Swinging Object
Swinging Sensations
Unlike anyone else you've encountered, you're special and captivating all at once. The excitement and allure isn't just due to your bright and vivacious nature, although that alone is enough to enthrall me. It's the unpredictability that genuinely intrigues and excites me. Generally, I prefer being in control and holding the reins to fulfill another's desires - decision making, following orders, and giving satisfaction. However, with you, I'm not drawn to playing a specific role. I simply want to experience pleasure with you, moving back and forth between giving and receiving. I'm envisioning a pendulum wildly oscillating between one act of domination and the next without any specific purpose - just an unending series of sensual encounters where each switch brings a new degree of pleasure.
I'm imagining holding your luscious pink locks between my hands as I thrust into your submissive mouth until I'm about to cum, and you're gearing up to swallow me whole. Then there's the possibility of inverting this scenario; I find myself hovering over you, straddling your face and using your mouth until you decide you'd rather glide into me, rock and ride me until you reach your ecstasy and then drench my cock. This exhilarating dynamic of pleasure and control without any predetermined plan leads to an explosion of excitement.
Pendulum Part II
My affinity towards you heightens each time I gaze upon you in your unique attire, which features a pair of stockings, a sweater, and a charming grin. Your pose reflects readiness and eagerness to dish up excitement as well as receive it, which stirs desire within me. As I observe your attractive derrière and how gracefully your legs are spread, I'm engulfed by an absence of restraint and brimming lust.
This duality is evident throughout my perspective - one half is dominated by a primal urge to spank your delectable derrière, move your panties aside, and penetrate you, while the other half craves to emerge between your thighs, lick you skillfully, and experience you reaching orgasm on my face. These contrasting thoughts whirl around my head, depicting the varying roles I may play for you.
Top or bottom, the pendulum swings with eclectic delight, serving both purposes while evoking exquisite pleasure.
Cute or Sexy: A Perplexing Clash
Tidbits of your appearance spur a dispute between cuteness and sexiness, yet in my eyes, you embody a combination of both. You might appear innocent (cute) in your sweater or stockings, but standing before me in these pieces of apparel showcases an entirely different side of you. Thus, the argument of whether you're cute or sexy becomes utterly nonsensical. I consider myself fortunate, as I get to view the mingled concoction of these two sides.
My mind is quick to recognize your sensuality beneath the watchable layers of fabric. The rest of your expression is concealed, leaving only the curves of your body exposed for me to take in. I agree that you can exude an aura of cuteness when you reveal your curvy shape, clothed in a sweater. But consider what I'm privy to in your presence; not only can I appreciate your curves, but I'm also given access to your mighty breasts. They're not simply cute, they're undeniably sexy, especially when you unveil them for my admiration.
This back and forth extends to the other components of your appearance - your legs and feet. The attempts to hide them in stockings give off a cute impression, but the instant your knees are spread, they evolve into something far more tantalizing, leaving me desperate to slide between them. Your flushed cheeks and erotic invitation serve as an irresistible appeal for passionate connection.
Your hair ~ that alluring shade of pink ~ is eye-catching and cute on the surface, yet when your slender neck is exposed, the pink hue becomes part of an irresistible serving, leading me to crave grabbing at your hair, embracing it with both hands, and guiding your mouth onto my cock in a profoundly erotic manner.
Your voice is enchanting when joyous, and your delight in serving escalates the sexual connotations. It's the freedom and release expressed in your voice that renders it one of the most enthralling sounds for someone like me to listen to in anticipation of climax.
Sometimes, your mind can be adorable. Your care for my safety and my need to drink water is cute and appealing. Yet, even though your body is attractive, it's your mind that gets me going more than anything. Your good reading skills and your ability to switch on my lust are what turn me on deep inside. I want to explore more of your sexy brain while I'm brainstorming new ways to touch or be touched by your sexy body.
I see the cuteness in your looks and clothes. I hear the cuteness in your voice and words. However, I also see and hear and read the sexiness.
The adorable side and the sexy side are not exclusive; they go together.
Once more, you show me how sexy you are. Submissive or dominant. Top or bottom. You are smart and seductive. Wise and adorable.
I see the adorableness in you. I recognize the adorableness in you. If it accentuates rather than obliterates or cancels out your sexiness, I can't deny that fact.
But it always shifts back to sexy. I see you. I hear you. I read you. And even though I find you adorable, don't think for a moment that I don't want to have sex with you.
Pendulum Part IV.
Submissive or dominant. Top or bottom. No matter which role you pick, you will remain the same special music lover. The one who hears colors. Your personality and your hair aren't the only vibrant things about you.
Seeing you in your stockings and panties made me want to go down on you. And whether it's me actually going down on you or you sitting down on me, I want to give you a thrilling experience. No matter the role I play, I will pleasure you to the sound of music.
This isn't about sensory deprivation. No blindfold. I want to see you, and be seen by you. No headphones. We will listen to the same music. And I want to align my actions with those notes across your body. Letting my tongue travel along with the notes as if it's just another instrument conducting the symphony.
But no matter my role, I still will be under your control. You chose the music. Although your poses are playful and sometimes sassy, your taste in music is warm and bright and sophisticated.
Hence, it's no coincidence that you picked Clair de Lune. And it starts off slowly. Softly. Delicately. And so do I. There's an amazing intimacy in this because there are pauses. And during those pauses, when my tongue rests, I don't get bored. My hands still rest on your huge, gorgeous breasts. And my mouth touches the taste and touch of your sex.
As if playing a piece of music, this is just the beginning. The real challenge for me comes next. For you, Debussy will continue guiding your path, and I will follow the passion as I try and follow the fast pace of Passepied. While I may miss a few beats, triple tonguing isn't my strongest skill, I know that my perseverance and stamina are where my strength lies.
My tongue will dance back and forth through this part of the suite until I find the right notes. And the music will shut off because your thighs are crushing my ears as you hear music, see colors, feel orgasms, and float on the waves of your orgasmic state.
Though I'll never be perfect, like a diligent scholar, I understand that practice can improve me. And by getting the timing even a little right, I have the opportunity to practice on you again and again and again.
And even though I won't see colors when I listen to music, I will see your gorgeous lips, your pretty and pale skin, your heaving chest, and your shuddering thighs. And seeing and feeling your body moving to the beat of the music, to the movement of my body, is my kind of performance.
Read also:
- Yes, Darling
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- Incident: Chapter 2
- A Never-ending Contest: Volume 1, Chapters 16-25
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