KUMA: TO MY LADY LOVE debra diana blue

by
debra diana blue

an old letter to my lady love

if i had my way

it would be a nite when i was there. we'd have spent the evening sharing the events of the day with each other, enjoying dinner and some music. we'd be in front of a fire...it is chilly out tonite. a little wine to help us relax. one minute we'd be laying there talking and in one fell swoop, i'd be on you...kissing your mouth. a bit surprised you return my kiss. i linger for a moment, then i'm down to your neck...mmmm what a sweet neck it is.

further down, i encounter your stomach, down i go planting kisses along the way until i stop at your heated mound, i inhale it's mystifying scent and blow enough feather light kisses to tease you and get you stirred. but no, i'm not ready to stop there yet. i trail my tongue down your right leg, stopping at your exquisite toes.

i lick, nibble and kiss, but your puss is on fire...little flames dancing around your vulva. i can't leave you hanging...i have to trail my way up your leg and visit my favorite place again. but this time i come a bit closer, barely making contact and parting your lips with my tongue. it darts in and brushes your clit. you moan and melt against my touch. but no, i'm not ready yet..and down your left leg i leave a trail of kisses..darting in to tickle your inner thighs with my breath. you're almost beside yourself, but i must pay homage to your left foot...taking each toe into my mouth, while you squirm. i can almost hear you begging me to tongue you to an explosive release. i don't want to tease you anymore, i sense your urgency and i want to give you what you deserve, what you desire.

i place my mouth at your sex...again, barely touching. but the wanton ache inside of you decides to end the game and feed the need for rapture. while i'm inhaling the heat and savouring the moment you grab my head and force my face into your wet, throbbing pussy. at this point you're in control and you ride my face as if trying to keep up with a wild stallion. thrusting yourself all over my face, covering me with your heated liquid gold. i slurp and lap at your racing pussy like i'm having my last meal.

every thrust of your pussy up against my face pushes you closer and closer to the edge until i can almost feel the guttural moan escape from your bowels. you bear down into your 'saddle' as your body stiffens and your juices explode onto my face. i am lost in your soul rendering orgasm...just there like a note stuck in the middle of a song.

you grab my hair and grind your pussy into my face, busting your nut with wild abandon and filling me with your sweet, nasty, cum...riding, bucking , nutting, coming, moaning, and all the while we are just this one thing suspended in ecstatic, dizzying, spiritual, perpetual motion. one long wail suggests the release of demons you didn't know you possessed and you thrash your few last thrashes against my wet and glistening face and i'm greatful and you subside, trembling and tumbling into the sweet, restful place that's nestled between madness and death. heavenly slumber takes us over as my head rests upon your thigh and your heaving sighing chest fills my heart with music.