My Sexiography

Episode 6 years ago

My Sexiography

Oh really?” I shot back at her, sarcastically.
“Yeah” she replied with mock sincerity. This babe is
daring me, I thought.


At this point and without much ado, I stepped to
her side, put one arm round her waist, then
crouched down, and used the other to scoop up her
legs as I stood, until she was cradled in my arms.
She only weighed a little over 55kg, so it was easy
enough for me (an amateur athlete) to take a
couple of steps, before dumping her
unceremoniously on the bed. She gave a little, high
pitched scream as she fell, then lay there on her
back, her knees drawn up, scrambling to work out
what had just happened.


Then, she burst out laughing, as I knelt on the
mattress by her feet and practically dived on top of
her, Wrapping my arms around her back, I let her
support my bodyweight a little and looked her in
the eyes, my nose just millimeters from hers,
grinning wolfishly.

“See. Much better, don’t you think?” I asked, as she
continued to giggle.

I blew a stray strand of hair from her face as she
calmed herself down, and put her arms around my
neck.

“Yeah, I guess,” she replied, still smiling wide, “But
next time, could you give me a little warning first?!”
“Well you’re easy to please, aren’t you!” I
exclaimed, “I haven’t even started yet, and already
there’s going to be a next time!”
“You know what I mean! Shut up and kiss me then,
and we’ll see.”

I needed no further prompting.

Wrapping my arms around her a little tighter, I
dropped my face towards hers, so that our bodies
were touching, mine on hers. I felt her warmth as I
tilted my head to the side and placed my lips on
hers, closing my eyes as I did so. I felt her lift her
legs, and wrap them around my waist, pulling me
closer. As I withdrew one arm from behind her back
to gently stroke her flank, in time to the rhythm of
our kissing, she started to run her fingers through
my hair, arching her back to press her stomach and
b0s0m against my body. I pulled back after a few
minutes to breathe a little, noting with satisfaction
the look of disappointment in her eyes, that it had
come to an end so soon.

I quickly stooped down to kiss her forehead. As she
moved her hands from my hair and neck to my
body, I too moved my one free hand to explore the
rest of hers. Feeling first her stomach, tracing the
outline of her belly button, I then moved to stroke
her cheek, looking into her deep brown eyes all the
while. Feeling no resistance from her, I became
bolder, and ran my hand across her b0s0m, feeling
the rise and fall of its curve. She released a small
gasp, as I drew my index finger around the vague
outline of her n!pple, beneath her shirt and bra.
Finally, I pulled my hand back and leant in to kiss
her once again, closing my eyes as I did so.
As our lips made contact, I carefully moved her
shirt away, slipping my hand up it to rub against her
bare, pale skin. I felt her move slightly under me
and opened my eyes. Hers were wide, not expecting
to feel the warmth of my hand so close to her
body. I began to pull away, fearing the worst, but
she quickly muttered “Don’t stop!” urgently, between
kisses. Reassured, I replaced the hand, and
continued it’s wide, circling motion – taking in her
extraordinarily smooth stomach and both breasts,
as I lifted my body from hers, just enough to allow
my fingers to pass.