Your Hair (A Reverie)

Again, I sit on the floor, my hand caressing your feet, warming you. Your toenails are plum-colored and I move my fingers between your toes, caressing, tickling a little. You react, pulling back, but wanting more...

My head is leaning against your knee, loving being here, so close. Your hand is feeling my head. I am so comfortable, so safe, so loved...

You open your legs and my head shifts. I look up at you and you smile. You smile back, then look very serious.

'Please, Rae...'

You open your legs more and slide down in the chair, inviting me to your garden. I look at you, the black hair covering your mound, framing your lips and continuing down into your bottom crack.

'Rae?...'

I look up at you, with an inquiring expression.

'My Rae........'

Your pelvis thrusts up and my tongue slides out to lick you. I open you with my tongue, your lips wet, your taste amazing.

'Rae.......................'

Your hand returns to my head, this time holding me firmly at your opening. I lick and lick, making your hair wet. My tongue slides into you so easily, my nose being tickled. I kiss you all over, slide my tongue in, sucking on your long hair, tasting you on it. You smell so good and my tongue glides and I suck on your bud, so ready for me.

You open wider and I stare at the hair at the very top of your thighs, so dark and luxuriant. I follow the path of it with my eyes, the way it curves over the underside of your bottom cheeks and into the mysterious crack there. I inhale deeply, drawing your essence in, then exhale. My mouth covers your mound, my tongue once again deep in you...where I belong...where I want to be. A hear a little noise escape from your mouth...your excitement I presume...

I pull back and look at you...just look...your labia move so slightly with your breathing...your legs closing, then opening, then closing again, to stimulate yourself. All the time I watch...and seek the small signs, the changes in your folds, the wetness growing. You let me see you, knowing what is means for me...for us...the voyeuristic and exhibitionist predilections we both enjoy so thoroughly, making us who we are in this moment, as in so many moments before.

I taste you briefly, licking, just to remind myself of you, to have your essence within me, to swallow you. I lick again, cleaning you and for a brief instant my tongue slides in, then retracts and I return to the purely visual, letting you show me what you wish to.

You open more and bring your knees up to your chest so the tableau before me is complete. Your hands hold my head so lovingly, gentle, but also firm, telling me that you don't want me to be anywhere else. I look up at your face, into your eyes. They are closed; you are just listening, feeling, but you sense me and look down at me. We exchange looks of deep desire for each other...my tongue licks my lips...you watch carefully...I look back at your open flower...honey is dripping down, moving slowly into your bottom crack. It is glistening and I stare, mesmerized.

You rock a little, inviting me on, coaxing me. I just watch, teasing you hard, waiting...just waiting, while I watch, my glances alternating between your face and your openings. Your eyes are shut again, my sweet darling woman, and I am on fire, but I can't let you know that yet. I want you to feel loved, to be the recipient of my powerful desires, and part of that is waiting, as you know so well.

I bring my face back towards your open thighs, smelling you everywhere, looking, taking you in, fetishizing. My heart is beating wildly, I am so turned on. I love being here with you, in this exact place...our place. I need to taste you, just as you want to be tasted, I can tell. My tongue licks your labia from the base of the entrance all the way to your bud. I break my vow of silence, wanting something so badly that I must.

'Show me...'

I hear you moan and, knowing what I wish for, slide your hood back and give me what I seek. I lick you softly, then take your clitoris in my mouth and suck softly, like a baby nursing. You moan again...I suck more...you shift your pelvis slightly as if you are trying to take me into you. My tongue moves lower, lapping at your vulva, drinking and licking. Lower still, to the area between your slit and your little rosebud. This is a place that is so incredibly sensitive on me, I can be caressed there all day. I look again where my tongue has been. Your hair is wet, and I lick it. I stare at you, so caught up in this dream state.

My eyes travel down and I take in your most private place, my home right now. Your little star is surrounded by wet, black hair and I lick you there, tasting your honey and sweat, bathing in your secretions, feeling as if I've arrived at the very seat of your pleasure.

'More...'

You open yourself more to me. I lick, my full tongue lapping at your hairy crack...such deliciousness. I feel your breathing deepen and my pleasure grows knowing you are enjoying this. I probe and kiss, dining out on your bottom. So much wetness...I reach down and finger myself. So wet there, too. I squeeze, then flick my bud hard...again...again...and again...I draw circles over the wet button, teasing myself, my mouth glued to your crack, my tongue tasting, softly licking you, bringing you closer to me. I lick the inside of your cheeks near your little entrance, the wet hair matted against your skin. I am in heaven just now, bringing you to me, feeling you move, listening to your breathing...I am thinking I want something special from you today...thinking...wondering...wanting...

...wanting you on top, wishing for a ride, your special places above me, open for me, craving attention. I stop kissing and licking, pausing, sending you a message, wanting you to sense a shift. Your head tilts like a puppy listening for a sound it wants to understand. You are so responsive...we are...with each other...the small movements, the sounds, the breathing and the uncertainty of what each one of us wishes next...something that may be unknown, even to us as we wait and wonder, trying to determine today's source of pleasure.

'Ride me....'

'.....yes........how?...'

My god, you know me so well! I throb at this inquiry, loving a choice while I submit to you. Your sense of paradox excites me to no end.

'Back first, please....'

I move to the divan, where I feel most at home. Its head is against the wall and it sticks out into my room. It is covered in a bottle green satin with a Victorian floral pattern. I just love lying on it and I do so for so many of my activities.

I lie on my back, my legs closed for now, hiding myself, and slide down a little towards the foot, watching you approach, slowly, making me wait. I watch you, my eyes traveling to your bush, the seat of my interest just now. Your labia are moist and slightly open, and I take a photo in my mind...your lovely hair covering your mound, curling down into your crotch, the place my mouth has just departed from. I lick my lips, still tasting you on my face. You move closer...and stand still and I sense you looking into my eyes.

My own eyes travel up your beautiful body and stare at you, looking at me. It is so electric being with you this way, just watching...I open my mouth a little, letting you know what I want. Out of the corner of my eye, I see your left hand travel to your mound, brushing it lightly. I keep my eyes glued to yours, feeling an ache below. I open my thighs a little, wanting you so badly. You widen your stance a little and your hand cups your vulva, sliding your fingers into the warmth. I crack a small smile, urging you on and I push my pelvis up into the air...a signal...

You smile and turn around, letting me know that my desires will not go unheeded. I gaze at your beautiful bottom as you back up towards me, spreading your legs to straddle the divan...and me on it. back you move, stepping gingerly, until your pelvis is right above my face. I slide up the divan, teasing you, playing hard to get, but also getting more comfortable...for the long haul...you bend forward and I see your beauty so clearly, your thighs, your hips, your bottom, your puss...you look so delicious. You lower yourself more and your cheeks spread naturally with the movement.

I watch and let my tongue out.

Lower...

I wet my tongue.

Lower...opening...

My tongue out...far...I wait.....and look....

I see your tight opening, your delicious rose surrounded by a circle of fine black hair.....the hairs curl up your crack and I ache......so deeply now.

I close my eyes and wait for you. You are perched above....in a moment of stasis.....

We wait together, listening to each other breathing. It is forever......

I smell your skin and feel the warmth. I re-wet my tongue, it having become dry with excitement. I let it out and open my eyes. I see you dropping to me....to my love.....to my mouth and I taste you.....the tip of my tongue licking gently at your opening.

You shift, bringing your vulva to me. I lick.....and lick.....kissing your thighs......licking you, tasting your garden, your honey......I am a bee......I smell your hair there, so damp now.....

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