“Grune Fantasy #13”
By RD Rivero
Dear Grune,
The crazed stare of your fearsome, warrior’s eyes almost
completely mask the true nature of your gentle heart. Oh how you look at me like a madman, lips all curled as if you’d
growl- but it doesn’t work on me, I know you too well. You can hide from the world entire, but you
can’t hide from me. I know from the
moment you see me that you, my so, so fierce puma, purr like a kitty cat under
that gruff shell.
Smiling, you take off your studded cap- strands of your
black mane unfurl around your shoulders.
I come up to greet you, holding the strong firm sides of your ribs,
wrapping you in my arms. Our bodies
pres together and as our heads rub in that embrace, I pull your hair back and
pet intimately the nape of your neck.
You purr loudly, shoving me closer to you as if melting us into one.
I say that I love you while you tease my lips with your
tongue. You push me back playfully and
for endless moments I stare in awe at the aching, stirring throbs that pulsate
in your loins. I pat your firm bulge
and lean into you to kiss the soft flesh of your chin.
You begin to undress for me. First to go, of course, are your leather gloves. I just adore your soft, worn hands. So masculine, so feminine. Second, the guards of your upper biceps and
shoulders come off- at last your arms are naked for me. I take your hands in mine and give them a
gentle squeeze. I let my fingers roam
about the shape and contour of your beefy muscles. Playfully you flex while I fondle your furry flesh and palm your
well-toned definitions. You let me kiss
your tensed biceps- as if you had a choice- we both gasp out of breath.
In a single, fluid motion, you take off your shirt and
shower me with gorgeous views of your burly chest. I salivate at the sight of your supple hide. I cannot resist the overwhelming urge to
worship you with my hands and lips and, as I see your pronounced tent and rapid
breathing, I know that you cannot hold out for much longer.
Almost on my knees I embrace you again, my head low on your
beautifully developed chest. Rubbing my
palms on your pecs, I locate your nipples and play with those delicate little
parts, teasing them with kisses, bathing them with my tongue. You moan like an animal, you thrust lightly,
in tandem to the pleasures coursing through your engorged firmness, your stiff
cock that I’m sure itches as if licked by flames.
Again you pull me away but this time slowly, reluctantly as
you hump. So little is left that
separates me from your ultimate vulnerability.
You press a hand over your crotch and with the other you pull down your
shorts. Cupping your shrinking ball
sack, you present me your attention-starved erection.
My little Grunie, I say to your rigid seven inches as I kiss
the exposed tip of your dick head in greeting.
The dark, brown skin of your shaft hides pulsating veins under tufts of
fur. I roll back your foreskin and
bring to light your raw, purplish glans.
Upon my fingers’ contact, in the act of retracting your silky hood, your
balls scrunch up close to your body and shiver up and down in anticipation.
The musky scent from your sweet toys drives me wild. I lick your pole all over until it glimmers
in wetness. You tremble while your hips
rock- you yell out something unrecognizable.
I grab hold of your cock in my fist and pump it slowly. Your guttural sounds are a mix of moans and
very heavy breathing. I stroke you
faster and faster. Your seed boils as
it passes through your inner parts. I
ease your knobby head into my mouth and suck on your stiffness.
At the end you cannot control your humping gyration- it is
far too in-tune to the rhythm of my up and down oral worship.
I see your eyes roll back and before you say it I already
know you can sense you’re about to cum.
I know you can feel your pent-up spunk cramming into the base of your
cock. And while you’re lost in that
oblivion of utter euphoria, you don’t notice that I’ve gotten up or that I
stand behind you.
Nudging my head over your shoulder, I wrap an arm around
your waist and with my free hand I grab onto your dick. In my fist I rub you while you squirt your
seed. Quick pulses of white-hot cum
stream out of the hole of your tip. You
gasp and shiver with each penile throb until your load’s spent and your warm
cock begins to deflate.
The untamed glare gone from your eyes, you collapse into my
arms like the kitten that you are, my fearless puma. I love you, you say, as sleep gently conquers you. In my ear you whisper, I love you.
Your One and Only,
Jagga
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