My Wet Muse
Romance
2005-10-31
Smiling, I kiss my way down your perfect torso, pausing to play with your navel. Flicking my tongue around the edges, and a little bit inside, I give you a hint of what is to come. I smile and look up at you. Your hair is hanging down as you look down at me. With a little smile, you run your fingers through my wet hair, and give me a little push downward. I smile even bigger, and begin to unbutton your shorts. I kiss each centimeter of skin as it is exposed, and pull your shorts and panties down with one steady motion. You step out with one leg, and give them a little kick to the side. Looking back up, I notice a slightly naughty smile crossing your lips. I run my hands up the sides of your leg, the cool water reducing friction on your perfect skin. As I near your hips, one hand runs over your delicately curved hip, while the other traces a path up your inner thigh, and through your perfectly trimmed little patch. The heat emanating from the area is intense! I stand the rest of the way up, allowing my tongue to trace a path up your body, and over one breast. I want to linger there, perhaps give it a little nip, but I continue upwards, over your collarbone, up your neck, and past your ear. The rain continues to pour over your naked, erotically wet, and perfectly shaped body. I step back, and remove my shirt. My nipples are hard, too, and from the bulge you see in my jeans, you know that they’re not the only hard thing I’ve got.
2005-10-31
Smiling, I kiss my way down your perfect torso, pausing to play with your navel. Flicking my tongue around the edges, and a little bit inside, I give you a hint of what is to come. I smile and look up at you. Your hair is hanging down as you look down at me. With a little smile, you run your fingers through my wet hair, and give me a little push downward. I smile even bigger, and begin to unbutton your shorts. I kiss each centimeter of skin as it is exposed, and pull your shorts and panties down with one steady motion. You step out with one leg, and give them a little kick to the side. Looking back up, I notice a slightly naughty smile crossing your lips. I run my hands up the sides of your leg, the cool water reducing friction on your perfect skin. As I near your hips, one hand runs over your delicately curved hip, while the other traces a path up your inner thigh, and through your perfectly trimmed little patch. The heat emanating from the area is intense! I stand the rest of the way up, allowing my tongue to trace a path up your body, and over one breast. I want to linger there, perhaps give it a little nip, but I continue upwards, over your collarbone, up your neck, and past your ear. The rain continues to pour over your naked, erotically wet, and perfectly shaped body. I step back, and remove my shirt. My nipples are hard, too, and from the bulge you see in my jeans, you know that they’re not the only hard thing I’ve got.
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