She...

 

I was utterly done in by the way the sun glinted like gilt on the fine hair of her forearms...

Definitely a dyke and every inch of her delectably delicious

                        from her

Dress khakis and button-down with rolled up sleeves (undershirt underneath ~ a concession concealing nipples, eschewing a bra)

Some sort of eminently comfortable shoe...

But her, herself, Mmm...vibrantly androgynous at first glance

Short, tousled blond(e) hair, vivid blue eyes bright with life and keen with quirky, clever wit as well as shrewd intellect

Roman nose ~ rather bold

Lips, ahhh...that lower lip especially. Drawing it betwixt my teeth, pulling lushness into my mouth, sucking...and releasing only to do it all again...

***
She'd come up behind me in the kitchen whilst I was cooking, breathe in succulent aromas, bend in and press my body to hers, loving murmurs caressing my ears and adoring bites adorning my neck

And, me, weak and wanton, after

Flushed and trembling in her wake

No longer thinking of food
but of another kind of sustenance
I craved as I did the cooling breeze
freezing my humid, shaking body afterward...later...

***
I was drawn as inexorably as the tides to the moon by her. She, unaware of my deepest yearning to be had by her...and had again...to taste her and touch and, ohhh!

When I told her how attractive I found her, she was surprised, told me to wait, but spoke with me long hours into the night by phone...seducing me...

Ahhh, I lie...for we seduced each other by word alone and sound and it was decadent...

We stopped even that for a time for she had much to attend ~ unfinished ~ that yet remained.

But, when at last all was done (and, I admit, I had resigned myself at this point to being but her friend and naught more), she came for me.

And, when she came, no more was there hesitation in her, she came and took me as though I were spoils of some arcane battle and she the victor, plundering...

And, I, oh, I, well...


I was wet with want and desperate with it, ripe for the plundering and eager to be despoiled...

And, she did despoil, over and over, again and again with mouth and teeth and tongue wreaking havoc, with hands and fingers plunging and her very body plundering...

Til I was screaming with it, crazed


Anon,
I held her down, arms wrapped round her thighs and despoiled right back: riding her writhing, my mouth and tongue and, yes, teeth bedeviling her, bringing her as she'd brought me...

And, as she poured her tart nectar into my mouth, she triggered me again, screaming into her, eliciting forth yet more of her sea's ambrosia to quench my thirst
                                                 for a time...