These Langkawi episodes were written for Teasing Temptress, who offered her photos as inspiration to me, and illustration to you. Enjoy them.
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3. The sun sets fast in the tropics. Already it’s dark and a cool breeze blows in from the sea. The chirruping of the cicadas is stronger now, a rhythmic pulsing beat in time with the splash of the waves rippling along the beach. The young couple below our balcony are quiet, except for the girl’s moans as her boyfriend, inspired by our love-making, begins to stroke and caress her.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she moans, “you’re getting me all wet. “
“So, here,” he says, “lift your ass and I’ll get your knickers out of the way.”
“Quick,” she says, “I can’t bear to hear those two upstairs without you inside me.”
“Mmmmm, baby, you’ve really got me going too,” he says.
She pushes him down onto the sand, grabs his rigid cock, and slides down his entire length in one smooth glide.
“Ladies on top,” she says, “at least on the sand…”
“Oh fuck, yes,” he says, “go for it baby, fuckin go for it….Oh god oh fuck, I’m coming, oh shit, I can’t help it baby, oh shit….aaaaah.”
Hearing the young lovers downstairs only turns up the pitch of our pleasure.
“Fuck me honey, oh please fuck me….”
“Sssssshhhh,” I say, “we’re getting there. What’s the hurry?”
I have four fingers inside you, up to my knuckles, trilling like a tabla player, fingers vibrating your entire yoni in a ripple of cascading notes. My tongue is flickering so lightly, skittering across your hard little knob. I pull back to gaze at your swollen yoni lips, glistening wet with our juices, in the last of the evening light.
“Would you like me to turn the light on?” I ask.
“Oh god no, please honey, please come inside me.”
Slowly I slow the pace of my tongue, my fingers and my left hand.
You reach down and grab my rigid curve, pulling and squeezing its hardness until every vein is standing out, and my big mushroom head feels like it might burst.
“Oh fuck,” I say, “come here. Sit on me.”
I move to the edge of the bed, and sit you in my lap, back to me, so that your full buttocks curve neatly into my belly, and my curve slides slowly up into the slick wetness of your yoni. The oil I used for massaging your back is still plentiful, and I slither my hands around to cup your breasts from behind, feeling your pert nipples like hard points in the palms of my oiled hands.
You reach up too, and link your fingers through mine, gripping hard, and pressing my hands tight into your chest.
“Play with me,” you say, and I take your left nipple in the finger and thumb of my left hand, loosen my right hand and slip it down into your groin, sliding my hand up and down, gliding my middle fingers over your bursting clit, squeezing your engorged lips with my outer fingers. You thrust hard down onto my hard cock, and pull up against my questing fingers.
“Easy, easy, take it slowly,” I say.
But nothing will stop you, and you grind your buttocks backwards and forwards on my thighs, flexing your yoni muscles, tightening as you rise up, loosening as you plunge down, squeezing me tight, gripping and letting go, sucking at me with your yoni, pulling at me urgently, swirling your hips around and around as you rise and fall in my lap, feeling every wave ripple through your belly as my curving cock seeks deeper and deeper into your core.
“Woah,” I say, “slow down honey, slow down. I don’t want to come yet. Not like the kid downstairs!”
So I part my thighs, letting you drop lower between my legs, while I hold your breast and your richly wet groin with my right hand. My curved hardness pulls back out of you, so that now, by opening and closing my legs, you are lifted up and down, up and down, just on the very tip of my head, just parting your lips, just entering you, not too deep, just enough to feel the pull and tug of my flared mushroom’s rim.
“Oh yes, baby, yes bay, yes, oh do that faster, please do it faster,” you moan.
Now that I’ve withdrawn, my own urgency eases. I flex my own groin muscles, so that my hard curve pulses within the mouth of your yoni. You feel it as a gentle tugging, pulling at your yoni lips, steady, but urgent, the beat accelerating.
“Oh god, what are you doing to me, baby,” you ask.
I allow my legs to part, slowly letting you glide down the length of my cock, then pull my legs together again, driving my rigid lingam deeper and deeper, up and up, into the depth of your centre. Then I rapidly increase the rhythm, opening and closing my legs, so that you are propelled faster and faster up and down, over the flared head, fluttering past your yoni lips, then driving deeper up into you, pulling at you, then driving hard and deep into the core of your soft wetness, again and again. You try to grip me with your yoni muscles, in time with our rise and fall, but now we’re moving very fast, and you let go, surrender to the waves bursting and breaking up through your very being.
Suddenly, you stiffen, your back arched back, your head pushing back into my shoulder.
“AAAAAAAAhhhh….” Your body convulses as the orgasm rocks you, pulse after pulse exploding through your belly, rippling energy sizzling down your arms and legs, tingling through your breasts. I accelerate my rhythm, twirling your nipples with one hand, fluttering your yoni lips with the other, and now I lean back on the bed, pulling you back on top of me. Quickly I pull my legs up onto the edge of the bed, pushing you right back so that you’re lying along my body with your legs splayed open. I flex my buttock muscles faster and faster, so that I’m thrusting the very head of my cock just in your yoni lips, fluttering you with my flared mushroom head just as I had fluttered you with my flickering tongue. But you whole body is rocking with my movement.
“AAAAAAAhhh…” Wave after wave of ecstasy pulses through you. I pull you down hard onto my aching erection, while you yoni spasms in massive contractions, gripping and releasing my hardness as your eruption subsides.
“Oh honey, what did you do to me?” You turn over, smiling, and kiss me deeply, flicking your tongue around the corners of my mouth. You look down, and gently lower your mouth over my aching lingam, glistening wet with your juice.
“Ah no,” I say, “not yet, not yet. We’ve a way to go before I come.”
“But I want to taste you, to swallow you up,” you say.
“Not just yet, babe, not just yet. Come here and sit on me………………………………”
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3. The sun sets fast in the tropics. Already it’s dark and a cool breeze blows in from the sea. The chirruping of the cicadas is stronger now, a rhythmic pulsing beat in time with the splash of the waves rippling along the beach. The young couple below our balcony are quiet, except for the girl’s moans as her boyfriend, inspired by our love-making, begins to stroke and caress her.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she moans, “you’re getting me all wet. “
“So, here,” he says, “lift your ass and I’ll get your knickers out of the way.”
“Quick,” she says, “I can’t bear to hear those two upstairs without you inside me.”
“Mmmmm, baby, you’ve really got me going too,” he says.
She pushes him down onto the sand, grabs his rigid cock, and slides down his entire length in one smooth glide.
“Ladies on top,” she says, “at least on the sand…”
“Oh fuck, yes,” he says, “go for it baby, fuckin go for it….Oh god oh fuck, I’m coming, oh shit, I can’t help it baby, oh shit….aaaaah.”
Hearing the young lovers downstairs only turns up the pitch of our pleasure.
“Fuck me honey, oh please fuck me….”
“Sssssshhhh,” I say, “we’re getting there. What’s the hurry?”
I have four fingers inside you, up to my knuckles, trilling like a tabla player, fingers vibrating your entire yoni in a ripple of cascading notes. My tongue is flickering so lightly, skittering across your hard little knob. I pull back to gaze at your swollen yoni lips, glistening wet with our juices, in the last of the evening light.
“Would you like me to turn the light on?” I ask.
“Oh god no, please honey, please come inside me.”
Slowly I slow the pace of my tongue, my fingers and my left hand.
You reach down and grab my rigid curve, pulling and squeezing its hardness until every vein is standing out, and my big mushroom head feels like it might burst.
“Oh fuck,” I say, “come here. Sit on me.”
I move to the edge of the bed, and sit you in my lap, back to me, so that your full buttocks curve neatly into my belly, and my curve slides slowly up into the slick wetness of your yoni. The oil I used for massaging your back is still plentiful, and I slither my hands around to cup your breasts from behind, feeling your pert nipples like hard points in the palms of my oiled hands.
You reach up too, and link your fingers through mine, gripping hard, and pressing my hands tight into your chest.
“Play with me,” you say, and I take your left nipple in the finger and thumb of my left hand, loosen my right hand and slip it down into your groin, sliding my hand up and down, gliding my middle fingers over your bursting clit, squeezing your engorged lips with my outer fingers. You thrust hard down onto my hard cock, and pull up against my questing fingers.
“Easy, easy, take it slowly,” I say.
But nothing will stop you, and you grind your buttocks backwards and forwards on my thighs, flexing your yoni muscles, tightening as you rise up, loosening as you plunge down, squeezing me tight, gripping and letting go, sucking at me with your yoni, pulling at me urgently, swirling your hips around and around as you rise and fall in my lap, feeling every wave ripple through your belly as my curving cock seeks deeper and deeper into your core.
“Woah,” I say, “slow down honey, slow down. I don’t want to come yet. Not like the kid downstairs!”
So I part my thighs, letting you drop lower between my legs, while I hold your breast and your richly wet groin with my right hand. My curved hardness pulls back out of you, so that now, by opening and closing my legs, you are lifted up and down, up and down, just on the very tip of my head, just parting your lips, just entering you, not too deep, just enough to feel the pull and tug of my flared mushroom’s rim.
“Oh yes, baby, yes bay, yes, oh do that faster, please do it faster,” you moan.
Now that I’ve withdrawn, my own urgency eases. I flex my own groin muscles, so that my hard curve pulses within the mouth of your yoni. You feel it as a gentle tugging, pulling at your yoni lips, steady, but urgent, the beat accelerating.
“Oh god, what are you doing to me, baby,” you ask.
I allow my legs to part, slowly letting you glide down the length of my cock, then pull my legs together again, driving my rigid lingam deeper and deeper, up and up, into the depth of your centre. Then I rapidly increase the rhythm, opening and closing my legs, so that you are propelled faster and faster up and down, over the flared head, fluttering past your yoni lips, then driving deeper up into you, pulling at you, then driving hard and deep into the core of your soft wetness, again and again. You try to grip me with your yoni muscles, in time with our rise and fall, but now we’re moving very fast, and you let go, surrender to the waves bursting and breaking up through your very being.
Suddenly, you stiffen, your back arched back, your head pushing back into my shoulder.
“AAAAAAAAhhhh….” Your body convulses as the orgasm rocks you, pulse after pulse exploding through your belly, rippling energy sizzling down your arms and legs, tingling through your breasts. I accelerate my rhythm, twirling your nipples with one hand, fluttering your yoni lips with the other, and now I lean back on the bed, pulling you back on top of me. Quickly I pull my legs up onto the edge of the bed, pushing you right back so that you’re lying along my body with your legs splayed open. I flex my buttock muscles faster and faster, so that I’m thrusting the very head of my cock just in your yoni lips, fluttering you with my flared mushroom head just as I had fluttered you with my flickering tongue. But you whole body is rocking with my movement.
“AAAAAAAhhh…” Wave after wave of ecstasy pulses through you. I pull you down hard onto my aching erection, while you yoni spasms in massive contractions, gripping and releasing my hardness as your eruption subsides.
“Oh honey, what did you do to me?” You turn over, smiling, and kiss me deeply, flicking your tongue around the corners of my mouth. You look down, and gently lower your mouth over my aching lingam, glistening wet with your juice.
“Ah no,” I say, “not yet, not yet. We’ve a way to go before I come.”
“But I want to taste you, to swallow you up,” you say.
“Not just yet, babe, not just yet. Come here and sit on me………………………………”
