The Itch and the Twitch
I was 24 and she was 21. I undressed her and lay her down
on my bed. I knelt at the foot of the bed and held her tender feet in my hands. I caressed and massaged them just right-my
grip just strong enough to be tender; anything less is ticklish. I took one toe into my mouth and sucked it. She
sighed surprised that she enjoyed this. I moved my attention to her slender ankle. I held her legs apart and kissed
along from the feet to her thighs. Some men like big breasts but I adore thighs. Hers were large and soft, perfect
for caressing, kissing, feeling in the palm of my hand, enjoying the sensation of them pressed against my cheeks as I ...
I kissed the soft, smooth flesh of her thighs, caressing
with my hands and gazed at her sex, already trickling juice, juice that i longed to taste and drink. I breathed in her
womanly aroma and kissed her inner thigh, licking and tasting some juice. I took one teasing long stroke of my tongue
along her sexlips, tasting her, adoring her body. The moment my tongue met her pulsing clit her leg shot out and kicked
me in the left shoulder knocking me to the floor and slamming my head against the wardrobe!!
We laughed about it later but I learned
to come at her from an angle and avoid a dislocated shoulder! ~patrck
