Yes, my snogs are late, because I like to lay on the couch on Sunday morning, read the paper, drink tea, and snuggle with my honey, and sometimes the cat. Better late than never!
From Into the Woods
“Tell me your name first,” I asked her.
“You can call me Diara,” she said and gently pressed me down to the ground. She knelt over me and ran her hands over my face, entwined her fingers in my hair, and smoothed it gently.
“Diara, please tell me…” I started to say, but she brushed her fingers over my lips, silencing my question. With warm soft hands she stroked my face, my neck, then unzipped the zipper on the sweat suit I wore. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt a little concern about letting a stranger touch me so intimately, but it felt so very good.
She cooed with delight when my breasts were exposed. “So pretty,” she murmured. She ran her hands over them, purring with pleasure as my nipples hardened under her touch. She then leaned over further and begun to lick and suck them; I felt a stirring of desire spread through me. It had been a long time since Joe and I had had good sex. Since his shooting we had gone through the motions, but we had not engaged in the passionate lovemaking that we had always enjoyed before that. At first it was due to his lack of strength, and then lately because of my poor sleeping patterns. I didn’t realized how much I’d missed feeling the heat and desire that fiery sex can bring. Diara ran her tongue down my stomach, then pulled my pants down and off. She spread my thighs, then my outer pussy lips, then ran a finger through my slick inner lips. Damn, I was wet and hot! I watched as Diara stuck her finger in her mouth, and smiled happily.
“That’s the sweet treat I really want,” she declared, and positioned herself between my legs and proceeded to tongue my juicy honey pot. Sweet begorra that felt good! Even Joe didn’t lick me with such finesse and obvious pleasure. Diara moaned and sighed, while I writhed and whimpered on the ground. Her tongue danced on my clit, which was now hard and swollen. She inserted a strong, warm finger into my hole, then two fingers, then moved them in and out slowly and deliberately, while alternately licking and stroking my clit with her thumb. It didn’t take long for me to reach an electrifying orgasm. My back arched, I cried out loud. Diara watched with pleasure, and when I collapsed back onto the ground, panting, she again bent over my pussy and licked and sucked deeply.
“This is the very best sweet thing there is,” she murmured. It was almost too much for my sensitive clit to bear, but I didn’t stop her, she was enjoying it so much. When she was satiated, she reclined next to me, running her fingers through my hair again. I felt a deep bliss and contentment, something I had not experienced for some time. I was perfectly happy to rest there, peacefully, languidly reclining in the moss. I roused myself when Diara began to speak.
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