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                          Foreplay and Moreplay

  My boyfriend is a really sexy guy. It's not his looks, or the size
of his prick that makes him that way either.  For looks, he's pretty
average. "Paul" is 36, about 5'9" and has a few pounds he could do
without, brown hair & eyes, and a smile I have to call "knowing".  In
the size department, he's average again, about seven inches (give or
take a little), and about 3 inches around. Not huge, not small, but
nice.

         So, you may be asking, why is he so sexy?  Well, its his
attitude about sex, especially about pleasing me, that gets me going.
He seems to go out of his way to let me know that he wants me, and
sometimes this takes place at the oddest times.  Too, he appreciates
things I do for him.  He always tells me my cooking is great, even if
I burned the chicken, and he massages my neck after a hard day.  He
likes to nibble my neck, under my long blonde hair, and he tells me
that my hair smells good. Then his strong arms wrap around me as if
he's protecting me from danger, and I feel warm, happy and safe with
him. 

        Its all in his attitude. Sometimes his attitude is that I'm a
lady and should be treated as such, and others, he treats me as if I'm
the most wanton wench in the country.  Just the other day, after
staining some cabinets, he suggested we take in a movie.  After we
showered and got ready to go out, Paul came over to me while I was
sitting on the bed.  I'd just put on my pantyhose, and had slipped my
arms into my bra. He had me hold my bra open for him while I sucked
his dick, and then he jerked off on my breasts.  No sooner had he shot
his hot sperm on my breasts than he hooked the bra in front and
settled it over my breasts, telling me that I'd have something to
think about until we got back from the movie.  Wow! Did I EVER think
about that!  All through the movie, I kept thinking about him coming
on my breasts, especially every time I saw a woman wearing a low-cut
evening gown or blouse in the movie.  Would he like me to wear that?
Would he shoot on my exposed flesh, leaving a warm, thick pool of his
semen between my tits to slowly leak down the front of my dress? As
you can see, he sometimes makes me crazy with his little tricks.

        He says this is what he calls "moreplay". Something you do to
your mate that keeps them thinking about later -- the anticipation.
He's done other things too, that keep me thinking of later.  He called
me at work one day, and told me that he wanted me to come over that
night, and wear only a tee-shirt of his and a smile. He said he'd
leave a shirt on the bed, and that it would be "specifically tailored"
for me.  That left a lot of room to think about.  What did he mean
"tailored"?  Tight fitting? Loose? V-necked?  I didn't get a lot of
work done that day, but when I got to his place, I used my key and
found the shirt alright.  There was a note that told me to shower and
put on the shirt, then I should relax and wait for him to arrive about
seven pm.  The shirt was a plain, white tee-shirt, with a v-neck.
He'd cut two small circles out just where my nipples would be, and he
also cut out the stomach and back areas below my breasts but above my
pussy. It was like wearing a VERY short cotton dress that bared my
body sinfully.  I put it on, and waited for his arrival. At seven I
was rubbing myself all over, thinking about how sexy I'd look for him.
I did give special attention to my makeup, being sure to not put it on
too heavy or too fancy, but just enough to make me look soft and
sensual.  Seven-thirty and still no Paul. I was fingering myself in
frustration, keeping myself hot and ready.  Seven forty he came in,
his eyes drinking in my sexy looks.  His kiss was one of fiery passion
and his hands cupped my ass hard.  He asked me to pour us some wine
and he put away his things.  When he sat on the sofa, he pulled me to
his lap and kissed me again, warmly, sensually.  Then, he said we'd
sit and watch a movie togetherr!  The movie was a good R-rated one,
steamy and sensual in what it DIDN'T show.  By the time it was over,
I'd both cooled off, and gotten more aroused.  I didn't want an
orgasm, I wanted to feel sensual. He and I went to bed, and I wasn't
disappointed!
 
      The other thing that I love about Paul is that he genuinely
likes to give head. He loves licking my pussy for a long time.  That
night, described above, he gave me three orgasms with his tounge, and
spent almost an hour just eating me and using his hands to excite me.
The way he sensually explores my body with his lips, tounge, and hands
keeps me floating in a sexy, sensual haze that lasts and lasts.  He
cuddles too, which many men don't do. After I come, he'll hold me and
keep me warm, but still uses his hands to tell me how sexy he thinks I
am.

  Then there are those nights when he gets so aroused that he can't
control his thoughts. Those are the nights I get to enjoy letting go,
and being his total, wanton slut.  One night, we turned the heat way
up, and we 69'd and got each other really hot. Then, he wanted me to
lay on my stomach, facing him, and beg him to let me suck his cock.  I
did, writhing and licking my lips, begging for him to come in my
mouth, to let me suck his cock. I used such nasty and lewd words that
I surprised myself at how slutty I could be.  Then, after he came in
my mouth (which I don't mind by the way, although I prefer it in my
pussy), he told me to kneel on the bed and tell him what I wanted. I
was very hot, and my pussy was aching for his tounge.  I told him that
I wanted to hear him beg me to eat my pussy.  Once he started, I
thought I'd come just from hearing his lewd begging. He said he wanted
to shove his tounge up my cunt and lap up my come, and then he wanted
me to rub my sopping wet twat all over his chest and cock, then make
him suck me until I came in his face.  That was so crude, lewd, and
hot!!! No pretense, no romanticizing, just "let me taste your hot
pussy and feel it all over me" kind of lust.  I came alright, five
times!  I was so exhausted that I could hardly move in the morning.

        He is more sexually experienced than I am, and much more
uninhibited. He can get me aroused, just by whispering in my ear what
he wants to do later that night, like massaging me with a fur mitten.
This evokes images of me just laying back and letting him please my
senses until I can't stand it and grab him, or until I drift off to
sleep, totally relaxed and confident that he won't get mad if I do (he
really doesn't and he curls up and holds me).

        He gets a little carried away sometimes too. Like the night we
were driving back from San Francisco, and he asked me if I would get
myself off for him, right there in the car!  He coaxed me, and after a
few minutes, I began to finger myself under my dress.  The dress got
hiked up, and my panties came off about five minutes later.  He kept
telling me how hard he was, and how much he wanted to lick me then
fuck me.  I was watching him, and he kept his attention on the road
somehow, only glancing over at me occasionally. Traffic wasn't too
heavy, but he was driving after all.  He told me to put a finger
inside my pussy and let him taste it.  His tounge was so sensual and
erotic licking my wet finger. I did that several times, getting hotter
and hotter each time.  Then it was two fingers, then three, which
really started to get tight. He told me that no one could hear me if I
yelled or screamed, and to let loose when I came. He really wanted to
hear me come.  Well, I was so hot, and he looked so calm and
collected, like I was just sitting there crocheting or something. He
said he could tell by my breathing and the speed of my hands that I
was ready to come. When I did, I yelled as loud as I dared, which it
turned out was quite loud.  It sounded like someone had yelled loudly
from the back seat, but it was my own voice.  I came for what seemed
like long minutes, my body shaking and arching up off the seat, my
fingers pinned against my exposed pussy by my clenched legs.
Afterwards, he told me to use my panties to clean myself up with, and
then he put them in his coat pocket!  I rode all the way home, about
30 miles, with my pussy uncovered and the aroma of sex hanging heavily
in the car. 

        As I said, he's really sexy, and its his attitude. He's
inventive, and creative, as well as unpredictable.  I know he'll never
do anything that will hurt me or embarrass me, at least not
intentionally.  We did get caught by my room mate one night when he
was eating me while I sat on the kitchen table. Paula walked in (we'd
forgotten to lock the apartment door) and her eyes got very wide.  She
took it in stride, excusing herself and going to her room just as
quick as she could. I was so embarrassed I could've died!  When Paula
heard us turn on the TV, after we cleaned up, she came out and said
that she was sorry to have interrupted.  Paul said it was our fault
(not locking the door), and that I was the one embarassed. After he
left, Paula apologized again and then wanted all the details of how
good he was in bed. If she only KNEW!! 

     Reading back over this, I may have given you the impression that
I'm some sort of slut or sex-fiend. The truth is that I'm normal, just
like everyone else, and I've met a guy who knows how to arouse my
carnal desires. We don't fall into bed every night, nor have sex all
the time. Some nights we just go to sleep together (more often than
not) without having sex. But when we do get going, we really take off
and enjoy it.  He's teaching me to treat sex not as something nasty,
but as something that gives pleasure, and he's willing to give me as
much as he can.  Of course, he gets it back, just as good as I can
give it to him too.  In the meantime, we shoot knowing little glances
at each other, or he touches me in a way that reminds me of our
intimate moments. That is what really makes me "want" him.




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