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Orange Blossoms

Orange Blossoms    
   
     I breathe in the fragrance of oranges on this summer’s morning. Our sun kissed bodies pass ghostlike through the garden. I am sprouting into manhood. She is blossoming into womanhood. She giggles with delight, under bright blue skies.  Birds sail overhead, their wings outstretched floating above. Pearly dew dappled orange orbs, hang suspended over our heads.    
     She chases me through the rows of trees, I duck behind thick branches. I see her eyes spot my red hair as she gazes at me through the leaves. I stand so still like a deer frozen in silence. Her path arcs around the foliage. With a quiet whisper of footsteps she sneaks behind me. She wraps her hands around my waist, as I stand still waiting for the sacrament of her touch.    
     Having left high school behind, our games become more daring.  She rubs my thighs from behind, unbuckles my belt, unzips me and drops my pants to reveal my fruit of the loom. As I squirm in her grip she nimbly grasps the hem of my undies. I feel her exhale with her left arm wrapped round my torso. As she slips my briefs down to my thighs my rear arches out in anticipation of her hand. She caresses my luscious moons.    
     Her fingers trace downward along my crevasse, following the path of my perineum, slipping inexorably into the space between my inner thighs. In response I eagerly part my legs, wanting to feel the fire of her touch. She prolongs my wait and fans the flames of my hunger with gentle teasing reminders of what is to come.    
     Her slender feminine fingers hypnotically circle my golden eggs, as I begin to writhe in reply to her tender touch. Suddenly I feel her make love to my anus with her fingers. My bottom flexes to the rhythm of her penetration, my posterior cheeks clench, and I writhe against her hand.   My subterranean heat grows as I near the quake, which will shake me to my emotional foundations.    
     I feel my tremors grow stronger as the quake builds deep within me. I writhe as she unleashes torrential forces from the depths of my core. Her left hand works its spell upon my penis, christening me with her fingertips. With her right hand she gently grasps my quivering posterior. The firm slap of her hand against my soft bottom echoes on the morning breeze. One stinging hand kiss leads to another; driving me into a heated frenzy of throbbing desire.  I thrash about in her grip with ever increasing intensity.    
     Finally, she clasps the yam of my manhood which oozes sugar. Her hand grows slick with my dewy offering, a promise of the shower to come. With her right hand, she continues to sting my blushing bottom. Each stinging kiss brings me closer to the chasm where I will fall endlessly, each moment an eternity, as I become helpless in the storm of pleasure. My own craving enslaves me to her.    
     My fanny gyrates, evading the sting of her spanks. My boyish bottom smolders with crackling embers. in answer to the bliss I feel, as I collapse to my knees, my lips kissing the rich earth of Gaia.    
     My surrender to her becomes complete. I capitulate to the feminine force, which binds us and all living things in a web of life.
Written by goldenmyst
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