[a romantic snippet of a longer story]
“Thank you,” as she takes my face in her hands. Kisses me. It’s soft, so soft, so gentle, like falling into a cloud. Would it always be so soft and cool and delicious, I wonder as I kiss her back. I cup her breast in my hand, then flick her nipple with my tongue. They are so good, seemingly ephemeral…So pillowy, so soft. She’s gently moaning gently under me, there’s nothing frightening or hard about her. It’s so pure, I’m in gentle heaven with this degraded, perverse angel. Then she gently pushes me back, suckles me, and moves lower. I’m on my back. He looms over me, smiling, petting my hair, his face suffused with gentle pride and shining with what looks like love. She is opening me with both hands, her touch as light as feather, and her tongue diving in - and he kisses me upside down before withdrawing. I’m drowning in sweetness, focusing on her mouth, and the magic way she’s licking and sucking and touching. Then, I pull up and push her down, opening her legs. She’s so wet, her arousal flowing out of her, trickling and running over her labia and thighs. So much more than just a slit, those petal-like folds protecting her soft silkiness, the pearly pink of the button of her sensitive clit, and the dark center of her mysterious hole. I want to taste it, put my tongue and lips into her deliciousness, mild yet redolent of some spice I can’t name. I bury my face in her, drowning in her, feeling her shiver and shake, and I plunge my finger to explore her depths. There’s so much there in the deep red of her pussy, in her quivering excitement that turns to a squeal…I reach up, grabbing her aching breasts as my tongue explores and I feel the shake of her orgasm coming…and she screams with it, I thrust my fingers deeper into her, feeling her muscles spasm harder for me, both of us filled and content with the pleasure of her reaction.
The shift from our female gentleness to male violence is so swift, as rough hands grab my ass and pull me away from her...