Blasfemy

Song of Solomon 1:2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.1:16 Behold, thou art fair, my beloved, yea, pleasant: also our bed is green.

I did not realize how much attention you were paying when I gave you details of my life. I had a routine. I would wake up at a certain hour every single day. I did chauffeuring in the mornings and in the afternoon. You knew what time I would go to work and when I would stop working. I told you about my weekend activities as well. You knew what time Church started and what time it ended. You knew at what time I would be available at my house.

After our last encounter on a Sabbath, I had longed to have you again. It was hard to focus on God's word when I was only truly thinking about you. Certain Saturdays I did feel bad about it. But there were other Saturdays in which I engulfed with these perverse notions of you. I shared them with you. Little did I know these moments where I was teasing you, you were actually you taking notes for our next encounter.

It was one of those Saturdays where I was just following the routine. There was no additional recreational activities to follow. I was looking forward to going home and relaxing. Of course, I was telling you every move I made. I just wanted to receive correspondence from you. And with every message sent, it had reaffirmed your situation. My situation was very predictable as well. Once we crossed the threshold, my husband was complaining about how tired he was. He added how he needed a nap. He dragged himself up the steps and I knew that nap was going to be a long one. I had changed into some workout leggings and a t-shirt. I was going to spend my time in the living room like I normally did. I was growing a little restless and started to feed myself the idea of taking a nap as well. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I thought my hearing was playing games with me. I wasn't expecting any packages. I open the door with my gaze looking down towards the floor. And then I saw feet. I look up it's you. You were at my doorstep. I was shocked. You cover my mouth and push me inside my home.

My mind was racing with questions. I absolutely thought you had lost your mind. My husband was upstairs sleeping. It was broad day light. The neighbors could have seen you. You grabbed my face and kissed me as the door shut behind you. Oh how I have longed for that kiss. I felt your breathing. I felt my breathing. I stepped away from you for 2 seconds to grab my cell phone and I pulled you deeper into my home. We passed a little hallway between the living room and kitchen. You saw my dining room area. We turn in to where the half bathroom is located and I opened the basement door. You followed me. We would go down the steps and you shut the door behind you. We reached the final step to the basement doors and I was awestruck by your presence. Do I even question you? You were making my fantasies come true. You stepped close to me and embraced me. You ran your fingers around my waistband of my leggings. And I felt you tug on my pants. You slid them down them toward my knees. You lowered yourself right in front of my meaty clam. You place a gentle kiss right on its surface. I was in shock. I stumbled and fell back on my steps.

"Even better, " you stated. You finished pulling off one of the pant legs leaving me naturally spread open to you. Another gentle kiss is placed on me. You rubbed my thighs as your face went deeper into my mound. It did not take long to get me wet. Your touch had perfectly learned my body. Even on the stairs, you provoked my body to arch. My head tilted back. I bit my lip to avoid moaning. My hand placed itself on the back of your head. I couldn't help to grind my pussy in you face. I felt your tongue more between my clit and my entrance. I felt your tongue fuck me. You wanted to make me come. You always made sure I came. Your tongue tagged your finger to enter me. I had to cover my own my mouth so that I wouldn't let out the moan that would tremble though the walls of the house. I know it would wake my husband up.

You continued to finger me. You would change the way you do it keeping my body on edge. I felt how deep you were going. You would then go shallow. You had started with one finger. Then you pushed into me another finger. The intense desire was overflowing my being. I started rubbing on my own breasts. The shallow penetration became deep again. While you were deep in me, I felt your fingers move up and down and then side to side. It was getting harder to maintain composure. I felt like you were starting to lose your composure as well. I was about to bust on your face. Then you suddenly stopped. It was a blessing and a curse at the same time. I wanted to get mad at you for stopping, but I wanted to thank you for not making me scream an orgasm. You stood up and I watched you about to undo your pants. I saw the bulge awaiting to do something. I wanted that delicious penis inside of me. I couldn't help myself, and I spoke. "Yes fuck me." You were looking forward to me talking dirty to you in my house with my husband a couple of stories away from us.

I heard something go thump. We both paused. I heard another noise. Did my husband wake up? My eyes opened widely. My phone pinged. "Where are you?" It was my husband who woke up. I replied, "I'm just in the basement. Are you coming down?" "Not yet," was the replied that saved me from disaster. My selfish needs kicked and I couldn't leave that hardened dick without it being kissed. I got close to you. I reached for your penis. You assisted me in whipping your manhood out of your pants. There was no foreplay for you. I stuck it in my mouth and pushed your manhood towards the back of my throat.

You pushed my head into your member. My eyes watered as I wasn't ready to take all that meat. You took control of my mouth. You gave my mouth short quick thusts. Then you would push your dick deep in my mouth. You were breathing deeply as well. You're aiming to have a quick orgasm. The rush of getting caught was exciting to you. The fact that I was willing to play along made it even more exciting. Excitement was building for you. You held my head steady as you continued to thursted you penis into my orifice.

"What a good girl," you stated in a heavy breath. All I could do was take it. There was that subtle feeling of choking on your cock. But I wanted you to come. I would love that. I was enticed to have your sweet nectar oozing down the back of my throat. The adrenaline took this encounter to another level. I suddenly felt the warm creamy goodness hit my tonsel as you moaned with relief. I was not ready for this type of dessert but I engulfed every bit of vitamin D you provided for me. As you pulled out of my mouth, there was a little string of semen and saliva that followed. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. You smiled at you.

You had to leave. I never thought I wanted you out of my house. Every minute that passed was a minute closer to getting caught. You fixed your pants. I fixed myself. I headed up the basement stairs first. I opened the door and I stuck my head outside the door to see if the coast was clear. You followed me. You pinched my ass. You were still frisky? I shook my head as I looked back at you. We made it to the first floor. I grabbed your hand and with haste we walked passed the kitchen and living room. We finally reached the door. I opened it. Although I wanted the goodbye kiss, I was pushing you out. Suddenly, you pulled me passed the threshold and let your lips smack onto of mine.

You stepped away off my porch and headed towards your car that was parked in the communal parking spots. You zoomed out of the neighborhood leaving me in a state of bliss. I felt juvenile with our little accomplishment. As I entered the house, I first heard his footsteps. Then I saw his feet coming down the steps. "What are you doing?" My husband asked. "I was just checking the mail," I replied. The husband made it to the bottom of the steps and I walked by him. I continued my day of Sabbath.