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If my man had to be described in one word it would be ‘sohothemakesmypantiesdropjustbythethoughtofthethingshewantstodotome.’ Yeah that’s right!

Like the fourth of July David had been celebrating me like he never had before. Popping up with sweet treats, sending the freshest and most beautiful flowers at my work desk. He’s been putting in the work.

Saturday.

Dinner Night.

I’m clad in the hottest frock you can imagine and after 3 glasses of that good good wine David and I were head over heels, pulsating, barely able to keep our hands off each other long enough to get to the car.

My nipples, as sharp as a pencil for first period and D’s, ‘Chief’ was as excited as a lucky little school boy.



He sped through traffic, frantically running all the red lights, gliding his broad hands between my firm thighs, breathing deeply and gazing steadily into my timid yet widened eyes.

I wanted him- THERE!
It’s back to his place and he teases me by making me sit outside,

Alone.
With my wet,
Smooth
Palms …

Time’s a tickin, and I’m a missin his warm and wet kisses … Oh David take me now.

But shhh … mum and dad is home!

Quietly, quickly,
I slid and slipped through the dark hallways of his place …
‘shhhh, I have something I want to show you!’



And just like that, DD lay me out like brand new sheets,
Pressed up on me like the air he breaths,
Sucked and nibbled at every sweet part of me, slid his sweet tongue all over me,



slippery, interestingly,
Fitting perfectly,
Precise like geometry,
Making my spine shiver,
He went further,
I murmured ….
'TAKE ALL OF ME!'

...

Things have been like a roller coaster for Simone lately. Work was a drag, friends were a pain, bills were a bitch and loneliness was at her doorsteps every night. Gone were the days of light- heartedly flashing a winning smile and a flash of her cleavage across the crowded room; everyone was taken, it was summer time.

Things may not have been going her way but all it took was being at the not-so-right place at the oh- so- right time, Violas, in the busy uptown area. The place wasn't quite the glam spot for finding potential dates but it was best suited for her crappy Friday night. As she sat and took in everything in the room she couldn't help but think of how pathetic her love life had been for such a long time. She wallowed in her misery, hung her head slightly, wandered off mentally to places only her seemed to exist; until Stephen walked in.

Tall. Dapper. Straight up. Hot!

As he entered the room their eyes met; it was an instant connection. Simone could feel something leap inside her, it felt like the first time she layed eyes on a man. After fifteen minutes of periodically glancing at each other across the room he joined her ....



His hand took hers, gently ... caressing her cheeks and folding himself over her ... closing in on her aching chest. He'd held the sides of her cheeks, pressed gently and smoothly glided over the corners of her orifice ... lathered up a delectable delight on her bottom lip and pressed his forehead against hers. With that, he took her further, to a place, only they existed.

He breathed long and took her back in each time. She felt caught up, nothing could stop them now. He held the arches of her back, pulled her in a little closer and nibbled on her ear. She quivered in the dim light. With little chit chat, she'd sworn they'd be caught. No time for thinking of that now.

He undressed her with his mouth, easily connecting with every aching part of her body; making his way from one part of her origin to the next.



He hoisted her in the air, perching her right above his temple, devouring her every inch. Firmly clasping his hands to the ends of her ribs, allowing his tongue to roam like a lost pup in the Woods ...

his wood guided her to places she's never seen.

Her wine glass falleth over ... her fingers shaketh uncontrollably ... her nails dug deep into the wooden table tops ... on top ... she'd taken him for herself. No one could ruin this for her.



He gently placed her on her side, hoisted her left leg, gloved her from behind like he would on a cold winter night, relished in her ear and grooved his way to her trembling bones, her tightened lips ... her everything ... she'd been gone far too long without something like this ...

'Hi, my name is Stephen. Pardon me for staring, you're just so beautiful. Would you like a drink?'

Simone left home for a trip with her family while Marcus stayed home to do the usual. You know, work, take care of the bills, watch endless amounts of TV and not watch the plants because he could care less.

Since their last encounter (SexChronicles1- Cook your way to my thighs) the two haven't been getting themselves in much 'foreplay' so this trip was a true tester of their ties to one another.

Can they handle it?



The first night away seemed bearable for the frisky miss but she couldn't get her mind off dear Marcus. His strong arms, charming smile, chiseled abs, contoured biceps ... he was close to perfection.

As she dosed off after the family went to bed she thought about the way he kissed her. Precise! A few pecks then in for goal! Head drawn back, shoulders relaxed, bodies as close as they can be, a tug at the bottom lip as he plunges himself in her orifice ... this

was going to be hard ...



Touch me Beneath the stars, over the mountains, across the seas ...
remind me of your courage and your power to make me weak in the knees ...
blow kisses across the land and through the walls ...
squeeze your favorite parts and make your call ... I need you next to me



but he wasn't there ...
no where in sight to please her like she's never been before.

She wondered what he's been thinking about while she was gone. Did he miss her tender, subtle ... 'twins?'
Did he miss the graze of her skin? Did he miss the grip of her fragile arms? and what about the moan in her yearning voice ?





We'll find out next time

Simone has been depriving herself from the good ole ‘Magic Wand’ for some time now; and by Magic Wand I’m talking about the one that can cast the sexiest spell; throw your back out and cringe your darling little toes. She’s been huffin and puffin, moanin and groanin, cussin and well you know all that b.s …

Recently Marcus has been warming up to the weary SlimSimone and offered some down time conversation when he couldn't’t sleep at night. Seems like he needed some attention himself. Out of his good heart he offered to whip up something tasty for the little Simone; Shrimp scallops, smooth pasta, mixed vegs clothed by tender pieces of steak with a side of glistening red wine. Mmm Mmmm, hard breathing and wandering eyes filled the room to its brim; overflowing with aching bodies and silences that rings loud in the ear.

He whips out his knife and slices, kneed, flick a wrist and ignite the range, draw back and retrieve his favorite spices, run over to the bedroom and change into something more comfortable.

‘Dinner’s ready!’

Just like that, in an instant she is infused by flavors that awaken her taste buds, wrapped by the aroma of lust and craze, tickled by pushy desires and wanton.

They enter the kitchen in an attempt to clean the dishes but little did Marcus know Simone wanted to clean her dirty little mind.

They stand facing each other. He holds her hand. She shows him scars from it being broken at some point in her life. He works his way against the surface. He leans in … they kiss.

On the counter, with her pink tank top somewhere along the tiles as he cups her peach like cups in the center of his palms. He kisses her deeply; she leans in intently, keenly. He holds her tightly.
He caged her into his arms and carried her away to his bedroom, stripped her of her garments and lay her to await the most sensual touches she’s ever felt.


Gently he rubs the arches of her fragile back, kisses her long and hard on her trembling neck. Gently rest himself between her elongated legs and dances to her seductive tunes.

She smiles.

He goes in, this time with his arms securely behind her head, molding himself to fit her grooves ...

Dancing around the bed, she ends up on top, twisting and turning like she never have before … breaking out of her skin and freeing all inhibitions …
She whispers gently, breathes easily, pounce

Hold aggressively

Then suddenly

She whispers in his ear: ‘the warmth of your body sooths me, I can’t grab a hold of myself ….’