Naughty Rose goes bananas!

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The Herbaliser - Sensual Woman

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To become aware of my own sensuality,
I first become fully aware of my own tactile sense.
In dim light, I close my eyes and remove my clothes.

Do I lose his respect for being so wild?
Hardly. He treats me like a rare and precious jewel.
And he goes through the day proud of the fact, that with me,
He is the world's most imaginative lover.

Men pick amazing places for sexual adventure.
The wildest adventure proposed to me was in a bathtub which was full of Jello!
All I could think of, was how many boxes it would take?
What would be the most alluring colour?
The most delicious flavour?
And how could that affect our oral explorations?
If the Jello gets firm, would I bounce?

As you look around for what's new and different,
Remember these three important weapons that should be learned to keep a man in love.
Imagination, sensitivity to his moods and desires,
And the courage to experiment with new sexual techniques,
Enticing situations and places.

Lovemaking is physical, and so its its language.
Suck, cock, fuck, and prick, are not bad words.
Used in the bedroom by lovers to describe parts of the body,
And physical activities,
They are very proper indeed, and they distinctly enhance sex.
Overhaul a prudish attitude.
Don't whistle and stick up your nose, at least, not up in the air.

Jazz

It's been too long without you...
There is just jazz and insomnia.
And this chronic tiredness.
I can't wait to be falling asleep by your side again...
And I look forward to that morning, when I will be woken up by your warm body on mine...
With your soft kisses on my neck...
With your fingers on my naked breast...
And with your hard cock inside me... fuck the poetry...











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Home Alone

“Mmmm” Rose made a sleepy sound trying to cuddle up to Lechien.
“Come on honey, wake up.”
“Mmmm… no… why? … I can’t… Everything… hurts me” she continued mumbling into the pillow. Lechien just smiled and answered ironically “Uhum… should have danced more yesterday”. She made en effort to open one eye to see if he was still angry about her last night’s performance. Thinking that he was not very pleased, she closed her eyes and puckered her forehead, trying to think clearly, what should she say. Nothing came to her mind but thoughts about pain in every single muscle in her body.
“Come on, is late, we have some things to do before my flight” said her husband, stroking her nose with his finger.
“Oh shit!” she suddenly got up with her eyes wide opened “I thought your leaving on Monday!”, she looked like a small, frightened meerkat and he felt some tenderness against this poor animal “Well, it’s after midnight, so it’ll be already Monday. And now it’s after 3 in the afternoon…”. Rose looked outside the window, sun was high above the city, it was a very nice day. She was trying to recall what time did they come home. Six? Seven o’clock? She was not sure. But felt bad about everything that has happened.
“I’m sorry honey. I’m so sorry for all this yesterday’s Hollywood” she looked at him, looking for a sign of understanding. In fact even she had problems to understand what happened with her at the party.
“You silly, there's nothing to apologize for” he touched her cheek with a smile. But she didn’t want to believe him.
“I’ll make some breakf… err.. a lunch maybe” she got up and marched to the kitchen with a face of a convict.

***

“Don’t you wanna drive this time, you art-bitch?” Lechien grinned at Rose, but she made a face of an offended little girl and went to the passenger’s seat. “No I don’t…”.
After half an hour of driving they stopped in front of SEVER 2 terminal of Prague’s airport Ruzyně. She got off the car with her head down. “I will miss you…”.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” – he stopped her and put her head up, catching her chin. “Hey! Are you crying? Darling…”, he took her into his arms “hush, we’re gonna see each other in one week”.
“You don’t even have a return ticket! Hon, I wanted everything to be so perfect, the dinner, everything… and this party…”
“Shhhh” he put his fingers on her lips and looked into her glassy eyes “everything is ok, right? As soon as we finished this project I’ll be here with you, hm?”. She nodded, but the sadness didn’t wear off. It was even worse, because she thought he was such a great husband and she was not as kind for him as she should. Now he is leaving her in this city alone, with a black cat and too much time to think.

***

“Please let me know when you arrive to Barcelona, ok?”
“Of course I will… but please, don’t be sad. And do not cry, for god’s sake misita, what is wrong? We were in different countries for months and now you cry for one week?” – he stroke her head as he noticed another tears in her eyes. They were together all the time, she has forgot how it is to be without him. And this feeling of doing something wrong…

***

Standing by the fence she watched the plane taking off into the dark sky. She felt like crying again, but got herself together and went to the car. She drove home slowly, without music.
At home, cat greet her with loud meowing. She took him into her arms and carry to the bedroom. Lied down on the bed and almost immediately fallen asleep, with her arm around the cat.
Next day at the office she was completely absent-minded.
“Hey baby! What happened to your red hair?”
“Whoa, our dancing queen!”
“Hey, in a miniskirt you looked much better!”
Everyone was smiling at her, but it was not funny for her anymore. She sat down in front of the computer, and write and write and write… She stayed till evening to finish some article for next day.
And again she went to the empty house (not counting the cat). She opened the window and sat on the window sill. It smelled so nice, with the grass, flowers and ground. Summer in the city. The cat scrambled up to her knees and fell asleep there. Rose was just looking at the city, darkening sky and the sunset. After forty minutes of doing nothing she gently put the cat down and went to take the shower.
It was nice after the whole, hot day. Lukewarm water make her feel more energetic and cleared her mind a bit. So she turned on the radio and even danced a little. She was thinking about Lechien all day and he finally wrote her a short message. He had lot to do, and was tired after the night flight. She looked at his photo on the shelf and sighed.
After reading for a while, room filled out with mosquitoes so she made some hunting, leaving dead flies on the walls. As she was forced to turn off the light, she decided to watch a movie. Her choice was “Forrest Gump”, the only one she felt like watching at that moment. It made her feel better. But it was already late so she just went to bed.

***

The wind was blowing gently trough the opened window, bringing the smell of flowers. It was a very hot night so she threw the quilt on the floor. Still she couldn’t sleep, just moving from one side to another. She tried to change the side of the bed and she found Lechien’s T-shirt. It smelled like him. She felt something like a pinprick in her belly. It’s just one day and she has already missed him so much. “What will be later?” she thought. With another sigh she put herself on the back, across the bed. Thinking about him was so nice… She smiled at the mere mention of the sex they had yesterday. A sudden heat came to her like a wave. It would be so nice to feel his tongue down there. She moved her hand from the belly down, to her pussy. Gently and slowly she touched the clitoris with her middle finger. Once again, slowly up and down.. the shiver came across her body. In her mind it was the hand of her lover, but this time she was the one doing any action, she had in control her fever. She moved her hand more down and put it inside her hiney. It was already wet. So again she moved the finger with the liquid on it, up to the love-bud. Moving it up and down, faster and faster, she bite her lower lip. For a while she was teasing one point, right under the clitty what made her feel a strange cold. Like all her pussy was filled with ice. It was a feeling on the borderline of pain and incredible pleasure…
Although she was not aware of it, she was moving her hips up and down, to the left and to the right. Making circles with her ass she dreamed that it’s Lechien’s tongue instead of her wet finger. “Mmmmm” she moaned at the thought that he is not there, to put his cock inside and relieve her. Oh, how she wanted to feel his body on hers. Suddenly an idea came to her mind. She almost jumped to the drawer next to bed and took out a purple vibrator. Vibrating friend, a gift from her husband. She lied down, again on her back, but with bowed legs. She turned on the vibrator and touched the clit with it. The feeling of a sudden pleasure made her laugh, and she couldn’t help rowing her muscles. Slowly she let the joy-toy in her pussy. Inch by inch till it was all inside, completely wet of her fluids. She turned on more vibrations and raised her ass a little. Took the vibrator out and in again, faster and faster. Moving her ass up and down, more and more wildly.
But the dildo didn’t imitate Lechien’s cock as it should. Nothing could compare with the feeling of having him inside. But she didn’t care much at that moment. She remember when they were playing with the vibrator together. She smiled for that thought again. With her other hand she started to touch her clit remembering him doing this, making small circles on it. She was breathing very fast. And moving her finger very fast too. It was wet so it was very easy to move it around the clitty. The vibrator was deep inside and all together made her a feeling of floating. She imagined Lechien’s naked body on hers, rubbing her tits, his impatient hands squeezing her ass. His warm tongue licking her crack from the clit to the arshole. She scratching his back in a wild lust, like that would help making him a part of her. She was like getting high. Sweaty because of the heat, the one inside her and the summer’s one, outside. Wet with her own fluids. She wanted more and she knew she was close to the final. She brought the joy-toy out and touched the clitty with its top. That was too much. Sudden spasm moved all the middle part of her body up and she screamed. The cat got frightened and run away of the room. Her mind was floating between calm waters of the sea while her uterus was still contracting, throwing out more fluids. Lechien got off her and lied next to her hot body. She would hold him tight laughing quietly into his ear. She would. If he was there not only in her mind. She waited few minutes to calm down, took her mobile and started to write…
“Uf…I was just playing with your gift, I mean my purple vibrator… With u it’s more funny. But u were in my mind so it was nice… Mrrrauu.. (S)weet dreams..”
She pushed “send” button and smiled.

The Party

On their way to the kitchen, she grabbed his t-shirt that was lying on the floor, but didn’t care about putting the panties on again. Her boy was trying to find his pants, while she jumped to the radio and turned it on. She started to move to the beat, looking still full of energy.
“I hope you remember about tonight’s party; do you?”
“Of course I do, honey, you are talking about it everyday since Monday,” he smiled at her, putting on his boxers.
“Great, I’m afraid it can be a bit boring; but it’s important for me to be there.”
“Oh, I know, I know… people from the publishing houses, right?” he patted the cat which came from nowhere and clamored some petting with a loud meowing.
“Yep… Anyway, I have an idea to make it a bit more spicy than just a party for suited businessmen and their sluts.”
He laughed at her serious tone of voice and bitchy gestures, while she put the oranges into the basket on the table.
“So what are you going to do, darling, huh?”
“Uhm? Well, simplifying I’m gonna be a slut.”
“What?! You want to pretend to be a whore?” he poured some coke into the glass.
“Hmm… more or less like that’ she swayed her hips to the music, and bowed down to look what was in the fridge. The boy turned his head a little looking at her mooned butt. He took a sip of coke and said
“Are you crazy? you told me that there will be important people there. You were the one insisting on me wear a shirt and tie…” he was confused but he didn’t care as long he was staring at her ass, moving to the music.
“You will wear your shirt and your tie. And I’m gonna be elegant too. But just more bitchy. Because I’m sick of seeing all those guys showing off their new ladies, like they were some kind off trophy; you know what I mean? Like the girl was accounting for the man’s position. The more bitchy, the better,” she kept on explaining with her head almost inside the fridge, throwing from there some vegetables, ”and I’m out of the game, because I’m not like these kind of girls that will giggle on every of your stupid jokes, nor I’m a guy who will envy others for their new capture. You know what I mean? So I’m gonna be a ho, just to see their confusion. And I’m gonna make a salad,” she finished, coming out of the fridge with all the vegetables she had taken off.
“I’m not so sure about your point girl, but well… as you want,” he smiled at her helping with the vegetables.
“Oh damn! I love this song!” she shouted, making the guy a bit afraid at first, and she started to dance in the middle of the kitchen.
“Goddamn… from where do you get that energy?”
“From ones like you” she laughed, still dancing and making strange movements, from time to time showing some more of her body, covered only with his t-shirt. He knew that he could do her there, on the kitchen floor, and they could be making love for another hour or two; but he also knew that they didn’t have that much time.
“Come on, you loony; tell me about the salad” he touched her gently by her arms and kissed her neck. “Do you need any help?’
They soon divided the salad making duties, finished it, ate quickly and started to prepare themselves for the party.
“I’m going to have shower, do you need anything else from the bathroom? Because err… I want some time for myself there,” she said with a rather mysterious smile, taking off the t-shirt and throwing it on the floor.
“Take your time,” he said staring again at her round shapes. He thought that she was behaving a bit strange today; but coming to think about it, he kinda liked it.
After one hour or more the door of the bathroom was opened and what he saw startled him completely.
She was standing there in a creamy, short-sleeve shirt with a red, wide belt. The collar stood up, the last two bottoms undone, showing discreetly the line between her breast. A red skirt, fitting tightly her ass and hips, ended just before her knees, showing a pair of legs in black stockings. Then, red high heels. He stared amazed; but the most shocking thing was at her head. She was wearing a burning red wig. Long, red locks were surrounding her face, where the strong red lips stood out.
“Fuck…” was the only thing he could say at the moment.
She smiled at him like she knew he will like it.
“Luckily it stopped raining. It’s better for my new hairstyle,” she fixed her hair looking at the window. He came to her, touched the wig, turned her around
“Are you really going to go like that?!”
“Oh… are you scared or just ashamed?” she asked in a low voice, placing a finger onto his slightly opened mouth “Come on, put on your shoes and take these Cds, I don’t want to be late!”
“Damn, girl, I knew you were crazy but…”
“But what?” she interrupted him suddenly, looking straight into his eyes, “wouldn’t you want to taste these bloody lips? Don’t you like my sexy butt in this red skirt..? Look, it’s so tight that I couldn’t even wear panties,” she grabbed his hand and put it under the skirt, making him feel her pussy. With her other hand she pulled him to herself by his tie, and after licking his lips she whispered straight into his ear: “we shouldn’t be late,” took his hand off from her crotch and turned around into the door. ”Take the Cds, please” - that sounded like a command, that he surely wouldn’t dare not to carry out.
The smell of wet grass and asphalt hit their noses. Just a typical summer in the city.
“I’m driving!” she announced with strong voice as they approached the car. Her partner just raised his hand up in a gesture of giving up, and seated himself in the passenger seat. She got into the car, threw her purse into the backseat, changed her shoes for flat ones, making her skirt go a little higher that it should. Only now the guy realized that she was wearing no tights , but hold-ups. It turned him on even more, although he was a bit scared of what she could be up to.
“Play this one,” she gave him one of the Cds from the box.
“Hey lady, stop giving me orders,” he replied, starting to be a bit annoyed.
But his woman gave him a seductive, long look straight into his eyes then quickly moved closer to his face, grabbed his balls gently, but firmly, touched his upper lip with her tongue and said:
“Do you want to have your private bitch? Nothing’s free baby.”
He was not sure he wanted; but the red-head gave him an eye hushing all his doubts. It was a game and he had to take part on it.
She was driving too fast and singing too loud. But the streets were almost empty, like if the rain had kept all the people home, so her passenger was not as worried as he would normally be.
“I ain’t no artist! I am an artbitch!” the guy looked at her with curiosity, wondering if she chose this cd with purpose, but she just kept on shouting, pressing the gas pedal , “lick lick lick my art-tit! Suck suck suck my art-hole!”
“With pleasure, you artbitch…”
She gave him a big grin, beginning to regret that they had not stayed at home…
When they arrived to the Club 70’s it started to rain again; but not so heavy this time. They run into the door and showed the pass to the security guard, whose neck was wider than his head and enter the short hall with yellow fur on the walls.
“Oh my God! I hardly recognize you, Rose! What a hairstyle!’ some blond, American girl in a mini skirt shouted while she saw the couple.
“It’s rather temporary, you know… ah, do you know each other? This is Cynthia, she also works for the ČTK… and this is my Master. I believe you met before,” a confused Lechien shook hands with the girl. Róża had never called him like that before; but Cynthia, already drunk with Zlatý Bažant didn’t care much about the way they were introduced.
“Cum with me… everyone iz already der” she shouted through loud disco music. They followed her to the reserved room, where the fur on the walls changed to orange. Around a big table were sitting some guys with ties and girls from who Róża was not outstanding at all, even in her ridiculous red wig. Mostly foreign correspondents, several journalists, photographers, two stiff guys from a publishing house, with their shirts inside trousers, a few writers and some girls that really gave the impression of being professional whores. Their boobs were almost outside and their legs seemed not to finish. The table was full of chips, snacks and alcohol. They sat down and while everyone was introduced, Cynthia immediately bombarded Master-Lechien with questions. So his girl took the chance of being left alone and started to flirt with other guys. She was very talkative and sociable that day.
“What are you drinking Milos?” she shouted to the guy in front of her, who was drinking a fancy drink with a colourful straw.
“Wanna try?”
“Sure…” she answered with a smile, leaning forward with her elbows on the table.
Lechien looked with a concern what she was doing, remembering she had no panties underneath… He could not know if she had forgotten or if she just didn’t care about it, which wasn’t her style at all. But he had to admit that kinda liked it; and, in fact, he wanted her to bow a little more, remembering that butt he was squeezing and kissing just few hours ago. Cynthia kept on talking, but he couldn’t take the eyes out of his love. She sat down again playing with her collar and smiling to other guys, when, through the opened door, she spot the dance floor.
“Why aren’t you guys dancin’?!” she stood up suddenly moving her ass from side to side. “Come on!” she took one of the photographers by the hand and lead him to the dance floor. She didn’t turn around at all, simply started to dance, shaking her red hair and waving hands. And moving much too close to the photographer, who seemed to like her new attitude. She caught him by his waist, taking his leg between hers and gently swaying her hips. She raised her hand and deflected to gave a look to her husband who was already surrounded by two more blonds who tried to take him to the dance floor. She closed her eyes a little and bite her lower lip. She would probably run there and sit on him to show that she was his only one, but she got into her role too much. Instead of that she just went to the DJ and with a sexy smile and moving her shirt a little to the sides she managed to ask for a song. KC & the Sunshine Band started to sound in the loudspeakers as she jumped down with excitement. Milos, who was on the dance floor, came closer to her; but Róża started to dance backwards. She did this until her back touched the pink fur on the wall. She raised both hands, then lowered them slowly: touching her hair, down to her tits.. then to the sides and, swaying her hips, she went down having Milos’s crotch in front of her. That seemed to amuse her but she got up in a similar way, rubbing her ass with the furry wall, put her leg into her dance partner’s side, for him to hold it. But as he did so she quickly took it away and turned around. In the crowd he found her love without problems. Surrounded by three elegant bitches he was still looking from time to time to her. She moved to him dancing, grabbed swiftly the back of his head, looked straight into his eyes and sang mouth to mouth with KC: “Do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight!” then again she turned around, push her ass into his crotch and moved it up and down for a while feeling his cock getting bigger. Then she just moved away catching one of the bitches and started to dance with her. She wanted him to watch every or her moves. Every little hip sway, every move of her tongue on her teeth. But every time he tried to touch her she moved away. Seduce but not fulfill, that was her program for that night. For some time… Even her great acting couldn’t take away the desire.
As they were again sitting by the table she grabbed her man’s hand and firmly took it under her skirt. She got closer to the table, asking some silly things to the guy on the other side while Lechien moved his fingers inside her pussy. It was wet and warm. He twitched inside but she didn’t even turned her face to him. Just moved a little at her seat again singing to the music.

“If you want my body and you think I’m sexy, Come on, sugar, let me knoooow!! f you really need me just reach out and touch me,Come on, honey, tell me soooooo!!” finishing the chorus she stood up suddenly, again leaving her honey for another guy and running with him to the dance floor.

Her hottie stayed there, confused and with her fluids on his fingers… He finished his orange vodka, talking with some stiff and drunk guy, while looking at Rose dancing sensually with two German correspondents. He couldn’t believe his own eyes. There she was, his lovely little girl. A few hours ago she was ready to gave him everything, he was everything to her. And now she was not only paying no attention to him, but also giving some of her sexuality to other guys that she in fact didn’t even respect. He had a mix of feelings there. But another vodka orange made it’s job and finding a toilet became his main concern. He found it through the dancing crowd, were he caught the eyes of his sweetie. As he approached the toilet’s door, she pushed the Germans away and decidedly followed him. She shoved the door of the toilet hitting some big guy. Another one,completely drunk, who was pissing on the urinal, looked at her with his red eyes
“Hey, red-head… this is the man’s toilet!”
“Mind your own business! Little one you have there, by the way,” she moved forward and as her master came out of the cabin he just managed to start asking
“What are ya…”
She kind of brutally pushed him inside again, closed the door with her butt and shoved him against the wooden wall next to the toilet. Her eyes were half closed, but he could notice that the pupils were dilated. She bite his lower lip and stopped only because he screamed a little. Then she caught his hands and raised them up, pushing to the wall and at leaning on him at the same. He felt her hard boobs pressing against his chest. She licked his neck and ear and whispered to him
“I can’t take it any longer. Do me baby. Shag me in this fucking toilet; you sexpot!’ saying this she put one of her legs on the toilet and undone his trousers. “she wants it, she wants it.. so you gotta give it to her!’ he heard her singing in his ear.
“Fuck, what else can I do.. you bitch…”
He released his hand from hers, put them into her leg and licking her neck touched the lacy end of her stockings
“Put it inside!’ she shouted impatiently grabbing his dick out of his pants.
Someone tried to enter the cabin but she pushed the door shouting
“Get away! fucking in progress!” then she laughed surprised by what she just said and moving again to him she simply sat on his cock.
“Aaaaaahhh…” she was moving quickly up and down, unbuttoned her shirt and pushed his head straight into her tits.
“Lick, lick, lick my art-tits!” and that’s what he did; he had no other choice, and no other will. She got so high and crazy that she was almost jumping on him, moaning at the rhythm of the music coming from the danceflor.
“Ooohhh girl, you’re making me crazy…” he gasped into her ear and touched her sweaty ass. He squeezed it in his hands and pull it hardly towards him.
“Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh” she shouted quite loud as the excitement rised and the extreme pleasure came close to pain.
“You dirty, little slut,” he pulled the girl into himself and she sink her lips into his, like a small bat that needs to drink some blood to survive. She was kissing him wildly, moving her ass rhythmically as she got the point that she shouted again
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!” all her insides got into spasms, all her body shivering moved to the back but she still had him inside and didn’t want to change it at all. She kept on moving up and down and to the sides. Hearing her shouts and feeling what was going on in her body, her lover was close to explode
“I’m.. ooohh.. goin’ t’cum… babe…” he moaned into her ear.
Hearing this his girl got quickly down to her knees and took his hard and wet cock into her red lips. He grabbed her red hair and moved her forward and backward moaning and gasping. With a twist of her tongue, Róża quickly finished what she had started, while still having him inside of her. All his semen explode into her mouth and she swallowed it like it was ambrosia and would keep her alive forever. She licked the rests that stayed on his bullocks; then slowly got up, and cleaning her mouth with the back of her hand, she said in a low voice
“You should be more concern where do you leave your genes, honey…” She licked her lips and got out of the cabin…

The Storm

He stood there, staring at her round shapes with a smile.
“Well, it seems difficult to say no to that…”
The contact of his warm hands made her shiver. He had started to caress her sexy buttocks, enjoying the touch of her peach skin. He squeezed her, grabbed her ass sweetly; all humble attempts to catch the beauty of her butt in his fingers.
“I want you inside,” she said in a weak moan, knowing already that he won’t do it; that he wanted to tease her till she begged for it.
These thoughts made her wet the little green underwear even more, in a mix of frustration, love and desire. She could feel how his finger were surrounding playfully her vagina and anus; sometimes she would feel one of his fingers slide under the tanga for rubbing her clit or exploring the warm darkness of her pink pussy.
“Everything at its time,” he said, moving his head towards her bottom and ending the sentence in a heavy breath over the tanga. His tongue walked all along the green cloth, shaping on it the sensual profile of his lover’s labia. Here the expresion “mounts of Venus” took a stronger sense, as her flesh bursted the underwear like two proud hills crossed by a river of female juices and green fashion.
She started to breath harder as he pulled the string aside and rubbed two of his fingers all along the labia, while at the same time the tip of his tongue made the first tasting of her skin; going from her tights all along his ass until reached her asshole, which he licked with devotion. Flashes of pleasure spread all over the blond girl, who twisted her body in an inverse arch just as the cat would have done, would the animal not being lying lazily among the useless dress its lady had thrown when starting the game.
“My little pussy cat,” he said, still pressing his mouth against her rear back; and she couldn’t avoid but laughing among moans of pleasure.
There he moved to the precious gem, the wet and beautiful gate to pleasure she had kept locked under the tiny strings. His dick palpitated in arousal as he got to taste the salty juices of her partner. It was difficult for him not to get lost into her insides, to drink and suck from that beverage she was offering him in the most holy grail ever made, as a thirsty hummingbird standing in front of a green and yellow flower wide open to him. But he knew if he wanted to make her go crazy craving for sex, if he wanted to worship her little witch as she deserved, things had to go slower. So his tongue progressed little by little; along her labia first, following the borders of her magic hole later, barely touching his clit for finally going inside of her, as deep as her bums allowed him.
“Mmmm, sweeeeet…” she said, squeezing her own breasts and pressing her ass against her man’s face. Then he put one of his fingers inside of the vagina and moved it till it got completely soaked.
“Wanna little taste o’yourself, sunshine?” and he took the finger to her lips, teasing her before going inside of the mouth. The strong and feminine taste was a little shocking for the girl, but knowing that her lover was enjoying the very same flavour made her go crazy and suck it as if it were his dick. She loved him and she loved feeling desired, feeling sexy, knowing that he was completely hers; because even if he could made her lost her mind, craving to be fucked, she knew that it was her who had the control; that he could die for her perfect-shaped breasts, for her round ass, for the intense smell of her juices and the warmness of her pussy. And… damn!, right now she wanted to be filled by him, to melt with him. She moved her head up and down in hard strokes, sucking like mad her own juices from his fingers; while the boy had changed again to lick her butt hole while masturbating her with the other hand. That made her go wild.
“Put it inside of me,” she moaned. “I want to feel you, my dear!”
“What should I put, princess? I dunno… already have my fingers there…”
“You silly… put your cock… ah ah… put your cock inside of me. I want you to fuck me darling!!”
“Mmpf… but you didn’t say the magic word,” he laughed, adding an extra finger to her pussy, now completly open and soaked in juices and saliva.
“Mmmmmm… p..please, please you silly boy… fuck me…” and not waiting for the response of her – sometimes - quite childish man, she grabbed his penis and took him inside of her.
“Uhmmmm, yessssss…” both of them got lost in lust and pleasure as his hard dick made its way to her hidden softness. The feeling of the warm flesh was a dream thing on that rainy day.
“Oh, taaaak, I’ve been… aaah.. waiting for this the whole…mmmm… morning, honey.”
“I’ve… ahh… missed you too….. princesss. How was the… (damn, you’re… aah…a goddess) writing, girl”
“Mm.. nn.. nice (ah..ah..harder, darling..’wanna ‘hard). Sssix pages, mayb…e a couple worthwile.”
“…głupia…”
Biting his own lip, he stared at the wonderful show going on in front of him. His girl was quite talkative this day, and the moans, little shouts and sighs she let go every time she wanted to explain something made him feel in heaven. The going-and-coming of her buttocks, splashing with a rhythmic sound against his own tights; the sight of her rounded and pointy tits hanging and moving between her arms; her soft back, her delightful neck under the short blond hair…
“I..it got worse …ah…at the grocery store. Check…ed those pepinos and… mmmm…”
He was holding her buttocks, moving her front and backwards; while she masturbated her clitoris with fast movements. When he eventually took one of his thumbs near his anus, she hesitated; but then asked for it to go inside. It was only some weeks ago they started to try the anal way, but she was beginning to love it; feeling his back stuffed by his love was so sexy… she went lose in lust.
“I …think I won’t hold it much more… darling,” with that ‘darling’ word flying high as she was.
“So…mmm.. so don’t hold it, ‘luv. I want to… make you cum as ever…”
“But… aah.. aaa..b..but Iaaah… aaaaaaaaaaahh….fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…….”
The man slowered down and started to kiss her gently in the back, moving up slowly for whispering in her ear: “I love you, babe…”
“I love you too…” she said, with a broken but happy voice as she started to move rhythmically again. “Do you want to cum?”
“Well… in fact I was thinking… about moving towards the window… is a wonderful rainy day out… there in the city.”
When hearing this she stoped and started to giggle like the sweet fairy she was.
“What did I say?” he asked perplexed, now lying and embracing her, still inside but without moving.
“Mmmm… móje kochane…” she kissed softly his lips “… you just said what I was trying to before you made me reach this wonderful orgasm,” and, still giggling, she went towards the big window and stared outside.
“Look, it’s great!!”
He came to her and hugged from behind; kissed her neck and ear for then looking at the city cheek-by-cheek with her.
“Yes, it is; but is even more wonderful being with you, little witch.”
They got lost in a long and messy kiss for a while, touching their now naked bodies, enjoying every hidden corner of their anatomy. But the need started to grow inside of them again, as melting together was the only right thing to do on that moment. They hug so strong that the cat run away fearing they could explode. Then, he made her rest against the window gently, facing the rainy street. She felt the cold window pressing against her breasts and pulled out a little with a shiver.
“Damn! It’s so cold!” she said smiling.
“So let me warm you, then”
He went on, worshiping all of her body. Licking from the feet till the ears, following with his hands the round, soft shapes of hers.
“You’re the most perfect girl ever, ‘you know that?” and gently and slowly, he put the tip of his dick inside of her.
“..aa..mmmmm,” again, the indescriptible pleasure of the warm flesh and love. He started to move slowly, standing right behind her, embracing his sweet girl with the whole of his body. The rain drops drummed softly against the glass, like dancing at the same melody the couple was playing. She had her arms and hands against the window, while he covered them with his own, pressing his chest against her back, his crotch against her ass.
“Ha..ha.. look… that kid is watching us,” she said with a giggle, and he stoped licking her neck to have a look, while still keeping the rhythmic movement of their waists.
“Oh, that’s true.” There was a kid down there in the street looking in amazement under the rain. The couple waved friendly and she even wrinkled at him, while her lover pressend deep his cock inside of her. “Well… I guess he had to… discover how this… works one of these days…”
“ Mmmm ahh.. how many people… d’you think that mussst be making love.. right now?” she asked.
“Uhm… that counts.. counts the ones just having sex, lady?”
“Don’t know.. maybe? Oh look, that’s the mother… ah… mmm… she is an ugly angry baba. Ah… yep… she seems to be yelling at u..ss..us.”
“…uhm..poor… kiddo.”
But who could care on that moment, while they were flying in joy over the wet city, feeling more alive than anyone, together in love. The streets, the rain and the world were only theirs, as they were completely open to every little pleasure that existence had to offer. Grey clouds were gathering together, getting one on top of the other as to witness the enjoyment of the young couple. Till it came the moment it was too much and, with a huge thunder, the storm began.
“Aaah… ahh…i’m cumming again, hon… honey!”
“Mmmmme too, princess…”
And as the streets of Prague got flooded by a wall of water, the young lady got her insides filled with the seed of his love and the pleasure of the most delightful sex. She turned to kiss him; and like in a low level Hollywood romance, both of them whispered “I love you,” at the same time and laughed. Then, the pretty girl went down, kissing the chest of the boy till she reached his penis, which she licked as if covered by the most precious liquid in the world.
“He has to be cleaned,” she giggled, moving her tongue all along the top of it. The man smiled tenderly at his loving girl. Right now he could do anything for her. Like, for example, make the meal.
“So, my pretty goddess… leave some empty space in that tinny stomach of yours, and tell me what did you bought? Besides oranges, I mean.” And laughing, they left to the kitchen.

The Rain

He was standing thoughtfully, leaning against a big window which constituted almost the whole wall, looking somewhere between the raindrops. It was a heavy rain and the water had been hitting the glass and the windowsill relentlessly for more than half an hour. The room was quite dark and gloomy, as it was illuminated only with the lights of the city. A cat came to him but, seeing no interest, quickly got back to his favorite place on the bookshelf. Minutes went by; and if the little drops outside were not falling down, one after another, making moving shadows on a creamy-beige walls, it would be a perfectly still picture.

Suddenly the cat jumped gently from a bookshelf and run towards the door which had just opened slowly. A dark figure appeared breathing heavily and making a lot of noise. Some keys fell upon the wooden floor, the door slammed noisily, the cat got under a skirt meowing, and a few round things were dropped and bumped towards the window.
“Cholera… kocie wyłaź!” said the figure, after some seconds of struggling, trying to take the cat out of the bag and to pick up the oranges that had fallen down.
“Hey pretty!” the man walked quickly towards her stepping on one of the oranges, “Oh shit…”
“Don’t scare me! I didn’t expect you here… Why it’s so dark? Kocie, get out of the bag! I was running all the way, through the old town, and the bridge and… Ooohh fuck I bought these oranges especially for you, to make…” he stopped the stream of words kissing her tenderly.
“…to make…” she tried to explain but he kissed her again. She gave up and took a deep breath smelling his perfume. Something inside her stirred.
“We were waiting for our princess,” he said in a flirty voice, taking the cat into his arms.
“Ooh… Prince Charming and his loyal squire, how sweet,” she gave them a big grin, feeling tickles in her stomach as she looked into his brown eyes.
“I see you have enjoyed the rain…” he said with a smile, feeling a little sorry for her.
“Si, la lluvia en Sevilla es una maravilla, huh?… Pero no estamos en Sevilla…”
“You’re crazy,” he laughed and turn on the light in the adjoining kitchen. The cat jumped out of his arms to the table and started to lick his paw, cleaning it from the rest of the orange.
“Quiero un té…”
He looked at her carefully. Now with the light he understood what he had felt before when touching her - she was completely soaked. Her hair were sticked into her pale face and the light green dress showed every detail of her body. Her rather small breast looked almost like the orange she was holding in her hand. Her nipples, hard because of the cold rain, could be seen from a distance.
“I guess I should change.” She was staring at him like mesmerized and forgetting to leave the orange, went with it to the bathroom.
He turned on the electric kettle and was about to find some good tea, when he heard her saying in a low voice
“Have you ever made love during a storm?”
“I thought that you wanted a tea…?” he asked biting his lower lip, as he realized that she was now standing there almost naked. Her blue eyes were half closed. The only things she was wearing at that moment were a strange kind of smile, the smell of the smashed orange and a completely wet, light green thong…

She came closer to him, swaying her hips. Her fingers touched his slightly opened lips and then made a short travel through his body. Down to the chest, she did a zig zag stopping for a while on the nipple, moving then quickly to the belly. Here she made a few circles, still moving her hips to the non-existent music and her fingers quickly went down and finished their trip squeezing his balls. He smiled at her shaking his head and put his hand on her ass pulling her to himself. Words were unnecessary.

She felt an uncontrollable lust, coming from inside so she violently took his head in her hands, drove up to her face and kissed him deeply. She could feel his cock getting bigger, what made her even more wild. She pushed him a little, taking off his t-shirt.
They were necking in the middle of the room, with the view on the crying Prague outside the big window. But the world outside didn’t exist for them at that moment.
She was like hypnotized, could look only at him and feel every movement of his hands. Like his touching her ass, back, neck and tits were the only things that would let her survive. She would beg for it if he’d suddenly stop. But he didn’t.

She licked his ear, then his neck and moved her tongue down his torso as she got to her knees. With her teeth she unbuttoned his jeans and helping herself with her hands she pulled them down, together with briefs. There it was, standing gently in front of her face. She gave it a small kiss and she went more down to deal with the jeans and socks. When she’d finished, she came back; took it gently into her hand, staring at it with love. She giggled as the cat walked between her legs with his tail raised.
“He is jealous!”
“No wonder…” She kissed his cock again. Licked the top, pulling down the skin and finally took it into her mouth.
“Mmmm…” she heard his small moan and smiled to herself. She wanted to make him crazy, to give him the pleasure that any other girl had given him before. She was sure, that one day she would do it and none of them will ever forget it. But that was just the beginning, the rehearsal before the great show. She was pleased thinking about that and started to move her head back and forward while playing with her tongue. He put his hand into her wet hair, pulling her closer and gently pushing away by turns.

She could feel how wet inside she was, not in the least because of the rain… She was desirous of having him inside. Right now. She couldn’t wait any minute; like she could explode if he didn’t finish inside her. So she stood up; and kissing him all the time she moved him back into the sofa. But instead of making him lie, there she got again to her knees, put her body, from the waist up, into the sofa, sticking out her firm bottom with wet thongs.
“Take me from the back…”