Roses might smell sweet...
but that's not all a rose is for:
Young, hard bodied, and oh so pretty (in a masculine way)...he came over to visit me. When I opened the door, he met me with a dozen red roses. Not simple, small, American type roses. The had huge gorgeous blooms that made the bunch seems 3x the number they were. I hugged and kissed him, generously, and we stayed upstairs talking in the living room for a while. It didn't take long before we wound up down in my bedroom though. The waves of lust had just been pouring off of him, since the second he stepped through the door.
We stood embracing, touching, and kissing for what seemed like forever. I broke the entanglement, and went to my knees...removing the last bit of clothes he wore...his snug, bulge showing briefs. His cock sprang out like a Jack-in-the-box. I took it in my hand and wrapped my mouth around it with an eagerness to have him in me, and give him pleasure. I used my hand, my lips, tongue, and throat to stir up his devil, until he was swaying, and moaning on his feet.
He stopped me after a good long while. The head of his cock now nearly twice the size it had been. (I had worked it very well.)
He went to his overnight bag, and from the top he withdrew another rose. It was big, and lush...so big it was nearly black, and the petals looked like velvet. "On the bed now", he ordered softly. I complied. He requested that I not say a word, and to keep my arms over my head, with my eyes closed.
Then, something soft ran down the inside of my arm, slowly. I didn't realize that it was the rose until it came near my face, and I could smell the heady, dark rose, scent. It brushed across my cheek...it came down my neck, and across my collar bone. Back, and down my chest. Oh I felt that sweet velvety flower ran over my breasts, and tickling at my nipples...and as it moved down to my stomach, his mouth took one nipple; a light suck, a small nip at each...then a bite that got ever so slightly harder, and harder...until I gasped. Then he repeated it all over with the other side. I could feel myself getting wet...not just up inside, but just starting to flow from within me.
He kissed down my stomach, down, over the path of that sensual rose. Everywhere it touched, he did the same. Over my pubis, down the inside of one thigh, and then the other. Over the soles of my feet, with just another slight tickle. Then he urged me to role over. Once again, I complied. I was beginning to feel almost dizzy with the scent of that rose all about me then, and it's soft petals caressing my body, and tender light kisses and licks following it...
Now the rose made it's way up the backs of my thighs...over my buttocks, up my back, and once more to my neck. Then there was no more softness, no more kisses. I took a breath, about to speak...and he hushed me. "We're not done, Luv., he nearly cooed. My breath was a deep, husky, sensual sound now. I was so wet between my thighs there was not hiding it. Then...there was a new sensation, the kind that hurts in that way that feels good...very light, pinpoint scratching working it's way down my arms, neck, shoulders, and to my back. It made me grimace, and want to grind my sex into the covers all at the same time. Thorns. He was using the thorns on the roses stem, to scratch me.
That stopped too. Oh, but then, I felt something wicked lash across my bottom. I jolted a bit. It had shocked me. Then it came again, across a different part of my bottom, then my back...it went this way for some time. I was writhing nearly, under the intensity of sensations. My bottom took the brunt of it. There was a stinging, dull ache there now.
It had been the roses long stem, of course.
Now he laid the rose beside my face, and whispered that I could open my eyes...and to get up on hands and knees. Now, he grabbed my hips, and in a near growl he said..."I have been watching you respond to me for over an hour an a half, and I have been fighting this raging hardon for most of that time...so this is for my pleasure now". He grabbed my hips, and dove into my pussy with fierce passion. He fucked me! I mean he fucked me good. First my pussy, until I gushed all over his cock...Then he changed over to my ass. I met his every thrust with my own to match him. (It was NOT just for his pleasure. hehe) Just as I felt him on the edge...I squeezed every muscle in my interior...and I felt him explode inside me like fireworks. We both collapsed, and laid there, him atop me, for some time. Finally we separated, and faced each other. He laughed, and said "I had control while I had that rose. I lost it, the second you bounced back on me...then you had my dick right where you wanted it." He laughed again, and drew me to him. WE fell asleep like that...the rose behind my head still on the pillow...and all of out juices still all around us.
It could wait until morning.
Young, hard bodied, and oh so pretty (in a masculine way)...he came over to visit me. When I opened the door, he met me with a dozen red roses. Not simple, small, American type roses. The had huge gorgeous blooms that made the bunch seems 3x the number they were. I hugged and kissed him, generously, and we stayed upstairs talking in the living room for a while. It didn't take long before we wound up down in my bedroom though. The waves of lust had just been pouring off of him, since the second he stepped through the door.
We stood embracing, touching, and kissing for what seemed like forever. I broke the entanglement, and went to my knees...removing the last bit of clothes he wore...his snug, bulge showing briefs. His cock sprang out like a Jack-in-the-box. I took it in my hand and wrapped my mouth around it with an eagerness to have him in me, and give him pleasure. I used my hand, my lips, tongue, and throat to stir up his devil, until he was swaying, and moaning on his feet.
He stopped me after a good long while. The head of his cock now nearly twice the size it had been. (I had worked it very well.)
He went to his overnight bag, and from the top he withdrew another rose. It was big, and lush...so big it was nearly black, and the petals looked like velvet. "On the bed now", he ordered softly. I complied. He requested that I not say a word, and to keep my arms over my head, with my eyes closed.
Then, something soft ran down the inside of my arm, slowly. I didn't realize that it was the rose until it came near my face, and I could smell the heady, dark rose, scent. It brushed across my cheek...it came down my neck, and across my collar bone. Back, and down my chest. Oh I felt that sweet velvety flower ran over my breasts, and tickling at my nipples...and as it moved down to my stomach, his mouth took one nipple; a light suck, a small nip at each...then a bite that got ever so slightly harder, and harder...until I gasped. Then he repeated it all over with the other side. I could feel myself getting wet...not just up inside, but just starting to flow from within me.
He kissed down my stomach, down, over the path of that sensual rose. Everywhere it touched, he did the same. Over my pubis, down the inside of one thigh, and then the other. Over the soles of my feet, with just another slight tickle. Then he urged me to role over. Once again, I complied. I was beginning to feel almost dizzy with the scent of that rose all about me then, and it's soft petals caressing my body, and tender light kisses and licks following it...
Now the rose made it's way up the backs of my thighs...over my buttocks, up my back, and once more to my neck. Then there was no more softness, no more kisses. I took a breath, about to speak...and he hushed me. "We're not done, Luv., he nearly cooed. My breath was a deep, husky, sensual sound now. I was so wet between my thighs there was not hiding it. Then...there was a new sensation, the kind that hurts in that way that feels good...very light, pinpoint scratching working it's way down my arms, neck, shoulders, and to my back. It made me grimace, and want to grind my sex into the covers all at the same time. Thorns. He was using the thorns on the roses stem, to scratch me.
That stopped too. Oh, but then, I felt something wicked lash across my bottom. I jolted a bit. It had shocked me. Then it came again, across a different part of my bottom, then my back...it went this way for some time. I was writhing nearly, under the intensity of sensations. My bottom took the brunt of it. There was a stinging, dull ache there now.
It had been the roses long stem, of course.
Now he laid the rose beside my face, and whispered that I could open my eyes...and to get up on hands and knees. Now, he grabbed my hips, and in a near growl he said..."I have been watching you respond to me for over an hour an a half, and I have been fighting this raging hardon for most of that time...so this is for my pleasure now". He grabbed my hips, and dove into my pussy with fierce passion. He fucked me! I mean he fucked me good. First my pussy, until I gushed all over his cock...Then he changed over to my ass. I met his every thrust with my own to match him. (It was NOT just for his pleasure. hehe) Just as I felt him on the edge...I squeezed every muscle in my interior...and I felt him explode inside me like fireworks. We both collapsed, and laid there, him atop me, for some time. Finally we separated, and faced each other. He laughed, and said "I had control while I had that rose. I lost it, the second you bounced back on me...then you had my dick right where you wanted it." He laughed again, and drew me to him. WE fell asleep like that...the rose behind my head still on the pillow...and all of out juices still all around us.
It could wait until morning.
10 years ago