evening and morning, unbridled lust with the other eleven was just incredible, but it simply isn’t enough. To share a bed with the others every night, to wake to their embrace each morning. To give and receive love, so freely, so unconditionally… I long for them, my body aches for them….
Can you imagine what it is like to have a dozen lips kissing your body, a dozen sets of hands massaging every inch of your physique? It was so incredible, we have missed this so much as we must be away from one another to do the work of Satin’s Church. But, for just over a month…. paradise.
Now that we have all returned to our bases of operation, we just crave so much more. The entire car ride from the airport I kept cuddling and kissing Crystal. Her shirt was open enough to reveal her perfectly shaped breasts. They are so perfect, the airconditioning brought her nipples to erection, and as I moved my mouth she moaned and took my hand to her thigh. Her skirt was so short, I just couldn’t help running my hands up further; and she wasn’t wearing underwear. I couldn’t resist; I think the driver saw me bring her to orgasim.
Crystal and I have only been back long enough to shower, and we needed to shower from our shower. Crystal won’t stop kissing me, she is running her tongue around the nape of my neck, and now full on my mouth. I can still taste the others on her, no matter how much we have showered, the scent of the women remain. Now, even as I try to type this, Crystal is running her hands along my thighs. I try to stop her so I can type, but she won’t let me. I am soaking wet, and not from the shower.
Now she has moved her attention to my breasts. She is circling around each nipple, so delicately. She knows how much I like it rough, but she won’t bite, she is simply licking and teasing.
I want to take my hands off this keyboard, but I promised Her that I would update the blog as soon as we returned.
I can’t keep this up, Crystal just took my nipple in her mouth and she is suckling for milk that isn’t there. Now she is finally biting. I am so wet, so ready. Her hands are getting rougher, she is rubbing hard as she massages my thighs. I let out a scream.
O, God. She just plunged her finger in……
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