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THE STORM
I saw her smile. And the impish eyes that laid behind that smile. And behind that, the love that her entire body held for me.
I was in heaven. It was not everyday that a guy like me got such a treat. A lot of guys would think that getting your Flute played had become the norm in my life. But no, not in the least bit in my case. It might be the norm in porn movies though. I had always dreamed that it would be a frequent occurrence, but wishful thinking never got me anywhere. Nevertheless, it did not mean that I did not try. This was one of the rare instants where my first reaction was surprise. I had expected only her fingers, just as my fingers were doing their walking.
I ran my fingers through her silky hair, even as I leaned back. By now, the unveiled Flute was throbbing hard with anticipation in her mouth. It even got to be pleasurably painful. My eyes rolled back as she and her musical skills in playing my Flute brought me to the heights of pleasure. In the back of my mind, it was like a slope, where one had to climb to reach. For me, and in this place and time, that climb hardly registered because it went by so fast.
I wanted this moment to last longer.
My hands traveled down her body, to the soft skin underneath her arms. With them, I pulled her up, as I knew that if left for her to continue, I would certainly disappoint myself, and especially her, by prematurely ending our playtime. And just in time too for a breather, as I locked my lips to hers. Despite being together for so long, I never got tired of just simply kissing her fully. Our tongues twirled in mock battle, even as I struggled to prevent my premature defeat.
But that was only a part of the battle strategy I had. I disengaged the mock battle with her lips to lower my mouth down to her breasts. The mounds of her body were perfection in my eyes. Not too soft, not too hard. And definitely all natural. Nowhere on my own body could match the feeling I got whenever I touch and knead her breasts. There was one time, during a cooking class that Connie forced to me to go, that the bread I made was better than anyone else. Practice makes perfect, you see…
Her dark nipples, jutting out in defiance brought swift counter-attack from my mouth. And my tongue and teeth. There were definitely teeth involved in that. While my head was buried in her ample bosoms, my hands were not idle either. They roamed freely, safe with the knowledge that they were on a sacred mission of reconnaissance. Her smooth stomach and navel got the full recon, as did her thighs. Swiftly they got to her inner thighs and the vee between her thighs and waists. Not an inch was spared from the recon team, as I knew that the final battle would inevitably be raged in that vicinity.
The selection of the place of the Final Battle was not of my choosing. So I had to make the best of it, which by this time, my fingers had covertly landed, and exploring the deep valley that lead to the Inner Sanctum of her Temple. There was a bump, a hill in that Valley, which made my team, linger. A curiosity that had to be investigated to the fullest extent. My team spent an inordinately long amount of time lingering, and caressing, and investigating the Pearl at the Jade Gate, a treasure beyond comparison.
The Valley was soon inundated with moisture that was not from the bath. Moisture that was hot, and elicited uncontrollable twinges of excitement from her and me. The time for the Final Battle to be waged drew nearer and nearer. I was ready, and I knew that she was ready as well. I disengage myself from all other battles, and slid down into the tub, gently pulling her down with me. The warm waters relaxed me further than I had realized possible, as did the lavender candles. I locked my eyes with hers, the longing shining through them. Teasingly, I lingered at the Jade Gate, and hoarsely whispered…
“The bald-headed Warrior Monk is ready to visit and do Battle with the Goddess in your Temple. Will you receive him?…”
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