looking at him she new he was going to be trouble, but then again she loved trouble.

'trouble' had always been his middle name, ever since the incident at school with the french teacher, the KY and the baguette

<ROTFLMAO> the baguette tasted wonderful but that is not what she had in mind when he offerred her breakfast in bed

breakfast in bed consisted of his tongue lapping at her lips, moving it in small circles easing between the puffy outer lips getting deeper with each stroke. Whilst he pushed his face harder into the centre of her sex his hands moved over her thighs and gripped her hips pulling her to him. She starts to moan and wriggle as he increases the pace of licking but she is held firmly in her hands, his tongue driving deeper and faster into her, juices start to run over his chin as he presses his top lip against her clit crushing it to the pubic bone

he presses his top lip against her clit crushing it to the pubic bone
while she reaches down to play with his hair. Whimpering softly, she begs him to fuck her. He slowly moves upward trailing little kisses along her body til he reaches her face. He lightly runs his tongue across her parted lips, as he teases her with his cock which he rubs at her entrance.

entrance to her pussy was something he had sought for a long time, now the time was here, slowly at first he eased the swollen tip between her freshly moistened lips, it felt so good as he slipped in deeper, pushing harder with his hips, driving every last inch of his erection into her warm enveloping tunnel, he paused momentarily as their bodies crushed together, then he started to withdraw, just as slowly until the only contact between them was the tip of his cock nestling in the pink folds of her outer lips

lips remained pressed against his throbbing cock. He plunged into her again, firmly in one stroke. His urgency caused him to groan, as he felt his cock being surrounded by her tight, hot pussy. He began the rhythmic dance that caused them both to writhe in a single syncopated motion.

motion and rhythm, together they rode towards the climax they both sought so much, his cock pistoning in and out as she writhed under him, her hips bucking upwards to meet his downward stroke, he grasped her wrists pinning her down as the volcanic eruption of hot fluid started at the base of his spine, every muscle in his legs contracted as the wave of pleasure swept up through his body, each fresh ejaculation sending warm jets of cum cascading against her furthermost inner walls

her furthermost inner walls spasmed as she felt his warm cum spurt inside her. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as her pleasure reached its peak and she ground down on his throbbing cock. She felt her own orgasmic wave begin and called out his name repeatedly. He continued to stroke her deeply as she shuddered through her climax.

her climax subsided as she felt her body relax, above her he too melted, his chest crushing her breasts as he pulled her to him, "Mmmm that was sooo good, can we do it again now?"

"now ?" she querried, completely amazed by this man's ability to please her repeatedly without fail.

without fail he was always turned on by her presence, the curve of her neck, a lift in her words or the scent of her perfume on the breeze

the breeze blew her hair gently about her face and she smiled, thinking of how his words touched her heart and his lips touched her skin.

his lips touched her skin, setting it on fire with his warm breath, in her state of fulfilment each nerve ending was aching for his attention

his attention was divided between the two lovely women both eager to be his muse

(a) muse (d) by her comments he was more than eager to attempt to please both

both ladies were enamored by his lingual talents and his ability to reach their innermost desires

their innermost desires were always foremost in his mind as he captivated them with his cunning lingual talents and social intercourse

intercourse was only one of the many devious plans she had come up with to corrupt him

him: a tall green eyed innocent. her: a voracious predator whose plot to twist him to her bidding was continuing apace

continuing apace she first lured him to her lair by promising him all he desired

he desired a 6ft mute red-headed female nymphomaniac that owned a brewery and drove an Aston Martin

Aston Martin is next door neighbor's, red-headed female nympho I can do but you got me on the 6ft., mute, and brewery part..... shouldn't she be able to suck like a Hoover as well? :D

well? Hoover is OK but any girl that can mimic the dual cyclone power of a Dyson goes straight to the top of my christmas card list

<list your 5 favorite playwrights? I know this is not the place but I just remembered you quoted from Alcestis and I keep forgetting I want to ask you..........>back to game<
christmas card list included all of his past lovers. He got a paper cut on his tongue from licking so many stamps.:D

licking so many stamps had made his tongue extemely pliable and the added bonus of being able to breath through his ears made him a hit with all the ladies ~weg~

(where do you require the answer to the question?)

all the ladies appreciated his ability to turn them into quivering masses
<I prefer it whispered in my ear but you can PM me;)>

masses of pink blancmange spread over a writhing body then licked clean with long strokes of the flat of his tongue was how he prefered to eat his dessert

dessert would be on her this evening but she would let him pick up the tab for dinner

for dinner he had planned a young game bird, with an organic stuffing and no dressing

dressing gown was discarded as the night air was warm and moist upon her skin. She slept fitfully, covering and then uncovering herself with a thin cotton sheet trying to remain cool.

cool as a cucumber he slipped in through the open window, his green eyes flashing around the room searching for valuables, then his eyes fell on the outline of her body barely covered and glowing ivory in the moonlight

in the moonlight the tiny beads of sweat that had collected upon her skin glistened. The wind blew past her open curtain and gently acrossed her sleeping form. He noticed her skin ripple with goosebumps and her nipples become erect.

erect hairs on the back of his neck bristled as he watched her stir, all thoughts of jewellry had long since disappeared from his mind as she became his new treasure

treasure this fantasy, I so do...one of my all time faves! Will she wake up and submit or will he take her by force?

force(d) by fatigue to drift away, he is sure to return

return and face the music

music played softly in the distance but all he could he was his own heart pounding

pounding waves crashing against the rocks, provided the rhythm for the symphony of passion their bodies were creating

creating sexual tension was her specialty, releasing it, his