the kiss is the seduction

Like most of our conversations, they tend to weave in and out of the topics of the day and are always mixed with enough innuendo to remind us that everything we say is part of an ongoing seduction. Over dinner one night, we debated whether seduction, by its very nature, has an end in mind or is something that only ends when energy and desire are exhausted.

Does a single seduction lead to drinks after work, and then its a different seduction that leads to the first kiss, and then a continuous series of seductions until bodies are intertwined — or is it something much bigger and not simply a series of progressive events? We have no interest in finding an answer to this question, and believe me we have come back to this many times in whispers, in arguments, and even in our own seductions. Our only agreement on the topic is with the kiss, although we have debated if it is a measure or simply a benchmark.

It was snowing when we kissed for the first time; the flakes were large and floated around us —the street and the world disappeared and I fell into you.

After the music, and as we walked to the car, we stopped and kiss deeply — lifting you into the air slightly, you jump and straddle me.We made love for the first time that night, and I fell even deeper into you.

You leave our bed early to catch a flight — the soft pink impression of your kiss is on the bathroom mirror with promises of desire and drunken sex.

Your kiss enters as a dream and sleep dissolves as I kiss you back; at first it is a dream, and then with the realization you are kissing me, I draw you in— your lips are soft and your tongue offers more than simply a kiss before sleep; I now kiss you deeply. I am hard and not fully awake but I search you out. You are wet and shift willingly to take my cock. We fuck as if in a dream.

Maybe in the end, the kiss is the seduction.

 W

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ink

My first tattoo, a circle the size of a quarter, was the result of a woman I should never have had sex with and the slight obsession that came with it — an obsession that had me repeating the same bad decisions over and over again which had me going in circles. After being inked, the tattooist mentioned sometimes to stop going in circles you need to break the circle.

A lover at the time had designed a tattoo for herself and asked me to go with her; I decided to get my second tattoo with her — an ancient rune that meant joy and pleasure.

She told me she was chasing unicorns and our intense love affair changed me forever — it left me with a Welsh Dragon and a Scottish Unicorn, and they are the most dramatic ink I wear.

The phrase “Light and Love” was my fifth — two very noble pursuits and are accompanied by cherished memories that still echo.

During a period of personal growth, the circle and the rune were enhanced into a Sun and a Moon; a reminder that as much as I can shine, I can also reflect the light of others.

My most recent tattoo is a Norse protection sigil that I placed near my heart— it turns out my Celtic ancestry includes some Viking blood.

There is an intimacy of ink; as well as the pleasure and the pain. All of which have made me who I am.

W

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As much a matter of fantasy as fact…

You claim to be a realist or even a cynic, but you are more emotional, romantic, and truthful. Although you are by no means inhibited, your amorous adventures are as much a matter of fantasy as fact.

She laughs as she reads the results of the quiz I’d just taken; more from the look on my face than the answer itself. Leaving no room for discussion, she asks me to share a fantasy —

“You would be relaxing and engrossed in one of your trashy erotic novels when I interrupt and ask if I could paint your nails red, and then with our favourite lube, have you slowly and agonizingly caress my cock until I cum. I want to beg for you to release me and watch my cum spill over your freshly painted red nails — I don’t want to be released from my ecstasy and agony until you are satisfied I have given you all my cum.”   

W

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Everything is just soaked

We were sun soaked and relaxed and making our way back to the city in the slowest possible way. As we weaved our way deliberately searching out country roads, and with the sun starting to set, we talked about too much sun, kissing in the cool water, and that we needed to do more beach days in the middle of the week.

As I was settling into the drive back, I heard shifting beside me and with a side glance noticed parted legs, the hint of golden pubic hair exposed by a summer dress pulled up slightly, and panties still looped around an ankle. My gaze moved back to the road as a car came over the hill. I smiled and started to say something witty, I heard a proclamation,

“I very horny babe!”

The next few miles was a juggling act between managing the road and stealing glances at parted lips and self exploration — sometimes she was caressing her clit and sometimes venturing inside.

“Do you think you could help a girl out?”

And with that request, she settled deeper into the seat and a hand shifted to her thigh; her sound and response to my touch would guide my way.

I softly caressed her skin, moving across her thigh and gently encouraging her to spread her legs further giving me easier access; I eventually came to rest on her mons and pulled gently at the pubic hair with my fingers. With a sound of encouragement, I moved a finger to the hood of her clit and gently pressed down and released; I was slow and deliberate while also trying to focus on the road ahead of me. She would shift occasionally, and her growing excitement was reflected in the rhythm of her breathing; when I stopped, she gently pushed into my finger. Pulling my hand away, I brought my fingers to my mouth for some lubricant and returned to rest the palm of my hand on her pubic and placing two fingers on the lips of her pussy. With slow gently movement, I caressed the sides of her labia; my spit mixing with her wetness. As two fingers shifted to three, my pressure increased with our excitement and my middle finger slowly teased with the promise of penetration. As I entered her, a moan escaped her lips.

“Harder”         

The rhythm of my finger moving in and out was slow and constant but as it sank into her, the pressure against the inner wall of her cunt was more intense and my palm pushed into her clit at the same time; this is how I would finger fuck her until she came.

As I concentrated on the road, my cock was straining against my shorts, my hand and arm were starting to cramp and the rhythm of finger fucking her had become hard and fast and I could feel her build — her sounds had moved from simply breathing to groans of desire not yet fulfilled. I knew she would cum soon. Shifting my hand slightly, my baby finger followed her juices to her asshole, and with the slightest penetration, triggered her orgasm that brought her legs together almost crushing my hand and she panted moans of pleasure after having been released. I couldn’t help but taste her juices before I firmly had two hands back on the wheel.

As we settled back into the drive home, I needed to stay focused — night had taken over and I hadn’t even realized it. As I quickly looked over, she was in shadows and I could tell she was trying to organize herself when I felt her gentle touch.

“Honey, you have to pull over. I need to get a towel — everything is just soaked.”

 W

What If We Had Stayed One More Day at Hedonism 2!

What if we had extended our stay in Jamaica by one more day?  What else might have happened?  I asked my girlfriend just that.  I asked her if we had decided to stay for an extra day would she be more interested in A/ finding a new and different adventure, B/ engaging with our Brazilian friend again along the same parameters (I know he was planning to come back to the resort again the next day), or C/ taking it all the way and letting him fuck her pussy with his big South American cock.

Her answer was simply.  “Option C”.

While she was happy with what actually happened Friday afternoon and evening, when she got home I think she wondered whether she should have opted for the whole experience.

So this is the story of what most likely would have happened had we stayed that one extra day!

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We followed our usual routine in the morning of going to the gym and then for breakfast.  The morning was spent on the nude beach and in the ocean.  Lunch was back to the buffet.  It was only in the afternoon as we lay in the sun on the beach that our Brazilian friend showed up again.  I think he had a fair bit to drink the previous day and it probably wasn’t an early morning for him.  He joined us at the beach and we talked and swam and tanned.

Each time my girlfriend got up and went down for a swim in the ocean he and I both watched her sexy naked body and talked about the events of the day before.

She came back and lay in the sun for awhile and then asked me how my cock was.  She then turned and asked our Brazilian friend how his big cock was too.  We both replied that we were feeling good and ready for anything.

With that she suggested we go back up to our hot tub saying she would like to suck on both of our cocks.

We went back and plopped into the hot tub and he and I sat on the edge watching her and stroking our cocks.  She was fully in the water and came over to where we were and started to suck the Brazilian.  I watched as his cock stiffened in her mouth as she teased the underside and then sucked on it.  She went back and forth on both of us again.  We were both rock hard. Eventually she swam back to her side of the hot tub and sat on the edge her legs spread touching her red pussy.

The Brazilian and I looked at each other and I told him to go ahead as it was his turn to go first this day.  He moved over to where she was and started sucking on her titties and worked his way down to her horny little pussy.  When I lick and suck on my girlfriend I focus on her clit.  The Brazilian preferred to take big long “ice cream licking” like strokes of her whole cunt – really getting his whole face in there.  His big hands were feeling her tits and on her back as he ate her cunt.  Unlike the day before, I could tell that she was going to cum this time which she did thrusting her pussy into his face while she pressed the back of his head down on her cunt with her hand.

We decided to go inside to continue.  This time was different.  My girlfriend focused on sucking the Brazilian’s cock while I watched.  Eventually I asked her whether she was going to fuck that cock.  She told me to pass her a condom which she unpackaged and slid down over the head of his cock.  She then turned away from him and got on all fours on the bed and showed him her delicious wet pussy.  He wasted no time in climbing up behind her and plunging his thick cock inside her waiting pussy from behind.  He was fucking her hard and she was fucking back equally as hard.  I maneuvered myself around to where I could put my cock in her mouth while on my knees.  I let her suck my cock for awhile but as she got ready to cum, I’d pull away and watch her have hard orgasm after hard orgasm.

Eventually she decided she wanted to trade positions and got him to lie down on his back while she squatted over him and positioned herself to ride his cock reverse cowgirl.  She guided his hard cock into her pussy and I was able to watch his big cock stroking her pussy and her pussy lips grabbing on to that cock while she shook with multiple orgasms.  She pulled off and got on her hands and knees again, wanting him to finish her pussy off from behind.  He stroked her cunt to several more orgasms before he came inside her (condom on).  As he stepped back, I took over and thrust my hard cock into her from behind.  I wanted to reclaim that pussy and I stroked her hard while her sensitive fucked pussy exploded in another intense orgasm.  I didn’t last long and filled her pussy with my cum and we both collapsed on the bed.

The rest of the afternoon was spent lounging on the beach but we returned intermittently to the hot tub and our room and both fucked her pussy again later that afternoon and yet again after dinner.

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That’s what would have happened had we stayed an extra day.  Now I’m going to show her this story and after she reads it, I’m going to fuck her pussy while she plays this scenario over in her head.

-TK