Friday, August 18, 2006

The Vineyard

There is a field in France that will be forever mine. Hot in summer, the vines, in orderly rows, cascade randomly with bunches of succulent white grapes. Each evening for a week I had sex there. Routine and perfunctory was not the order of the day. Each time I was so dragged and stretched, I reached up for some grapes for some mid-fuck refreshment.

I bit at this firm skin and its contents would spray inside my mouth hitting the sides in every direction. Searching for the warm pulp with his languid tongue he tried. A suck from me would clear the flesh and beckon his tongue further in. Supper, and the wine imbibed throughout, is what I can taste so vividly. Aubergines, wild ceps and fennel coated in a fine vinagrette infused with thyme and lemon. Yellowed apple tarte tatin dusted in coconut caster sugar is what he can sample when he runs his tongue across the roof of my mouth. Intimate buffets such as these stir the tastebuds that you can sense it in the pit of your stomach. Near perfection the food presented to us was and now we are ready for the final course.

'Go down on me', I ask him.

In his usual style, he obliges me completely. Normally I don't even have to ask. Lapping, ebbing and flowing, my blonde ringlets sway and over my eyes and away again. Inside my vagina his tongue moistens. Episodes of warmth the hue of sunset. Episodes of ecstacy that enlighten my soul. Yet I wanted more.

Over and out, his expert tongue navigates. Under and in, he gives and gives. My breath disappears into my lung. In a quick moment I scream an unstructured vocal concerto, notes fused together, straining and out of place. Geese and sheep in the next field turn around at the performance.

He knew when to stop. The sensitivity of my cunt turns my gleeful delight into high-pictched, hysterical laughter. Just as he did with his tongue, he started with his cock. Usually he'd start to fuck. Something changed.

The single thrust was used solely to moisten his cock. Glistening in the now twilight, he moved his cock to my mouth. Entering forcefully, his breadth stretched my tight mouth. Tough and hard, his cock slid in and out. Watering my eyes, I gagged, my tears noticeably running over my cheek, mascara turning them to black pearls. His hands gripped my hair tight, the roots almost popping under the pressure. As my vagina, he treated my mouth. Thrusting in, pulling out, the beautiful scenery was lost on my as my focus was on the few inches I could see of his belly.

'Yes', he stuttered as continued to face-fuck me. Out of my nose I exhaled, trying to breathe as deep as I could. Under his arse my hands pulled him into my wet mouth continually coating his cock with my saliva. I push him away to grab a breath, I cough hard, then gasp.

Surely he was going to cum soon, I could see it twitch. Hot it felt, just dabbing against the underside of my nose that I voraciously suck on it to cool it down. Fucking his cock with my mouth, I sucked and bit and thrusted and soaked more. Orgasms within seconds was the reaction.

Red sunset, streaks of clouds across the sky; dinner was complete, down on the ground we both now lie.


Blogger M said...

well, there goes any hope of getting any 'work' done this morn! excellent 'images'.

12:21 am  
Blogger Rowena said...

this might be the best yet S&S - beautiful imagery

1:51 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


2:23 am  
Blogger Steel & Sapphire said...

m: Depends what kind of work you need done. Thanks for your kind words though - you too Rowena.

Anon, it is only intense if you are not used to that kind of proximity. As soon as intense stops being the norm it is becomes less intense.

9:48 am  
Blogger Al Sensu said...

a lovely intertwining of sex and food. extremely sensual and very hot!

3:28 pm  
Blogger Steel & Sapphire said...

Food is sexy. Very hot like Mexican or like Indian or a different kind of hot?

6:42 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

nice work, well written. enjoyed it.

9:41 am  

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