarded laugh. And I laughed too, to let her know that it was all a joke. Mostly.
Perhaps it was then, that our foreplay began in earnest. Our kisses and caresses were the preliminaries to both of us letting our guard down, becoming just a little bit more real with each other. Our kisses had more depth, became more tender. I left a trail of kisses to her nipples, first one, then the other, hardening to my touch. I kissed past her slim, taut belly, and up the rise of her mons Venus. I reached my goal and I kissed. And licked. And savored. I took my time, I had plenty of it. And I was rewarded by a soft cry, Roksi's face twisting in sweet agony as her thighs gripped my head. Her face and neck were bright red. There was no need for any pretense today, and we both knew it.
I rose, my face wet. She wrapped around me and we kissed. Tenderly, like before, but there was a difference. Because it was then, that we were truly naked to each other. I thought we would keep kissing for a while, but Roksi had other ideas. She laid me on my back, and kneeled between my thighs. She had a mischievous glance up at me, watching my reaction as she took me in her mouth. As if I would complain. As if.
There were so many moments etched in my memory from that day. I loved watching her riding me cowgirl, her breasts bouncing in time, her panting with breath. More time kneeling between her thighs, those sweet lips gasping for breath as her face flushed even redder. Those memories will have to do. They will be all I have, until she comes to town next.
As I was leaving, she asked me if I would miss her. I smiled wryly. I told her I would. But I like to think, that she would miss me a little too. Just a little. Because dreaming about the next time? Why, that's foreplay too.
Those of you that have been fortunate enough to spend time with her are probably rolling your eyes right now. Loves to kiss? Sure, buddy. Water is wet too. The sun is bright, don't look right at it. Death and taxes are the only things that are certain in this life.
But hear me out for a minute. She loves to kiss, and so do I. But there is more to kissing than the mere contact of lips, the brush of one tongue with another. It's also the savoring of the experience. A lingering merest brush of the lips, as I stroke her neck and the small of her back with my fingertips. It's my reluctantly closing my eyes from those beautiful orbs and letting my other senses take over as I feel her warmth, smell her heavenly perfume. It's giving as well as taking, taking the time to learn what this beautiful near-stranger enjoys. It's joking with her, making her laugh. She loves to talk dirty while smiling coyly, you know. But my unexpected straight-faced suggestion that I do something that went far beyond her boundaries made her eyes go wide as she bellowed an off-guarded laugh. And I laughed too, to let her know that it was all a joke. Mostly.
Perhaps it was then, that our foreplay began in earnest. Our kisses and caresses were the preliminaries to both of us letting our guard down, becoming just a little bit more real with each other. Our kisses had more depth, became more tender. I left a trail of kisses to her nipples, first one, then the other, hardening to my touch. I kissed past her slim, taut belly, and up the rise of her mons Venus. I reached my goal and I kissed. And licked. And savored. I took my time, I had plenty of it. And I was rewarded by a soft cry, Roksi's face twisting in sweet agony as her thighs gripped my head. Her face and neck were bright red. There was no need for any pretense today, and we both knew it.
I rose, my face wet. She wrapped around me and we kissed. Tenderly, like before, but there was a difference. Because it was then, that we were truly naked to each other. I thought we would keep kissing for a while, but Roksi had other ideas. She laid me on my back, and kneeled between my thighs. She had a mischievous glance up at me, watching my reaction as she took me in her mouth. As if I would complain. As if.
There were so many moments etched in my memory from that day. I loved watching her riding me cowgirl, her breasts bouncing in time, her panting with breath. More time kneeling between her thighs, those sweet lips gasping for breath as her face flushed even redder. Those memories will have to do. They will be all I have, until she comes to town next.
As I was leaving, she asked me if I would miss her. I smiled wryly. I told her I would. But I like to think, that she would miss me a little too. Just a little. Because dreaming about the next time? Why, that's foreplay too.