whet dreams r made

Where the valley met the forge and under the light of a full moon, a radiant voluptuous woman (fitted with necessary accoutrements of survival) seemed to appear magically from the Earth. She spoke my name.

Although the utterance brief, she spoke volumes. Ballads flitted to and fro whence she softly (and barely audibly) uttered the words “come with me and let us make unrequited love”!

Naturally, I willingly surrendered per that carnal, feral, integral lovely orgiastic hormonal riposte that validates consensual adulthood in general and manhood in particular!

We stole away to some secluded hideaway camouflaged cottage and effortlessly shed our clothes in preparation for that au natural buck-naked wholesome fusion of two bodies exuding ambition toward coital contentment.

That je nais se quoi most basic delectable frisson heralding jubilant lasciviousness meandered pleasingly replacing sweet nothings subtly directing tactile overtures of amorousness.

Before the blink of an eye, we both concurred via non-verbal communication to allow the flirtatious kibitzing to find us reconnoitering straightaway, which led to a bushy segue way transition from aural to a choral, epochal and oral experience!

As a sentient healthy homo sapiens (awash with immediate desires to become aroused, caressed, enticed to ascend the acme of climactic fulfillment), I embraced this corporeal embodiment of near aesthetic perfection!

Lips touched those of the other before our respective tongues became quick tasty buddies reaching and stretching into the dental cavity of the once former strangers!

French kissing consumed this writer like the dickens and found him imbibing the still lingering residue of the last morsel and drink ingested from this fair maiden whose longing for passionate discovery of mine so called pie hole equally powerful!

Both of us nearly drank away every last drop of saliva from the other, which found us in need of a brief reprieve in order to moisten mouths from goblets of vintage eau de filtered water proffered from a well stocked canteen.

After slaking thirsts, a resumption of smooching resumed until this first stage of foreplay amply warmed the cockles and non-shellfish eating paramours paving the way for titular teasing and prancing (breaking out into sing and dancing) phallus!

Two firm breasts belonging to the breathtaking beauty bamboozled, beckoned and bedazzled this boyish older fellow, who reached out to massage mammary glands first using fingers thence commencing to apply tip of thy taste tester ala this teetotaler tongue tied teenager in an older body!

Like some overgrown baby, a precocious urge overtook yours truly to suckle the bosom per this millennial descendent of Abraham attempting to wheedle droplets of honeyed juice, likened to heavenly sweetest nectar produced by any bees!

Eons seem to elapse while this naked ape. He felt very thankful to inherit pleasure seeking peter principle chromosomes nature perfected since the dawn of hominids cradled, nestled and snuggled between concave cleavages (just apropos for this shaggy haired covered head) ideally spaced nipples quite accessible to suckle!

Pressure from feminine hands disrupted blissful drunken stupor and nudged supple movements. Agile and nimble calisthenics (a mental thought this gal probably spent hours as a ballet dancer of gymnast) augmented, gravitated and promulgated a Venus on the half shell vista!

A coarse dark tangled thicket of pubic hair enmeshed against thine smooth shaven countenance!

Akin to an adventurer exploring fecund liquid newfound Netherlands (yet as old as Methuselah) testosterone laden (filled to overflowing the bin there done that) excitement arose per the occasion to plod and probe the miniature landscape of dells and valleys.

Clitoral jungle found the necessity to use moi serpent seasoned appurtenance to investigate the hidden wellspring housing the pheromone factory. Inner and outer labia teased apart while the fleshy prong probed deeper into aptly named self-cleaning oven!

A series of gentle paintbrush like motions began to elicit primal groans and moans of erotic ecstasy from this supine slave of my sexual appetite! She willingly obliged this country chap to sequester his lithe pointed talker to traipse the trellis of pubic perimeter surely gallivanting the microcosmic ridges and ruffles insistent to locate that eponymous (well nigh impossible to find as truffles) “G” spot!

Upon blindly stumbling upon said generator of climactic electric and fantastic intrinsic juice, an opportune time arose to thrust the unsheathed scabbard and claim the land for merry olde England!

Thus ends the bit size drill that t’will bore ye dear reader!