A darkened room, a lonely bed
is this a boy who lies crying?
no, a man - full grown, yet somehow child-like in his longing
He loves, yet is alone.
A shadow slips into the room
then into his bed
he feels a caress and starts to speak
but is silenced by a touch
In the dark he cannot see the woman,
only explore her with his hands
as she explores him!
He gasps as she caress his most sensitive regions
and then she smothers the gasp with her mouth.
Their tongues meet and entwine
Their hands stroke each others nipples
She strokes his manhood,
He caresses her mount of Venus
Still they kiss
Their lips part, he laves her breasts with his tongue
She writhes, yet remains silent
Challenged now, he proceeds lower
His hands part her nether lips
and he tongues her cleft
STILL she makes not a sound
so he focuses his efforts on her clitoris
The only sign is the clenching of her muscles
She is as taut as a bowstring! Surely she must cum!
Suddenly, he feels her grasp his member
She strokes it with a touch like silk
Then, as he redoubles his efforts
She takes it into her mouth
O bliss!
They continue, both ignoring (as best they can) their own
sensations to try to arouse the other even further
She cums, yet only slows and sighs past his shaft
Finally he can endure no more
He cums, his muscles lock in ecstasy
It seems like he will never stop
He falls back
She turns and lies next to him
she holds him
then she begins to caress him
his neck, his arms, his chest
he lies there, amazed at the sensation
Startled he realizes that his rod is stiffening again.
She begins to caress his sack, then his cock
Now she slides onto him.
His cock feels as if it has been engulfed in liquid fire
yet she sets a slow pace
He reaches for her breasts and fondles them as she raises him to even higher
levels of pleasure. At last he comes again.
It is morning.
He awakes alone in his bed, and marvels at the dream.
He rolls out of bed and stands,
then stops at the strange sensation at his groin
looking down, he finds a scarlet ribbon tied into a bow...