I am a sensual man. I am acutely aware of the silky heat on my skin; it arouses me. As I do this most mundane and unsexy of tasks I feel incredibly sexual. I am sweating but I am not uncomfortable, my sweat makes me feel human and earthy and part of the unfolding mystery of renewed sensuality. It is the same sensual feeling that wraps around me when I am consumed in the ardor of making love to you. As I mow I think of the night before, the warmth of your femininity and its impact on me. When everything in the house was buttoned down and the lights shut out, I took my shower. When I came out of the shower and came to bed, you were already there. You lay in bed reading intently. I noticed that were lying on top of the covers, your winter night gown was gone, replaced by your summertime oversized tee shirt and no panties. The tuft of downy pubic hair that covered your peach was peeking out from under your tee shirt. You are so sexy in your summer sleeping tee shirts.
I raised your shirt to fully reveal your tummy and vulva, and lowered my head to your sexy mound. I tenderly kissed the sweet moist lips between your thighs, inhaling the musky scent of you. Your hand came to the side of my head. I was sure that you were going to push me away or slap me. Instead you stroked the hair at my temple lovingly. My kiss was intended only to be an affectionate expression before I got into the bed. But the tender stroking of my head and the warmth of your feminine sensuality began to heat and rise from your furrow. As you warmed, your loving thoughts brought the dewiness of your adoration with it, to the mouth of your pussy. As I gently kissed your lips the wetness of your desire and love expressed itself on my lips.
Languidly our lips were meshed in a mutual expression of our love, the lips of my mouth and the lips of your womanhood pressed against each other sucking bliss from the intimate contact. Between kisses my lips separated from yours pussy as I breathed in the air that sustains my life. The air I sucked in was tinged with the musky tang of your flowing desire. The testimony of your adoration was drooling from the lower crease of your furrow and damping the sheets beneath you like a rivulet from a spring rain.
Just as I separated from your lips to replenish myself, your feminine lips took respite in the momentary intermission. Freed from the adoration of my lips they opened to reveal the hot pink glistening canal that leads to you’re your most intimate secret place. As I gazed into the gateway of your sexuality, it yawned at me gasping. But your vagina was not gasping for air, it is gasping for sensual attention.
My warm breath falls on your pink furrow just as the rays of the sun fall on the blossoms of the earth. Like the flowers in the spring your pink blossom stretches as it reaches for the warmth of the sun and quakes like it was being stirred by the morning breeze.
Your book has been discarded …it is lying on your chest open and ignored. You are lost somewhere wandering in the sensations that are welling up from the depths of your cunt and whispering your need wordlessly from the sweet lips that open to my view. The silent words that your pussy is whispering are lost on the room but they are not lost on me. I hear them but not with my ears, I hear them with my soul. I lower my face to your pussy mouth; it is damp with lust and affection. I kiss your weeping crevice and whisper into it. I tell it wordlessly of my own desire and the stiffening root that is hardening between my legs. I whisper of the warm liquid seed that is welling deep inside of me in response to your whispered desire.
The warm expressions of my arousal and desire for you penetrate your sexy canal. As I make love to your pussy and testify my love for you to it, it is sweating in its own desire. The scent of your sexuality is inflaming me and making my fleshy root drool in anticipation.
You pull my head up away from the rich earth of your furrow. You are on fire; the heat of erotic need has filled you with a thirst. It is a thirst that will only be slaked by my thick manly cream. Your pussy waits desperately to suck the sweet relief from me until it is sated. It is impatient.
I sense your thirst, and I am humbled. I know that the desperation that is concentrated in your crotch, a desperation that makes your pussy scream with need. It is a desperation for me; a desperation for the familiar reassurance of my penis penetrating your cunt, granting you relief from the pervasive erotic itching that has gripped your pussy; a sweet irritation that is making you squirm. You squirm in anticipation of the agonizing bliss of my repeated probing of the sweet anguished flesh deep inside of you will culminate with the relief of your climax and the welcome spilling of my milky reward into your desperate pussy. You wait for that moment that you will be able to suck the warm liquid from my cock and savor it deep inside of your cunt as you lay in drunken sleepy satisfaction.
As I raise my body over the top of you my cock hangs down, weighted by the blood that has engorged it; it is sizzling hot.
Momentarily I ponder the miracle of sensual desperation that a man and a woman share at a moment like this. I know that you are desperate to feel me inside of you and equally desperate to feel the pulsing of my penis as your pussy grasps it, knowing that that pulsing is the filling you with my essence. Equally I feel the need to be caressed by you and fill you with the liquid expression of my passion. It is a ritual that is as old as springtime itself.
It is a mysterious force this need I feel to penetrate you. Just as the warm wet earth draws roots down into it with the promise of life sustaining water and nutrients, your weeping pussy draws me to you. I feel your feminine magnetism holding my cock and inexorably tugging me towards my vaginal destiny. I feel my aching penis, swollen with lust being pulled to your wet warm pit; I am lured by the promise of the succor of the loving caress of your cunt. Its warm embrace will draw the thickened hot seed from deep inside of me, forcing my penis to regurgitate it into your thirsty hole.
I am suddenly overwhelmed by a need to embrace you and possess you, claiming you by implanting myself in you. I feel a need to be inside of you, it is overwhelming. There is no time for teasing and tantalizing. Lodging my purple shiny cockhead at the vestibule of your vagina your feminine force draws me into you. I penetrate the opening that moments earlier I was kissing tenderly. Now I feel no need for kissing, I feel the need to conduct an ancient ritual, a ritual that has bound men to women for thousands of years. A ritual that silently ties me to you, a ritual that is not sealed with words but is sealed with sensations that are so pleasurable they make me loose all sense of time and place.
I lean into your pushing my pelvis down onto you. My cock is the stiffened column that separates us. Soon the lust that we both feel forces that column to sink into you. With a pop it parts the mouth of your pussy and slides into the slippery canal eliciting a gasp of bliss from you. The gasp becomes a moan as you embrace me tightly. Your embrace tells me of the exquisite sensation that my invading cock is pushing into your cunt, raw hot animal lust inspired by the season and our biology. It is an unyielding force that demands that we fuck; it demands this erotic choreography that we both know. Yet there is something else in your desperate embrace. It is an expression of your love and need for me. I can sense that the pleasure you are feeling as I slowly drill into the soft core of your femininity; it is a caress that says you love me, and need to hold me and tell me of the depth of your feeling for me. Itr is an embrace that communicates the ultimate sensation of pleasure that consumes you as you are burning on a pyre of passionate ecstasy.
I sink my root into your wetted furrow. I am not seeking nutrients from you though, I am seeking your passion. As I sink deeper into you I feel that passion, it is palpable. I absorb your desire through my cock. I am saturated by the desire and need; it coats my cock. I feed off of the sexual energy inside your cunt, your engorged organ is a seething pit of erotic lust and I am sinking helplessly into it.
The desire I feel inside of you consumes me. Slowly I feel the erotic passion enveloping me, cutting me off from all sensation of the world around me. The daylight of awareness is slipping away from me as I penetrate you; it is like the setting of the spring sun. As the light disappears from my mind, all that is left if the reassuring warmth of you womanly furrow; you are my earth. I am loosing all sense of everything in my world except you and the divine sensation of your hot cunt grasping my penis.
You have consumed me. I am lost in you; I do not know anything but the reassuring heart thumping sensation of the inside of you. For a moment I lay there wallowing in the magical intoxicating spell that you have cast on me. But I do not lay there for long.
Gently you begin to squeeze my penis; the walls of your cunt are grasping it and tugging at it as you draw your pelvis down, pulling my cock with you. I am startled back to reality. Tentatively we begin to dance. The choreography it awkward at first until we fall into a rhythm; it doesn’t take long. As we embrace I kiss your neck and we sway and bend with each other grinding our pelvises together. The steps in the dance are simple, I bury my cock in the wet depths of your pussy and you press your clit against my pubic bone as we bend and moan together. We both hear the music but it is not audible music, it is sensate music. It has no notes, tempo or arpeggios. This music consists of waves of pleasure that rise and fall as we grind against each other.
As we dance in the bed in each others embrace, the friction of our passion is stirring our desire. As I draw my penis in and out of your anguished cunt, the friction is inciting such deep pleasure in you that you break your silence with mewing moans and sighs. Your hand is on the back of my head in a grasp that expresses the tenderness you feel for me and the passion that is filling you. My unrelenting cock is pushing your body to feel pleasure that only comes with this wonderful dance we are doing.
Soon you are filled with more pleasure than your body can hold. I can sense that you are at the brink. I slow my thrusting and shift my body upward so that the upper ridge of my penis is drawn across your clit. As I penetrate you it is like a violin bow across a string on an elegant curved and sensual instrument. The effect is the same. The vibration that results culminates in your crescendo.
You stiffen and vibrate, opening your mouth plaintively to sing your song of rapture, but nothing comes out. You grimace as the crescendo explodes inside your pussy and squeezes your soul. You struggle to inhale and give the pleasure the air it needs to express what you are feeling. Then it comes. It is a chilling hot shock of white hot pleasure that starts in the pit of your cunt and attaches itself to your spine. As it travels up your spine it crackles and sparks and spreads the warm agony to the rest of your body. When the sensation finally reaches your mouth, your entire body is aflame in the steamy hot grips of pure orgasmic pleasure. The crescendo inside you is overwhelming you, it will not be ignored. As I relentlessly drill into you, you sing a shrill song of the exquisite sensation that is now burning in the pit of your cunt. Your vaginal mouth is contracting rhythmically as the waves of pleasure rise and fall inside you; at the same time your anus spasms in sympathy with the divine agony that each wave brings as it crashes inside you.
Wave after waves of pleasure are crashing on the sandy beach of your soul, making you stiffen and shudder as each one crests and falls. I continue to hump you, entering and withdrawing from your quivering pussy like a fevered pile driver. The orgasm has filled your pussy with your pearlescent honey; it coats my cock and provides a slippery hot channel for my thrusts.
The heat of your cunt smoldering in its ecstasy; the sight of you twisting in sweet agony coupled with your tortured embrace overwhelms me. The sexual heat in your cunt ignites a fire in me. I can feel the fire building and expanding, turning into an inferno. The heat is so powerful, the cum in me begins to boil, seeking the relief of expulsion.
Pressing down into you I root myself in your earthy warmth as my body prepares to plant my seed deep in your furrow. Unlike a plant that sucks the richness of the earth into itself, I shudder and begin to pump the thick sweet richness of my cum into you so you can absorb my passion. As we embrace each other I hold my breath grunt and pulse thick hot ropes of cum into you. The relief and exhilaration of filling you with my cum as you are swimming in a sea of ecstasy and pure bliss is spiritual for me. I struggle against the pleasure that is consuming me to gain control of my thoughts and actions and kiss your sweet lips. The sensation of your lips against mine as I am exploding in your pussy ignites an orgasm in my brain that sweeps consciousness from me. I am somewhere in a haze, someplace where all I call feel or sense is your pervasive love.
I think that I am ready to die right here and now. Laying on top of you I collapse emotionally and physically on to you and into you, I am yours body and soul. Tears fill my eyes and peace fills my heart. As the after shocks of the orgasm wash from me my penis softens in your pussy.
Your cunt is a fleshy vessel that has been filled with our mutually expressed passion. I roll sideways, still inside you as we embrace in that unearthly moment that follows orgasm. It is a time that is defined by peace, adoration, commitment, and contentment.
Wiping the tears of joy from my eyes I lay quietly next to you basking in your radiant femininity. I feel the warmth of your body, I am reminded of the earth radiating warmth into the night air. And just as the warm earth feels soothing and relaxing when I walk barefoot on it, my bare skin against your sweet body feels equally soothing and relaxing.
So as I finish mowing the lawn, the suns warm rays on my back remind me of the heat of your sexuality of the night before. I am careful as I mow to avoid the stems and stalks of the plants at the fringe of our garden. As I maneuver around them I think of my own stalk and pleasurable time I had planting it in your garden last night.
I am yours heart and soul and the warmth of spring reminds me of that every moment of the day and night..
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