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Erotic story: It takes two to tango

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Erotic story: It takes two to tango

With the music as architect of the movements, we twirl around on our stage. "La gran finale, mi amor", he says to me with the same sensuality present in the music. On the beat of the music he slowly enters my body while maintaining deep eye contact with me.

By Michelle Malou

With my naked feet I am enjoying the sensation of the fine sand and keep trying to reproduce it by wiggling my toes through the vast collection of miniscule rocks surrounding them. I look up from my feet, close my eyes and take in the scent from the ocean that is being carried by the breeze into my nose. I spread my arms to allow the molecules surrounding my body to hug me with their radiation of warmness. The fact that it finally is no longer cold and hopefully will not be for the next months to come, makes me ecstatic and my body feels more like it belongs. Apart from a subtle smile, my face is in a complete state of relaxation and I move my arms like branches in the wind.

“From behind two large hands are placed on my hips and join their flow without interfering with the already established movement to the rhythm”

My attention is focused on the sound of clashing waves and I create my own hypothesis that an increase in temperature makes the world sound more pleasant in my ears. The sounds of nature get pushed into the background when from behind me sensual Latin music starts to play. With eyes still closed I slowly start move to the music and try to connect with the different instruments that are creating the melody. I can distinguish a guitar, piano, violin, percussion, and an instrument I cannot name. The composition gets completed by a powerful female voice that forces me to move to the words I don't understand, yet resonate with the feeling inside me. I breathe a sigh of contentment, my libido is back.

From behind two large hands are placed on my hips and join their flow without interfering with the already established movement to the rhythm. Preserving me as the centre, they start to play with my choice of moving and feed into my feminine energy. The hands belong to the most exciting man I have met in a long time. Due to our slight language barrier we have adapted to communication through dance and touch and I have never felt so understood and save before.

My arms supported by his continue to move with the music through the warm air. He gently grabs hold of my hand that is waving at the stars and calmly turns me around until we are facing each other.

“I feel hypnotized and cannot stop moving to the music, even when sitting down on his lap”

His deep brown eyes act as an anchor in the waves of movements when there is a short pause in the music. My body is now surrounded by his arms and he leads me into a more sexual dance. Far from the nearest other soul, we dance around in our private little beach hut and have merged into one moving being. Verbal communication is not present, not even in my mind. Without putting too much emphasis on it, he disrobes me while dancing and sits down on the large lounge area to watch as I continue to dance solo. With his index finger he gestures me to come closer to him and like being pulled by magnetic energy my body advances in his direction. I get as close to him as I possibly can. I feel hypnotized and cannot stop moving to the music, even when sitting down on his lap. He lets his body fall down on the big mattress and moves his hands parallel from each other up and down my body.

The dancing and evening heat have caused me to be a bit sweaty and there is a slight resistance between my skin and the palms of his hands. He locks his fingers in between the back of my knees and pulls the dancing collection of atoms, that currently make up my being, towards his face. My breathing starts to stutter when I feel his mouth making contact with my pepa. It is the first time I feel any kind of dominance in his actions, but I like the aggressiveness with which he is trying to dig in his tongue into the treasure between my legs.

I am holding his arms upwards and keep tightening my grip until my nails have starting to embed themselves into his skin. Never before I have felt so powerful as a woman and I don't hold back the noise that expands from my mouth. With every scream I sense that he is getting more aroused and into the licking. While I feel like my cunt is engulfing his whole face, my body acts as a medium through which the music flows and functions as a metronome for the manoeuvres of his tongue.

The position we are in enables his tongue to move far into me and I go wild. I prepare to climax, but just when I am about to he lifts me up into the air and moves me down to the area of his hard dick. Subsequently I am able to gain visual pleasure from his beautiful face again.

“When looking at his face I can see that he is highly concentrated to contain the beast going wild inside of him”

The way his manly chest is moving up and down, taking in deep breaths each time, makes me realise he has probably been breathing my juices instead of oxygen the whole time. I bend down to kiss him and with my flattened tongue lick my gratification fluids of his face. Inside my ears hear the friction of his beard on my flesh and push my tongue even harder on to his skin to boost the sound. I taste what he has been tasting while I was using his head as the fundament for the tower of pleasure I had become.

It is time to build it up again using a different construction. With the music as architect of the movements, we twirl around on our stage. "La gran finale, mi amor", he says to me with the same sensuality present in the music. On the beat of the music he slowly enters my body while maintaining deep eye contact with me. He is very conscious of his movements and how they are affecting my being. When he senses my arousal is reaching a higher plateau again, he increases the pace. His very mindful way of fucking me ensures I am completely relaxed and can focus on the climax I long to experience.

When looking at his face I can see that he is highly concentrated to contain the beast going wild inside of him. Yet again I take the opportunity to use my nails to leave my mark on his body with when I pull him closer to me. Involuntarily I close my eyes and try to prepare for the highlight of our dance. When I reach the top of the mountain and scream, I realize I am not by myself. He is standing right next to me and our sounds combine. Together we slowly descend again. He hold me in his arms and his fingertips continue a tiny dance on my back, while I barely noticeable continue to move my hips to the beat until I fall asleep.

Photo: Fitso Blog

 

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