The silence our our want is false to what has passed between us. Lovers are forever, and lovers we are. Bound by ancient oath and tribal ritual, our celestial arranged dance is bound in the spiritual wisdom and experience of the past, future and fertile now. We flew to sublime heights, expanding my heavens and my earth. You crawled on my skin every day, licking my salty soul soaked from last night's passion. Your immersion is both intoxicating and liberating. Our ears ring in the freedom of acceptance, and recognition of our past future Lover.

In meditation this morning you came to me as I lay naked in the rarity of sunlight. Bending down you kiss me gently on the lips, and in a moment I feel your tongue, hundreds of them, tasting the whole of me and momentarily paralyzing all of me but my face where you kissed. You stand over me, and slowly lower yourself over my hunger where you communicate your wants to me telepathically as lick your folds and blossoms until your sweet nectar flows forth, filling our cups until until they overflow with our shared passsioncream.

We met on CL because he has a breast fetish.
He wanted to worship a woman's breasts, preferably large tits.

He only wanted one woman to share his fetish with, and he liked me and my 50DDs. Age didn't matter.

It was not a mother he wanted but a sensualist he could trust that would give him free reign with her breasts and respect his privacy.

We talked online for a year before he was comfortable to meet.
He demanded the utmost discretion.

His studio, a white brick cottage, is hidden by towering hedges in a small, quaint, New England city.

It is midday. It is raining. We have met again and are walking down the cobblestone path along the side of the place of our assignations, of our carnal revolutions.

I wear a white, sheer blouse, off the shoulders, with a low neckline and a short, black leather skirt. My fishnet stockings gripped by a black garter belt are visible.

He wants everything upfront with us, and I give him that on every level.

I'm also wearing a sheer bra, so my breasts and large nipples are very visible because the fabric is wet with rain.

I'm not wearing panties, his preference, and I'm wearing tall, shiny boots and a mid thigh trench coat. It is unbuttoned.

I walk in front of him, and he playfully ravages me as we walk to the door. Groping a breast, cupping my ass, grabbing my cunt as he dances around me, his erection lengthening with his exertions.

He puts his arms around me from behind, cups my breasts and holds me still against him.
I rest back into him, and arch my back, thrusting my breasts into his hands.

"Take what you need," I say.

This is my offering to him. I know how much he deeply hungers for this connection. He wrestles with his dark desires, his marriage vows but we are here in these stolen moments to give each other unbridled ecstasy.

Though I call him my lover, this has nothing to do with love but a respectful exchange to satiate primal needs that never go away completely. I am his fetish, his whore, his beyond articulation.

He has backed away more than once, and so have I.
Out of the blue, we contact each other and our passions ignite again.
He demands another picture of my breasts. He sends me a picture of his engorged cock.

He kisses my neck.
He caresses and squeeze my breasts as the gentle rain wets them and his hands.
He becomes more and more aggressive as he mauls my breasts. It's the only way to describe it. When he's deep in the zone, his hazel eyes close but when he surfaces he looks me straight in the eyes.
His are glazed.
His animal unleashed.

The xxxxx resumes its plunder and savages my breasts with sucks, bites and nips, a rash of red peppers my delicate globes.
He marks his territory well.
He gentles, kisses and pinches my nipples.
I moan.

"You want more? Harder?"

"Yes."

He pulls, twists and pinches my nipples as my moans increase.
He intermittently kisses my neck.
He puts one hand beneath my skirt and slides his fingers into my sopping wetness.
He finger fucks me to the edge of an orgasm.

He pulls them out, and sucks my juices off them.

"Inside," he says.

In your studio, your length and girth fills my throat.
Air is a luxury.
You are teaching me what you like and how you like it.
I am desirous to do so because I love your cock and the bliss it brings.
Your essence is essential to my existence, I cannot live without it creaming my cunt, my ass, my throat, my breasts.

You caress my throat to relax it, to proudly feel the bulge of your cock.
You want me to contract my throat around your erection as you slide past my gag reflex.
My eyes water with the effort.

"Do it again. Again. Again."

I become a metronome and contract my throat around your cock that I swear plumps up more.

You are thick in my throat.
You slowly withdraw.
Your cock glistens with my saliva.

"Turn over. Ass up. Show me my cunt."

I reach around to display my brown and pink folds for your perusal.

Many minutes pass as I wait for your lust to unleash your most primal self.

You plunge into me, one long penetrating stroke.
You bottom out and now become the metronome.
You fuck me like the Alpha you are.

"Say it! Say it!"

"This is your cunt, your cunt, only yours!"

How well my lover understands
my innermost fears and deep desires.

I love being fucked from behind.
It's easier to pretend not to submit,
not to admit I love your beastly ravaging, not to admit this is what I was made for, to service your Alpha cock and lusts.

If I surrender my anus to you, my last virgin realm to your penetration, you will have power over all of me.
I'm not ready to give that up because I don't know who I will be after...just your slut, just three orifices for your use despite the pleasure you promise me.

Your words have filled my anus, probing, stretching, making way for
your glorious cock, hanging balls smacking my clit that needs attention right now but must wait.

I must prepare to go to
another funeral.
Even as I baked two gingerbreads from scratch, I thought of baking nude for you, only wearing an apron.

As I mix up the batter, you eat me
and finger me from behind.
It takes 20 minutes, more than adequate time for foreplay.

After I pop the cakes into the oven,
you pop into my cunt.
You bend me over a counter, and I submit to the mastery of your cock in my woman's place.
You slap my ass, and it reddens beneath your synchronization.
I know this is all about you, only you.
My honey coats my legs because of the depths of your want, my mind shatters with the force of your needs.
My cunt is an open flower.

I leave now for St. Mark's and will enter the sanctuary with profane thoughts of your engorged head gripped tightly by my anus muscles.
That is so hot...and sacred.

You are the l Lover I never had

You are beautiful beyond aesthetic

Also alone so long, I have drawn your same conclusions

Alone to practice my lover-warriorness

Only for my bliss, universal bliss

You are my Lover

We defy convention, we defy everything

Except ourselves, our god

Your are the Lover I always had

Men stare
Our sex is beyond us
Our want,
A universal chord.
My Lover plucks
my lips, my clit,
with his mushroom head,
He leaks against my folds
He knows
How that looks
How I like that

Rain inside, rain outside
Our shared want
A gold umbilical of desire

The skies offer more than is possible
Rain falls over our desires
The wet reverberence echos back
Our instincts acknowledge

What gifts have I been offered
Sun and water for seed
And dark soil
Beckon the splitting of our hulls

The skies offer The Wisdom
Meeting our moist garden
Making us the sex of the universe
And gods ourselves

Tom waited for Karin's email to come. She teased him, and they both liked it. The first part of the story was kinkier than the previous ones she had sent, has turned him on in a strange way. Karin had written the story n this line by line, sort of, matter of fact way that Tom found hot. He has come to expect her sexy dark surprises, always hinting of dominance and other taboo.

Each story brought new arousal. The shared secret desire with kindred afar was sexy for him. Karin also like his photographs, or so she said. Tom believed her. He certainly wanted to believe her, as his desire for sexual exchange found bonus on believing in her sexual acceptance, extra thickness, extra lushness. He had not only showed his nude body, and more, to her, but also the story of his sexual past. A total stranger, yet completely revealed to, and she was still there, teasing about yet another chapter.

Tom tugged at his seemingly permanently full penis as tid bits of Karin's story licked my sensitized swollen balls. "I haven't been tamed yet" "The penis was withdrawn, cum was flowing down my legs", "Shauna's head was pulled back just before a rope of cum hit her nose, a second hit her chin, and a third her breasts. The power of his ejaculate was immense, and it excited her. "Lay back." She reached for her zipper as she did, but John stopped her. "Leave it on. I like it. I'm going to fuck you in it."

Karin's characters and stories swirled in his mind. Tom didn't know to be John or Shauna in his mind this time. As he finally allowed his fully inspired desire to spring from it's confines, he considered the question. He liked both views: To cum on, or to be came on?

She loved to pose the questions and he loved to take them to the furthest limit, and it worked well for them.

"Don't move." I froze when I heard his voice.

The long silence following hearing the door close, waiting for something as I stood frozen, brought a fear a have never known, and an excitement. I felt his breath on my neck before he spoke again. I tried to turn to face him, but he held my shoulders and didn't allow it. "No. This is what I want.",and with that he began kissing my neck and ears, running his strong hands along the length of my body. His strong grip loosened as I allowed it to happen. At first his hands just mapped my shape, surprising gently, as if surveying a new project to renovate. Then a second pass, harder, squeezing my hips, shoulders, thighs, butt, breast, nipples, in that order, as if to size me up, as well as if to provoke them.

He pulled my bathrobe from my shoulders and let it fall partly down my back, hanging due to my clasped hands. The instant heat of his skin on mine let me know he was shirtless. One touch of his moist upper chest on my back, and my body both drew up and relaxed at the same time, leaving me with weightlessness of connecting to something long lost. I closed my eyes and let myself go. He never stopped kissing my neck as his hands took all liberties I allowed, which were all.

When he pulled one hand from my body, we both knew what he was doing, as I felt the unmistakable movements of a man pulling and kicking his shorts and underwear off. As his one free hand continued to map my body, he whispered in my ear."You are so fucking hot. Do you know that?" It was at that exact moment he introduced his hard want to me through my robe covered butt. I could literally feel his heat through the terrycloth, and his width.

I moaned slightly, without wanting to, and he pressed harder, sliding it across my right bun. This time I could feel not just the width, but sizable length, and perfect shape on my now hyper sensitized, sexualized, ass. Without consideration, I pressed into him and moaned again. This was the only signal he needed, as if he need a signal from me at all, and he grabbed a breast, hard, and my back arched instinctively leaning me into his kissing my neck, which he bit lightly as I moved into him. "Oh...you like that. Do you like it rough, Sandy?" I just moaned quietly, again, as my body was completely in his control now. I wanted it all, but could not speak, and certainly not speak what it is a really wanted.

When he cupped my breast, and then pinched my right nipple without warning, my now damp desire clinched hard and and my hips shifted in a jerk. "Mmmmmmmm. We have a live wire on our hands, don't we?" and squeezed again, with both hands. He then gazed over my shoulder to see my full breasts and now dark hard nipple in his hand, "I knew you'd have fucking perfect tits." He squeezed hard again. "They're so fucking big, Sandy. You know that?" I grunted this time, and he knew had me. I was lost in the crazy interaction and feelings when, and if as on queue, my robe fell completely to the ground, leaving us both totally nude as he licked my neck, his hands running down my back.

"Turn around. I want to see all of you."

Not knowing what to do, I closed my eyes and started to move like I moved in the bathroom masturbating all alone, when I felt the pure budding primal bliss. I opened my eyes and Mrs. Mapes was right with me, matching me move for move. As we danced, her eyes changed, and she looked at me in a way she never had before, always with this sly smile. "You are a good dancer."

Why she whispered it to me instead of just saying it aloud, was not understood by me at 15, not yet anyway. The whisper somehow buzzed my 2nd charka, in a way my Dads Playboys never inspired me, and I closed my eyes again and danced my sexy best. I saw her riding me cowboy style in a vision that appeared without me without reference, as if a secret knowledge had been passed to me by a thousand past lovers. My heart pounded. I opened my eyes and she was still there, over me, closer still, her hard nipples pointing right at my eyes through her white top. It was my first swim in the thick waters of a woman's want, and took to it like a spawning salmon.

It felt like some kind of ancient initiation. I stepped back out and looked away out of nervousness, still dancing. When I looked back at her, her eyes were on my hips where they stayed for a while, she glanced up at me, smiled and raised an eyebrow, and looked back down as if wanting to follow her lead. I glanced down at myself, and noticed that full hardness was totally visible in my tight faded jeans with no underwear. My prominent head like a plum in my pocket.

At 15 I was skinny and 4 inches shorter but my man-ness was mostly grown at that time, making me look like a freak naked. I was horrified, in how my completely viable my cock was for her to see. I froze, looking around the room for my parents, who were nowher to be seen. My face heated to the point I thought it would explode. She casually looked around to confirm it was like any other of my parents parties. As our eyes move back across to each others, she met my eyes with a very adult vibe.

"It's OK", she purred in my ear "I am flattered.” and stepped back and gave me a sexy dance move, I stared at her drawing eyes in astonishment as I kept dancing. “Let me offer you a secret from an experienced woman." as pulled her lips right next to my ear, "You dance like your mother and are hung like your dad. You need to know women notice both. Don't ever be shy about showing what you got”.

35 years later , here I am...