The First Kiss

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First Kiss

We reconnected about 3 years after a matching in the app-us-sphere. Our communication faded within the poly saturation, before meeting in person. There was a genuine eagerness to pick up where we had left off. The initial back and forth was cordial and highlighted the past year’s experiences, growth and challenges. We intentionally made time to meet in person to avoid any potential fading into life’s calamities. Seeing each other against the low lit backdrop re-ignited the curious and flirtatious nature of the past. We respectfully ended the night with pleasantries and a hug, later realizing we both wanted to kiss one another.

The following week our messaging progressed from cautious inquiries to photo sharing and spoken desires. We planned a night at my place, I’d cook dinner and we’d allow the night to go in whatever direction felt right. Additional sexting revealed that she’d never had a gushing gspot orgasm, despite concerted efforts by her and her partners. She had reluctantly arrived at the conclusion that her body was incapable of the experience. I held back telling her of my own experiences, my reading, my listening, and learned touch. All of my teachers demanding that I learn how to intentionally honor her body, and to worship her experience as her’s alone. Consent would above all be a gift, a shared connection, a lens into her timeless power.


When I opened the door, she was met with the aromatics of my cooking. The tension was palpable and immediate as soon as we embraced. Stepping back, we closed the door and allowed ourselves the kiss we’d been imaging. Her lips fitting perfectly within mine. Downy and full, she offered all of her all of them, exchanging our exhales, as our barely audible sounds passed to one another.

We reluctantly refrained from falling into each others passion to
allow time to connect. We both ate sparing, appreciating the taste, our eye contact and a growing sense of desire.

The sexual tension eventually felt almost feverish, leading us to the couch, we attempted to continue conversation and quickly fell into each other’s kiss. Deeper now, we pulled each other’s bodies closer, resolving to pause again to head to my bedroom.

Our clothes coming off immediately, standing in the warmth of the room, the heat building within each other. As she laid back, the golden reddish light, reflected seductively off of her curves. We again fell into each others experience, the accompanying music echoing composer’s passionate retellings. Now skin to skin, her body goddess, I breathed out “your body is so fucking hot”. Kissing her arched neck, her exhales, my hands finding her breasts. Her curves collapsing and rebounding, caressing moving into grasping and encompassing all of her. Her chest rising, my hands pressing into the her sides. Pressure inward against her soft skin, the contact tensioning within my palm, slowly releasing in upward movement. She inhaled audibly, welcoming the subtle burn of stretching taught skin. That part of her seldom touched, erogenous, and conjuring. Sweat forming between us, her nipples anchored and rigid, filled my mouth. Holding them between tongue and teeth, again “you are so fucking hot” escaped from my teeth compressed and pulling. Downward I attended and worshiped her. Receiving her consent, her hands pushing my head into her opening legs. My hands still gripping her middle in adorned appreciation of her body, and its beautiful story.

Her legs widened within the weight of my passing shoulders. Pursuing her rhythm, and rising responsiveness. My hand cradling her sacrum, kissing and gently biting her inner thighs. Teeth held longer and heavier where she bends. Compressing sinew splayed and releasing. Edging closer, gently parting her with the back of my tongue. Thumbs gliding along either side of her, opening her wet and pink. Her folds held safely within her, palpably swelling, narrowing the space where inner meets outer.

I tasted her, inhaled her, my lips pulling, holding, and pausing in first pass. Tracing her edge, closer still not in her, giving in to the taste and perfection of her. The olfactory of her, resonating and becoming me. Extending my arms , passing under her butterflied legs, I took her hands into mine. I couldn’t help pushing my tongue in deeper trailing upward.

You are so fucking beautiful . Repeat…


Slower and slower, tracing higher, finding her clit hard and shadowing the soft backside of my tongue. Pausing again in acclimation in my intention… my gratitude... I took her into my lips, remembering and reminding myself to be slower. Pursing my lips pillowy and soft, I held her in a gentle seal and suction. Swaying up and down, splaying my lips all the way to her base. I wanted to *** on her, I wanted her to fill my throat. My lips tightening, exposing and disrobing her.

You’re so fucking beautiful. Fuck.. slower! Go slower.

Pacing myself, acknowledging her, again requesting her permission, by tapping with backside of my tongue, beautiful, slower, intentional, remembering her.

The music of her breathing and soft moans crescendoing into her hips subtle arch. Releasing my hands, she ground down into me, fucking my mouth filling my throat. My forearms passing her thighs, opening her, extending along the sides of her, tensioning skin, widening my hands, encapsulating her torso,rounding her breasts.

You’re so fucking beautiful..
Harder.. .

Her nipples hardening between thumb and index. Her hips collapsed as she grabbed her tits, pulling them into her chest.

Harder… release, again, release.

I dragged my arms toward her core, grinding my forearms into her bend. Her thighs momentarily object to the weight of me, releasing to my softening touch, and splaying wider. Our eyes meet, hers looking down into mine. Holding gaze and space, she smiled while holding my eye contact. She grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me into her. Grasping my hair, pulling it, almost cumming in her assertion. Pulling me deeper, filling my mouth, wet and hard.

Faster…

She released my head, throwing her arms toward her sides. Arching her back within her set pace, harder and faster.

Focus…

In ernst I pull my face away, to reposition my arms. Deep breathing now lengthening and slower. Cumming so close, so close…. Her resolution barely discernible. I place my pillowed lips around her clit and slowly enter her with my index and middle finger. My tongue holding place, massaging and softening. My fingers supple, exploring and again seeking permission. She is so fucking hung, swollen and dripping. She opens, allowing my fingers to explore to their farthest reach.


She’s so fucking beautiful.
Slower…

Listening to moans changing within this new touch. She breathed with the slightest bit of inquiry, holding her breath, and recognizing her hesitation, she releases.. She allows my fingers to reach further and pull slowly along her pronounced ridge. Rolling my fingers back and pressing in, pulling forward. Slower… beautiful… passing again and again, separating along either side of her girth. She says my name almost in question, quietly moaning oh fuck, my name again in her quickening breath, oh fuck.

My tongue still circling her clit, my lips sealing at her base. She’s hard again, swaying assertion and extending into my mouth. With open and flattened tongue I can feel all of her, hung and extending downward and inside of her.

She is fucking beautiful. She allows, she’s fucking magic.

Edging...

Her breathing deepens, exhaling in slow shuttering… inhale.

Mapping and listening and synching, my fingers find her deeper and softening. Still swollen and hard, I find her recess, her collapse and embrace. I feel her thighs flex, accommodating the reverberating her curling toes. She breathes in suddenly, with narrowed airway, its pitch noticeably shifted, gripping head as she momentarily cums. She feels herself pour out of her, if only for a second. In question and release she moans, she arches, oh fuck, I’m my god. Inhaling and exhaling her words.


She is so fucking beautiful. Her power… fucking magic.

Harder…

I slowly remove my fingers, her breathing still paced and inquiring. Moving up her body, I find her lips and fall again into her kiss. Bringing her taste to her, my face soaking with her. Kissing deeper, my scruff abrasive against her face, our tongues seamlessly receiving one another.

She allows me to hold her wrists behind her head. Bringing her leg upward and securing it against my shoulder. Eyes open in the golden reddish light, we look into each other. My other hand entering her, finding her soft recess, her rhythm and moan.

She’s so fucking beautiful, fucking magic. She commands


Contracting and swollen she grips my fingers within her. Exhaling oh fuck oh fuuck, I’m cumming. Contracting , squeezing, releasing she commands with yes! Yes ! fucking harder! She says my name, oh fuck, commanding harder. Her hips suspended, her one leg braced against my chest, wrists still restrained under the weight of my other hand. I enter her, exploring deeper, pulling forward, she commands harder. Her eyes locking with mine, she starts gushing and cumming she moans loader, toes curling and rapid breath. Her cum pours onto her, spilling down her curves goddess. Commanding don’t fucking stop, she edges and holds and holds. Releasing her sound and breath, rising way above music she cums harder and louder. She releases her hands, and drops her legs to the bed. I pull out of her start to run my knuckles up and down, pressing into her clit. Her moans pitch higher in puddling multiple clitoral orgasm. She grabs my hand gently, pushing it off of her, allowing me to collapse into her embrace.

She’s so fucking beautiful. She’s magic.

[BD****]

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