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White water rushed down to caress her body with soft hands. The torrents eased each of her tired muscles as they splashed against the firmness of her skin. The minute she had arrived home, she needed, yearned to be held by the demon of the water. The water was almost an entity to her, always welcomed her into his kingdom. She had created a temple to his honor. 700 square feet of her 6,700 square foot home was one huge bathroom. It was her bathroom. Ever since she was small, she had loved water falls. She had many dreams of bathing under a water fall and enjoying the erotic pleasures of the water. She had designed her bathroom herself. In the dead center of the room was a large Greek sunken in tub, the size of a small pool. Along with her love of water she loved nature. Above the pool was a display of quartz and granite rocks, tucked into the wall near the ceiling. From the cluster of rocks, torrents of water fell into the pool. The water re-circulated and purified its self as it traveled the maze of the complex purification system. All the soaps and shampoos used were specially designed to be biodegradable and easily erased from the water through the purification system. Around the pool was an Amazon of trees and exotic flowers. There were sheltered areas near the pool were she could comfortably lounge and relax. Her favorite place was directly under the torrents of water that seemingly fell from the heavens. The water fall also played the roll of a shower, though she could never remember a time she had a “quick” shower after designing her water kingdom. Very few were ever admitted in her water kingdom or her home.
After the whooping success of her first series of short stories, she had decided it was time to buy a home in a relaxing area. Someplace that enabled her to work freely and release her creative juices. She had been writing soft porno for nearly a decade now. Her stories were becoming increasingly more popular and the demand was extremely hard to fill. Due to the proximity of the varies editors which demanded her work, she had decided on a plot of land which currently stood a huge rambling home in the South Hamptons. When she had originally looked at the property, she had fallen in love with the inspiring view. The South Hamptons had encaptured the fall as if mother nature herself had chosen it as her throne. The beauty of the trees in their elegant colorful gowns of reds, bronzes and oranges, draping over their seemingly fragile arms as they reached to the sky. She had also fallen deeply for the atmosphere. She could imagine herself sitting by the sea side and imagining her many far away places. Each new story she wrote took her to a new far away place. New men she mentally explored with her hands and her mind. She loved exploring men’s bodies. In her stories she could do everything she had always wanted to do but society always frowned on. Also, and most of all, there was no fear of rejections. In one of her most popular stories, she had created a scene where se made love to two men and one women simultaneously.. She had always dreamed of being made love to by two men, one in each hole. She had never known another women, other than herself, who enjoyed being fucked in the ass. She loved when a man took her from behind and grabbed on to her firm breasts while he placed his firm hard cock in her ass. She never seemed to find the voice to tell her past lovers that this is what she really wanted. She had only one experience, and it was purely accidental. She had been invited to a party with some friends. They were passing around a lot of different substances during that time. She remembers having a drink and feeling very weird. All the colors seemed more vibrant, more real. It was as if an artist decided to give the world a refreshing look. The artist using his creative skill, combined the most beautiful colors together and changed the world’s grays to beautiful bright reds, greens, deep violets, magentas, and yellows. Colors so full of life and light. Colors of the havens. A room opened and she walked in. There were soft billowy folds of favorite hanging from the ceiling and the softest gorukle escort pillows beneath her feet. She was propelled by an energy, a force – if you will- that was above her or beyond her. She found herself stripping until she was naked. She walked across the room toward the orgy that was already in progress. As she walked, her hands traveled across her body. They started at her breasts, as she stroked each nipple into a hard tight knob. Her hands moved lovingly across her abdominal muscles, playing with the silky flesh. She felt the heat rise between her legs as her pussy became hot. She longed to have one of the many stiff cocks placed between her hot thighs. As if her thoughts had been read, a toll light skinned black man stood up and approached her. He rose from the swathering sweaty mound of lovers as a beacon answering her desperate call. His big penis rose past his firm belly. She was in sweet anticipation wanting to ride his massive cock. He seemed to listening to her inner thoughts, as he pulled her close to him. He cupped each of her breasts and nibbled at the nipple making it hard. He ground his penis into her as he grabbed her soft buttocks. He slid his penis between her wet hungry lips, making it slick with her hot wet juices. Then he quickly inserted his penis into her tight ass hole. The initial pain was almost overwhelming, bringing her close to unconsciousness. And then just as she was about to pass out from the pain, the pleasure, the sweet sweet pleasure encaptured her body. She matched each one of his thrusts with one of her own. Forcing him in deeper. He reached in front and caressed her breasts, molding them in his large hands. She screamed as she orgasmed causing his own jungle growl when he released his load into her. What a sweet memory…
What a sweet memory. Her friends never realized she was missing from the party. She never did find out his name. After their initial encounter the rest was a blur. Sweaty bodies around, each grabbing and caressing. Many lips kissing her and she returning the gesture. She woke in the morning with a nasty headache, and the sweet memory….
She had purchased the property for its land. Having no interest in the existing old rambling home, she had it torn down. Within the days to follow she had hired a crew to help her build and design her dream home and her water kingdom. She had chosen the Architect for his skill and creativity. Additionally, as a bonus, he was also very handsome. He had a tall slender body with narrow hips. His ass would perfectly fit into the palms of her hands. He was delighted and perhaps a little inspired with her concept of a bathroom. He worked hard for several months to perfect each of her ideas, spending long pleasurable evenings sharing and expanding on each other’s ideas. As per his suggestion, she had marble flown in from Italy and laid by workman who had worked with marble all of their lives, receiving the skill from generations of Italian craftsman. As her domain was gradually created from marble, wood, steel and concrete, she observed each phase of her new sanctuary. As her dream became more and more a reality, she found a growing need for her handsome Architect. She found herself watching him for hours as he worked, giving directions to the Forman and consulting the plans that had taken months to develop. She watched the movements of his hands on the blueprints holding them tenderly as if he held a child. Each time he rolled out the plans and smoothed them down, she felt his hands not on the paper but stroking the soft skin that covered her frame. As if knowing what she was imagining, he looked up from the plans. Their eyes met as a single shiver passed between them. The expression on his face told her that he was just as interested as she. He excused himself from the workers and walked casually toward her. She took in his smooth gate and the soft movement of his hips. With each step she was the rippling of his leg muscles. His tight jeans accented his very large love muscle. As he came closer her eyes traveled down his firm body and laid to rest at his eskort bursa crotch. As he neared her, it started to twitch and grow into a hard pulsing….
“Beg your pardon”, she said. “Are you available for dinner tonight?” he inquired again. “Yes, dinner, that would be fine.” More than fine, but she didn’t verbalized what she was thinking. He was suggesting a small restaurant he knew and would pick her up promptly at 8pm. The evening came about so slowly. She had taken a long “stimulating” bath. Wanting the scented water to seep into her skin. Lilac and Jasmine, two of her favorites. Dressing was another arduous task. She wanted to accent her natural curves, but yet seem coy – lady like. If she had her way, she would have wore nothing. She wasn’t interested in him as a person, although he was charming and intelligent. She was interested in his physique and how well he could make her cum….
While she was dressing, her mind kept wondering to the growing bulge she had seen earlier in the day. Her hand slowly followed a trail down her tight tummy, caressing the soft folds of skin. She worked hard to keep her body firm. She loved caressing her own body, her hands following the soft lines of muscle as a artist would his sculpture. Holding and fondling her breasts, she imagined his firm rough hands molding her flesh into two erect nipples. Taking each hardened nipple into his mouth and further caressing it with his tongue – holding it tough with his teeth. His hands, following the curves of her lean body, cupping her buttocks and pulling her closer to hip – as their bodies joined as one. Feeling his penis come to life as a hard lance growing harder than diamonds against her pelvic bone. Yearning to have his penis deep inside her, she opened her legs, exploring the soft hot folds of flesh between her legs, dripping with anticipation…. Her own fingers acted as his penis, caressing the folds and finally when should stand no more teasing, inserted themselves into her welcoming hole. The inner folds of her pussy holding her fingers tight as she rhythmically moved them in and out, causing her body to shutter in throws of passion…
She laid on her bed exhausted, savoring each ripple that moved across her flesh. Needing more. She smiled to herself, that perhaps tonight, if all goes well, she would get an opportunity for more. Although her fingers pleased her more often than a man’s penis, they were no substitute for the “real” thing. When a man knew the right moves and knew how to please a women, there was no substitute. The pleasure being shared by two always won over the pleasure shared by one.
She had finally chosen a simple black sheath. She decided to be daring and only wore the thinnest silk G-string she owned, under the graceful black fabric. Her breasts were firm enough that they didn’t require assistance in standing up. She felt that her erect hard nipples would be an added incentive for her handsome Architect.
He arrived promptly at 8 pm dressed in casual black slacks and a matching blazer. The neckline of his silk T-shirt showed off his ample masculine chest as dark curly hairs peaked out of the opening. He had a bouquets of flowers as a bequest offering. She invited him in for a moment, he looked around the ramblings of the house, stating that the final touches would be completed with in less than a week. The remainder of his sentence was incoherent as he spoke it under his breath. She moved into the kitchen as if in a dream, how could he possibly have known that roses were her favorite. She chuckled to her self. Of course, berating herself, he was her Architect! She had discussed to some length the rose garden out back that held over 400 varieties of the treasured bloom. Throughout the year, the garden would bring forth beautiful blossoms of varying shades and sizes.
He came behind her and caressed her shoulders with his hands. He asked whether she’d prefer to stay home tonight. She agreed that she would prefer staying home in front of the open fireplace, enjoying his “company” instead. He lead her to her living karacabey escort room, with a mischievous smile playing on his lips. The fireplace was already lit with a accompaniment of candles surrounding the soft folds of thick fabric laid out across the floor. He led her to the center and motioned her to sit. As she sat down, she realized that she was sitting on a feather bed that was covered in silk. Upon the bed of silk he had spread thousands of red rose petals.
The scent of the roses mingled with the candles creating a heady fragrance that relaxed her nervously excited body. She was surprised. She had never known how romantic this man was. He promptly uncorked a bottle of champagne. It must have cost him a small fortune. He poured the champagne in what he said was a gift – a house warming….
The glasses came from the 1920’s, blown glass for their stems and cobalt blue for the cup. As she sipped the champagne he settled down besides her with his own glass, offering her a vine ripe strawberry. She watched as he inserted the strawberry between his lips and took a minuscule bite. His lips licked away the run away juices. He spoke about the first time they had met. How his heart started to quickly flutter by the mere sight of her, wanting only to hold and caress her.
Setting her champagne to the side, she reached out and caressed his face, bringing her lips close to his, kissing and tasting the flavor of the lingering strawberry. He returned her affection, by pulling her close to him, caressing her body with his hands. They both felt the passion enveloping their bodies. The burning passion that was held deep with in the recesses of their soles. He deftly removed her little black sheath exposing her perfect naked form. Her own hands fumbled with buttons and a zipper, desperately trying to release him from their bounds. She ran her fingers through the thick black ringlets of matted chest hairs. They were so soft and thick. She desperately sucked and caressed each of his nipples as she rolled on top of him, straddling her legs across his hips. She felt his penis pulse and grow tighter and harder between her firm thighs. He squeezed her buttocks and nuzzled her closer. He pulled her again closer to him, caressing her breasts with his tongue. Holding her breasts tight between his lips. He rolled her gently over and removed her G-string, exposing her wet hot flesh between her legs. She was begging him to enter her as she spread her legs welcoming his love lance. He inserted his dick deep inside, moving to a rhythm that matched her own. Each time he pushed in deeper and deeper. The heated passion grew, she arched her body so that his prick could enter her deeper yet. She felt his shudders as her own body orgasmed in synchronicity as he released his seed into her. They both laid in front of the fire, enjoying the after glow of their love making.
That was 4 months ago. Since then, her domain had been completed and her relationship had deepened into more. He was the most adventurous sexual man she had ever known. She had opened her world and domain to him, allowing him freedom to enter at a whim. Each had their own special lives and she respected his need for his own space. As she reflected about their relationship under the torrents of water, she discovered she had fallen in love with her handsome Architect. She realized that he had recently left a marriage of 7 years and would not be ready for a serious relationship for sometime. He had adventures he needed to play out, new places to travel and new people to meet. She was open to his needs, for they closely matched her own. But, yet she wanted to share just a tiny piece of his world, and in turn opening more of hers to him.
She closed her eyes with these last lingering thoughts, unaware that he had entered her water domain. She felt the turbulent water against her body and yet there was more. She opened her eyes in pleasurable surprise to see him, there beside her. His hands were caressing her firm breasts as he described in recent trip to Las Vegas. As if reading her mind, he passionately embraced her firm body, emphasizing how much they missed each other.
A re-newment of their mutual passions was expressed under the torrents of water. Her last thought as he thrust himself deeply with in her was the demon of the water came a live…
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