Kissing Session

Arrives at my house on time. I see him arrive, contemplate how he plays with his phone before announcing that he's arrived.

He announces and comes up. Our conversation is fluid, I like making him laugh and observing his turns. He has something that catches me and I can't figure out what it is. Maybe I don't have to figure it out, just feel it.

He kisses me and drives every cell of my skin crazy. I don't understand how he does it. But I can feel it. I enjoy it.

I close my eyes. I navigate the craziness of feeling his kisses.

I want him. But I stay still. Keep breathing. As he keeps kissing me.

He's behind me. Kisses without pause. My neck is his and I'm too afraid to move. He continues. Brushes my skin with his fingers. It stands on end.

The slightest movement will break the bubble. I don't want it to. Still, I wonder how long I can take until he kisses me again and feels it in my mouth once more. It's a delicious game. I like playing with him.

The game changes again and disorients me. He kisses passionately. As if he couldn't resist eating from my mouth. I hug him.

It's a pleasure that can't be described with words when his breathing changes.

In this crazy session of kisses, I have one more turn in mind.

I want to tie him up.

I want him to surrender.

I'd like to know what he thinks. But he won't tell me. Not today.

His perverse smile is fun. I don't know what steps to take next. But I'm encouraged to do it.

Unbutton his shirt. Kiss every part I uncover as I take it off.

I look for a handkerchief. Make a knot between his hands. Another for his eyes.

There, still, I contemplate him once more. I like running my nails over his chest. He arches.

His perfume. His neck is now mine. I kiss. Lick. Brush with my teeth.

His breathing changes and my eyes become luxurious... I want more of that.

I think if he'll tolerate my whims. If he'll tolerate my kisses. My caresses.

It's his turn for his pants. Unbutton slowly while pressing my face into his stomach.

I run my tongue over it and kiss every part. from his body. I emphasize his hips... His breathing changes once more. He's anxious for me to have his cock in my mouth. I can notice it. But I'm not going to give it to him. Not now.

This ordeal is generated by me. And even though I want it, I won't stop until he begs me to. It's my goal. I want to hear him out. I keep playing and driving him crazy. Exciting him.

I know he's going to explode at any moment. He keeps breathing heavily. Each time stronger. My mouth now runs over every inch of my lust. I don't take my eyes off his face while doing it. He remains blindfolded and without much movement.

It's when I hear him whispering. 'Stop, I can't take it anymore'

I smile. Mission accomplished.

It's the moment to take him to my bed... but that's another story...

Continues...