a visitor in the park

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a visitor in the parkYou’re sitting in a park, on a grassy hill, under a tree. You’re in just your robe, and its a sunny day. You can feel the warmth on your skin where your robe doesn’t cover you. You can feel the blades of grass against your bare feet and legs. Its unusually soft, and it tickles a little. There’s nobody around, and you’re feeling very comfortable and relaxed. You’re a little excited also, from being outside, so close to undressed. Suddenly, the light gets brighter. The warmth seems to bathe your whole body through your robe. You look up and through the bright light you can barely make out the shape of a man, descending from the sky. Its unclear whether the light is coming from behind him or radiating from him, but as he comes closer, you can see more of him. He’s slim and muscular, with dark skin and he’s wearing nothing but that light. His foot touches the grass in front of you. Your eyes move up from it, his well defined leg, his thick, as yet flaccid penis amidst dark curls of pubic hair, his stomach, his chest…there doesn’t seem to be an ounce of fat on him anywhere. His thick lips and bright, brown eyes smile down at you, all haloed in that warm beautiful light. The light seems intense and strong, yet gentle. It washes over your body, almost seeming to touch you physically through your robe, as though it is the thing that is real, and the robe some supernatural figment. He steps forward, and as your face follows him, looking up at him, his hand reaches out to you, and touches your cheek. There’s no doubt now that the light is coming from him. Where his hand caresses you, the feeling you get from the light illegal bahis seems to flow directly into you. It burns without pain, blossoming across your face and down your neck. That beautiful heat and light rolls through your core. it seems to resonate in your nipples and between your legs, all from a just a brush of your cheek. He sees your nipples stiffen at his touch and his cock begins to swell between his legs. The smile widens and he stoops to slip his arms under you. You’re surprised at his strength. when he picks you up, it seems almost effortless. Hes holding you his arms under your robe, your soft body pressed against his hard one, bare skin against bare skin. you can feel that warmth flowing into your body everywhere he touches you, still resonating even more strongly in your most sensitive areas, and your skin drinks in that touch as if it had been thirsty all your life. When you feel his lips on your neck, kissing you gently, insistently, the world seems to spin. His warm, lips kiss your neck and then part to let you feel his teeth brush your skin. You lean back to find the ground supporting you. He must have lain you on the ground while he was kissing you. You wonder when your robe slipped off. He’s on top of you kissing his way down your neck leaving a trail of heat across your skin. your naked bodies are touching, brushing against each other in a dozen places. You feel his erection press against your thigh, so large, as his lips move from your collar bone down to your breast. Everything seems to be moving so fast, but that light is making you feel so relaxed, so safe, so good, and his touch is making you illegal bahis siteleri so aroused. You run your hands over his muscular back. You let out a gasp as his wet lips close around your nipple. You hold his head in your hands, wanting to pull him harder against you as your nipple responds to his sucking. Your sensitivity to his touch is setting your whole body on edge. When his weight shifts, and he slides up, and you suddenly feel him pressed between your legs, against your entrance. You feel the smooth, swollen tip of him press into you, parting your lips, opening you, pressing deeper and deeper into you, filling you. Soon you feel his hips and thighs pressing against you and you know he’s as deep inside of you as he can get. His arms are around you. He’s holding you to him as his hips begin to move. Just as his arms are around you, so do yours grip him. He thrusts into you and what was a flow of warmth permeating your body begins to become a pulsing rush. Your fingers dig into his back. Your hips move to meet his almost on their own, but you encourage them. You push. You impale yourself on him as you cling to each other. You hear a voice gasping, moaning, crying out, and you’re almost surprised to realize its you. Every time he withdraws it leaves wanting him in you more. Each thrust seems to fill you anew. You feel yourself pulsing down there, clenching around him, trying to grip him, but you’re so wet, so slippery, and he’s so strong that its impossible. And it feel so good. You feel your heart racing, your mind can’t focus on anything except how he feels against you, how he feels inside you, what the sensations canlı bahis siteleri emanating from his filling and plunging and pumping are doing to you. The heat and light are surging inside of you and you’re sure something is going to burst, and its frightening, but you want it. Suddenly his strong, gentle grip on your body tightens. His muscles stiffen. His moan comes as almost a growl as he thrusts into you forcefully, and instead of withdrawing, he grinds himself harder against you, as if he is trying to force himself still deeper. You feel so incredibly full of him and the grinding of his pelvis against your clit, the knowledge that he’s about to cum inside you, together it sends you over the edge with him. When that pulsing, surging heat becomes an explosion, you don’t know if its his orgasm, or yours, or both, but it overwhelms you, radiating from your joining, washing over. You can feel his light intensifying, filling you until it can only overflow. It seems to go on forever, and even when his body begins to relax, that brilliance inside of you that feels more real than your own body seems to go on and on. You open your eyes to see him smiling down at you. His light is undiminished, but it looks different. You realize it because there is an equal light coming from you. It really is overflowing. Somehow you can feel that his gentle smile is a pale shadow of the joy he feels for you. When he pulls out of you you’re afraid that his light will leave your body with him, but it doesn’t. It goes on and on. When he stands and reaches his out to you, you also stand. When you take his hand and feel again through the touch his joy for you, your own for him matches it, and the warmth flows from you to him and back into you. The strength of that warmth leaves you giddy and weightless, and you realize its lifting you both from the grass by the trees and into the bright, sun drenched sky.

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