Since the very first time I saw the picture you sent of your face I have wanted this wanted you. There was something there that connected with my heart, and I involuntarily murmured "Oh, Mama! I thought immediately how I wanted to kiss that smiling face, and just keep on going...

So the time has finally come. I find myself standing at your door. Jimmy's door. I have dressed carefully. Everything is bathed, and shaved and moisturized and ready to be smelled and kissed and toyed, and "Oh my!" I wear a red lace bra and matching thong. I often go without undies, but today I wish to be like a present that is to be unwrapped, with a brightly- colored ribbon. Only the ribbon is on the inside of the wrapping. The blouse I wear is red also, cut low to show off my ample cleavage.

One fellow on the street actually walked into a pole looking at me. I love it that men are so visual. I think for a woman I am very much male in that way. I like to watch myself being played in a mirror.

I like to see my lover stand behind me, and see his soft place and thigh muscles harden with each thrust, his length slamming into my hot and ready cunt. I love to see my tits rocked back and forth with the rhythm of our passion. In quieter moments, I find it very exciting to see a man's hand on his swollen member to see how he most likes to handle his manhood.

I make mental notes to replicate his movements and surpass his pleasure. But here I am, in my short black skirt, black thigh high stockings, and strappy heels, still standing at your door, ready to knock. To begin the great adventure.

To perhaps encounter the love of my life. I knock, and hear you move towards the door. You open it and we see each other for the first time. You are barefooted. Casually dressed in worn jeans and a flawless, white cotton shirt. You are more handsome than in your photo your life force rushes toward me and I know that it will be good. Hello My Lover", I say as we embrace. We hold each other for a long while, breathing in each other's scent. Imprinting on our memories. You cup my face with your hand, our hips still pressed together. Our lips are like magnets. We have said few words, but out mouths must come together like an irresistible force. We are voracious.

Hungrily sucking and kissing. We bite each other's lips, I suck the corner of your mouth, you run your tongue around my teeth and along my gums, we breathe each other's breathe, taking turns commanding and then giving in to the desires of our mouths. I grab your waistband and pull your body closer to mine. I can feel your hardness pressed between us.

You move your hands over me, feeling the contour of the small of my back and the curve of my buttocks mentally mapping out where you know you will later be. We are so hungry for one another, we cannot get enough.

We step back to catch our breath. You politely ask your guest if she would like a glass of wine.

You have a good Italian one you say.

I politely decline.

I say that the Italian juice I want to taste is elsewhere. I step forward and cup my hand over the bulge readily seen in your pants, and a chill of pleasure-to-come washes over me, my personal place already swollen in anticipation. What a lovely handful. A 'foretaste of glory divine', I think, borrowing a lyric from my church days. We have yet to make it out of the entrance, so we kiss again and you steer me to the living room. I am backed toward the couch, still kissing, and as I feel the seat against the back of my leg, I know you want me to sit. "No, no, Baby!" I cajole.

I stop kissing you long enough to survey the surroundings.

I see a proper wall...

one with nothing blocking it, and I take you by the hand, kicking my shoes off along the way.

These are the rules" I say. "No kissing, no touching.

" "Keep your hands where I put them." I turn your to face the wall, but not before I have relieved you of your shirt. I rest my cheek momentarily on your chest and flick your left nipple with my tongue. You try to embrace me, but I remind you of the rules. I place your hands on the wall shoulder height.

Behind you, I remove all but my stockings, and direct you to keep your gaze ahead. I begin to embrace you from behind to lay my breasts against your back and reach around and stroke your chest ever so softly. I writhe and make contact with your bare back. I stand on tiptoes and toy and bite your neck, all the while my hands exploring your body your manly hardness.

I reach around your waist and begin to undo your pants, toying your back and breathing my hot breath on it. Brushing my face and hair over it.

The zipper lowered, I lower your trousers, and you help by wiggling them down, your hand still on the wall. I throw them out of the way and laugh. "This is better than Christmas" I say.

I begin to stroke and move my hands over your body.

I feel your plentiful length at attention, but I have yet to see it. I grab your buttocks and squeeze, letting a satisfying moan out, all the while stroking your body. You reach to touch me, but I remind you of the rules... "No Darling...

do as I say. You won't regret it" I admonish.

"Now spread your legs a bit "I say. I am toying your butt, biting and nibbling, stroking you length gently while reaching around you. I drop to my knees, and I am so hot for you I am really wet by now. The length I have felt I still have not seen. I stroke the back of your legs, toy behind your knees, tickle, with my nails, tease with my tongue. I grab your soft place and spread it.

I see the flower that is your warmth and my mouth longs for it. I begin to toy. Gently, teasingly. Up and down the crack.

Increasing urgency and rhythm.

I thrust my tongue as deep as I can, over and over, reaching for your length as I do. I am so playing hot now. I squeeze your soft place one more time, and reversing my position, slide between your legs so my back is to the wall now and I get the first look at your bulging length. It is so hard the skin looks ready to split. The veins are popping, and the head is incredibly almost purple, so engorged it is. It is mine! I must have it! My mouth must feel it! You try to touch me and I say "No.

" I grab that beauty with both hands and rub it all over my face, eyes closed, mesmerized by it's heft and hardness in my hand. Your balls move like separate beasts below, and I promise to give them the attention they deserve.

"Jimmy, This length is incredible, " I say, truly meaning it, my voice husky with passion. One hand gripping your length, the other cupping your balls, I let my tongue begin it's exploration. I circle the head, feeling it's contour. The texture is the smoothest I have ever felt. Like the finest silk scarf, satin, but alive, and warm. It is huge like war helmet on the end of your weapon.

I try in vain to press the tip of my tongue into your pee warmth. I know it is silly, but I wish I could climb inside. I fondle your balls as I continue. My lips round the curve of your 'helmet' and my tongue inside presses against the tip. I repeat this movement, my tongue beginning to circle 'round and 'round as I suck the tip of your length.

I continue. You moan. I think you must have your nails dug into the wall by now. I cannot wait any longer. I ram your entire shaft as far down my throat as I can. The back of my throat closes involuntarily, and we both moan with pleasure. Again and again I move my insatiable mouth up and down the length of your length, sheathing my teeth, being careful not to hurt the tender skin that must hold up later to playing my hot softness until we are both spent with pleasure.

With each stroke I feel the topography of the swollen veins and sinews, and my mouth is glad. I look up and lock eyes with yours. You think I look beautiful with your length going in and out of my mouth.

I do too.

I increase the pace. I stop, but only to approach from another angle, hungrily lapping and toying the sides up and down like an ice cream cone on a hot summer's day. Frenzied now, I feel my love clutch with pleasure, and my thong is wet with the proof. No faked orgasm here. I love sucking this beautiful length. By now, I have explored all sides with my tongue and I slide below to pay reverence to your balls, still clutching your wet length, stroking it as I do. You reach to touch my head, and this time I let you. Beautiful balls, I suck them slowly and deliberately into my mouth too large, happily, to do it all at once. I lap them, suck them, and alternately breathe hot and then pucker my lips to direct a cool breeze over them, still stroking your length. I need your length in my mouth again, and begin to play my mouth again. You pull me away and up, sucking my mouth like you need it to live. It is your turn to direct me, and you do. This time you push me towards the couch, groping my breasts, squeezing them, fondling as we move.

our breaths coming in gasps.

I have my hand on your length and the other on your hip.

We stop where we started this, and this time it is your turn to drop to your knees. One hand on my breast, the other on my soft place, you begin to remove my thong with your teeth. This is so hot, I come again, moaning in pleasure and desire for you. "Serena, you Cunt! Be my Whore" you command, and I say Yes! I will do anything you want Jimmy. Be anything you want Baby." I stroke your hair gently as you begin to explore me with your mouth.

You suck my mons pubis, still tweaking my nipples.

I writhe and begin to come in waves. You lean back to look at me, your mouth glistening with my juices and our eyes lock in passion. This is going to be mind-blowing!