Finally Cynthia / Plan B For Cynthia
Transported from bath to bed upon wings of lustful desire, interrupted only by a brisk flourish with fluffy bath towels, my face is once again buried between Cynthias legs with her milky white thighs filtering and muffling her moans and other worldly distractions from my lapping lolling tongue.
I write upon Cynthia’s soft flowering pallette all the praise and exaltation knowing her has given me. As I describe her tight ass and round white tits with matching pale nipples I feel her heels making circles upon my sides. I delve deeper in my prose and my tongue sweeps in bolder strokes upon her pinkening parted curtain causing her heels to work their way up my spine until as I write my final flourishes her heels are pushing the back of my head bring the full force of my lips and tongue to depths in her cunt that had only previously been consummated by my plunging prick.
Some Saturdays we might spend the entire afternoon enjoying each others bodies but I knew we had plans tonight and Cynthia had an agenda this afternoon so I decided to move to plan B.
I rose to my knees between Cynthia’s thighs and survey her spread out before me. I feel like a bird of prey as I survey my feast below. She was splayed out and ready to receive her fate at my hands. There was momentary question in her eyes when I stretched out over and past her and reached for the bedside drawer to gather my lance of Blue.
It was a long , mid girth, shiny smooth dildo and one I knew Cynthia favored. Simple, elegant like her, stylized for the artistic sensibilities, with a neon blue metallic color that made a redhead like Cynthia’s color palette spin like a wheel of good fortune.
When she saw what was in my hand she gave a fleeting hopeful glance at my erect bobbing cock, but I just shook my head negative and began to spread Cynthia wide with Big Blue like we would soon be spreading pate’ on Fred and Helen’s crackers this evening.
I observe my face in reflection on the shiny metallic surface of Big Blue and enjoyed the illusion it gave of my face disappearing deep into Cynthia below alabaster mound. I watch the motion beneath her tummy from the pressure the toy exerts from within her sweet scented body.
She is moaning and mumbling , “Fuck me Michael. Yes. Yes. Yes . You know how I like it lover.”
I work her twat meticulously and secretly enjoy that even if her dead husband’s name is on her lips and in her head, it is my eyes enjoying her rapture and ecstasy now. I also rationalize that it is a blue dildoe doing the pleasureing and ask myself if I would be less understanding if it was his name issued from her lips while it was my cock parting hers. I worked Big Blue in machinations that brought sweet Cynthia, the red haired wonder, up and over the breach and beyond herself on this portentous Saturday afternoon.
Posted on March 11, 2014, in adult, Blogging, erotic, relationships, serial, smut, Snarky and tagged blogging, desires, erotic stories, erotica, fine dining, girlfriends, life, lust, sex, smut, transactions, women, women.men. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.