He played and I sang - then we'd kiss. We did this
over and over again until the wine and exhaustion finally took hold and we started singing "....two sexy people by dawns early light and way too horny to say goodnight."
After the umpteenth time of doing this I felt him pick me up and put me back in the chair. Startled I woke up and asked:
"Where are you going Hoagy."
He shushed me up and told me he was going in the other room and would be right
back to get me.
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Hoagy was definitely filling me up fast with a new lease on life totally free from all I had been resisting. Still getting good from a source outside myself besides God Almighty was a scary thought.
I have always had to be in control and here he was within eight hours stripping me of my biggest asset and I didn't even care.
I had become totally vulnerable. Penetrate-able.
Useable. Accepting of my physical as well as my emotional needs; the best part was that I was feeling kick-ass okay about it all whether he was around tomorrow or not.
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Soon I heard the soft thump of his Murphy Bed lower down to the carpet and his footsteps walking back. He checked my ankle and said:
"Looks like it's about the same but to be on the safe
side, I don't want you walking on it."
He wheeled me into his guest room where he gently laid me down on the bed and whispering in
my ear he murmured,
"I am going to take your clothes off and hang them
behind the door."
Finding I was enjoying every moment of my undressing
I bowed my head in silent submission. Each article of clothing he removed he said "OMG" and pressed his sweet mouth against the flesh he had unveiled as if he were a starving man saying grace before an unexpected meal.
He then reluctantly placed me between the ivory monogramed antique satin sheets and tenderly kissed me goodnight. As tired as I was, it was difficult to let him go with my hungry self still longing for the
transforming touch of his physical presence.
I soon drifted off to sleep and awoke a short time
later feeling his naked hard body holding mine -
kissing my neck and whispering in my ear:
"Babe, tell me to leave and I will. But hold me and
love me for just a little while more. I need you so badly. Tell me you love me and want me to lie next to you ____"
I couldn't have refused him if my life depended on it:
"Yes, oh please yes."
Disjointed stanzas of an old song my grandmother used to sing comes to mind and I tell Hoagy:
"Hold me close and never ever let me go. Whisper to me softly while the sweet moon glows. Come a little closer, make a love to me____"
Soon we were kissing with unbridled passion.
He gradually progressed downward to gently sip from
my knee-jerk reactive neck-most certainly with full intention to drive me stark raving mad.
I reminded myself at this point to be careful and not to move so much because of my sprained ankle. I also
cautioned myself to be careful of my heart
My body continued to take on an earthly life of its own very independent of the spiritual me. Becoming brilliantly alive in full synchronized harmony, I felt empowered from this magical combination of his sweet caresses and thirsty lips. I was glad to be alive
in this dimension and felt confident and sure of myself in this unaccustomed physical arena. I spoke up on behalf of my needs and demanded:
"Kiss me here on my neck, ohhhh yeah, there!"
He moved his warm wet kisses up to my mouth and then down again to my neck. Nestling his head between my double D 38 breasts he began feeding on my nipples with all the determination of a hungry child. I wrapped my legs around his round firm hard ass and gripping him hard I pleaded with him to let me guide his magnificent cock into my throbbing cunt:
"Please Hoagy. Put it in me, I need you in me, right
now, fill me up. Put it in me - please I need you in me. Please__"
He raised his head and murmured:
"Not yet Babe, not yet" - it feels too good - I will
cum if I do that - we don't want to cut ourselves short."
With that he changed position and told me to spread my legs - that he wanted to go down on me - taste my sweet pussy and make me cum; he guaranteed me I would love it and want more;
over and over again he hissed.
Hoagy buried his beautiful head between my thighs and breathlessly I watched while he strummed my soft warm pussy with his quick agile tongue. He played each fold of my vagina as if it were a string on a fiddle.
Over and over again he played me as I lay there helpless and completely mesmerized by his masterful performance.
Just when I felt I could stand it no longer he began to crescendo < expanding the territory of his tongue; he pushed it deeper - in and then out - back and forth with ever increasing power and precision. I felt myself beyond return and crossed over into another space another dimension. I cry his name out loud:
"Hoagy, Hoagy, my darling sweet Hoagy! I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm cumming__________"
We then lay still. Hoagy rested his head upon my big puffy pussy as if it were a little satin pillow and kissed it as an after thought every once and awhile as he rested contentedly.
The next morning I awoke to find a delicious breakfast prepared by Hoagy (just as he had promised). The calligraphy handwritten menu read:
Scrambled Eggs, Home Made Bread Toast, Crisp Bacon, Orange Juice, and Coffee combined with (1) Unlimited
Kisses (2) Harvard Crimson Daily News.
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To Be Continued: Million Dollar Baby (Part 4)
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