Estrogensensual

I love kissing you everywhere. Taking your face in my hands, our lips coming together softly, I try to steal your breath away. Kissing you is my favorite thing; for me, it is very intimate and telling, and like the eyes, a window to the soul.  I like how much you surrender to me and let go. I love your soft kisses, crushing your big, beautiful, full lips under mine. I spread them by sucking in your bottom lip, pulling them apart and softly running my tongue on the inside of your lips until yours comes out to meet mine. My hands learn every inch of you, tracing your long curves and causing goose bumps all over your body. I dip my finger into your mouth to wet it, and I use it to trace around your nipple. It puckers between my fingers as you steal your breath from between our lips.  A smile spreads on your face, and I want to kiss your dimple, but I’m not done with kissing you, and I need to steal my breath back. I kiss you deeper as my hand finds its way down your delicious bod...

I remember when he used to throw me around like a rag doll; don’t get me wrong, he is still powerful, but we aren’t as durable as we used to be. He would come home after his pool route, all tan, ripped, and yummy. I would just wait for it. I didn’t have to change anything about myself to get him going; some things never change. Though I never believe him, it seems like he always finds me most desirable when I think I am at my worst. Back then, I would always run around with my hair in a lazy ponytail, no makeup, and in some cut-off jean shorts and a tank top. It was and is hard not to believe how much he wants me when he looks at me the way he does, the same way he does today. That look like he is about to pounce, it always makes my heart beat faster. He knows me, even when I play hard to get, even when I don’t know what I want, he shows me. The magic in the kiss, I’m sure, whenever two people who are mad for each other kiss, they know what I’m talking about. It isn’t just the kiss, it...

We all crashed through the door and had plans to continue drinking after a rowdy night downtown. My boy made some drinks and put on some music. The girls weren’t feeling any pain, to say the least, and were dancing before the music even started. My boy and his wife had invited me out to introduce me to their new neighbor, Michelle. What a package she had turned out to be. Immediately, I noticed her big, beautiful, and genuine smile, along with her sparkling eyes that seemed to smile as well. She has long, tightly curled blond hair and an amazing body. I’m not talking about those waif model types; I’m talking about a woman with curves who enjoys life and is both confident and sexual. She is funny, witty, and smart, and we talked and laughed all night. We continued to drink, and we all agreed that we wouldn’t be driving anymore that night and that I could crash on the couch. Our hosts are heads and offer us some smoke. I don’t normally, but I decided that with such great company, I would...

Can you believe it has been sixteen years? It seems like just yesterday when you walked into my apartment, standing there all adorably nervous. It was our first time together alone; we had been flirting with each other for years, with our secret code winks, the fleeting touches here and there, both of us buying our time until we could be together. We are both single, after years with the wrong people, and you have accepted my invitation for a late-night randevu, and there you were. I met you halfway up the stairs, took you into my arms, and hugged you for the first time. Sure, we have hugged before, but those were friendly hugs; this hug was it all. It was like I could smell you for the first time; the combination of the smell of your hair, perfume, and your sweet pheromones was such a turn-on. And that was just your smell, to feel you in my arms, you were so nervous, you were trembling in my arms, I could feel your heart slamming into my chest. I look down into your beautiful eyes and...

Back in the day, before we got all domestic, we lived off Las Olas, close to downtown and the beach. We took advantage of this by cabbing it or walking home after nights out with friends drinking and dancing. We had been on the beach, mostly playing pool and drinking, and fraternizing heavily. This particular night we were dressed casually because it was a warm summer night, she was braless in one of her signature tank tops, and a long soft cotton hippy skirt and sandals. She made sure that she told me that she wasn’t wearing any panties just before bending over in front of me to take her turn in the pool. I ran my hands up her hips over her skirt to see and whimpered my sudden frustration. She enjoyed teasing me and twisted out of my hands shaking her finger at me.  Great, now that was all I could think about, and she was enjoying my pain. I would walk up to her throughout the night after that, sniffing the air just hoping to catch the scent of her sweetness. She woul...