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From: paddy22@aol.com (Paddy22)
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Subject: "In your eyes" by Paddy Toute
Date: 10 Jul 1997 14:31:07 GMT
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The usual disclaimers apply. Hell, what a ridiculous thing to say.
Like it's a magic talisman or something that will ward off evil spirits
and the porn squad.
Anyway, don't read this if you ought not to be doing. That last
sentence was designed to make Celeste wonder if the grammer
quite correct had been. So that last one also was. Oh stoppit,
Paddy!
Here you go, folks. A little more romance than usual, but it
seemed kinda appropriate at the time.
Final note: Please remember Celeste's BJP (Blow-Job-Principle).
I always do - just ask Bronwen SM - I gave her the blow of
her life as thanks for her last story!
Thank You. You can let 'em in now, Eli.
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"In your eyes" by Paddy Toute
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You look into my eyes as you finish the last of your wine. It's an
'84Chablis,
a good one, and the perfect accompaniment to our meal. I can feel your
love
radiating from those big green eyes, so warm, so bright they always seem
to
be dancing to some exotic inner rhythm that only you can hear.
I know your face so well, your mature elegance touches my heart. You
don't
think you're beautiful, but I do. Always have, always will. You're mine.
You
were made for me, and I for you.
For the hundredth time during the meal, I look at you. You smile at me as
I
drink in your beauty. Your hair, a glorious, flaming mass of silk,
cascades
down in a torrent of curls to your bare shoulders. Your strapless black
dress is
in stark contrast to your pale skin, which looks almost like alabaster in
the soft
light from the candle at the centre of our table. Adjusting my gaze
downwards,
I look at the beginning of your cleavage, which starts well above the top
of
your dress. The gentle upper slopes of your breasts can only hint at the
treasures below, but I know what they are, and it is enough. I feel myself
start
to stiffen beneath my suit at the mere thought of those orbs of delight
and what
they do to me, and to you when I suckle them.
My inattentiveness has not gone unnoticed. "Hey! earth to Paddy!, earth to
Paddy! Come in?" you playfully tease me, but I know you know where I was
looking, and the thought excites me just a little more. "Shall we have
dessert?"
you ask. There's only one dessert on my mind, and I tell you so, leaning
over
to whisper it softly into your ear. You lean over to meet me, and my eyes
are
once more irresistably drawn to the further show of flesh revealed by the
motion.
I pay the bill, and we walk out of the restuarant arm in arm. Walking
briskly, I cannot help but feel the swell of one heavy breast firmly
nudging
against my arm, and it causes me to quicken the pace slightly, anxious for
dessert, hungry for you.
Reaching your flat, I open the door, and you walk past me, helped on your
way by my palm on your soft, yielding backside. Again I marvel at you as
you make your way up the stairs. Your legs, clad in black silk, swish
together as you rise. I check your bottom for signs of underwear, and see
none. My prick again begins to stand to attention at the thought of the
treasures temporarily hidden under the black material.
As we reach the top of the stairs and enter the living room, I pull you
towards me, holding you tightly, pressing our loins together. You can feel
my arousal now, fuelled by the thought that only the dress is keeping our
sexes apart. Kissing you slowly and tenderly, I move from your mouth
down your face and neck, planting tiny kisses all the way down. It is
almost as if my lips need contact with your skin simply to continue to
function. Moving downwards, I begin kissing the sides of your breasts,
your cleavage, and then your nipples through the smooth fabric. I clasp
the sides of them in my hands, and push them further together, still
wetting them, until your nipples appear to be straining to break through.
Standing back from you, I quickly divest myself of my clothes, all of
them,
and stand nude before you, my arousal evident by the retreat of my
foreskin,
now complete. I want you to be able to see what you are doing to me. The
single drop of clear fluid at the tip of my penis is a testament to your
sensuality.
You watch me silently, knowing exactly what I'm going to do next. As
expected, I move back towards you, reaching around you to the zip at
the back of your dress. Clasping you towards me, I unzip the dress all
the way down to the small of your back, where I am able to confirm that
you are wearing no panties. I swirl my hands around, over and between
your buttocks, now teasing my fingers down your other cleavage, revelling
in the size and firmness of your behind. I gently repel you far enough to
remove the dress. You give a little shake, and the garment falls to the
floor,
making a small black puddle around your feet. You now stand before me,
naked except for your sheer black stockings and suspender belt.
With an audible gasp, I notice that you have shaved yourself down there.
The red carpet I've played in so often is gone, leaving you shiny, and
even
whiter there than the rest of your pale skin. Your outer lips are clearly
visible, and the musky smell of your arousal greets my nostrils as I
gently
ease you back until you are sitting on the edge of the comfy chair.
Instinctively, you part your legs to allow me access. Your nude sex winks
at me invitingly, glistening like a pearl in a shell. Kneeling before you,
I begin tracing a pattern of kisses up your legs, leaving tiny patterns on
the silk. Slowly, slowly, rising. The anticipation is clearly heightening
your
pleasure. As I approach my target, I see more moisture beginning to form
there and slowly trickle down your nakedness. I can resist no longer, and
hungrily lap at the droplet.
Your hips move towards me as I begin to pleasure you, kissing all around
your shaven mound, relishing the smoothness there. Easing the lips gently
apart, I see my ultimate objective, and proceed to worship your clitoris,
that tiny bud that is the centre of your sexuality. I run my tongue around
it,
over it, teasing it, then gently sucking it between my lips. Your
breathing
has began to quicken, and you begin to moan, quietly at first, then
gradually
becoming louder. Your hands move to your breasts, tweaking your nipples,
pinching them harder than I would dare, but you seem oblivious to the
pain,
becoming lost in the world that is your approaching climax. Your moans are
fast becoming exhortations to me to fuck you, fuck you, and getting louder
all the time.
Still frantically licking your clit, I insert one, then two, then three
fingers
into your accomodating hole. You're pinching your nipples harder now,
hard enought even to draw blood, but still you feel no pain as you begin
to buck frantically against my face. Your moans are definitely screams
now - the wanton howl of a woman lost in the mists of sex with her love.
Higher and higher goes the pitch, and the volume is definitely along for
the ride. Just as I think my eardrums will burst, you reach the crest of
your climax with one last ear-rending cry, and slowly begin your descent.
At the same time, incredibly, my orgasm is upon me without warning.
So focused was I on pleasuring you that I was practically unaware of
myself, and I find myself frantically emptying my full load onto the front
of the chair, but it really doesn't matter.
This one was for you.
I look at you, now recumbent on the chair, magnificent in your
near-nakedness. Your heavy, firm breasts point to the ceiling, the spots
of blood around the still erect nipples prove the extent of your passion.
Your eyes are closed, your head reclined into the pillow, a picture of
exhausted contentment framed by the glory of your flowing red hair.
I realise that your breathing has slowed down, and that you are now
asleep. I drape a warm blanket across you as you lie there. You smile,
murmur something unintelligable, and shift your position slightly. I plant
one final kiss at the corner of your sleepy smile, and prepare to leave.
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Friday 27th June 1997
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