I'd welcome you home to an exquisite chilled bottle of

Pouilly Fousse, soft jazz playing in the background

with the entire room bathed in candlelight and

smelling of an enticing blend of delicate roses. I'd

take you by the arm and slowly lead you to the lounge

where as you sat, I'd hand you a stem filled glass of

wine as I ease your shoes off and caress your feet. I'd

stand you up and undress you slowly and tenderly,

whispering little words of delight at the woman that

you are. I'd kiss you lightly and then teasingly as I

massage your tingling skin and enshroud you in the

robe I have for you. I sip your wine, kiss your

lips and then lead you by the hand to the bubbly bath

that's awaiting your presence. I'd watch you and guide

you into the depths of water that graciously surrounds

you. The roses are floating beautifully on the water

and are twinkling in the candlelit room. I begin to

wash you with soft, slow, delicate and mesmerizing

strokes. You are softly humming tunes to the music

that’s playing in the background. I wash your hair,

condition your hair, wash and pat dry your face and

kiss those oh so sweet and tempting lips. I'm

euphoric. I taste the wine on your lips, I wash your

back, hesitantly touch your breasts, and shyly kiss

your nipples. I wash your stomach, legs, thighs and

feet. I stand you up and wash your booty. I gently

open your legs as I wash the folds of your womanhood.

I linger there and listen to you sigh as I again lower

you to the water. I then shave your legs and the hair

leading to your feministic serenity. The time inevitably

arrives hen the bath is complete and I take you out and wrap

the towel around your hair as I begin to dry you off

with my breath and tongue. I taste the flower scented

water on your skin and I slowly lick all parts of your

anatomy as I dry you, my sweet tender sexy goddess. I

lick your toes, I lick the back of your knees, I lick

every crevice that you so magnificently possess. I

again wrap you in your robe and lead you into the

bedroom.

You gasp with surprise and wonder as you see how the

room was transformed into a wonderful dining

experience.

In the middle of the room, I lead you to the lounge

chair that sits so grandiosely. You sit down and

recline majestically. I swoon. I begin serving you

the fruit that I've chilled and smothered in cream. I

serve you with delight and happiness, I adore you. I

then wheel the cart close for your inspection and

approval. On the table you are offered shrimp, salad

(pasta), calamari, and the entrée' is a beautifully

scallop, wild rice and crab stuffed fish. I serve you,

feed you, whisper to you and admire you. We enjoy our

meal as you recline and I eat sitting on the floor

before you. Dinner is done, Wine has been consumed,

bath was taken and dessert is waiting.

But not yet. First, I should have a little wine, a

little food and a little of you.

I touch your hand, kiss your lips, passionately and

also tenderly. I watch the rise and fall of your

breasts as you sigh again and smile knowingly. I then

ease down your body, tasting your breasts, kissing

your nipples, your navel and oh yes, finally I slide

my tongue between your legs, I finally taste the

nectar that immediately intoxicates me, you allow me to

feel the flow of your juices as they slowly and

sweetly slide down my throat. I revel in the taste, I

thank you sincerely for quenching my thirst, I

greedily drank every drop and reluctantly leave that

place to continue my exploration of your grandness. I

then lick and massage your legs, calves, toes, thighs

and umm, I discover another cavern, firmer and more

pliable. Curiosity takes over and I must, I need to

investigate this mystery. I lightly probe, you arch

your back, I probe again, you push back against my

face, I probe more, I lick and discover the smallness

and sweet taste that resides there also. What amazes

me at this point is that by my touching there, I'm

causing juices to flow from that previously discovered

nectar giving well. Oh, I love this. I taste you from

the back, I taste your front. I'm being blessed with

the flavor and the water that is you. I love this

feeling BUT another feeling has taken hold of me. I

want to see your face, kiss those lips, touch your

breasts and so I fall back with your booty in my face

and your juices all over me. I fall back and you turn

over and on top of me, you kiss me and surprise me

with that place that has so recently given me "water"

is now taking me, enveloping me, you have taken charge

and are slowly sliding my blood engorged member deeply

and completely into the yearning valley that you

possess. I scream, God, I swarm, I’ve come home. You're

riding me, your pounding me, you have taken me into

you and I'm alive. You ride me, through back your

hair, you take me out of you and sit on my face, I'm

enthralled, you return me inside you, I can't take it,

I buck, you ride, I buck and turn you over, I'm still

inside and we love it. You allow me to feel your

internal explosion but this time you demand that I

join you. I love it, I obey and we are shaken with a

series of quakes that we rejoice in. We sigh, you lay

back and smile….!!!

You then demand >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>WHERE'S DESERT???

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