bustyredhead: This is dedicated to the man who I love so much... when he's not with me, I can't stop thinking of him. I wrote this recently while deep in lustful thought, detailing our perfect day together. Please, let me know if this is what I should do for/to him!

- Nene


The lazy Sunday morning rolls across the mountains, the first beams of light penetrating the Los Angeles Basin. In one cozy apartment, you and I can be found in bed together. You're laying on your back, with your arms and legs kinda sprawled out, while I have my arms wrapped around your chest, my body against your top and side, with one leg laid over your groin, keeping your soft dick warm and toasty. Light slowly flows into the window, warming us and coaxing us to arise. Your cock is the first thing to stir, slowly hardening against my thigh. As your big, fat dickhead creeps against my clit, I am quickly awoken. I stare at your sweet face resting next to me, and decide to give you a proper wake-up call.

Slowly, I guide your massive tool into me, grinding my hips up and down on it, holding you tight. I bump on your shaft faster and faster until I get you to wake up and cum. The first thing you see when your eyes open is my eyes gazing lovingly at you, followed quickly by me moving in to give a huge French wake-up kiss. Your tongue wraps around mine as my pussy continues to envelop your big dick. After an eternity of this bliss, I finally drive you to cum your large, magnificent load deep inside me, making me feel all your love for me.

We lay there some time after, you hungrily fondling my big, juicy tits, while I squeeze your butt and continue to enjoy your now-semi-hard cock resting inside me. Our lips finally unlock, and you whisper in my ear that it's time for breakfast. You gently turn me onto my back, pull yourself out of me, kiss me on the cheek, and tell me to wait right there.

You return to me after about ten minutes, carrying with you two plates of your awesome breakfast, with toast, bacon, eggs, and whatever other goodies you bring for us. You catch me stretching out on the bed, yawning loudly. You say, "Hey, honey, it's time to eat. We've gotta keep our strength up," as you climb back into bed. I sit up, and you set us up with bed table thingies that you keep by the bed for this kind of situation. I kiss you deeply, and then begin to enjoy your fantastically-made meal.

I lean back over to you, kiss you on the ear, and whisper, "Thanks so much, stud..." as my finger covertly swipes some strawberry jam from a plate and trace it against your chest. You smile and look at me, and I apologize, promising to clean that up. You quickly pull the tables away as I lean towards you, licking the jam off your chest in small circles. As I clean your chest, you run your fingers through my long hair. We're both a little sweaty and glowing from our morning activities, so we get up and go to take a shower.

The heat from the shower fills the air, and the mist pervades the bathroom. You let me into the water first, and then follow me in, closing the door behind us. No sooner do you close the door than you reach for my ass, squeezing it firmly, and guiding my back into the shower wall. You come forward, bending over slightly, and lick the top of my chest. Your hard body presses into mine, and you remove your hands from my tight bum. One hand goes up, grasping one of my jugs strongly, working it with your fingers as you lick the other one fiercely. My nipples are bombarded by the flicks of your tongue while your free hand goes lower, rubbing my clit with the thumb and fingering me deeply with all the others. You make me so wet, I begin to moan your name loudly. I arch my back against the wall and squeeze your butt with one hand, pulling you closer to me, while the other hand grasps your semi-hard cock, and strokes it roughly. Your dick grows to its full hugeness as my nipples harden and my pussy drips its juices onto your hand. I beg for you to take me, and you ask me to tell you how much I want it. "I want it more than anything else in the world! I need you so bad! Please, oh please, fuck me, fuck me now!" I moan, unable to bear the strain. You ram your engorged cock into me, filling me so deeply, and sucking hard on one of my tits while squeezing and manhandling the other. I grab your shoulders, scream passionately, and grind my hips to your rhythm, sliding you even farther into me. I hold out as long as I can, until we both cum so hard at the same time, our combined love pouring out of me, down our legs, and into the drain. Standing there, your cock still inside me, we each reach for a bar of soap and lather each other up. I cum again as I stroke your chest and your carress my boobs with your soapy hands. We continue to clean and fondle each other until we are each rinsed clean. You pull out of me, and we slowly get out of the shower. We towel ourselves off, barely able to resist the urge to grab each other's perfect bodies right then, but we realize that we need to go shopping.

You slide a pair of tight briefs on, covering your huge softie, while I snap one of my sheer custom-made bras on, pushing my breasts up ever so slightly. I then slip into a skirt and tanktop while you throw on some pants and a goofy T-shirt that you love to wear around. I tell you that I'm gonna get you looking stylish for once, and you laugh. "Anything for you, sweetie," you tell me skeptically.

We go downstairs, and get into your car. You start the car, and roll onto the street, as my hand slides against your thigh, softly squeezing your dick through your clothes. I tease you ever so slightly as you drive, until we get to the mall. We hold hands as we walk through the mall, a good number of people stopping to stare at us as we pass by. I pull you into a department store, and say, "Honey, I think we both need more clothes. How about we pick some stuff out for each other?" You nod, grinning seductively, and say that you need to grab some things for me. We kiss deeply, and you go off for a few minutes.

When we meet again, we each have a stack of clothes for each other to try. You ask me to try on my stuff first, and I agree. I go through your stack, and show off the swimsuits you picked (all of which are too tight in the top!), the blouses (unbuttoned), the tubetops and t-shirts (which don't always cover me quite right), the skirts and panties (not at the same time, though). You tell me that they all look great, and I smile. "Now it's your turn," I say coyly, leading you into a dressing room. You show off your boxers, briefs, and swim trunks gladly, posing and showing off your physique as you do so. I then pick out full outfits for you, and you model them for me too. We end up buying all of them for each other, and we walk out in new clothes, hand-picked by one-another. I am squeezed into a tube top and shorter skirt (with nothing underneath either), while you are wrapped in a sleek button-up shirt (only half-way done), and a pair of pretty tight slacks. I see you trying to hide your bulge, and tease it, making your cock stick out proudly in your pant leg. We continue to cruise the mall, pretending to be oblivious to the now constant attention drawn to us by men and ladies alike. We both realize the effect we're having on the other people, and are both excited by it. We briefly browse a few other stores, and pick up another goofy tee for you, and you pick up a cute purse for me, since I never remember to get it for myself. Our horomones raging by this point, you quickly get us home.

When we get back home, I pretend to feel weak-legged. Even though you know I'm fibbing, you play along, take me into your strong arms, and carry me up to the apartment, one hand carressing my bare pussy all the while. You lay me down on the couch, carefully draping my legs apart for some reason. I look at the clock, noticing that it's already late in the afternoon. Tossing our bags aside, you mention, "You know, I'm feeling hungry." I nod, responding, "Yeah, I could make dinner, if you want."

"Later," you say, approaching me, "I think I need a snack first." You come up to me between my legs, and lift my skirt, revealing my trimmed, fiery crotch. You bring yourself forward, and let the tip of your tongue flick against my clit while your hands carress my thighs and hips. I moisten inside quickly to the power of your tongue, arching my back and moaning, my toes curling and knees bending and unbending to your tempo. Your tongue glides into me, mixing about my insides, pushing me open, exploring every inch of my hot pussy. My juices flow onto your tongue, and you slowly, deliberately scoop out a heaping helping, and make me stare intensely as you draw your tongue in and take your first drink of my twat juices. "Mmmmm.......... you are as tasty as you are beautiful, baby," you growl strongly. My pussy begins to ache from the sound of your voice, and you see my pussy lips redden. You dive in, your tongue scooping my juices passionately. I moan louder and louder, bucking my hips softly. I sigh heavily and squeal your name as my pussy begins to pulsate, my juices flowing into your waiting, sucking mouth. My orgasm goes on for a full minute as you suck every drop of my ambrosia into your throat.