October 6, 2001

  • highly erotic content to follow—beware…


    A Taboo Communion


    We cuddled for a long while feeling our nearness grow.  And then the moment arrived when we were naked at last.  We were intent on going slow, but I merely brushed against your thigh and came instantly.  And you saw so.  And you immediately took my hands into yours, cupping them, and directed my cum to flow into this cup, and it did so—nearly filling it.  Then still clasping my hands to support them from underneath, you took this hand-clasped chalice filled with my released love and brought it to your lips.  And while looking deeply into my eyes, so knowingly into my eyes, you reached out delicately with your tongue to sip.  Just one sip.  And you purred as the tip of your tongue dipped in.  Then you asked me if I had ever tasted my own cum.  And I pleaded, (quite honestly) no!  Not mine--and well beyond imagination—no one else’s either!  But you wanted to share this love with me and suggested that I should.  So still holding my gaze in yours, you then brought your lips to this chalice and drank thereof of all my love.  But held it patiently in your mouth.  Then pressing your lips to mine, and pushing your tongue into my mouth, you shared.  And I came to know of myself the taste which you were delighting in.  But without a thought, and while still holding this new share of my own making in my mouth, I went down on you.  Taking my mouth to your labia, the entrance to your pleasure cavern.  And I had every intent of delivering what you had placed in my mouth there within, using my tongue as a soft brush to paint your clitoris with my cum.  But to my surprise, when I opened my mouth for the insertion, a rush of your wetness greeted me, pouring profusely into my mouth.  So that now in my mouth your nectared wetness and my cum were mixed.  And my mouth was replete with this drink mixed of our love’s yield. Thus pleasured, I probed no further.  But instead brought my lips back up to yours.  And thrust my tongue into your mouth to establish a passage for own new communion.  And the ocean of our mixed juices flowed freely back and forth between us.  And then we each drank deeply knowing the taste of *us*. 

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