Spooning

We always sleep like spoons because of the closeness, of the intimacy, of skin-to-skin.

I lie on the bed, propped up by pillows against the headboard. Waiting; waiting, as I have done before; waiting to hear the shower stop flowing. I imagine the caress of the warm water sluicing over your soft skin, wishing that we had shared the shower and I could have washed your sweet little body and touched every inch of you.

The images in my mind affect my body, and my cock stirs in anticipation.

The bedside lamps cast a dim soft glow as you emerge from the bathroom.

You are wearing a tiny filmy nightie.

The beige colour blends perfectly with your skin, and in the dim light, you appear to be completely naked. The dark little buttons of your nipples are clearly visible under the gossamer fabric. The top is barely held closed by a ribbon, loosely tied. A tiny thong barely covers your secret place and disappears between your ass cheeks.

Slowly, almost shyly, you approach the bed.

The fresh cotton sheets, crisp and cool against your skin, make a rustling noise as you slip beneath the top sheet to join me in our bed.

Your body is still damp from the shower.

As you pull the sheet up to your shoulders, your nakedness is hidden from me. A feeling of disappointment, of loss, tugs at my heart. I want to see you. I want to watch the shadows dance across your body as you move.

You gather the sheet under your chin and lie facing me. I can see, from one look into your sparkling eyes, that there is a hungry, thrilled look there, a longing…

A longing for what?

“Hi,” you whisper, almost shyly.

“Hi.”

For a long moment we stare into each others’ eyes.

Finally, without another word, you grasp my right hand, interlocking your fingers with mine and, as you roll away from me, you draw my arm around you.

“Mmmm. Like spoons,” you mutter.

You allow yourself to be pulled tighter to me so that your ass is against my cock. You can feel me getting hard against the cheeks of your curvy little ass as I pull you even more tightly against me. You wriggle your ass as you snuggle into me and the motion rolls my thickening cock in the cleavage of your tight little ass-cheeks. Your eager little ass moves all around against my prick. Something hot, long, very thick, and very smooth now pokes and slides across your naked ass crack.

I place a gentle kiss on the back of your shoulder, where I love to kiss you when we are spooning; lightly, just barely grazing your flesh.

You guide my hand to your breast and release it from your grasp, freeing it to wander. My fingers find the delicate little ribbon that holds the front of your nightie closed. Slowly, very slowly, I tug at the ribbon until the knot loosens and your top falls open.

Your ripe little breasts ache for my touch.

“Oh, God, stroke me. Stroke my breasts! Play with them! I love your hands on my body!” you purr.

My hand moves over your breast, massaging, kneading the pliant little globe, teasing your up-thrust nipple, pulling it, squeezing it. As my thumb brushes across the swollen, stiff little nub, I swear that I can feel your breast swell under my touch. I pinch it lightly between my thumb and finger, rolling the hard, nut-brown little nipple between them.

Caught up in the delicious thrills my hands are sending through your swelling breasts, the feelings merge with those radiating into your cunt from the prick mashed against your ass crack. Your eyes close and a sensuous moan escapes your throat. I pinch harder and you arch your back, hissing “YESSSSS!”

You feel the first delicious shiver go up your back and you press yourself even tighter against me. You reach for me. Your hot fingers wrap around my rigid cock and you begin to move your hand up and down, gently stroking the length of my swollen prick.

My hand slides down from your breast, over your tummy and strokes the mound above your little cunt. You shift yourself to accommodate my roaming hand; one leg straight, one leg bent at the knee.

My fingers slip beneath the tiny thong and lightly brush across your little slit. Your opening is moist as I carefully part your cunt lips and stroke the length of your opening, finding the weeping pussy entrance and the cunt juice dripping from your little hole.

You almost scream out loud when you feel my fingers rubbing against your clit. I know that I have found your special joy spot from the way your ass wiggles against my cock. I begin rubbing my finger back and forth against your clit until I hear you sob.

“Oh, God,” you cry softly. “Put your finger in me. Put your finger in my cunt. Please God!”

I push a finger just inside your pussy, sensing how tight you are. I push and push, nudging my middle finger deep into your steamy, slippery gash. I begin to move it in and out, feeling your growing wetness.

I can feel your cunt getting wetter as I keep moving my finger against your hard clit. Your cunt seems to suck at my finger. I drive it in deeper, fingering you until your cunt is sopping wet and soft little sobs are being torn from your throat.

Hot spasms of pleasure shake your body. Your cunt is wet with passion, your clit blazing.

“Deeper! Put your finger in deeper!” you moan, your cunt steaming with passion. “Stroke it in and out! I want to feel it rubbing against my clit! There!” you cry, as I press the bud of your tingling little button. “Rub me there!”

“Put another finger in me!” you whisper breathlessly, your cunt quivering with pleasure. “I want to feel your fingers stretching my cunt! Move them inside me!” you moan.

I slip two fingers into you and begin to move them in and out, loving the way your ass squirms against my cock. Soft moaning sounds erupt from your throat.

“Oh, God! Fuck me with your fingers! Oh yes! Do it! Oh yes!”

Your pussy is sopping wet now. I can hear the sluicing noises my fingers make up inside. Your whole being begins to crave the pleasure you know my cock will give you.

I slide my slippery wet fingers in and out of your tight little fuck hole a few more times, making sure that my exploring fingers run across your excited clit on each stroke. You groan, louder at the arousing, pussy-tingling thrills that my probing fingers produce, and you arch your back involuntarily in an effort to get more.

You thrust your pussy against my fingers like you are fucking my cock.

When you feel the sensation of my cock rubbing your ass, you discover that you can be aroused just by my dick rubbing against your crack.

I can almost read your thoughts: The only thing better than my finger in your cunt would be my cock. You want me to fuck you from behind while we lay on our sides. Your pussy aches for my hard cock. You are incredibly aroused, every inch of your skin hot and tingling. You want me to fuck you. You need your pussy filled. A small whimper issues forth as you get ever closer to that point where you will beg for it.

Softly, you whimper, “Please. Don’t tease me. It feels so good. But I need more. Please, oh, please.”

“Oh God… oh God. I’m getting so close!”

In a voice thick with arousal, you begin to beg, “Please. I need your cock in me. Please. I want you!”

You can feel the juices flood your pussy and coat the insides of your thighs. You haven’t been aroused like this for a long time.

“My panties,” you gasp. “Pull them off! Pull them all the way off!”

I dig my fingers into the lacy material at your hips and tug your panties down your legs while you lift your ass helpfully. You kick out of them and push your ass against my cock even harder. The fiery itch between your legs torments you.

“Is this like doggy style? Can you do me from behind?”

“Sort of like doggy style… Do you want to be on your knees?”

“Can you fuck me like this?”

“Yes.”

“Then do it!” Your hand reaches between us, gripping my cock as you guide it toward the warm, wet, entrance of your waiting pussy. You rub the swollen head up and down your hot little cunt. Your juices soak my cock head. “Shove your cock in me and fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oh, god, yes, shove it in me! Fuck me! I want it hard this time… hard and fast! I need it inside me! Hurt me a little. Ram it in me, please! Fuck me! Please! Hurry! Please! Please!”

My cock aches mightily, hungry for your cunt; hungry for release.

The softness of the wrinkled flesh of your cunt lips feels like heaven as I tease the head of my cock up and down your slit. I grasp my dick and slide the tip between your pussy lips, up against your clit and back down, circling the tight pucker of your asshole. Each time I hit your clit and ass, you gasp and shudder with a mini-orgasm.

The swollen tip of my cock parts your furled pussy-lips, brushing past your super-sensitive clit. I can feel the moist heat of your steaming cunt mouth against the head of my rock-hard cock.

You moan when you feel the swollen knob of my cock spreading the lips of your cunt. Delicious, shuddering thrills ripple through you as my cock glides slowly into your wet, contracted cunt-hole

“YESSSSS!”

My burning hardness against your tingling cunt is driving you mad with passion, and the combination of my tit-fondling and my teasing fingers unleashes a new deluge of pussy-juice in your thoroughly filled cunt mouth.

You groan and shove your hips backward, ramming more of my rigid prick up your molten cunt. You know that I can fill your tight, wet hole with hard meat and fuck you until you scream.

“All of it! I want all of it.”

The heat of my burning tool spreads over your cunt as my stiff prick moves deeper and deeper into you. Your cunt sucks at my cock, massaging it, making my balls ache more and more by the second.

You squeal with delight as you feel my thick, pulsating cock filling you.

“That’s good… ohhhhhh, that’s SOOO good!” you cry, lost in the ecstasy of my pulsing cock in your sensitive cunt.

As the full length of my cock becomes buried inside, you flex your cunt-muscles, treating me to a lewd massage all along the throbbing length of my cock. My cock-head is pulsating and you can almost feel the blood pounding hotly.

I begin to fuck you in slow, gentle strokes that drive my cock deep into you. I slide it back out, almost, before plunging into you again. The gentle strokes become deep and savage as my hunger for your cunt grows and grows, bringing more moans from your throat.

You begin slapping your ass back and forth against me, gulping my cock deeply in and out of your aching, churning hole, knowing that any second you will explode with delicious warmth.

Each time I pound my cock deep into your pussy, you grunt with primitive lust.

“Oh… oh, fuck!” you scream as my thick prick splits your juicing pussy again and again. You know how to use your cunt muscles to surround my cock and squeeze me dry.

I begin to pick up my pace, driving my cock in and out of your sucking hole.

Your cunt is on fire from my lusty fucking, and your breasts jerk frantically under my knowing fingers. Your nipples and your cunt are so swollen that they feel ready to explode. Your hips slam back frenziedly at my rigid prick as if your pussy just can’t get enough. All you can do is feel; feel my thick cock driving through your writhing cunt.

Your excitement builds and builds. Your ass churns frantically. Your hair flies about your head.

You push your hips back to meet my thrusts, shoving your ass down hard against my body, making sure every inch of me is inside.

“Yes!” you scream, contracting beneath me and gushing around my hard cock. “Fuck me harder, give it to me! Don’t stop!”

I push forward with all my weight. I groan with pleasure as I feel my cock soar deep into your quivering cunt. Your pussy-walls seemed to grab me, to coax me to stay up inside your hot, wet tunnel. But I pull back, only to shove deep into you once again. Unable to control my lust I pound my cock into you violently and your hips buck backwards filling your hungry cunt onto my meat.

I pull back and my cock slowly withdraws. And then I ram it all the way in again, going faster and deeper with each thrust.

My hips move back and forth as fast as I can move them, selfishly using your cunt for my own pleasure, thrusting into it, keeping you constantly filled.

Your words flow as fast as your cunt juice. “Give it to me! God, keep fucking me! Don’t ever stop! Fuck me! Fuck me! Just keep fucking me like this! It’s… so… Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me forever! God, give it to me as hard as you can! Fuck me hard! Make me scream! Make me feel it! Oh yes! Yessssss!” you hiss.

You hammer your juicy cunt on my cock mercilessly. I can feel your pussy muscles closing around my prick, trying to suck it all the way in. You become wetter and wetter; your clit dances along the length of my cock.

Suddenly, without warning, you scream “Oh God! I’m… I’m coming! I’m comingggggg!” Your body goes rigid, and your juices bath my cock and balls in a sticky cum-bath. Your nipples stand out, dark with the abuse I had inflicted on them.

“Fuck me! Keep fucking me!” you scream, as waves of sensation sweep over you.

For what seems like an eternity, you feel the jolting release of unbelievable pleasure. Massive spasms of orgasm ripple up and down your pussy canal, then, finally centre in your puckered cunt-mouth. Your clit is in a constant state of ecstasy, pulsating almost painfully, showering your body with pure, raw release.

“Uhhhh!” you groan. “Come with me! Give it to me! Give me your hot cum!”

I fuck you viciously, driving my prick into you as deep as I can. Faster and faster. The cunt juice flowing out of your pussy runs down your thighs in hot rivulets as my cock ravages you.

“Come on! Come inside me,” you pant, your voice thick. “Fill me with cum! I want it! Fill my cunt! Oh please!”

Your cunt blazes with lust.

“Come in me - come in my pussy - NOW! Fill my cunt with your cum! I want to feel it inside me! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

I pull out, almost all the way, and slam back into you.

The first load of cum swirls in my balls, rockets up the centre of my dick, and bursts from the little piss hole at the head; a huge, steaming jet of thick, hot cum flows into your swollen fuck hole, splattering into the back of your cunt, coating the walls with hot, sticky cream.

As wave after wave of ecstasy tears through the base of my cock, I hammer at your cunt harder, more furiously.

When you feel my scalding cum blast into your thirsty cunt, it triggers another furious series of clenching orgasms. You fuck me faster and faster, your incredibly tight cunt-hole gripping and sucking at my cock. Your body shakes as you come, pushing back onto my cock, driving it into you as far as it can go, sucking more and more of my cum into you.

A boiling river of cum rampages into you, carrying you to an ecstasy you had only dreamed of. The heady sensations reverberate through your flooded cunt and up your twisting spine, sending you out of your mind with passion.

“Uhhhhh! Oh! Oh, fuck!” you shriek. “I’m coming again! I’m cummminnnng!”

I keep ramming my cock into your contracting cunt like a wild man, my balls pumping liquid fire.

“Yes!” you scream as you feel my prick pounding inside you. “Do it! Fill me up! Keep filling my cunt. Pump it into me! Keep filling it!”

Another raging torrent of hot cum gushes from my cock head.”Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” you cry, over and over. “Uhhhh! Oh… oh, I’m dying!” you shriek, your body arching up off the bed. It feels so good; almost painful.

I keep grinding my hips against you until the last drop of my burning cum had spilled into your sated pussy.

You shudder one more time and then collapse beside me, panting; your cunt still spasms against my cock. As your body goes slack, my melting prick is pulled from your slippery, sodden hole.

A heady odour of musk permeates the air as I smell the intimate fragrance of your body and your cunt juice mixed with my cum.

“I could see stars!” you mutter sleepily. “I could see stars!”

My cum begins to leak from your cunt lips.

“We’re gonna make a mess.”

“No we’re not,” you reply, rolling onto your back. You reach down and gather gobs of my cum onto your fingers.

I watch in awe as you suck at your fingers and gather more and more of our mixed juices from your leaking cunt, gobbling it into your mouth and drinking it down.

Your hands are sticky with the creamy goo. You stare at the sticky mess coating your fingers. Suddenly, you begin to rub the liquid, like a lotion, over your tummy and breasts.

“Mmmmm. I love the feeling of your cum on me. Warm and sticky”

“Let me get you a towel.

“Mmmmmm. OK,” you mutter.

By the time I return to our bed with a warm, damp towel, you have fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep.

I wipe your body gently trying not to wake you. Your breasts quiver at my touch and your firm belly is soon clean. Gently I spread your legs and wipe away the drops of cum from your cunt hair, from your pussy and from between the cheeks of your ass.

You squirm under my gentle touch.

“I want your cock.”

Am I imagining these words? Are you talking in your sleep?

I turn out the lights and climb into bed beside you. Your body molds into mine, like spoons.

I hear a soft voice in the darkness. “Can you fuck me like this?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Then do it!” Your voice is sleepy but your hand eagerly reaches for me once again…

Clouds and Rain 5 (The Voice of God)

I wake with a start. The sky outside the window is pink with the dawn. The sun has not yet risen. 

You are lying on your side just as you were when we fell asleep. Your breathing is even, restful. 

I snuggle closer; a spoon within a spoon. My cock wakens and presses against the soft skin of your sweet ass. You murmur in your sleep and your ass squirms against me once more. 

My cock stiffens and presses against the slit that my tongue enjoyed last night. You press against me, harder, with more urgency and the tip of my cock feels the wetness that erupts from you. 

“Mmmmm.” Is this a sound from your dream? Or is this the sound of pleasure? 

Your hand reaches down and guides my cock to your swollen slit; moist, hot and ready. And you push against it. And slowly, very slowly, I begin to enter you. 

You are tight; but the wetness that seeps from you eases the passage. Your muscles begin to adjust and relax as I slide deeper and deeper into you. 

Will I hurt you? I don’t want to hurt you. 

Slowly, little by little my cock slides into your wet passage until you have accepted its full length. 

I can sense the tension in your body and I don’t move. You don’t move. I wait. 

“Oh, God! That feels so good.” With these words, your body suddenly relaxes and you move as if to adjust to this intrusion. 

And you begin to pull away from me. At the point when only the tip of my cock is still inside you, I fear that you will pull away completely. But you stop and slowly push back again and my cock slides home, deep, deeper than I ever imagined, inside you. 

And once again you pull away and once again push back. A slow rhythm begins to build. You set the pace. 

“Oh, God! Can you move faster? It feels so good. I want you deeper. Deeper. Deeper! Oh God, please, deeper!” 

I clutch your hips and pull you to me as I thrust into you. My cock rams its way deeper into you and you meet each thrust with a small grunt from your throat. 

The pace quickens. You have found urgency in your rhythm and your hips pound against my cock harder and harder. 

I want to see your face.

 I pull my cock from your tight, wet little hole. “Oh God! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

I turn you on your back and spread your legs. Kneeling, I guide my cock to the wet little opening and in one piercing lunge I am as deep inside you as I have ever been. 

“Oh, God! That’s soooo good!.” 

Your hips rise with my every thrust and my cock rubs against the little button that is now swollen and demanding attention. Faster and faster as the heat in you builds in anticipation of what is to come. 

Your hands grab my ass and pull me even deeper into you with each penetration. Your body tenses as waves of pleasure wash over you. 

“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Give it to me! Give it to me! I love your cock! I want your big cock! I want it! I want it! I want it! Oh, Oh, yeeeessss” you moan unaware of how loud you have become and beyond caring. 

Your body quivers and suddenly your back arches as wave after wave of orgasm courses through you. 

The muscles of your tight little opening spasm and grip my cock tighter and tighter. And the juices from within wash over my balls as I continue to drive into you. 

I am close. So close. I can feel my balls tightening in anticipation. 

My body starts to tense as my thrusts slow from fast and furious to deep and hard. Suddenly my cock pulses, stiffens and erupts, splashing the insides of you with my cum. Pulse after pulse, gush after gush of hot juice floods through you. 

“Oh, God!” It is my turn to exclaim. 

I want to fill you with every last drop of my cum. My cock plunges again and again until I am spent, pumping every last drop of my cum into your burning hole. Your inner muscles tighten around me, milking the last of my cum from the tip of my cock. 

Panting and exhausted. I lower my body to you, cradling your head, my face buried in your hair. 

Your breasts rise and fall as your breath comes in gasps. Your heart pounds and my heart matches every beat. 

“I never imagined it could be like that!” 

“I promised you,” is my reply. 

We lie together, bodies spent, joined in the most intimate way. 

As our heartbeats slow and our breathing becomes more even, my cock begins to soften and withdraw from you. 

“Don’t leave me! Stay inside me!” 

As you flex your muscles to try to prevent my escape, my cock slips from you and our mingled juices escape; running over your ass and soaking into the sheets. 

“We’re making a mess!” 

“I don’t care.” 

I leave you for a moment and return with yet another damp towel. As I wipe you clean in the most intimate way, you lie back, legs apart, and take pleasure from this little way that I spoil you. 

“Oh, God! It’s better than I imagined!” 

“Did you hear the voice of God?”

Clouds and Rain 2 (Are you awake?)

The heat in my cock hasn’t diminished and your hand still grips me there.

You shift slightly in the bed as if sensing my wakefulness. My arm is still across your shoulder. With your free hand, you guide my fingers to your breast. Your hand over mine you encourage me to explore.

Are you awake? Or, are you dreaming? A deep sigh and your body shifts again. You grip me tighter. My cock pulses in your hand with a life of its own.

You release me. Disappointment floods through my body. Moments later you grind against me and my cock rests between the two soft mounds of your hot little ass.

Are you awake?

My hand releases your breast and slides down over the black silk which still covers your tummy. Your tummy button is there waiting, un-kissed. My hand pauses over the indentation in the fabric where that long dreamed of button lies in wait. I remember. I don’t want to break the spell so I let my hand drift further down.

Your night gown has shifted upward in your sleep and my fingers encounter the elastic and the texture of your panties.

I hesitate. Have I gone too far? Your body answers my question as your ass grinds against my cock with greater urgency.

I can feel the heat between your legs. My fingers tentatively explore over the fabric of your panties and still your ass grinds against me.

Are you awake?

As my fingers probe your most secret place, I feel the wetness begin to seep through the fabric. Your body is awake. Wide awake. Your body is speaking to me of desire, and passion, and heat.

My fingers slip beneath the fabric stroking through the crisp hair which surrounds the cleft which is you. Your centre. And I find the softness of the lips which fold over the opening to your soul.

You gasp. Your body shudders. Not a word escapes your lips. And your ass presses harder still against my cock.

My fingers stroke. And probe. And your wetness flows. My fingers find the tiny button, hidden between your lips, like a little cock, swollen, erect. And I touch you there.

It is like an electric shock. Your body spasms and a cry escapes you. A Chinese word. I don’t understand. Could you be saying, “Oh God”? Could it be “Stop”?

I hesitate but your hand flies down to mine, covering it and you stroke yourself with my fingers. The little button, like a tiny cock, pulsates, rises, demands attention. And when I touch you again, your juices flow freely over my fingers.

“My mouth is dry,” you murmur.

“Do you want water?”

“No, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

Your knees part slightly in invitation. I hook the waistband of your panties with my fingers and begin to slide them down over your legs. You lift your hips to help and in a moment of impatience you strip them down to your ankles yourself.

Now I want you naked. Completely naked. I grasp the hem of your nightie and pull upward. You sit up, raise your arms and the nightie slips over your head and is gone. And suddenly, in the pale light from the window, I see you. White skin. The soft little mounds of your breasts. Your nipples, taught, erect. Your tummy button. And the dark shadow between your thighs.

You want to cover yourself but I gently hold your arms away from your body. I want to see.

For a moment you are bold and you let your arms drop to your sides. Your eyes search mine as I stare. But shyness takes you once again.

Your eyes drop and your arms once again cross in front, hiding the beauty that was before me moments ago.

I lie back on the pillows and pull you to me and you lie across my chest. I pull the blankets over you to keep you warm and hold you to me, all the time aware of your absolute nakedness. And my hands stoke your neck and your back and your ass. Gently.

And you sigh. And you sleep again.

Tonight you will sleep in my arms. Tonight I will hold you and stroke your body. Tonight you will feel my hardness against you. But not inside you. Not until you want me.

Clouds and Rain 1 (Heaven can Wait)

Your free hand begins to stroke my chest. Your fingers find a nipple and begin to tease. You know now the effect this will have. You remember.

You raise your head and find my ear with your mouth. You begin to suck the soft flesh and your tongue dances in and out.

My hands are free to roam over your body. Instead, I pull you closer. Your mouth excites me and I don’t want you to stop.

As I pull you closer, my arm drops and my hand searches for your skin. I can’t reach you because my arm is trapped under you. My hand can only reach the sweet soft mound of your ass.

Do I dare?

As if sensing my frustration, you change your position slightly. My hand finds your firm, round ass and you squirm with encouragement. Your body says, “Touch me there.”

Still, the black silk of your nightie separates us but I can feel the heat of your skin once more as I caress you. I hear your breath quicken as you continue to play with my ear.

Your body shudders and you pull me closer still. My free hand caresses your back and I feel your skin above the fabric of your night gown. The strap is loosely hanging off your shoulder and my hand travels down your sides. Skin, fabric, skin. I love your skin. Yet there is a strange excitement in caressing you where your skin is out of reach. Beneath the silk.

My hand travels down your side. I can feel the softness at the side of your breast. I want more. Through the silken sheath, my hand finds your nipple. I touch you there and your heartbeat quickens. Races. Your breath catches in a sharp gasp. Your nipple hardens at my touch. Like a tiny cock, it stands erect.

And you clutch me tighter.

At this moment, your nipple, this tiny point, is the centre of my world. I want to give you pleasure. Your body speaks to me with a language as old as time. Your back arches as your body cries, “Yes, touch me there!”

But a film of black silk separates us. The strap of your night gown invites me to slide it down your arm even further. As I do, you crook your arm and the impediment is removed. Your breast comes into full view in the dim light, your nipple, dark against the alabaster skin of your breast. Inviting my touch. Inviting my mouth. Inviting my tongue.

I am in awe at the perfection. God made you a woman. God made you a perfect woman. God made you a desirable woman. And God gave this perfection to me. At this moment. In this place, God brought us together for one purpose. To share in the pleasure that you give to me and I give to you.

My fingers find your nipple. As I gently stroke, gently pinch, my mouth waters. I want to know the taste.

You touch yourself, cupping your breast from beneath, offering it to me, offering it to my lips to devour.

My fingers free your nipple and my hand goes to your back. I pull you to me. My lips find their way and I suck. Your nipple, pliant and ready, is drawn between my lips and my tongue flutters over its tip.

Another moan escapes you, this time animal-like, from deep within. You squeeze your own breast offering your nipple to me. You want me to suck harder. You want me to bite you. You want more.

My other hand is not idle. Your ass squirms and your hips move. My hand slides further down until it finds the hot flesh of your thigh.

Sliding upwards, my hand pushes aside the silk and finds smooth flesh. Firm. Hot to the touch. Only the waistband of your thong panties disrupts the smoothness of your skin. Now the sweet roundness of your ass is mine to savour. My fingers tighten and your hips move. Closer to me.

I want to kiss you there. I want to taste the sweetness of the skin that has been my dream. I want to know each subtle flavour as my tongue explores.

My mind reels. How can I kiss your nipple and your ass? I want it all but I can only take a small part of you.

Reluctantly, my hand leaves the sweet softness of your bottom and with both hands on your shoulders; I push you up and away from me. I want to see your face.

You kneel now. The strap of your nightie lies loose. One breast free, which moments ago, was between my lips, between my teeth, glistens in the faint light with my spit.

Your face is in shadow, your black eyes, invisible. Yet I know your lips are parted with desire.

I want to see your body in the soft light. But, as I reach for you, your arms cross. Hiding your breasts. As if to say, “No.”

Or, are you teasing me? Are your folded arms saying, “Not yet”? Is your action deliberate? Do you wish to prolong the moment before you open yourself to me? To my eyes? To my body?

As I reach for you again your folded arms hold yourself tighter and you turn your face from me. Your black hair cascades across your shoulders. I know your body wants me. I can feel the heat.

But, I know that your mind is not ready to accept me.

Gently, I push you back onto the bed. Facing away from me. I pull you closer and I curl my body to lie behind you. Like spoons. My arm around you but no longer searching your flesh.

You sigh. You know that I will hold you, protect you through the night. As much as my mind wants you and my body wants you, I will be patient. We will be lovers again. But not this night.

My body betrays me. Your beautiful ass is snuggled deeply into the curve of my body and my rigid cock is pressed against you. How can you not notice?

As if you were reading my mind, your hand reaches back. And you reach into the trousers of my pyjamas, seizing my cock.

My hand finds your breast and delights, once again, in its fullness and the stiffness of your nipple.

I can feel you smile.

Holding me in this way, you sigh once more, deeply, contentedly, and we sleep.

Heaven can wait.

Clouds and Rain

Hsi Wang Mu, the Western Goddess, the greatest of sexual adepts, came to King Huai in a dream.

Giving herself to him she said:

‘At dawn I am the morning clouds, at evening the falling rain.’

Follow Lao Shi on an odyssey through Clouds and Rain…

Couple playing the Clouds-and-Rain-Game (Yunyu)
Chinese Painting, Qing Dynasty

Couple playing the Clouds-and-Rain-Game (Yunyu)

Chinese Painting, Qing Dynasty

About Me
Lao Shi (老师): (Mandarin)
Meaning "teacher"

Inspired by my love for all things Chinese, these stories share with you my experiences, real and imagined, as I explore the awakening of the hidden sensuality of Chinese women.

Hsi Wang Mu, the Western Goddess, the greatest of sexual adepts, came to King Huai in a dream. Giving herself to him she said: ‘At dawn I am the morning clouds, at evening the falling rain.’

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