Really very few introductory words this time, my friends, because I truly think it is not the case.
Only a small reminder, if you allow me.
Do you remember that little thing (so to speak) that Trip told T'Pol? He told her that it was now his time. What did he want to say?
Well, I am more than convinced that absolutely it is worthwhile to find out what he meant.
.
Only a small reminder, if you allow me.
Do you remember that little thing (so to speak) that Trip told T'Pol? He told her that it was now his time. What did he want to say?
Well, I am more than convinced that absolutely it is worthwhile to find out what he meant.
.
So, without further ado, here is...
Mh, before you get into reading, my friends, and just to increase a little bit your curiosity ...
All in all, if you think about it, so far the initiative has been entirely and always of our controlled and inhibited (eh, eh) T'Pol.
So far.
Chapter Twelve
His Time!
His Time!
Slowly and mildly, little by little, infinitely gently and sensually, his hand slips out from my sex, making me trembling and quivering in the expectancy… of what will replace it.
Slowly, little by little, he stands up, staring at me, wholly nude, wholly his.
With an impenetrable look.
He bends upon me and brings to my mouth the hand of him that has given me the release.
His fingers begin to caress delicately my lips, making me feel the enjoyment of their touch… and the taste of myself. They smell of my sex, of my arousal, the arousal that is flaming again powerfully inside me.
Our eyes are locked with each other. They talk dumbly to each other, in this marvellous love play that he's playing with me.
And that I'm playing with him.
I start to kiss with soft and wet kisses his fingers, and I lick them, purposely and lustfully, relishing the savour of me blended with the flavour of his skin.
Then I open slowly my lips and take his fingers in my mouth, and I suck them voluptuously and eagerly, tasting my inner juices on them.
And shivering of pleasure and of prurience.
His hand comes out from my mouth.
He stands up again, our eyes still gazing one at the other, the sexual tension between us now almost aching.
I breathe slow and heavy, while his arms reach me and his hands grasp my body. And burn my flesh.
Slowly and carefully he positions me.
Like a thing.
Like a thing which belongs to him.
Like I do!
The most loved thing he has!
(*Yes! The most loved thing he has! ME! *)
He makes me lay half-seated on the bed, my back placed on the cushions, my nape resting upon them.
He takes my feet on the sheet and settles my legs so that my knees are flexed. Then he pushes gently against them to widen them, and I comply with his evident intention, pushing my thighs absolutely open wide, and my sex unashamedly agape and proffered to his look and to his wishes.
His wishes… my desires!
He grasps my hands and puts them on my thighs. Flat. To either side of my vulva. Like I kept them at the beginning of this second love night, when he entered my room.
And I tremble, once more!
I begin to understand!
Deadpan, almost stern on his face, but with a sensual, nearly wicked twinkling in his eyes, he pushes gently my hands toward my vulva... and my fingers, knowing his will, go inside! Inside my sex!
The fingers of my right hand go spontaneously to my clitoris that hardens, and throbs, and soughs under my touch.
The fingers of my left hand go spontaneously into my vagina, that spasms, and palpitates, and tingles around them.
I shiver. Again. Irrepressibly.
I understood!
He recoils, almost a-slug. Staring avidly at my bare form. At the lecherous spectacle I'm displaying to him of myself.
He halts, still staring at me, his look running along my features, loitering with his mocking eyes on my agape sex, on my hands, on my fingers, ready to obey his command, a proud and irresistible smile broadening on his handsome face.
(*Command, my T’hai’la! I’m here! At your beck and call! *)
The smile disappears from his face.
He breathes long and harsh.
I breathe long and harsh!
(*Command, my T’hai’la! I belong to you! Also this is a manner to belong to you!*)
His voice arises husky in the silence of the room, in the languid atmosphere that encircles us.
“You can move now, Hon.”
I widen my thighs even more, shuddering and sighing and closing my eyes.
He talks again.
With a voice that is almost inaudible.
“You can move your hands now, Hon.”
I open my eyelids, lost in the lust of our love, and gaze at him.
And I start to delight myself under his look!
While he starts to undress under my look!
Slowly, little by little, he stands up, staring at me, wholly nude, wholly his.
With an impenetrable look.
He bends upon me and brings to my mouth the hand of him that has given me the release.
His fingers begin to caress delicately my lips, making me feel the enjoyment of their touch… and the taste of myself. They smell of my sex, of my arousal, the arousal that is flaming again powerfully inside me.
Our eyes are locked with each other. They talk dumbly to each other, in this marvellous love play that he's playing with me.
And that I'm playing with him.
I start to kiss with soft and wet kisses his fingers, and I lick them, purposely and lustfully, relishing the savour of me blended with the flavour of his skin.
Then I open slowly my lips and take his fingers in my mouth, and I suck them voluptuously and eagerly, tasting my inner juices on them.
And shivering of pleasure and of prurience.
His hand comes out from my mouth.
He stands up again, our eyes still gazing one at the other, the sexual tension between us now almost aching.
I breathe slow and heavy, while his arms reach me and his hands grasp my body. And burn my flesh.
Slowly and carefully he positions me.
Like a thing.
Like a thing which belongs to him.
Like I do!
The most loved thing he has!
(*Yes! The most loved thing he has! ME! *)
He makes me lay half-seated on the bed, my back placed on the cushions, my nape resting upon them.
He takes my feet on the sheet and settles my legs so that my knees are flexed. Then he pushes gently against them to widen them, and I comply with his evident intention, pushing my thighs absolutely open wide, and my sex unashamedly agape and proffered to his look and to his wishes.
His wishes… my desires!
He grasps my hands and puts them on my thighs. Flat. To either side of my vulva. Like I kept them at the beginning of this second love night, when he entered my room.
And I tremble, once more!
I begin to understand!
Deadpan, almost stern on his face, but with a sensual, nearly wicked twinkling in his eyes, he pushes gently my hands toward my vulva... and my fingers, knowing his will, go inside! Inside my sex!
The fingers of my right hand go spontaneously to my clitoris that hardens, and throbs, and soughs under my touch.
The fingers of my left hand go spontaneously into my vagina, that spasms, and palpitates, and tingles around them.
I shiver. Again. Irrepressibly.
I understood!
He recoils, almost a-slug. Staring avidly at my bare form. At the lecherous spectacle I'm displaying to him of myself.
He halts, still staring at me, his look running along my features, loitering with his mocking eyes on my agape sex, on my hands, on my fingers, ready to obey his command, a proud and irresistible smile broadening on his handsome face.
(*Command, my T’hai’la! I’m here! At your beck and call! *)
The smile disappears from his face.
He breathes long and harsh.
I breathe long and harsh!
(*Command, my T’hai’la! I belong to you! Also this is a manner to belong to you!*)
His voice arises husky in the silence of the room, in the languid atmosphere that encircles us.
“You can move now, Hon.”
I widen my thighs even more, shuddering and sighing and closing my eyes.
He talks again.
With a voice that is almost inaudible.
“You can move your hands now, Hon.”
I open my eyelids, lost in the lust of our love, and gaze at him.
And I start to delight myself under his look!
While he starts to undress under my look!
I watch her.
She has no limits, now.
She understood what I want.
And she obeys my orders.
She is mine. I have her.
Yes, I have her… and she… she…
Even in the middle of the sexual tension which engulfs us, a thought, a bated wonder, surfaces in my mind.
Is this the way Vulcan women love? Is the essence of their passion this unconceivable, amazing capability of giving themselves so wholly, so deeply to the men who have the unspeakable delight to be their men?
And is it really possible that I had this unimaginable luck? That it’s me the man, the HUMAN man, who, first of my race, is able to discover the Volcano of love and of passion that a loving Vulcan woman can hide behind the façade of logic and of composure? That stern and cold appearance which was also on this woman – MY WOMAN! – and which in my eyes made her almost a sort of distant, inaccessible deity?
The mirage of a forbidden love dream.
I watch her steadily, the wondrous spectacle of her naked body offered to me in the deepest demonstration of love and of confidence.
I observe her raunchily, who is moving her hands inside her sex, to tell me that she is ready and willing to do everything for me.
For me and by me.
I drink covetously the image of her, who began to delight herself slowly with her fingers, without averting her eyes from mine, meaningfully and lustfully showing to me the job she is doing to her clitoris and in the depth of her vagina.
Yes!
YES! I’M THAT MAN! She is saying to me with her whole self that she is MY VULCAN WOMAN, that her unknown volcano of Vulcaness, of Vulcan ardency, is for me, for the man who disclosed to her the unexplored territory of the Vulcan women’s hot blood when they…
When they are in love!
I feel my shaft harden tremendously in my underpants and I sense and smell the increasing of her arousal at its sight.
I feel her craving it.
I smile proudly. Fiercely.
I didn’t forget my promise, my Vulcan Lady.
(*I will impale you mercilessly with it, my Lady, be sure! But before...*)
Before I want you to display the bottom of your lust!
I want to savour to the hilt the depth of your Vulcan female passion!
I hear her moans of pleasure and of wishing, while, ravening the lascivious spectacle she shows off of herself, I take off my shirt and let it fall to the ground.
I see her fingers speed up their manoeuvres.
She has no limits, now.
She understood what I want.
And she obeys my orders.
She is mine. I have her.
Yes, I have her… and she… she…
Even in the middle of the sexual tension which engulfs us, a thought, a bated wonder, surfaces in my mind.
Is this the way Vulcan women love? Is the essence of their passion this unconceivable, amazing capability of giving themselves so wholly, so deeply to the men who have the unspeakable delight to be their men?
And is it really possible that I had this unimaginable luck? That it’s me the man, the HUMAN man, who, first of my race, is able to discover the Volcano of love and of passion that a loving Vulcan woman can hide behind the façade of logic and of composure? That stern and cold appearance which was also on this woman – MY WOMAN! – and which in my eyes made her almost a sort of distant, inaccessible deity?
The mirage of a forbidden love dream.
I watch her steadily, the wondrous spectacle of her naked body offered to me in the deepest demonstration of love and of confidence.
I observe her raunchily, who is moving her hands inside her sex, to tell me that she is ready and willing to do everything for me.
For me and by me.
I drink covetously the image of her, who began to delight herself slowly with her fingers, without averting her eyes from mine, meaningfully and lustfully showing to me the job she is doing to her clitoris and in the depth of her vagina.
Yes!
YES! I’M THAT MAN! She is saying to me with her whole self that she is MY VULCAN WOMAN, that her unknown volcano of Vulcaness, of Vulcan ardency, is for me, for the man who disclosed to her the unexplored territory of the Vulcan women’s hot blood when they…
When they are in love!
I feel my shaft harden tremendously in my underpants and I sense and smell the increasing of her arousal at its sight.
I feel her craving it.
I smile proudly. Fiercely.
I didn’t forget my promise, my Vulcan Lady.
(*I will impale you mercilessly with it, my Lady, be sure! But before...*)
Before I want you to display the bottom of your lust!
I want to savour to the hilt the depth of your Vulcan female passion!
I hear her moans of pleasure and of wishing, while, ravening the lascivious spectacle she shows off of herself, I take off my shirt and let it fall to the ground.
I see her fingers speed up their manoeuvres.
I feel his look upon me, his stare, which observes, hungrily and conscious of the power he exerts over me, my proffered nudity and what I’m doing, crushed into his will.
I don’t know limits, not now, and don’t want to have them.
I understood very well what he wants me to do and I obey willingly his orders, with all my soul.
Because I am his.
He has me.
Totally.
Body and katra.
That’s the unique truth, the reality, against which any resistance is futile. I know this, now, and I only want to feel myself get lost in my T’hai’la’s mightiness, in the absolute possession he has over me.
This is what I want.
This is my… my Vulcaness. Yes, I do understand now what that means, for real, for the woman who I am. I understand the substance of the stories I heard on my home world, those stories murmured in a low voice because of the privacy – the prudery, my Trip would say - of my countrymen, about Vulcan sex.
About the way the women of my world are capable of giving themselves to the men to whom they belong.
And that’s what I’m doing with the man who possesses me, and if this man is not Vulcan, if he is not from my world, if he is HUMAN, I don’t care less, because he… IS MY MAN!
I move my hands inside my sex, slowly delighting myself with my fingers, without averting my eyes from his, my thighs wide apart, so as to meaningfully and lustfully show him the job I’m doing to my clitoris and deep down in my vagina.
For him and by him.
I perceive the smell of his arousal both with my nose and with my soul, and I can see the hardness of his cock inflate tremendously his pants.
I feel my throat dry.
I drool over his bird of prey! I slaver to be this prey!
I want - desperately I want! - to be impaled mercilessly by it!
(*But before, I know, I have to obey your orders, my Lord! *)
I have to display to you, my Lord and Master, the bottom of my lust!
And I will do it with all my will, my master… my love! I will make you savour to the hilt the depth of my disclosed Vulcan female passion!
I groan with pleasure and with expectancy under the intimate caresses of my hands and at the view of him, who, while swigging the lecherous sight I’m offering of myself, takes off his shirt and lets it fall to the ground.
My fingers speed up their manége practically by their own volition.
I don’t know limits, not now, and don’t want to have them.
I understood very well what he wants me to do and I obey willingly his orders, with all my soul.
Because I am his.
He has me.
Totally.
Body and katra.
That’s the unique truth, the reality, against which any resistance is futile. I know this, now, and I only want to feel myself get lost in my T’hai’la’s mightiness, in the absolute possession he has over me.
This is what I want.
This is my… my Vulcaness. Yes, I do understand now what that means, for real, for the woman who I am. I understand the substance of the stories I heard on my home world, those stories murmured in a low voice because of the privacy – the prudery, my Trip would say - of my countrymen, about Vulcan sex.
About the way the women of my world are capable of giving themselves to the men to whom they belong.
And that’s what I’m doing with the man who possesses me, and if this man is not Vulcan, if he is not from my world, if he is HUMAN, I don’t care less, because he… IS MY MAN!
I move my hands inside my sex, slowly delighting myself with my fingers, without averting my eyes from his, my thighs wide apart, so as to meaningfully and lustfully show him the job I’m doing to my clitoris and deep down in my vagina.
For him and by him.
I perceive the smell of his arousal both with my nose and with my soul, and I can see the hardness of his cock inflate tremendously his pants.
I feel my throat dry.
I drool over his bird of prey! I slaver to be this prey!
I want - desperately I want! - to be impaled mercilessly by it!
(*But before, I know, I have to obey your orders, my Lord! *)
I have to display to you, my Lord and Master, the bottom of my lust!
And I will do it with all my will, my master… my love! I will make you savour to the hilt the depth of my disclosed Vulcan female passion!
I groan with pleasure and with expectancy under the intimate caresses of my hands and at the view of him, who, while swigging the lecherous sight I’m offering of myself, takes off his shirt and lets it fall to the ground.
My fingers speed up their manége practically by their own volition.
I go ahead slightly toward her, then I stop and, still basking in her luxurious sight, in the sweet sound of her soft whines of pleasure, I seize my belt and unfasten it, letting my trousers slide to the ground and right after, slipping out from them.
My bare feet move some steps forward again, until I halt in front of her.
I place myself steadily on my legs and bring my hands to the waistline of my underpants, going to take them off also and luxuriating in the sight of her eyes, which stare alternately at my face and at the hidden massiveness of my prick, clearly waiting eagerly for it to appear in full view.
Ready to take her.
Again.
I see her hands quicken their moves even more.
My bare feet move some steps forward again, until I halt in front of her.
I place myself steadily on my legs and bring my hands to the waistline of my underpants, going to take them off also and luxuriating in the sight of her eyes, which stare alternately at my face and at the hidden massiveness of my prick, clearly waiting eagerly for it to appear in full view.
Ready to take her.
Again.
I see her hands quicken their moves even more.
He is here! In front of me!
His puissant chest bare for me!
His steady legs bare for me!
His strong arms bare for me, ready to grasp me!
His odorous arousal imbues my nostrils and my mind.
And only his underpants now hide his powerful member from me.
I want it! I WANT IT!
Give me it, my T’hai’la! Give me it!
Immerse it inside me! Sink it! Bury it! Dip it in my excitement broth! Dunk me with your semen!
Again!
Of their own accord, my hands quicken their moves even more.
His puissant chest bare for me!
His steady legs bare for me!
His strong arms bare for me, ready to grasp me!
His odorous arousal imbues my nostrils and my mind.
And only his underpants now hide his powerful member from me.
I want it! I WANT IT!
Give me it, my T’hai’la! Give me it!
Immerse it inside me! Sink it! Bury it! Dip it in my excitement broth! Dunk me with your semen!
Again!
Of their own accord, my hands quicken their moves even more.
Now… I will have you!
Once more!
I throw away my underpants, revealing finally to her the evidence of my desire.
Once more!
I throw away my underpants, revealing finally to her the evidence of my desire.
Nude and puissant!
Throbbing with force and desire!
Nude! For me! To me!
Mine!
I watch steadily his pulsating member.
It will have me! Finally! FINALLY!
IT WILL TAKE ME!
I close my eyes and moan loud.
“OOOOOOHHHHH!”
Once more.
“OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!”
ONCE MORE!
“OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!”
My fingers move frantically inside me.
I shiver.
I am about to come under my hands.
I implore.
“Trip! TRIP! You! YOU! YOU! Please! PLEASE!”
And he responds to my invocation!
Throbbing with force and desire!
Nude! For me! To me!
Mine!
I watch steadily his pulsating member.
It will have me! Finally! FINALLY!
IT WILL TAKE ME!
I close my eyes and moan loud.
“OOOOOOHHHHH!”
Once more.
“OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!”
ONCE MORE!
“OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!”
My fingers move frantically inside me.
I shiver.
I am about to come under my hands.
I implore.
“Trip! TRIP! You! YOU! YOU! Please! PLEASE!”
And he responds to my invocation!
I grasp her hands and take them away from her soggy sex, immuring them above her head on the cushions, at the same time that I bend down upon her.
With only one motion, I place myself between her thighs, and, without effort, I penetrate her.
I impale her with an unique powerful shot.
I go down until the bottom.
One more time I can feel around my eager cock the wet warmth of her intimate flesh.
And the pleasure I sense is increased by the sight of her eyes which snap wide open at the sensation she takes in being speared in this way.
By the sudden and spasmodic grip of her hands on mine.
By the arching of her spine under my merciless stroke.
By the welcoming hold of her thighs around my hips.
By the prolonged and choked shout of a pure and satisfied joy which goes out, free and clear, from her mouth, as I begin to push strongly and potently into her cozy and sappy sex.
“Yes, Trip! YESSS! YESSSSSSSS!”
With only one motion, I place myself between her thighs, and, without effort, I penetrate her.
I impale her with an unique powerful shot.
I go down until the bottom.
One more time I can feel around my eager cock the wet warmth of her intimate flesh.
And the pleasure I sense is increased by the sight of her eyes which snap wide open at the sensation she takes in being speared in this way.
By the sudden and spasmodic grip of her hands on mine.
By the arching of her spine under my merciless stroke.
By the welcoming hold of her thighs around my hips.
By the prolonged and choked shout of a pure and satisfied joy which goes out, free and clear, from her mouth, as I begin to push strongly and potently into her cozy and sappy sex.
“Yes, Trip! YESSS! YESSSSSSSS!”
I shout, unrestrainedly, with a throttle voice, long, all my joy, all my pleasure, under the powerful pushes my K’diwa does inside me.
“Yes, Trip! YESSS! YESSSSSSSS!”
“Yes, Trip! YESSS! YESSSSSSSS!”
I… cannot resist!
I come, T’hai’la! I come!
I must come!
There is no need of another stroke!
Now!
I spasm, and throb, and cry out my pleasure!
Inside her!
“I come, Trip! I… I… I come!!!”
I can no longer protract my wait!
“I COME, MY TRIP! I COME!
I cannot!
“TRIIIP!!”
I come!
“I… I come, I COME TRIP! Oh, Trip!”
I shout her name.
“T’POOOL!”
“T’POOOL!”
“Oh yes yes Trip! Come with me, Come… with… me! INSIDE ME!”
I come.
Long.
Mightily
Inside her!
Long.
Mightily
Inside her!
“Yes! Yes, my Trip! YES!”
TOGETHER WITH HER!
“THUUUSSSS!!!!”
I collapse upon her, emptied of my force and of my semen, which filled her body…
My body is filled with him, as my soul…
… as her soul fills my soul.
… is full of his soul.
I recover my breath slowly, my head buried in her neck, her breasts soft and swelling against my chest. I bask in the smell of her love scent, in the warm embrace of her arms which hold my shoulders tightly. I savour blissfully her body which jerks under mine in her last frissons of pleasure.
I still stay with my member inside her, relishing dreamily and joyously the hug of her firm thighs around me, the peerless sensation of her vagina which throbs sweetly around my shaft, which slowly flinches from its conquest.
I still stay with my member inside her, relishing dreamily and joyously the hug of her firm thighs around me, the peerless sensation of her vagina which throbs sweetly around my shaft, which slowly flinches from its conquest.
I regain the world little by little, going out slowly from the tide of pleasure my T’hai’la submerged me in.
I find him upon me, his head buried in my neck.
I hold his shoulders tightly with my arms, pressing him against my body, nearly timorous of losing his contact.
I tilt my face on his hair, dreamily aspiring his love scent, which goes up from them.
My body winces involuntarily beneath his, with the last shivers of ecstasy which doesn’t want to leave me.
My thighs are still agape around his hips, and my vagina is still welcoming his member, which gives me its last thrills of puissance, while it withdraws backwardly from what is its home. From my sex.
I don’t want anything else. I only want this joy to be his.
I recline my head backward on the cushions, whispering his name lowly and blissfully.
“Trip.”
I find him upon me, his head buried in my neck.
I hold his shoulders tightly with my arms, pressing him against my body, nearly timorous of losing his contact.
I tilt my face on his hair, dreamily aspiring his love scent, which goes up from them.
My body winces involuntarily beneath his, with the last shivers of ecstasy which doesn’t want to leave me.
My thighs are still agape around his hips, and my vagina is still welcoming his member, which gives me its last thrills of puissance, while it withdraws backwardly from what is its home. From my sex.
I don’t want anything else. I only want this joy to be his.
I recline my head backward on the cushions, whispering his name lowly and blissfully.
“Trip.”
I hear the whisper of my name coming out from her mouth.
“Trip.”
It’s a sigh of full satisfaction.
Of blissful enjoyment.
Of love.
Now, I’m sure. That’s love.
My name could find no better place than her lips, to be murmured like this, and I could desire nothing else.
I only want to be held so. By the love of my life.
I raise my head to see her marvellous visage.
“Trip.”
It’s a sigh of full satisfaction.
Of blissful enjoyment.
Of love.
Now, I’m sure. That’s love.
My name could find no better place than her lips, to be murmured like this, and I could desire nothing else.
I only want to be held so. By the love of my life.
I raise my head to see her marvellous visage.
He raises his head and watches me.
His blue eyes sparkle.
For me.
His blue eyes sparkle.
For me.
Her face is a beautiful dream.
Her dark green eyes sparkle.
For me.
Her dark green eyes sparkle.
For me.
He doesn’t speak. He only watches me.
And his look screams all his love for me.
I know, now. I feel it.
I was nearly close to losing it, and instead I have it.
I'm... the luckiest and happiest Vulcan who exists.
And his look screams all his love for me.
I know, now. I feel it.
I was nearly close to losing it, and instead I have it.
I'm... the luckiest and happiest Vulcan who exists.
I could stay so, silent, inside her, in her arms, watching her lovely visage, lighted with love, in aeternum.
I want to speak, I want him to hear from me the happiness he is capable of giving me. Humans are talkative, Vulcans aren’t. Humans desire to express their feeling, their… love. Vulcans don’t.
But I am the Vulcan woman of a Human man.
And I want him to know the beauty of the gift he gave me.
I know that my eyes are shining with joy when I speak.
But I am the Vulcan woman of a Human man.
And I want him to know the beauty of the gift he gave me.
I know that my eyes are shining with joy when I speak.
What’s this shimmer in her eyes?
“Trip?”
How… how it’s enthralling and sweet my name on her mouth!
“Hon?”
“Hon?”
(*Hon! I relish, I... I adore to be called this way by my Ashayam! I don’t think a more beautiful name can exist for me!*)
“Trip…” I raise my hand to caress softly his face. “… you really made me feel… very beautiful.”
How it’s heart-warming the smile he offers me, in hearing my words!
“Trip…” I raise my hand to caress softly his face. “… you really made me feel… very beautiful.”
How it’s heart-warming the smile he offers me, in hearing my words!
A caress of… love! From my love! A soft caress of love from my Vulcan love!
And her words!
There are limits for this dream?
And her words!
There are limits for this dream?
But I want something else. I don’t want all this to end yet. I want this dream to have no limits, to go on.
I keep on stroking his cheek and move my body beneath his.
Meaningfully and purposely.
I call him again.
Lowly and seductively.
“Trip?”
I keep on stroking his cheek and move my body beneath his.
Meaningfully and purposely.
I call him again.
Lowly and seductively.
“Trip?”
No! This dream has no limits! It doesn’t end!
“Hon?”
“Hon?”
I seize his hair with my hand and draw his face closer to mine.
My other hand goes down, between our bodies, to his member, which slipped out from me, leaving me empty. I feel again the sensation of incompleteness I had the first time my K’diwa went out from me, after he… picked me up, but I know, now, that he will make me complete anytime I like.
I feel a… a strange warm at the tips of my ears. (*Anytime I like. Viz… always! *)
And I want to be… Humans say… his… his sex toy. Yes. I want him to demonstrate to me what he meant when he told me that this time… this time is his time.
I want to have all from him! And to give him all he wants!
I take his member in my hand and squeeze it lightly, with a new confidence, with the awareness that I, and only I, can do it now, that it’s mine. It is lax, strange under my touch, different from that one I was able to hold earlier, but it’s still strong, it still inspires puissance. And it is wet. I can savour on my fingers the moisture of our lovemaking.
And this inflates my inexhausted desire, the desire I understood he will always be capable of stirring inside me.
And the craving to give him… his time.
And I know what I have to do. There’s something that I almost did on our first night, almost without me being able to comprehend what I was doing, and that he didn’t allow me to do.
And that now I want to complete.
I clench his penis a little more strongly and murmur on his lips, hoarsely and allusively.
“You said this one is… your time.”
And he understands.
My other hand goes down, between our bodies, to his member, which slipped out from me, leaving me empty. I feel again the sensation of incompleteness I had the first time my K’diwa went out from me, after he… picked me up, but I know, now, that he will make me complete anytime I like.
I feel a… a strange warm at the tips of my ears. (*Anytime I like. Viz… always! *)
And I want to be… Humans say… his… his sex toy. Yes. I want him to demonstrate to me what he meant when he told me that this time… this time is his time.
I want to have all from him! And to give him all he wants!
I take his member in my hand and squeeze it lightly, with a new confidence, with the awareness that I, and only I, can do it now, that it’s mine. It is lax, strange under my touch, different from that one I was able to hold earlier, but it’s still strong, it still inspires puissance. And it is wet. I can savour on my fingers the moisture of our lovemaking.
And this inflates my inexhausted desire, the desire I understood he will always be capable of stirring inside me.
And the craving to give him… his time.
And I know what I have to do. There’s something that I almost did on our first night, almost without me being able to comprehend what I was doing, and that he didn’t allow me to do.
And that now I want to complete.
I clench his penis a little more strongly and murmur on his lips, hoarsely and allusively.
“You said this one is… your time.”
And he understands.
I smile with pride and delight, nearly incredulous. But I’m sure, now.
(*You’re really mine! *)
I push upon my arms and detach myself from her grip.
I get up and stand in front of her.
She has leant herself against the bed, her torso and her head resting languorously on the cushions and her arms to either side of her, her smooth legs dangling attractively from the bed edge.
Nude and voluptuous.
Warm.
She observes me, tensely.
I bend toward her and take her face, gently, between my hands, forcing her to sit up, and draw up her head, toward me. Toward my sex. Then I let go her face and place my hands on her shoulders.
She looks up, at my strained eyes, watching.
I speak, and my voice resounds almost stately.
“All hinges upon you.” - I drawl deliberately my last words. - "My hot Vulcan Honey."
(*You’re really mine! *)
I push upon my arms and detach myself from her grip.
I get up and stand in front of her.
She has leant herself against the bed, her torso and her head resting languorously on the cushions and her arms to either side of her, her smooth legs dangling attractively from the bed edge.
Nude and voluptuous.
Warm.
She observes me, tensely.
I bend toward her and take her face, gently, between my hands, forcing her to sit up, and draw up her head, toward me. Toward my sex. Then I let go her face and place my hands on her shoulders.
She looks up, at my strained eyes, watching.
I speak, and my voice resounds almost stately.
“All hinges upon you.” - I drawl deliberately my last words. - "My hot Vulcan Honey."
I lower my look.
It is just in front of my face.
The dewy shaft of my K’diwa is waiting for me, for my next motion, and it’s a recall I cannot and don’t want to resist to.
I want it inside me. Inside me… everywhere it can plunge down!
And I have to work... hard, to make it again… operating.
(*You will see, my T’hai’la. You will see what it is capable of doing “your hot Vulcan Honey”! You won’t repent of having made this Honey boil! *)
I pull up my legs up on the bed and crouch upon it, then I lean my head near the motionless member of my man.
(*OF MY MAN! *)
I stop a moment to stare at it, my mind absently thinking of what I’m about to do, of the effortlessness and the naturalness I feel now, while I'm going to do it.
Then I cease to have such thoughts.
I grasp the object of my desire with both my hands, open my mouth and begin with my lips and my tongue the job which will give it the new life which will give again life to me.
It is just in front of my face.
The dewy shaft of my K’diwa is waiting for me, for my next motion, and it’s a recall I cannot and don’t want to resist to.
I want it inside me. Inside me… everywhere it can plunge down!
And I have to work... hard, to make it again… operating.
(*You will see, my T’hai’la. You will see what it is capable of doing “your hot Vulcan Honey”! You won’t repent of having made this Honey boil! *)
I pull up my legs up on the bed and crouch upon it, then I lean my head near the motionless member of my man.
(*OF MY MAN! *)
I stop a moment to stare at it, my mind absently thinking of what I’m about to do, of the effortlessness and the naturalness I feel now, while I'm going to do it.
Then I cease to have such thoughts.
I grasp the object of my desire with both my hands, open my mouth and begin with my lips and my tongue the job which will give it the new life which will give again life to me.
There’s a new woman, now, before me.
There's a confidence, now, in her. An awareness, a certainty which she didn’t have the first time.
It’s like she reached a certitude, a… a stillness. And… and I don’t know, I… can perceive all that, like… like… like… like a sort of connection between us, something which is beyond the physical sensation of her… of her calculated gestures, of what she is doing to me, to my member, with her hands. And with her lips. And with her tongue.
I tilt backward my head, closing my eyes, savouring the sweetness of her touches.
There’s no frenzy, now, in her acting. She knows what she is doing and what she wants to do.
And even in the languorous pleasure I feel under her audacious, forbidden caresses, I feel the pride rising, inside me.
She learned a lot of things about love and the teacher was me!
But...
I incline my face toward her and open my eyes to watch what she is doing.
She is absolutely engrossed in her job. Hustling, on the trot.
As a Vulcan will do.
I look with priceless delectation at her head which moves with precision.
I see her tongue which laps thoroughly and carefully my shaft without omitting a sole part of it, alternating with her lips, which kiss it gently and softly and suck it, minutely, from the head to the basis, everywhere, her hands moving it to allow her to accurately do all that.
My pleasure grows, slowly and powerfully, by her caresses themselves and by the sight of her who gives me them.
And I feel, and see my cock regain its lymph blood, get reborn to a new life, slowly and powerfully… visibly… rising up again between her hands.
Oh yes, my incomparable, hot Vulcan Honey really learned a lot of things about love.
But…
I let go her shoulders and bring my hands to either side of her face, careful to not distract her from her job.
(*But I think I can yet teach you something, my “so said cold” Vulcan love. I, too, learned something about you. *)
I start to rub softly and strongly between my thumb and forefinger’s fingertips the delicious pointed tips of her ears.
There's a confidence, now, in her. An awareness, a certainty which she didn’t have the first time.
It’s like she reached a certitude, a… a stillness. And… and I don’t know, I… can perceive all that, like… like… like… like a sort of connection between us, something which is beyond the physical sensation of her… of her calculated gestures, of what she is doing to me, to my member, with her hands. And with her lips. And with her tongue.
I tilt backward my head, closing my eyes, savouring the sweetness of her touches.
There’s no frenzy, now, in her acting. She knows what she is doing and what she wants to do.
And even in the languorous pleasure I feel under her audacious, forbidden caresses, I feel the pride rising, inside me.
She learned a lot of things about love and the teacher was me!
But...
I incline my face toward her and open my eyes to watch what she is doing.
She is absolutely engrossed in her job. Hustling, on the trot.
As a Vulcan will do.
I look with priceless delectation at her head which moves with precision.
I see her tongue which laps thoroughly and carefully my shaft without omitting a sole part of it, alternating with her lips, which kiss it gently and softly and suck it, minutely, from the head to the basis, everywhere, her hands moving it to allow her to accurately do all that.
My pleasure grows, slowly and powerfully, by her caresses themselves and by the sight of her who gives me them.
And I feel, and see my cock regain its lymph blood, get reborn to a new life, slowly and powerfully… visibly… rising up again between her hands.
Oh yes, my incomparable, hot Vulcan Honey really learned a lot of things about love.
But…
I let go her shoulders and bring my hands to either side of her face, careful to not distract her from her job.
(*But I think I can yet teach you something, my “so said cold” Vulcan love. I, too, learned something about you. *)
I start to rub softly and strongly between my thumb and forefinger’s fingertips the delicious pointed tips of her ears.
The first time I was unable to really savour the wonderfulness of such an intimate thing! I was too lost, too incredulous of what I was doing, too submerged in my discovery of love.
So, I wasn’t able to fully taste, in all its extent, the wondrousness, the wonderment, the… the…
No! I don’t think it’s possible to descry the delectation of the smooth skin of his penis under my lips! The marvel of its flavour on my tongue! The wonder of its hotness on my mouth! The delight of holding it tightly in my hands!
The entrancement to feel it regain its hardness, its vigour, under my shameless and audacious touches!
That’s an elation, a… a jubilance, and it’s totally useless, hopeless that I try to suppress, or at least to control this wondrous sensation. I’m his, his love slave, he violated me once in this manner and led me to willingly be violated like this once more, and, nevertheless, I have him, I control and own him. I AM HIS MISTRESS! I have him, his manhood emblem itself, literally in my hands and… within easy reach of my teeth. It, HE!, his wishes, his DESTINY!, reside in my will! I can do everything to him!
Oh, certainly my T’hai’la succeeded in teaching me what is love, and that… that upgrades and enriches my Vulcan essence.
I feel myself alive much more than before, and... and I am myself now, much, much more than before, and... yes... I now have a Vulcaness which is much, much more true and real than before.
So, I can do this in my Vulcan way, I can taste this more, much more, than any Human woman, because I'm capable of doing this.. of doing this... rationally, yes, precisely, like only a Vulcan woman can do.
Yes, I can do this, I'm capable of controlling all that, of not falling into the frenzy which overwhelmed me the first time. I... I can rationalize my feelings themselves, and my wishes, and even my love actions.
Even… even in the enthralling sensation of seeing and feeling his member grow up slowly between my hands, under my mouth.
I can do that!
I am Vulcan, after all!
Thus! This way. Lapping thoroughly and carefully his member with my tongue, without omitting a sole part of it, alternating my tongue with my lips, kissing it gently and softly and sucking it, minutely, from the head to the basis, everywhere, my hands moving it to allow me to accurately do all that.
In this way. Yes!
With precision. With… logical Vulcaness.
It’s possible, I am Vulcan.
No frenzy. Control. Logic.
I am Vulcan, I can…
I jounce!
I almost bit my T’hai’la penis!
I open my eyes wide at the sudden, blazing sensation i feel!
My… my ears! Their tips!
I close my eyes, unable to think lucidly.
I… I…
The… the frenzy! Again! The love frenzy!
My T’hai’la won again!
He did it again!
I start hopelessly one more time to fumble incoherently in the love frenzy my K'diwa sank me into once more!
So, I wasn’t able to fully taste, in all its extent, the wondrousness, the wonderment, the… the…
No! I don’t think it’s possible to descry the delectation of the smooth skin of his penis under my lips! The marvel of its flavour on my tongue! The wonder of its hotness on my mouth! The delight of holding it tightly in my hands!
The entrancement to feel it regain its hardness, its vigour, under my shameless and audacious touches!
That’s an elation, a… a jubilance, and it’s totally useless, hopeless that I try to suppress, or at least to control this wondrous sensation. I’m his, his love slave, he violated me once in this manner and led me to willingly be violated like this once more, and, nevertheless, I have him, I control and own him. I AM HIS MISTRESS! I have him, his manhood emblem itself, literally in my hands and… within easy reach of my teeth. It, HE!, his wishes, his DESTINY!, reside in my will! I can do everything to him!
Oh, certainly my T’hai’la succeeded in teaching me what is love, and that… that upgrades and enriches my Vulcan essence.
I feel myself alive much more than before, and... and I am myself now, much, much more than before, and... yes... I now have a Vulcaness which is much, much more true and real than before.
So, I can do this in my Vulcan way, I can taste this more, much more, than any Human woman, because I'm capable of doing this.. of doing this... rationally, yes, precisely, like only a Vulcan woman can do.
Yes, I can do this, I'm capable of controlling all that, of not falling into the frenzy which overwhelmed me the first time. I... I can rationalize my feelings themselves, and my wishes, and even my love actions.
Even… even in the enthralling sensation of seeing and feeling his member grow up slowly between my hands, under my mouth.
I can do that!
I am Vulcan, after all!
Thus! This way. Lapping thoroughly and carefully his member with my tongue, without omitting a sole part of it, alternating my tongue with my lips, kissing it gently and softly and sucking it, minutely, from the head to the basis, everywhere, my hands moving it to allow me to accurately do all that.
In this way. Yes!
With precision. With… logical Vulcaness.
It’s possible, I am Vulcan.
No frenzy. Control. Logic.
I am Vulcan, I can…
I jounce!
I almost bit my T’hai’la penis!
I open my eyes wide at the sudden, blazing sensation i feel!
My… my ears! Their tips!
I close my eyes, unable to think lucidly.
I… I…
The… the frenzy! Again! The love frenzy!
My T’hai’la won again!
He did it again!
I start hopelessly one more time to fumble incoherently in the love frenzy my K'diwa sank me into once more!
Her head jerks. Her eyes open wide.
I smile.
I smile.
Any logic went away!
She trembles under the strokes of my fingers. I feel her lose control.
My smile grows.
My smile grows.
All control!
(*I told you, my undefiled love. This time… is MY time. *)
I go on caressing the tips of her ears more and more strongly. Mercilessly.
I go on caressing the tips of her ears more and more strongly. Mercilessly.
Th… this… THIS IS HIS TIME!
This is ME getting lost!
This is ME getting lost!
(*I won’t have any pity, my Vulcan love. *)
I abandon any will of control.
I…
"Nghhhhh"
… I… I yip!
I quaver and yelp incoherently in love frenzy under the pitiless caresses my K’diwa is torturing the tips of my ears with.
I…
"Nghhhhh"
… I… I yip!
I quaver and yelp incoherently in love frenzy under the pitiless caresses my K’diwa is torturing the tips of my ears with.
(*In love’s things, my incognizant love…*)
I stop smiling and breath harshly.
I stop smiling and breath harshly.
Convulsively…
(*…control is not allowed! *)
Frenetically…
(*Go ahead… *)
… I grasp fiercely the shaft of my remorseless tormentor…
(*Go ahead… *)
I encircle it at the basis, powerfully, with both my hands.
I shout raspingly.
I take a deep and long breath.
“Go ahead!”
I open my mouth fully.
Again! “Go ahead!”
Wide-eyed!
AND AGAIN! “Go ahead!”
To watch and savouring totally what I am about to do!
AND AGAIN! “Go ahead!”
And with a sole move, I engulf into my mouth the shaft of my torturer, erect once again, and strong and hard, like I never could have thought it might be.
I throw backward my head.
Down!
My hands seize her head strongly to either side of it.
DEEP DOWN!
I push forward my cock powerfully, keeping her head firm.
Until the bottom!
I bring up my head and tilt my face to see her.
My hands let go his member and grip his hips, to keep him the way I want him to stay and to allow it to go down into my mouth along all the length my oral cavity can permit.
And through the sweat which roils my look…
SO!
… I see…
SO!
… and feel…
SOOOO!!!
… HER!
Eyes closed, in ecstasy, madly, lost, I feel it again.
Wide-eyed, in ecstasy, madly, lost, I feel it again.
The sensation, the pleasure, that no other Vulcan female ever felt.
The sensation, the pleasure, that no other woman will ever be able to give me again.
The forbidden, wonderful delight of the smooth hardness of the member of my Ashayam under my lips.
The forbidden, wonderful delight of the soft smoothness of her lips around my member.
The sweet tartness of its juice on my tongue.
The warm touch of her tongue on my glans.
Its velvety toughness while it rubs forcibly against my palate…,
The secret warmth of her mouth…,
… while it goes to-and-fro between my lips…,
… while I push vigorously my cock to-and-fro inside it…,
… under the sure and demanding guide of… of my mate!
… guiding her to take me to the ultimate pleasure!
And I sense that this time he won’t stop.
And this time I won’t stop.
Eyes closed, in ecstasy, madly, lost…,
Wide-eyed, in ecstasy, madly, lost…,
… I try to control my breath and my moves…,
… I begin to move her head…,
… my head driven by his hands…,
… so that it matches the rhythmical sinking of my member into her mouth agape …,
… to match the rhythmical sinking of his member into my greedy mouth…,
… my thighs trembling in the expectancy…
… my hands sliding down to embracing his powerful thighs…,
… of the pleasure…,
… shivering at the exciting perception of their muscles which vibrate in the effort…,
… of the delight…,
… preparing myself…
… of the unspeakable appeasement…,
… to bask in a new and unknown pleasure…,
… which I will find…,
… the pleasure, the delight, the appeasement, which were denied to me the first time…,
… emptying myself…,
… but that I will be able to have, this time!
… releasing myself…,
Oh yes! YES! Because I know that now my T’hai’la won’t stop.
… my seed…,
And I will taste his release inside my mouth!
… into her mouth!
His hot seed deep down in my throat!
Into her throat!
And I will die of pleasure, of enjoyment, of fulfilment, of completion, feeling myself so lost in…,
Making her completely…,
… so belonging to…
… wholly…
… him!
… mine!
I feel it arrive.
Like a storm which announces itself with the thunders' rumble, thus the prick of my love enslaver judders inside my mouth.
Then it stops, as if it is mustering its strength for its ultimate assault, like ceases the harsh breathing of my T’hai’la.
Like also stops, my difficult nose breathing.
I hear him inhale profoundly, and I do the same, afraid of what is going to happen, unable to know if I am capable of managing it, and, nonetheless, eager of it.
Ravenous for it.
The hands of my love master keep my head forcefully firm and I feel his thighs get stiff under my hands, and I clench them forcefully with my arms, while I, myself, stiffen in my turn, in the bated expectancy of the coming storm.
I clench my eyes, too, even more, feeling my Ashayam’s member's heat becoming nearly searing, and its glow spreads through my mouth, through my throat, and beyond, down, down, deep down, through my whole body, around my hardened nipples, between my thighs, to my sex, which bursts into flame, once again, and palpitates, and sops, one more time, with lust and with renewed longing.
Another thrust, soft and hard at the same time, which replenishes my mouth…
A sort of keen and soft whine from my enslaver… from my lover.
Then… my name on his mouth…
“T’Poooool….”
Low… long… sweet… soft... deep...
While the tempest irrupts.
And storms.
Like a storm which announces itself with the thunders' rumble, thus the prick of my love enslaver judders inside my mouth.
Then it stops, as if it is mustering its strength for its ultimate assault, like ceases the harsh breathing of my T’hai’la.
Like also stops, my difficult nose breathing.
I hear him inhale profoundly, and I do the same, afraid of what is going to happen, unable to know if I am capable of managing it, and, nonetheless, eager of it.
Ravenous for it.
The hands of my love master keep my head forcefully firm and I feel his thighs get stiff under my hands, and I clench them forcefully with my arms, while I, myself, stiffen in my turn, in the bated expectancy of the coming storm.
I clench my eyes, too, even more, feeling my Ashayam’s member's heat becoming nearly searing, and its glow spreads through my mouth, through my throat, and beyond, down, down, deep down, through my whole body, around my hardened nipples, between my thighs, to my sex, which bursts into flame, once again, and palpitates, and sops, one more time, with lust and with renewed longing.
Another thrust, soft and hard at the same time, which replenishes my mouth…
A sort of keen and soft whine from my enslaver… from my lover.
Then… my name on his mouth…
“T’Poooool….”
Low… long… sweet… soft... deep...
While the tempest irrupts.
And storms.
“T’Poooool….” Her name bursts out from my mouth.
Low… long… sweet… soft... deep...
Like the storm of pleasure which whelms me.
Low… long… sweet… soft... deep...
Like the storm of pleasure which whelms me.
It's a torrent, a river in flood, a blaze spate, which swamps my mouth, which drowns my throat, which streams out from my lips. Too copious, too baggy, too impetuous to be contained inside.
Rivulets of acrid love nectar trickle out from my mouth, although I desperately strive so that not even one little drop can get lost.
I swallow, and swallow, and swallow. And suck, and suck, and suck.
Frantically.
My hands grasp spasmodically the flesh of my love giver, my eyes now agape and still veiled as in a red fog of love frenzy.
And the frenzied love fog - scarlet, winding, stifling, much more, I'm sure, than the Pon Far, than the Blood Fever that I never knew - imbues all of myself, my mind and my soul, my body, my will.
And like a wildfire, between my thighs, and thence across my entire being, till in the smallest fiber of my essence, the pleasure's flame blazes me again.
And I follow my love donor into another heady orgasm.
Yet again.
In a love frenzy which overwhelms me, which I'm unable to fight against, which dazes my brain, which I wasn't able to think might exist, which I’m not able to understand when it will finish, which forces me to tighten my thighs the one against the other to taste to the extreme the aflutter throbs that run long and deep and hard into my soggy sex, which compels me to claw the flesh of my love tyrant.
And to stiffen in ecstasy and in luxuriation.
And to suck like in a rave the instrument of my entrancement, while it empties itself into my mouth, so as to extract from it even the last drop of its life lymph.
And to gulp down in blind ravishment this love elixir of pleasure and of delight, which heats my throat, which burns my flesh, which inflames my mind, which sears my soul, in a rapture that has no end.
Rivulets of acrid love nectar trickle out from my mouth, although I desperately strive so that not even one little drop can get lost.
I swallow, and swallow, and swallow. And suck, and suck, and suck.
Frantically.
My hands grasp spasmodically the flesh of my love giver, my eyes now agape and still veiled as in a red fog of love frenzy.
And the frenzied love fog - scarlet, winding, stifling, much more, I'm sure, than the Pon Far, than the Blood Fever that I never knew - imbues all of myself, my mind and my soul, my body, my will.
And like a wildfire, between my thighs, and thence across my entire being, till in the smallest fiber of my essence, the pleasure's flame blazes me again.
And I follow my love donor into another heady orgasm.
Yet again.
In a love frenzy which overwhelms me, which I'm unable to fight against, which dazes my brain, which I wasn't able to think might exist, which I’m not able to understand when it will finish, which forces me to tighten my thighs the one against the other to taste to the extreme the aflutter throbs that run long and deep and hard into my soggy sex, which compels me to claw the flesh of my love tyrant.
And to stiffen in ecstasy and in luxuriation.
And to suck like in a rave the instrument of my entrancement, while it empties itself into my mouth, so as to extract from it even the last drop of its life lymph.
And to gulp down in blind ravishment this love elixir of pleasure and of delight, which heats my throat, which burns my flesh, which inflames my mind, which sears my soul, in a rapture that has no end.
I empty myself in her mouth.
I dry up, I get drained. And I parch.
In an ecstasy which seems to not want to end, in a peerless and never hoped intimacy with her, which amplifies my pleasure, strengthened and magnified by the perceptions - by the sounds - which accompany my long, untold, overpowering, crushing release.
The sound, warm, soft, gentle…
Of her lips, warm, soft, smooth…
Of her mouth, warm, soft, velvety…
Which sucks, greedily, my shaft, pumping out from it any residual trace of my imposing ejaculation.
The sound – no! – the keen and firm perception of her swallowing, covetously, the seed I have pervaded her mouth with.
The perception… the sensation… the feeling… - the marvellous feeling! - that she enjoys and relishes, joyously, to do that. That she basks in all that.
And…
I look down at her, while the last contractions of my member and her hungry sucking are dragging off from my deep the ultimate drops of my semen, shoving them into the deep of her throat.
I feel the tight clenching of her arms around my tottering thighs, the spasmodic flaying of her fingernails into my skin.
I sense and see the stiffening of her sweaty body, while, in an ecstatic ravishment, I watch her who, wide-eyed, continues to suck frantically my member, unable to lose its turgor and its hardness under the enjoyment of her entrancing job.
And I see…
Clearly…
The convulsive tightening of her thighs, the twitching of her body.
And I feel...
Perfectly...
The prolonged and powerful orgasm which grasps her, dragged by my own orgasm and by her getting lost in our enrapturing love game.
And I smile, proud and satisfied, in the full awareness that I had... my time.
I dry up, I get drained. And I parch.
In an ecstasy which seems to not want to end, in a peerless and never hoped intimacy with her, which amplifies my pleasure, strengthened and magnified by the perceptions - by the sounds - which accompany my long, untold, overpowering, crushing release.
The sound, warm, soft, gentle…
Of her lips, warm, soft, smooth…
Of her mouth, warm, soft, velvety…
Which sucks, greedily, my shaft, pumping out from it any residual trace of my imposing ejaculation.
The sound – no! – the keen and firm perception of her swallowing, covetously, the seed I have pervaded her mouth with.
The perception… the sensation… the feeling… - the marvellous feeling! - that she enjoys and relishes, joyously, to do that. That she basks in all that.
And…
I look down at her, while the last contractions of my member and her hungry sucking are dragging off from my deep the ultimate drops of my semen, shoving them into the deep of her throat.
I feel the tight clenching of her arms around my tottering thighs, the spasmodic flaying of her fingernails into my skin.
I sense and see the stiffening of her sweaty body, while, in an ecstatic ravishment, I watch her who, wide-eyed, continues to suck frantically my member, unable to lose its turgor and its hardness under the enjoyment of her entrancing job.
And I see…
Clearly…
The convulsive tightening of her thighs, the twitching of her body.
And I feel...
Perfectly...
The prolonged and powerful orgasm which grasps her, dragged by my own orgasm and by her getting lost in our enrapturing love game.
And I smile, proud and satisfied, in the full awareness that I had... my time.
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Gosh! Do you allow me this exclamation, my friends? Yes, is not it?
Well, on the other hand, I I do not think I am alone, as for exclamations.
You know, when I read the title that my execrable ancestor gave this chapter (His Time. It was written in his own hand, and, I think rightly, I did not want change it) I wondered: What the hell does that mean?
Well, frankly I think that at this point it is very, very clear.
Trip took the reins in his hands now, and in the end, I think it is also fair.
If we were to believe in everything and for everything what has been administered to us on the show, we should believe that his destiny has always been to be the poor victim of T'Pol (and, if you think about it) not only hers.
Believe me, it is not so, and I think that what we have just read is clear evidence of that.
Remember, my friends, that's all true, maybe a little romanticized, I admit, but all assoluatamente true.
Do not believe me? Okay, I can understand, but...well, then read what this story, this fanfiction, has still in store.
Well, on the other hand, I I do not think I am alone, as for exclamations.
You know, when I read the title that my execrable ancestor gave this chapter (His Time. It was written in his own hand, and, I think rightly, I did not want change it) I wondered: What the hell does that mean?
Well, frankly I think that at this point it is very, very clear.
Trip took the reins in his hands now, and in the end, I think it is also fair.
If we were to believe in everything and for everything what has been administered to us on the show, we should believe that his destiny has always been to be the poor victim of T'Pol (and, if you think about it) not only hers.
Believe me, it is not so, and I think that what we have just read is clear evidence of that.
Remember, my friends, that's all true, maybe a little romanticized, I admit, but all assoluatamente true.
Do not believe me? Okay, I can understand, but...well, then read what this story, this fanfiction, has still in store.
Just here
Uh, Love is War!
True. But not all the wars of love are the same.
It can happen you don't struggle for winning.
True. But not all the wars of love are the same.
It can happen you don't struggle for winning.
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