..it’s your turn kitten” I growl, “ I need to taste every inch of you now until you cum all over my probing tongue” You stand and seductively ...alk to the bed, laying down upon it with that expectant look in your eyes. I lay beside you, I kiss your mouth giving you a taste of yourself as my hands roam your sexy body.I slowly trace my kisses over you, not missing a single part. My lips find your hard nipples and I hear you moan as my tongue flicks over them, my teeth gently clamping onto you, the. Not surprising that things have been feeling a little jaded, a lot tired and every little thing irritates and irks. Our relationship is being tested. Our sex life has become tired and erratic. There hasn’t been that great desire or excitement. Where do we go from here?But things have changed lately. More of an effort, more talking, more opening up about our desires and wants. There’s a new meeting of minds, new ideas we want to share. Some of the ideas and desires shared have really stirred you. My fingers are now probing, trying to get further inside you, brushing your clit, you feel yourself getting wetter and the want building in you. But still you're not quite ready, you're going to take some persuading, not a problem I think to myself, I want a little resistance still, I want the surprise..."How?" you question, but I'm already moving you, turning you to face the wall, I press you against its cold surface and you flinch, but as you feel me tugging your jeans and underwear. Currently at liberty, the red strapping of her swimming suit bodice dropped, pell-mell beneath her scythed armpits, dangling next to her heaving ribcage while she briskly dries the beading pool water from her long trim legs. With such vagarious arm actions, all of the present voyeurs were forced to question their contemporary understanding of ‘dynamic tension,’ as common sense would predict that with such verve one might have expected something to escape. Once all of the surplus dampness.