Dance of desire

 Stringing notes in unison is about the same thing as damn good sex. Many times I found these wonderful creations in electronic music. The necessary driving rhythm is very strong in this type of music.

So I happened to come to my darling's home that early morning. I had already danced well and extensively through the night and now it was time for me to return to the familiar and secure fields. Excursions are all well and good, but home is always best. Especially when you have the right man sitting there. My lover knew how to tame me stubborn wildcat. Just as I was happy but kept in check. My dominant manner required a very intelligent and assertive man - in every respect. Still, I never wanted to be treated badly. This mixture of men was very rare, as most preferred to be kept like dogs,

Despite the last relationship that I had already come to terms with, I had pride, honor and I knew very well that I was a very good woman. These characteristics alone made it almost impossible to find a suitable partner for a life full of hurdles in order to ultimately master it.

But he really existed. Like an unexpected gift, it came into my life and stayed. Tough.

Although I turned out to be a certified cheeky beast, he did not give up, fought with all means and won my heart after five months of hard work - completely. Complete in my case means with a lot of cracks and scars. Day by day the cracks grew and the confidence became as strong as the roots of a very old tree. I felt that he was one of my kind. Honest and direct, funny, very warm, yet stubborn and dominant. This meant that not only did I want to be conquered, no, he wanted it too, equally. This sparked an unplanned passion that was so wonderfully honest that it's still incredible to me.

So I took another quick look in the small mirror before getting out of the taxi. How to go by bus? No please, but not alone as a woman early on Sunday morning when all the broken, self-pitying, drunk monkeys run through the city and polish up their self-confidence by distributing disgusting slogans :-)

No, my friend was decent and always wanted me to get home safely. I loved this appreciation very much about him.

The key didn't quite touch the lock when he opened the door for me, beaming with joy. My joy was the same and there was nothing better than an honest greeting from someone you loved. You really enjoy coming home.

I would have liked to tear off his clothes when he was greeted, but at the last moment I saw that a friend of his was still on the couch in the living room and smiling friendly and smiling hello to me. "What's the quickest way to get rid of it without being unfriendly?" I racked my pretty head.

I quickly scurried into the bathroom, made myself as pretty as possible and pulled my tank top about five centimeters in the direction of the nipple. Ha haaaaaaaaaaaa. The trick always worked. With this plan, however, I was not aware that not only my loved one, but also that certain friend had extreme sticky eyes. "Eyyyyyyyyyyyy, are you looking at my pearl's tits, Ollen?" My friend snapped at the goggle rather brusquely. "No, no. Nonsense, you're drunk, dude?" Gave this back, feeling meek and caught out.

My plan worked now after all, only through a different, somewhat unplanned route. From that moment on, the stalked-eyed Fatzke with a beer belly no longer felt at home in our company and left us very quickly. Faster than expected, admittedly.

As soon as he was out the door, my lover sat down next to me and started kissing and caressing me. He picked me up and passionately threw me on the bed. His kisses were heartfelt, so full of lust and I could hardly defend myself in the first few minutes, so amazed and excited I was at that moment.

But I wanted him to have the prospect of an increase, so I pushed his head back, laid him gently but firmly on his back and let the driving sound come through the speakers. The music let me drift and accompanied my apparently very effective deeds.

I tore the shirt off his body and very slowly pulled his pants off with my teeth. I licked him from the inner thigh up to his already splendidly swollen tail, just in front of the glans. I moaned softly. Then I whispered with relish with a little tongue wrench, up to his neck. His whole body was pounding with pleasure, his look told me to take him in my mouth, to ***** his best piece and to put it deep in my mouth. I obeyed and got one last kiss goodbye. Now I too was trembling in all parts of my very delicate, but womanly body.

He took my long, blonde hair and pushed my head down. Yes, he really wanted to. Now I had him where I wanted him. I sucked intensely on his cock and massaged with my right hand at the same time. My movements got stronger and stronger, driving to the beat of the music. He groaned, clutched my hair with both hands and I slowed down again. Kissed and licked up to his neck. Moaned in his ear and he grabbed me, turned me on my back, kissed me very passionately for a long time, absolutely demanding and then licked my breasts, bit the nipple tenderly and massaged my clitoris very soulfully.

Every now and then he put two fingers in my *****and finally licked me until I started shaking. Then there was the well-deserved revenge, because just before redemption, he stopped and kissed me. He grinned mischievously and kissed me again very passionately and intensely.

I looked at him very sexy, sat up and took a cigarette. Then he took the butt out of my hand, threw it across the room, took me, turned around and rubbed his stick again and again on my very wet and aroused pussy. Inwardly, I almost prayed that he would finally **** me. My state of excitement had risen to a very high level and it only took a few shocks until I was able to experience the hopefully expected and very powerful orgasm. It didn't seem to be any different to him, because already with the first thrusts he began to do more than moan. I felt his pulsating penis inside me very strongly and for many minutes after the act he was lying on top of me and his penis kept getting hard and aroused, so that he groaned.