Kitsune

I'd love any and all feed back. This is my first crack at a story. Hell the first story I've writting in a long long time.

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There is a special gift to ignorance, especially when it comes to passion. You can live your whole life not experiencing anything close to what true passion can be. Luckily and unfortunately desire knows no bounds. It makes our actions compulsive and tainted with temptation. From there we become driven for that trove of satisfaction.

Luckily I was endowed with the gift of ignorance. My curiosity led to meddlesome desires. That willingness to make the unknown to me known, and the exotic mine. It is that which made her so appealing. I guess it would be necessary to describe her and the place we meet.

I like parks, especially big ones. This one was no different from any other park: Grassy areas, sidewalks, benches, and the like. It was one summer night that I occupied one of these benches. The slight breeze made fallen leaves rustle and strum about. The crickets were in full bloom and the scent, intoxicating, but not the symphony that nature would perform. This scent was unnatural. Then is when she walked by me. I could only see her from behind. Her hair screamed a lively orange, the skin of her shoulders begged to be touched and caressed.

I've been to this park countless nights and haven't ever laid eyes on her, or anyone else for that matter. Right now more than ever, I really truly cherished the latter. Desire's seeds were rooted with in me. The flower bloomed and I was in foot to her.

The walk seemed to last forever. About half way there she lifted her head in recognition that sensed my approach. Was it the crumpling of dried leaves or the fierce beating of my heart? The same heart which beat the fragrance of her into my blood. Being so inebriated I could swear I felt that same blood newly touch and refreshing every part of me. By the time I reached her, I was a complete lush for this desire of lust.

She turned her face to meet mine and gave me a vivacious smile, her face just as delicate as her skin and with the same glow of her smile. All I can truly remember ever seeing was her smile and eyes. This alone though was enough. I sat beside her, my feet point in the opposite direction and my body turned towards hers.

In a moment my lips meet with hers. I found my tongue knew nothing of dancing with another. It was like she was a natural ballerina. I was hardly able to keep up, but in this moment I couldn't afford to lose her. It took a miracle to even slightly match up, but I did. At least until she gracefully swung her body around to be perfectly aligned to mine. She did it without even disrupting the harmony of a kiss. Before I knew it she was slightly laying on me and her hand was moving up my body until it reached my chest. She rubbed my chest as if she was mixing the emotions inside of me. I can't describe the different feelings of desire one might feel, but imagine them mixed into one. I had to touch her skin to truly answer just how soft and delicate she was. My hand touched her shoulder and moved up until I took hers into mine. Her skin was virtually like a newborn. Just what was happening? Just what was she? Why question bliss??

It was about this moment our lips finally parted and she smiled that same smile. I lifted her hand to mine and kissed each of her fingers. Just when I thought I had a moment of control over this situation she turned the tables and pushed my hand down into the grass. Her body glided across mine and straddled mine. When did she pin the other one down with her other hand? She let go and gave me this look of "those stay there!" Who was I to disobey such a look?

She unclasped what she was wearing. It seemed to just be some thing white linen robe. I paid no attention to it, especially since it flew away in a sudden gust of wind. There she sat on my stomach, complete naked and she seemed eager to do the same to me. As she removed her shirt I got to look upon her body. The same delicate skin enwrapped her entire body, her breast a beautiful perky c cup. After my shirt was off I completely forget her previous look and ran my hand up her legs, hoping to run them up her stomach and finally to her breast. She quickly grabbed my hand and planted them in the grass above my head. Again she gave me the same look and she lied her body upon mine taking her tongue to playfully dance with mine once more. I could feel my skin tingle the second hers touched mine. Our lips parted a second time as she kissed and nibbled on my neck. Her skin was sucking every ounce of desire and building more and more in me. Especially when she kissed down my chest, to my stomach and finally to the edge of my pants. She skillfully and gently removed those also, completely exposing myself to the night air. Now she was at my feet. She carefully parted my legs and kissed up inside of them. With her slow ascent up my legs I felt that time completely stopped and nothing existed, not even myself. I couldn't help but close my eyes. That didn't last for long.

My eyes opened wide as soon as her hand wrapped around the base of my penis, but it was when the tip was enveloped in her mouth that I gasped. I thought her tongue was a skilled ballerina when it played with mine, but as it danced mischievously around and on the tip of my penis….I just can't describe. I looked down upon her and she playfully, skillfully and seductively played with my throbbing member. She switched from her mouth, to her hand which perfectly held it do tight as she stroked up and her mouth followed faithfully down. I was moaning, thrusting into her, and hardly able to hold back. In fact I didn't. My orgasm shook me and I filled her mouth with my cum. My eyes looked down into hers. Her eyes penetrated me as she swallowed. I recognized that look. It was the same desire and burning passion that I was feeling.

Once more I tried to take some power and switch positions but only found myself pushed down. She glided up my body and her pussy was in my face. My mouth quickly reacted and started sucking on her clit and rubbing it with my tongue. We both reached the point where skill didn't matter at all. We were submerged in desire and all that was needed was contact. Just the contact itself pierced our bodies with connection to pleasure. My tongue couldn't help but keep a playful rhythm to it, occasionally sucking on the clit. Her body jerked and maneuvered. She gently let out soft moans. The jerking and maneuvering got more violent and eventually she exploded into a beautiful orgasm of her own. Luckily neither of us was done.

Learning from past mistakes I let her continue. In a feral motion she moved her body down and took my penis in hand. Already erect once more, she guided the tip inside of her and slowly lowered herself upon it. Me being in such a stupor wanted to just thrust myself into her (what can I say? I'm a guy.) but her hand held me down as I felt my penis journey into her sweet tight being. Every part of my penis was hugged by her. I moaned and couldn't catch a normal breath to save my life. She set a perfect pace. Faster and faster it seemed I was hardly penetrating her. Then she completely reversed pace and when very slow, my hips thrust into her deeply. The pace increased and increased. This time it was faster and deeper. I uncontrollably moaned, jerked and thrust into her. Her moans still very soft, but filled my ears completely. Our bodies moving in unison, our hearts pounding, about to explode, how in the hell am I suppose to hold this orgasm? Each tiny second was a pleasurable ache of trying to hold it in. I finally released and soon after, so did she. Her body collapsed onto mine and I closed my eyes. Trying to catch my breath, she kissed me a sweet kiss.

I opened my eyes only to be met with her. Within her strange eyes, it almost seemed like this was the past. That she had already seen this happen and I was merely just an actor performing a part I've already played. I closed my eyes once more. A breeze picked up and suddenly she wasn't on me anymore, it was as if she went with the wind. In the distance I saw a small blurry figure. Eventually I gained the composure to stand up, get dressed and leave the park. Never did I return to the park again. There was nothing more left for me there.