One of the first things you should learn about me is there are two things you should not let me drink if you want me to stay rational. Tequila and Champagne. However if you have an evening's seduction planned then those are exactly what you should start it out with. Add one of those ingredients to my already strong hunger for you and it will take us days to recover from it.

To many times I have imagined spending an evening out with you enjoying a nice champagne dinner. Laughing and joking and teasing each other all evening, makes me more attracted to you than ever before. The more time I spend in your company the more I come to care for you. My words and actions show you on an emotional level how I feel for you, but two glasses of champagne I am more than ready to show you physically and in detail. On the drive home I whisper to you of all the erotic things I want to do to you. Your fast driving reflect your anticipation to get me home and alone.

I laugh as you get out of the car; swing your long legs easily onto the ground and coming around to my side of the car, to help me out. I might be a bit unsteady on my feet. Once in the den I pour you a drink and as I hand it to you, you lean over and kiss me lightly on my lips.

An electric current of excitement shoots through me at the touch of your lips. My arms slide up around your neck, bring my body up to yours, pressing my muff into your burgeoning groin. You put your drink on a table and pull me into your strong arms, returning the kiss I had placed on your mouth, snaking your tongue into my mouth, teasing the tip of my tongue wetly.

You break the kiss and look down at me. I am flushed and breathing heavy. "I have wanted you all evening," I whisper breathlessly.

"Come on," you say, taking my hand and leading me into the bedroom. The two of us undress quickly, and are soon writhing passionately on the bed. Hands and lips touch and tasting every inch of flesh they encounter and it feels as if we are both trying to cover every inch of each other.

I grab your powerful erection and savor the warmth of it. Never before have I been this excited. My thighs are soaked with my juice as your hands move down over my muff, your finger prying into the soft wet folds. As I part my legs, you press your cock to my entrance, sliding back and forth through the wetness. I realize I have missed this element of excitement for a very long time. That anxious sensual element of being alone with a man, available to him with everything bare including my soul.

I moan as I feel your powerful hardness press into my tight, wet and quivering body. "Oh, that's so wonderful" I gasp, as you shove into me, your cock plunging deeply into my warm aching pussy. I feel my walls part before the fleshy assault of your thick, throbbing hardness.

You moan deep in your throat, and thrust again, sending waves of bliss coursing through my body. I whimper, as I feel your cock pry deeply into my wet womanhood, feel the hot intimate throbbing of you as my muscles tighten around you. Your heavy, hair covered sack tickles my ass cheeks.

You start to move in me, and I gasp at the intensity of the pleasure I feel. You leave hot furrows of pleasure in the wake of your thrusting cock, as you pump into me and then pull out, only to pump back into me again. My hips arch upwards, driving you even deeper into me. Your balls, which are slapping rhythmically against my ass, are getting wet from my flowing juices pouring out of my well-stuffed pussy. Upwards I hump, matching your deep downward strokes, as you drive your cock deeply into me again and again.

Your chest presses into my breast, and flattened them out. The hot contact with your manly pectorals puckers my nipples. The puckered little buds send alternating hot and cold shivers of ecstasy rippling through my undulating body. I throw my legs up in the air and lock them around your writhing waist. Exposing more of my depth to you. As your passion rises, you slam into me with more and more frenzy. Your moaning increases and I abandon myself to your lust, wallowing in the fleshy bliss of our encounter. I feel my walls start to close in around your hard-driving erection, feel the pre-orgasmic tension build in me, until my body is taut, quivering and covered with sweat.

I squeal as you began to drive with real fury in and out of me. I feel you lurch in my wild wetness and swell to even greater size. You are like a firebrand, igniting me with a feverish heat that demands relief. And then I feel your explosion, hot, hard driving, and coating the inside of me. I moan as I feel my own orgasm erupt. The two of us melded wildly in a blast of volcanic proportions. We wrestle each other in the divine throes of our orgasms. You're slamming in and out of me, your great male sword piercing my womanhood over and over again, as I writhe and squeal passionately.

I shiver with little mini-orgasms, until your body collapses on top of me, your semi-erect and still inside of me. You moan and kiss me, your tongue digging deeply into my wet willing mouth. Your words, pouring into my soul, echoing my own thoughts and feelings.

Then we make love again.

04/27/00