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Passionate kisses returned The last time I was suppose to visit my haven, I reached out to my "Passionate Kisses" blog lover to join. Sadly, he was unavailable and my visit fell through. My precious pussy eater. I discovered him shortly after I made decisions that produced unfavorable outcomes which caused my King and I to previously part. Before the most romantic first date of my life, I had been turned off by the number of people who couldn't comprehend my pee hole could never be my pleasure source. Within moments of arriving to the honeymoon cottage in the mountains with a two person Jacuzzi he delivered his impeccable credentials regarding his cunniligus to my menses mound. Our second date found him in the fantasy land surrounded in a hot tub by women. All of the women were thrilled with his expertise. Going around in the perfect circle my 10 year celibate man made up for lost time and pleasures. Ever since then, blood and water have ruled our encounters. We don't really talk in between. He is a switch who is such a cute Daddy and tops me mainly. Serial relationship addict, this year he has sworn off deeper connections. Single for the first time in well over 45 years. My haven. I have seduced hundreds within the crystal waters. I hadn't played there since my heart was broken a few years back. He is who the universe brought me to break that fast. The hello. Because he is a switch, I can overpower him instantly. I have to be very little and non-ruling around him to get what I want. Yet, because he is a switch I can be the most playful sadistic little girl. He knows how to be Daddy. My lips dance around his but he is in control. As much as he desires that connection of the elusive tongue dance, he withholds. My hands go under his shirt. The smooth masculine pelt thrills me. Eye contact is kept during this elegant interlude. Continual enticing. Finally he swoops in and my lips part in gratitude. My hands exploring his torso. He has put on enough weight to where he is more attractive to me. Muscle should be under a layer of soft fat. Better to cuddle. Post embrace, we catch up on life. I ramble incessantly about the King. Then he rocks my world with his test scores. My poor lover. Until he met me and learned that he can be cherished and be a slut, he had lived a barren existence. STI free. He is happy yet sad. I have passed him now to every woman in my circle of friends and lovers. We all maintain healthy statuses. I am puzzled as I watch him struggle. The fact he is fine scares the shit out of him because he has eaten dozens of pussies this year. He doesn't know how to balance risk with pleasure. How can he safely play knowing what lies with debauchery? I take him to the hot tub. I remind him sensually that he still drives his car regardless of the fact that he has been in accidents. My hand on his cock. Things stir. I hurt him repeatedly. The cutest lil girl ever sitting in her Daddy's lap. Empathy serves me well when pleasing others. Intense pressure properly distributed his cock swell to my puppeteering. If I care, there is no cloak I deny. Causing him pain didn't diminish him in my eyes, it connected us instead. A nibble here. A bite there. Water makes flesh willing. We don't. In spite of his clean tests and our blood play we are not otherwise fluid bound. I rub against him, the pressure thrills us both without penetration. Friends arrive. A succulent lass fixes a feast. The King calls. Everyone knows who he is and who he is to me. He is at least 25% of what I speak about every day. My pussy eater heard during our first date why I walked away and how the King had regained admission to my realm subsequently. A good chat, then I was dismissed to eat dinner. My friends, though mainly vanilla have no issues showing affection in front of us. We have fucked in front of each other on numerous occasions. Dinner was playful therein. During dinner, the discussion of how I juggled truth with multiple partners was brought up. I explained that yes, I answer the King's call regardless. I used an example where the King knew I was in another man's bed when He called and I answered while fucking. I showed my loyalty and honesty to Him. Ultimate turn on. I had never seen my pussy eater jealous until that moment. The idea of another man holding me tight all night thoroughly ruffled his feathers. The one night we spent in bed together there was no sleep and our bodies never parted. I reminded him that I am who I am and am not a sleep cuddler with most thereby there was no space to envy. Post dinner hot tub soak followed by the demanding lil girl insisting on a beating. Although he eats my pussy regularly we haven't gone here much. Pity. It has been almost a month since my ass was last beaten. His percussion skills come into play as he positions my naked body over his lap. My vanillas enjoy the beats as they fix a lava cake dessert for us all. I can take whatever pain he decrees. My ass is happy as she insists we join. Unaware my body is rejecting food for bloody reasons I graciously declined dessert. Sitting with Daddy, he feeds me a few bites. I am safe enough to be small for him. He has brought his toy bag. Yea me! I select the implements to thrill my flesh. Leather paddle, leather flogger and his fun black sticks. Fuck it hurts. I don't bottom enough lately so the pain is fresh. Each strike catches my attention. We have moved to the formal living room. Defiling that haughty space was exquisite. My vanillas loved all of my lil noises. I was such a happy girl. His noises were lounder. I needed real pain. He provided. Thuds, smacks and hisses of implements mixed with my cooing. I had insisted at the beginning he penetrated me before concluding. Instead, when the time came, his tongue was in demand. I needed to feel his hunger. Repetitive orgasmic bliss obtained I turned the tables. He doesn't cum easily nor regularly. I don't take this as a challenge. The journey is the true goal. I lay my head on his leg. I suck and nibble while maintaining eye contact. I feel special at this moment. I know he will leave shortly. This cannot last, yet in this moment I feel connected. He stops me. He pulls me up to his chest. I collapse in his loving embrace. We hold each other tight. Feeding each other such loving warmth. I won't make this hard on him. Santa Ana is a lifetime away. He has work and responsibilities. I am just a whisper in time. I get up and walk him out. The warm winds surround me as I blow a kiss to the parting pleasure. |
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