Kisss
Spider Moon
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Copyright © 2011 by Spider Moon
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Kisss
Her kisses left something to be desired... the rest of her. ~Author Unknown
From her opening command "kiss me," I was hooked on kissing this Aphrodite among women and in fact so much kissing did I do that she offered a slightly modified version of her kiss me command, "kiss me when I say so."
A difficult one to follow since she was so eminently kissable I could not stop myself no matter what. You could say this is where the problems began, turning me from kissing guy to kissing stalker guy.
You could also say at this point our acquaintance had reached an impasse. No matter. This would not go unanswered. Having found the supreme kissable one of all kissable ones I was not going to give up so easily.
No. Afraid not.
That she chose to deliver this ultimatum while undressing in her bedroom created a swarming stew of subtext that was not wasted on me. Did she mean what she said? Or was this some kind of test? Tell me to "not" kiss her and see if I honored her command, much as I had honored, and would continue to honor, her initial command of "kiss me."
I tell you, she was playing with fire.
Meanwhile temperatures were rising in the southern quarter. She bent over the bed, her gorgeous ass proudly framed by her signature blue thong. Around the edges I could see the outer realm of her succulent lips peeking demurely at me, the message loud and clear to my enflamed passions: kiss me, kiss me. I dove in like a starving coyote as she yelped in surprise and melted in submission.
A kiss is the upper persuasion for a lower invasion. ~Author Unknown
Maybe she wanted me to stop kissing her. Maybe she did not. All I knew was that at this point she had presented a sumptuous feast to the starving and I did not need to be asked twice. So the feasting went on until she was quite spent and I had given her all the rides she could handle.
Through sex saturated lips she whispered something about not being able to walk, maybe, to which I smiled inside. Such a compliment! Now we could continue past the "do not kiss" rule until another day. I did find it apropos to tell her that if she waved her near naked bubble butt in my direction, she should be prepared to be kissed and devoured ferociously. To this she smiled and puckered her gloriously full sweet lips.
Suddenly it was as if all strife had receded into the background of desperate dreams.