Friday, December 26, 2008
The very breast for the holiday
I'm back in the states and missing Europe. Maybe if I'm a good girl they'll post me there someday. I stayed away from the family for Christmas, a good thing given all the drama around Justin. So I took the train up to New York and spent Christmas with my old friend and sometime lover, Jon. We could never make it as a couple, but there's a wonderful familiarity everytime we get back together.
The sexual high point for me wasn't anything spectacular, such as making love in a department store window (which my ex always promised we would do, but never happened). We were in his cozy Manhattan walkup with the lights off, just letting the ambient city illumination spill into the room. He was sitting on the love seat that passes for his sofa and I straddled him and started kissing him. He is a wonderful kisser, and knows just how to tease, then heat me up with progressively more passionate kisses. This went on for a long time, from light lip brushes to professional tongue wrestling. He always tastes fresh. Sometimes he fucks my mouth with his tongue and it reminds me of what it is like when I sit on his face and he tongue-fucks my pussy.
Gradually more clothes came off. I felt his warm hands against my back, rubbing my collar-bones -- which for some reason he makes incredibly sensual -- and caressing my breasts. By this time, my nipples were aching from being so erect, and he started to work on them. He is the man who taught me how to really have my nipples and breasts worshipped. Not being the bustiest girl in town, men often ignore my breasts -- I am definitely a magnet for legs-and-ass men. Jon loves my "perfect" pert breasts -- his words. So he worked wet circles around my nipples with his tongue, then gently sucked them. Every now and then he would nibble lightly. I felt as if there was a hgh-tension power line connecting my tits with my pussy and he was just ramping up the voltage. My panties were already sopping wet and I could feel his cock pressing against their fabric.
Then he really went at me. Cupping my breasts, he started sucking my nipples really hard. I thought I was going to pass out it felt so damned good. I told him so in words and moans. First one breast got the treatment, then the other while he stroked and pinched the opposite nipple with his fingers. I moaned and rocked against his cock, starting to have little nipplegasms. I kept trying to reach down and get him inside me, but he stopped me. "Not yet," he said. Then he would hold me strongly in place with his hands on my back while he licked and sucked on my nipples.
He finally let me pull the panties aside. He easily slipped in and I came almost immediately, nearly dislocating his neck from holding him so tightly. I came so hard I was crying and he held me for a long time. Later I got down on my knees and repaid the favor.