When Barb moved to Portland I had no idea my life would undergo such a dramatic change. Looking back, I saw myself living a routine existence, getting married, having children, working until I was sixty-five and then retiring. I realize now that I would not have been living my life to its full potential. When I began making love to Ping it was more than sex. I know it might sound odd but it wasn’t just sex to me. It became a metamorphosis or perhaps a rebirth. The bland caterpillar Katherine changed into the glorious, self-assured woman Barb somehow knew lurked beneath my plain exterior. I’d only met Ping a few hours earlier, so maybe it wasn’t Ping herself that I was falling in love with. Possibly it was the idea that I was more than just someone’s second thought in a relationship. I didn’t have to satisfy someone else before getting what I wanted. The pleasure I received from Ping made me want to return the favor. No arguments, no negotiating, just a mutual feeling between the two of us that I was glad to reciprocate. I didn’t feel guilty at all. I think there’s an abyss between feeling wanted or desired, like a new toy at Christmas you’ve been craving for and the feeling that you’re a familiar stuffed animal, always there, comfortable and safe. I definitely had that desired feeling with Ping. I’d caught my breath from the intense orgasm Ping had just given me. The slight intoxication I felt with the wine had Escort Çukurambar been replaced with an intense feeling of desire to please the woman who now lay naked next to me. Still unsure if I could reciprocate the pleasure she had bestowed upon on me, I knew I was under no pressure to do so. I was going to try regardless because I wanted to, not because I had to. We laid together as one; I nuzzled her neck building up my courage. I had performed a similar but different act with Michael, something I had done for the wrong reasons. The night with Ping had been one of never dreamed of passion. I was about to do something I’d never thought possible, I was going to make love to a woman. I stopped nuzzling her neck and proceeded kissing down her svelte body. My lips pausing at her breasts for a brief interlude of sucking and teasing. I enjoyed her nipples in my mouth, it almost felt primal. It was fun playing with them, seeing and feeling her reaction as she delighted in my experimenting. She squirmed a bit, encouraging me with her moans and whispers of compliments on my expertise. For someone who hadn’t sucked on a woman’s breast since she was a year old, I obviously was doing something right. As my confidence grew, my lust for her renewed to the heights it had been a few short minutes before. Traveling down her tummy, I again stopped to think. I was pondering what I was about demetevler escort to do when I should have just followed my passion. She must have sensed my hesitation, she placed her fingers in my hair drawing my hair up and out. Her fingers sifted my sweaty locks for few moments then gently pushed me down to the “promised land”. I came back to life and focused on her body. The reluctance I briefly felt passed as I licked and kissed her sweet skin from her belly button to the area just above her mound. Upon reaching her trimmed “landing strip” I heard a whispered, “Yes, my kitten.” That was all it took to push the iota of doubt in my mind to somewhere it would never return. I licked her landing strip as if I were a real kitten lapping up a bowl of sweet cream. My tongue slipped easily into her wetness. The movement evoked a moan and a “YES” in Chinese, I assumed. I was delighted with her taste which reminded me of tasting myself on her lips moments before. She spread her long, toned legs further apart allowing me full access. I placed one hand around her leg as an anchor. The other reached up to massage her breast and play with her nipple. I sat up a bit so my tongue could dive deep within her sweet folds. Both of us were getting worked up again. My sucking and mouthing her pussy was better than I imagined. Her warm juices flowed freely over my cheeks giving me a naughty dikmen escort bayan feeling, but it was a good naughty. I noticed each time I pinched her nipple her sweetness met my face with a bit more enthusiasm. My tongue darted in and out of her, which stirred a renewed passion within me. I savored her being with all of my senses. The feel of her body, the scent of her musk, the sounds of her arousal wonderful to me. Her writhing and encouragement rekindled the fire within me, I was ready to orgasm again and it felt fantastic. I stiffened my tongue, inserting it in her like a small penis. Moving it inside, sliding it up and down, in circles, every way I could possibly move it to bring her to climax. Her words weren’t always in English but I got the idea she was enjoying it. I moved my hands back to my sides, wondering if my tongue might not be enough for my jade princess. I managed to place one finger next to my tongue within her. The other hand pressed flat on the bed. I inserted my index finger delicately under her hood near her clit. I heard a gasp and again something in Chinese. She planted her feet on the bed lifting her ass in the process. In a deep primitive voice she asked me to go lower. I wasn’t quite sure what she meant so I swept my finger in her pussy down towards the bed. Her response was another “Lower.” I kept it against her body tracing her skin with my fingertip. I was guiding it to her rosebud which seemed like what she wanted. When my finger brushed over it, her whole body shuddered. I massaged it as I continued slurping at her wetness. During one convulsion she blurted out, “Inside… Kitten please, inside.” I did as instructed by my jade princess, pushing my moist digit through her opening.