Her scent was spicy and sweet at the same time. I touched the inside of her thigh I could feel one of us tremble, but I wasn't sure who. I had to tast... her, this flower. I slipped my tongue along the petals of her sweet rose and heard a sigh as her distinctive tastes overwhelmed me. I couldn't place it exactly, like a spiced-up strawberry, maybe with a touch of cinnamon. Her texture was softness personified.Licking slowly upward I was rewarded with a sigh that turned to a moan when I found her. I never mentioned this fantasy to anyone. When I was 19I had a very serious relationship, the kind whereyou’re pretty sure you’ll eventually marry, and Ididn’t even tell her. Not even when we had those “so,baby, is there anything you’d really like me to do?”post-coital whisperings. It was just too out there. I’m married now, have been for three years. Her name’sSarah and the first thing I’ll tell you about her isthe first thing I noticed. I toweled off and started to get dressed, but stopped as I looked at the mirror. I’ve never been a fitness nut, but I kept myself in pretty good shape. As I looked myself over in the mirror, however, I realized I was beginning to pick up some actual definition. I’m not saying I was suddenly like the Hulk or something, but I definitely had muscle tone where before I hadn’t.I pulled on my shirt, glad I bought them a bit bigger than I needed, and quietly left the apartment. As I rode the elevator. Sandi had always been a sexual carnivore who slept with whichever guyshe happened to be with. She enjoyed the sensation of a hard cock poundingdeep inside of her. It was just pure pleasure to feel the engorged organfind its home deep inside her again and again. There had even been theoccasional threesome or even a gangbang, but it was always with men. In noway was she a lesbian. Not that there was anything wrong with that, sinceshe suspected Monica enjoyed the company of women exclusively..