Thinking of the taste of her lips...Her hand moving...touching...softly lifting my top. Soon we both were flesh to flesh, our kisses passionate and hands moving in unison. Tongues licking , seeking, finding tasteful juices. Both becoming one as streams of passion flowed.
Having her wake me this morning. Her gingers causing my nipples to rise as she kissed her way down to between my thighs. It didn't take her long to have me moaning and opening wide for her. After breakfast it is my turn to arouse her, MMMMM!
I remember the first collar my Mom put on me. I asked her what it meant and she told me that it is hers and when I had it on I was hers too. She took me with her to see my Aunt and they both complimented me.