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An Intimate Dinner with Her

Close my tool box, fuck this shit, punch the clock.
Fire the engine up, good to go, everything’s on par
“D-Zug” cranks on my stereo, I’m angry and in a hurry.
Like a train I roll the fuck out, burning rubber in my car.

Reprieve from work, shitty day in the shop.
Dumbass foreman just on my ass.
Driving home to the one who waits for me.
God, I miss her, my lovely lass.

Sent me a selfie, so flirty and hot.
She knows what draws my eyes.
It’s her in a red dress, frilly and short.
With a wonderful view of her thighs.

If I could just have her touch tonight…

Home base arrival, slam it into park.
Through the door, home at last, there is my hostess.
Awaiting my return, such a gorgeous view.
Still wearing her frilly little red dress.

I’m immediately welcomed by the warm fragrance.
Of dinner that does await.
“Come sit on the couch, baby” she beckons to me.
“Let me help you shed the day’s weight.”

Ahhh, at last, my head on her lap…

Her tender touch, her warm caress.
Her hands through my hair.
My troubles fade like ice in the spring.
Because of my maiden fair.

Her hand lingers down to my chest.
Where she finds the buttons of the front of my shirt.
And one by one pops them single-handedly.
What a skillful little flirt!

Tickling my hair.
Caressing my chest.
Oh, this is one of the interactions,
That I like best.

She offers me a drink to take the edge off the day.
As she stands to pour me a glass.
But damn the drink, who needs that?
As I get a hot view of her luscious ass.

Frilly dress didn’t do much to hide.
That g-string fitted can.
And damn, it made me feel
Thankful to be a man.

HER man.

She turns to me, pours one glass
I’m fixated on her hips.
As she leans in close, cleavage on show,
And gifts me with a kiss.

She pins me down and straddles my hips
And sips her wine, her thirst to quench.
I breathe her scent, so nice and deep.
Before she kisses me French.

Our tongues dance a passionate dance.
My desire begins to burn.
The unmistakable sensation
Of my manhood becoming so firm.

SO firm. God I need her, right now.

The way she moves, the way she grinds.
As she sits on me astride.
My raging phallus grows to perfection
At the thought of being inside.

Suddenly she pulls it all away, she hops up.
Says something about a straw.
I fly my pants wide open, my cock bounds forth
As she looks at me in awe.

On her knees before me,
Dripping some wine on my fully engorged tip.
She wastes no time and she gingerly,
Presses it to her lip.

Not missing a beat she slid it in deep.
I could feel her suck, plunging farther than ever before.
Moving back and forth, in and out,
My hands on her head, I’m begging for more.

She looks up at me, with tender warmth.
Proud of herself, happy to see my pleasure.
But truth be told, if she didn’t stop
I was about to explode beyond measure.

We’ve been here before, this isn’t new.
But it’s never exactly rote.
But if she didn’t stop, then I couldn’t help.
Shooting my salty sperm down her throat.

We both know; it’s happened before.  Oops?

She must have known, because then she stopped,
Said something dirty about feeding her kitty some meat.
As she reached under her frilly red dress,
Her g-string falling to her feet.

She stepped towards me, I wasted no time.
And kneeled before her patch.
I sucked her wet pearl into my mouth,
And my fingers in her soaking snatch.

She took a sharp breath, a gasp of delight,
A sweet and sexy moan.
In just a short bit, I would fuck her like a man.
And make her body my own.

But for now I suckled, my tongue explored.
No wetness would I waste.
As I licked and played with her lips and sweet clit.
Fully enjoying her taste.

Pushed me back on the couch, her ass I grabbed.
She grabbed my shoulders as I drew her down against my stick.
We were both so wet with warm precum
I gently entered her with my dick.

Instantly as one, a perfect harmony,
Inside her wet, warm pussy I’d abide.
As she began thrusting and grinding
And I plunged deeper inside.

Kissing deep, our tongues did meet.
No intention of withdrawal
But I pushed too hard, “Ouch!” she squealed.
As I slammed into her tender wall.

Easy there, cowboy. She’s delicate, you know…

I felt so bad, I meant to stop,
But to my surprise and shock.
She rode me harder, “Get inside me, baby!”
As she gyrated on my cock.

Moving together, both ready for orgasm.
And if her movements she did not cease,
Then deep inside her sweet vagina
Is where I would completely release.

But there’s a little secret, she might not know I know this,
But I know her timing and I know it well.
And in my mind I’ve calculated,
Right now she’s fertile as hell.

And I’m not scared, I won’t hold back,
During this love-making segment,
I’ll gladly take aim at her deep-within,
To score the stream that gets her pregnant.

She begins to shriek, as the waves start to crash
Her hot pussy repeatedly clenches
She bites my neck and I cry out.
As our hips her beautiful kitty drenches.

She moans and shudders as she leaves
Teeth and claw marks on my skin.
As her hot salty cum
Bursts forth from deep within!

It sends me over, I can’t resist.
Our love in full bloom.
As my cock throbs so wildly.
And begins to shoot cum into her womb.

I cry out her name in victory!
Push her on as deep as it possibly goes.
As deep inside, within her hips,
My semen viciously blows.

I feel each stream as it leaves.
As it floods out of my funnel
And finds it’s home, it’s meaning of life,
Deep within her beautiful love tunnel.

Squirt after glorious squirt.
My legs become like jelly
With the thought and feel of my love seed
Being forcefully shot into her belly.

The warmth of watching her beautiful body,
And the thought of what was happening inside,
Gave me such warm love and fulfilment,
As my climax began to subside.

“God damn, what a woman!!!” I thought.
Catching my breath as I gazed upon my bride.
As I looked upon her smiling face.
She too, looked satisfied.

She leaned for a kiss, and whispered to me,
“I have something nice for you.”
She said she’d hoped I’d like what was for supper.
Yeah! My Favorite!  BEEF STEW!
Written by MidnightEagle
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Author's Note
In response to Fia Naturie’s “Dinner With Him”, as told from his point of view.  Thank you, Fia!
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