By Emdee David
Erotic parts of her body…
Most guys are usually curious about how to really turn a girl on. Little do they know that the woman’s body is filled with tickle zones that become erotic zones by little tender kisses, gentle caressing, stroking or tonguing.
Kate lay faced down in bed the day we were finally together after I’d promised to make up for the disappointment the last time. I apologized to her as I explored different parts of her body. It was taking her time to get aroused, so I kept trying the parts with arousal capabilities.
“You’re heartless,” she said in tears as I gently licked and then nibbled on the back of her knee. I noticed how she folded up her left leg and then brought it down again. Back of the knee – that’s sure an erotic part. I licked it the more while my fingers travelled slowly to the inside of her thigh. That part was highly sensitive too. I stroke it, and from her body movement I knew she was enjoying it.
“I’m sorry,” I said the umpteenth time, and that seemed to wane off her anger completely. I saw that Fondling with her thighs was really turning her on. She opened her laps wider for me.
Good move.
So, I moved deeper, pulling down her G-Strings without touching her jean skirt and then played around with her butts. With a mild spanking and squeezing, she let out a voluptuous sound and then a whisper of my name. I then raised her skirt upward to her waist and observed her smooth bare buttocks. Kate was a neat girl. Her body smelt sweet and fresh, which was good for me. I could lick any part of her body without the fear of any bacterium. I began to lick her buttocks, made them wet with my spittle while my finger busied with her hair. I would love all the endorphins in her body released.
The endorphins are pleasure hormones, which also helps in alleviating stress. To achieve that, I massaged her scalp, not minding the cheap Apple hair cream she had unnecessarily applied in abundance. The result of my action was encouraging. It was driving her crazy. Her dormant hands began to search for my body, aiming at my chest. She knew the pleasure I get from the touch of my nipples.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she moaned.
“I’m here now,” I whispered to her ears, and then blew a warm air into it. The whisper, the warm air and the soft words that I was there for her did magic. She turned and gave me a you-can-have-me look. She was really hungry for bedfood. I pulled off whatever cloth remained on her, stood up to watch and admire her naked body while I released my shirts, trousers and boxers from my anxious body. Kate had a very nice skin and body shape – like an inverted triangle. And she looked angelic without her clothes on.
Oh, how I wished all women with nice bodies would be allowed to walk naked everywhere. Well, that was how it was really meant to be, right? If great grandpa Adam didn’t eat the forbidden fruit.
Kate knew I admired and accepted her body. She stood up to meet me and as our body touched in a combination of anticipation and pleasure, we began to kiss.
“I love you,” I said intuitively; so easy to say before a naked gal with irresistible body. Guys!
“Are you sure?” asked Kate, pausing the kiss and looking me in the eye. “Is it from your heart?” She was right. I wasn’t sure I loved her. Were those words from my heart? But one thing I’m sure of was that I loved making love to her. Isn’t that love enough?
“Look into my eyes and tell me you love me,” she demanded. I looked into her eyes and said, rhetorically, “If I don’t love you, why I am I here with you?”
I frowned for a moment, feigning disappointment for asking such questions. I released my hands from her broad shoulder. Then she smiled seductively and began to fondle with my nipples with her thumbs. My dick was nodding in approval, with what as I child, I thought was saliva gathering at the tip.
“I really love you,” her voice was passionate and appealing. It was guttural but sensual. She wanted some words of assurance. I knew what her ears would love to hear and what her body wanted. Her body was crying for love and sexual satisfaction. Literally, her eyes were wet with tears. Filled, her right eye released some tears down her cheek. I was moved, so I moved in.
“I love you,” I said again, trying effortlessly to sound genuine. I embraced her, ran my fingers along the middle of her back, another erotic spot. I went down to her buttocks again, to the “Bermuda Triangle of Lust,” somewhere above the crease of the buttocks, at the base of the spine. I massaged it lightly with my thumb and she began to get squirmy (not out of discomfort).
The Sacrum is sure an erotic spot many guys have not known or exploited it well enough. The Greek call it the sacred bone with the belief that the soul resides there. Proper touch of that region of a woman could touch her soul. It would really drive her crazy.
Kate was enjoying it. Of course, I was too. We spent time exploring our bodies. We were both engulfed in pleasurable moaning. I so controlled myself that she was almost going to cum before I penetrated her. At that point, she turned and gave me her back.
My mind went back to the first time in the kitchen. Lovely style. There was no freezer, but a study table in the room helped out, giving the needed support as she bent down, expecting my organ.
I sucked her buttocks instead. She didn’t expect it, but was more pleased with what she got. Girls like surprises, not only with gifts, but also in romantic love play. Further, as she enjoyed the surprise, I bent very low to have my tongue on her clit. She was so pleased with my performance. The sensation was electrifying.
“Come in, come in please,” she began to shout in low a tone. I went in, but with my fingers. Another surprise, this eventually produced an intense sexual feeling. I was sure she’d never had it that way in her life; not even half of it, may be.
She jerked, squeezing, as I stimulated her clitoris, and then she hit the orgasmic roof. At the peak of that pleasure, she turned and fell on top of me, pushing my erect shaft into her privacy as she came. Funny enough, I didn’t ejaculate. I reserved that for another round. She kept crying, breathing hard and fast, as she lay on my body and I affectionately kept caressing her backside, her buttocks and later her scalp again. It wasn’t over yet.
Emdee David
– is the founder and president of Africa Entertainment Network, a Writer, Producer and a Media Practitioner.
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