It’s you birthday. You have no idea what I have in store for you tonight. I run around like it’s any other day, doing errands but secretly brewing underneath, I can hardly contain myself. I spend the afternoon wet and soaking in the excitement of what’s to come. You know no different. You think you’re getting the usual; an awesome dinner, homemade desert, some tools you need, some sexy nude photographs of me, a certificate to skydive or do some other crazy dangerous thing that makes you feel equivalent to giving birth. But tonight you’re going to get all that and then some.

It’s early but it’s time for bed. We saunter towards bedtime and lie easy drinking wine and doing minor reflections on a year whizzed by. The air is a little teasing and we get naked for bed. You know I’m going to give you my mouth but you’d have no idea how much or for how long. I push you off your perch on the bed, untopple you from sitting up to timbering back with laughter onto the stack of down pillows I insist on living with. You fall gracefully, blissfully smiling for you know how damn lucky you are. I run fingers over your belly, so light you can barely feel it. You flinch, eyes ease shut. I slip the silk scarf out from under the pillow, neatly tucked there from this afternoon. I slide it effortlessly over your soft lids and tuck the ends behind your head. I don’t have to tie it. You know better than to peek. My fingers electrify with energy, hot voltage for you, for this beautiful man before me. I take a moment to savor your body and appreciate all I have with you and I let those fingers run, lightly stroking lines down your fine frame. I sit on top of you and follow my fingertips from your face down your neck, over your collarbone, over your nipples, down your ribs, smoothing over your pelvis, back behind me, flowing onto your hips, moving to your thighs, circling around your knees, ever so lightly and brushing down your shins, whisking off your feet. I turn back to study your blindfolded face. I lean over and trace your lips with my finger, then I touch my tongue to the side of your mouth, slipping in. You open with a seductive smile. I kiss your lips full then pull away quickly. You reach with your face for more. I lick your lips and lay a trail of soft and lingering kisses over your face. I kiss your lids, nose, your cheeks, forehead and whisper a soft, “I want you” in your ear. I slide my body down, down your frame until I am nuzzled within the taunt space between your hips. 

My mouth is wet, hot, and I dole it out in steady increments for you will get sopping tonight. I move my mouth over your skin like it’s the finest of cigarette paper; the thin delicate white that will hold the contents of a rich and lucid experience. I am lapping you. You rise for the occasion and I move on to lick your head. Slowly, delicately, savorly. At this point, I slice my eyes to our bedroom doorway where the two girlfriends I asked here tonight wait with a smile. It is understood. You and I are the base of this pyramid but who says the point can’t be made up of two other luscious women. You haven’t met them but they are both knockouts and that’s possibly why I haven’t introduced you. The anonymity keeps us all fresh and flowing. While I am opening my mouth and placing you on my tongue, my first friend pads over and eases into her spot by your head. She has these thick beautiful lips to die for and I know you’ll love them. She licks her lips and places her wet mouth softly on your forehead. She holds her long black hair back with one hand and places the other softly cradling your chin. I study your face as I move you into my mouth. You have the look of complete bewildered puzzlement as she repeatedly kisses your forehead and then you start laughing in astonishment. She places her hand on your belly and runs circles just above your hair below and her other hand slides into your hair above. Just when you settle into this new idea of a surprise lover and begin to twist yourself to get deeper in my mouth, a new mouth gives you a lick across your side ribs and up onto your nipple. She moves her mouth slowly in circles to match the others and I watch you again fumble to process what’s going on here. You cannot believe your fate for the evening and you relax in total surrender for our enjoyment. I slide your knees up and my newest friend tucks her hand under your ass and begins moving it slowly over your bottom, she pinches and pats with feathery fingertips and you squirm further into me. 

The first friend has moved her succulent lips down your face and is now kissing you full on the mouth. Her hand traces tiny patterns along your groin and fingers into your hair. The motion is building and you are getting carried away by the constant attention to your most delicate spots. That’s when my full lipped friend lifts her skirt, climbs aboard your face and dips her excited pussy onto your parted lips, which quickly snap to attention. I can feel the floor of your stomach drop and you are dead serious about your duties here tonight, reaching your mouth hungrily up to snatch her. She hovers above you, sexual spacecraft of the wettest kind and uses her taunt thighs to control how much or how little you get. She and I lock eyes and share a secret language. Our second friend is sitting, watching, plotting her next move as accomplice to this main meal and just as the woman on your face lifts again, leaving you high and dry, I too, pull you from my mouth and abandon you to wonder what we’re up to. In mere seconds, with gorgeous matching smiles, I stratle you African style, squatting above you so you cannot feel my body touch yours yet. I face the woman who stratles your face and with a wink and a nod, we both sit squarely, deeply, upon you. You are inundated, trapped, and you take a moment to recover---then dive into us with a fever of cro magnon frenzy. There is a quick zap of your powerful force into us and a flit of lost awareness as the two of us try to regain our control and not succumb to the power of ecstasy. The second friend, still sitting on the side of you, facing us as we hold arms and grind away, seizes the opportunity to soak her finger in her mouth and tuck it between your legs. She has done this before and knows just how wet, just how deep, just how slow a man needs. The edges of your face look intense; critical focus on your duties. You are in serious danger of us killing you by spleen rupturing, heart attack inducing orgasm. We know it and delight in the power to bring a man, this man, to his knees. Our arms break free of one another and we become our own agents for our own rocketing orgasms. She tucks her knees closely to your head and squeezes. She is voluptuous and small and is a perfect fit over your face. Her hand tucks between her and she rubs in rhythm to her slow movements on, over, into your tongue, you lips, your mouth, smearing you wide. I watch in wonder as you slurp this gorgeous woman and skillfully buck into me.

Each fantasy is crafted from an orgasm-rich personal experience, seared in my head and poured onto page. These are my fantasies, my dreams, my ultimate orgasms. If you provide the necessary components, sparse but clear, I’ll craft a personal fantasy for your own collection but I’ll have to feel it first. If it’s fake or wimpy, I won’t deliver. Make it original, deep, penetrating and you’ll have a first class flight to coming, twined in my style.