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The Story of Us – She Adores Him

“Let me look at you.” She says, as she gazes upon his sculpted body.

Shaking her head, she slowly traces the path of his bulging vein on his right arm, through its peaks and valleys. The beauty of his body excites her. The chiseled muscles that he purposely flexes when he knows she is watching.

“You are such a hot sexy man.”

” Will you allow me to celebrate the beauty of your manliness?” She asks, moving her gaze to his eyes. She loves to admire him.

He strokes her left cheek and then kisses her slightly parting her lips with his tongue. She responds in kind with the tip of her tongue. They stay locked for a few seconds. She pulls back from his kiss and returns her gaze to his body.

She pours oil into her left hand, then some on his chest. She rubs the oil over his chest and allows some to drip on the ripples of his abs. She catches the oil with the other hand and works both hands over his body until they met in the middle. Wait, she isn’t ready for that yet.

She pours more oil on his biceps and watches them come alive as he moves his arms. She massages his shoulders paying close attention to tight spots. She wants to relieve all the stress from his day before they make love.

She sits behind him and kisses the back of his neck. As she kisses him, she remembers their latest fight. She pauses for a moment as her mind goes back to the event, until his hand lightly touches hers and she starts massaging him again. Then, he guides her hands between  his legs. She looks down and decides its best to follow suit.

She pours more oil into her hand and cups his dick like it was in a cup of oil. Slowly she drips the oil along his hardness. She squeezes and strokes simultaneously from the shaft to the head. The vein bulges along his shaft like a bolt of thunder, exciting all the juices within her body.

“If you keep doing that I am going to dig my tongue in your pussy from the back.” He taunts.

She doesn’t flinch. She continues to massage his hard bulging piece of love like it was the first time. She strokes and squeezes the head and then plays with it using her fingers.

In a matter of minutes he is up and re-positions her, guiding her to her knees. Moments later, she is startled, as she feels the wetness of his tongue between her pussy lips. She feels his tongue go in and out of her hot wet pussy. She shivers as she feels the orgasm hit her hips then radiate to the rest of her body.

Next, she feels him breathe life into her through what she has termed as “the SWOOSH”, the wave that penetrates her soul as he enters her. She melts, her body instantly succumbs to him, as she manages to mutter,

“Yes, that’s what I want.”

“That’s what you deserve. To be loved this way always.” He replies, gripping her thighs as he thrusts more inside her.

She wants to feel his life pulsate within her body as he gives his love to her. He goes deeper, then he says,

“I want to kiss your lips beautiful.”

So he turns her on her back. Her clit is standing at attention and he sucks on it until she arches her bottom in the air, in surrender.  His tongue is now on hers. She smells her scent on him as he kisses her and they lock for a minute. Then he caresses her body as he begins his dissent into her.

Once he is inside her, she releases waves of orgasms. He continues the momentum by simultaneously riding her waves and kissing her. Their eyes lock for a second. He looks inside her then deliberately touches her in a way that she knows how he feels.

“Ooh baby!!”  She moans loudly, as he rhythmically strokes her, watches her, and kisses her.

They love each other this way until everything is said, every breath of life is shared, and Us is renewed and reconnected. She is sweating, its dripping down between her breasts, but she doesn’t care. All they care about right now is restoring what broke during their last disagreement. They promised to never allow the anger to hang around too long, to always allow their love to rule because it sustains them.

Which is exactly what happens when the waterfall starts to erupt inside her. She shivers and her pussy pulsates as they are bound by love once more. Relieved they both fall into the final embrace before sleep comes on.



He touches me
Deep inside my
Pulling out what’s

Kisses my skin
Leaving a dew
Of his

He adores my
My mind my soul
Him ever so

Photo by William Stitt

An Erotic Moment of Love

Her eye catches his as he takes her in, drinking all her chocolate milk in one swallow. He doesn’t look away when she catches him. Instead he steadies his gaze upon her eyes, speaking to her. She knows exactly what he is saying to her.

“Beautiful, I want to see you in all of your naturalness. Want to feel your softness.” His eyes spoke to her.

She didn’t drop her gaze. She used her right hand to push the spaghetti strap down her left arm. Pulling her arm out of the silky cami and setting her left breast free. His eyes shift from hers to the nipple that salutes him. She meets his eyes again but this time she speaks to him.

“Baby, taste how sweet your chocolate is. It’s hot and melting.” Her eyes responded.

He stands, walks over to the couch where she anxiously waits for his touch. He kneels in front of her, never losing her gaze. He lightly kisses her lips. His lips trace down to her left cheek, down to her chin, he stops momentarily while his tongue caresses her skin so lightly. She closes her eyes and takes it all in. Savoring the moment, his touch, his warmth, his power.

His tongue continues to travel down to her neck, pausing to pucker while she becomes his sucker for a few minutes. He sucks her neck allowing his tongue to circle the eye of his storm. She gasps, but doesn’t dare move. She knows there is much more to come. His wet warm tongue causes her to tingle in places it hasn’t touched yet.

He looks up at her face and takes her eyes in once more. Then she feels it. The warmth and wetness of his tongue on the tip of her nipple. She shivers as an orgasm flashes through her loins. She tries to compose herself but is calmed by the touch of his hand in the small of her back. He gently supports her as he goes in deeper for more.

In the next moment, her entire nipple disappears inside his mouth. Then he bites down hard. She winces and shakes as a violent orgasm hits her. She uses the cushion to brace herself as he bites harder. Never taking his eyes off her face. She sees his eyes looking up at her while he lays in her lap nursing her nipple. She feels his tongue again. Takes a moment to compose herself and then another wave hits again as he bites into her nipple once more. He gauges her response to know how much harder to bite. He is looking for a certain response.

She tries to lay back but his hand keeps her upright, not allowing her to escape his grip. She shivers and her breathing becomes shallow as she attempts to handle the gripping sensations running through her body at this moment. She feels the gush of liquid release between her legs and realizes that she has cum. He knows she has too but he is not finished.

He releases the left nipple and moves toward the right nipple. It stands erect through the cami. He licks the tip of the right nipple through the silky material, leaving a wet spot. She watches him intently ignite her body. She loves everything he does to her. She loves how he loves her. How he touches her to become a part of her, not to play. This is serious for him. This is how he gives his love to her.

His eyes speak to her again.

“I love you beautiful.” They say to her.
“I love you too baby.” Her eyes respond.

And if I Had by Teddy Pendergrass

And if I had someone to love me
And if I had someone who really cared
I would be the best lover that they ever had
Cause I need somebody to love me, love back (yes I do)
(hey hey hey)

And if I had one sunny day
And if I had someone to chase my blues away
I would be,
I would be the luckiest man
In the whole wide world…

Cause I need somebody to love me,
love me back
See I need to lose
I need to lose this empty feeling
(this empty feeling)
Someone to stop I need somebody to stop to stop these endless nights
I need some to love (would hold me) and hold real tight (would hold me)
Somebody to love me (would you me would you hold me hold me hold me) heeeeyyy
Somebody just to love me
If I only had if I only had someone that uh
I need I need

Somebody (just to hold my hand)
to say that you
Say that you
Say that you understand

I need I need
Somebody to love me, love me, love me


The Story of Us – He Shares His Heart

Lovers, here is an excerpt from my new series “The Story of Us” an enticing love story between two unlikely hearts who share a similar journey. This story will not be shared via the blog, but will be published in an e-book. Look for the complete story soon….” Fedora Loves You. Peace

Dear Heart,

He came today bearing seeds in his heart. I am not prepared for what he presents to me. But here he is anyway with his bright eyes and his warm lips. He touches my heart so deeply.

“Making love to you is the ultimate of pleasure
Every time we kiss I get more than I miss loving you
Can’t afford to lose your love, it’s like losing a treasure
The price is never too high I’ll be with you til I die, girl it’s true

Oh you make my life complete and I’m so happy
And I’m glad to be with you
Oh you make my life complete
And I’m so happy and I’m glad to be with you”

The song blared from his phone. It is so sweet, it is so…. OMG! What is he saying? Why is he playing this for me? Is this how he feels?

This is the day I know he is falling in love. Yep, there is no mistaking it. What do I do? Do I cut this off or keep it going? What do I do with this young handsome loving man who wants me? God, I don’t know, let him love me. He looks at me in such a way that makes me blush. Makes me feel some type of way, much like a girl many  years younger.

I should just walk away and allow him to move on. But his eyes say much more than the words of this song he has played for me. Me, the one who has always doubted herself, her beauty, thought she was unlovable indeed. Now has this attention, no not just attention, real genuine love coming from such a lovely handsome man. He is many years my junior surely this is a lopsided situation.

But he does not stop. He keeps coming. He keeps loving. He does not go anywhere. He asks such questions like, “What would it take for you to allow a MAN back in.” With emphasis on a man. He wants to take care of me. Yes, I have been on my own for so long had to learn how to make things works without a man, without anyone, because there was no one. If I didn’t, then it didn’t happen. Nothing to be sad or mad about, it is just what it was. Flattered I allowed him to keep loving me. Perhaps because I needed this love more than I knew.

So, what do I do when he kisses me all the way up my arm and tells me how beautiful I am? I accept it. That’s what I do. Whether right or wrong, at this moment it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that love is being transmitted and it is speaking loud and clear. Today she has found her voice.

He closes the door and kisses my lips. Taking me in his arms he dances with me around the room. Making me feel like I am Cinderella for a moment. His hands slip into places they are familiar with. His touch sparks the energy between us and he lays me on the bed. His lips find their way to my nipples and soft caresses turn into a flame. He plays another song for me:

“How good it is, how good it is
How good it is, how good it is
I’m an orange moon
I’m brighter than before
Brighter than ever before
I’m an orange moon and I shine so bright
’cause I reflect the light of my sun
I praise the day, he turned my way
And smiled at me”

As the song plays, so does he. He finds his way to my spot. He is on top of me, those eyes speaking so much more than the song. As he enters me, I feel myself singing the chorus of this new song..

How good it is, how good it is
How good it is, how good it is

I’m an orange moon
I’m brighter than before

How good it feels too. He slowly strokes me, the head of his dick kissing each part of my pussy with all his tenderness. I am lost for a moment in his love. In his capture of my body. All I can think about as my body starts to orgasm is “How good it is, how good he is.” I wrap my legs around his waist and welcome him inside my bosom, inside my secret place. I allow him to touch my vulnerable spot. Inside and out he loves me so tenderly.