La Petite Mort

Walking along the path
To the secluded cemetery
I take your hand in mine
And smile at you lovingly
As we come upon the gate
I see the lust in your eyes
As we reach our favorite tombstone
You beckon to me
To join you on the grass
You spread out our blanket
And I lie down next to you
Your hands brush across my face
Bringing my lips closer to yours
Until, finally, they touch
Your tongue gently probes my mouth
And begins to dance with mine
In a most passionate manner
We break away from our embrace
And stare at each other coyly
Your eyes begin to twinkle
As your hand reaches for
The top button on my shirt
As it comes unbuttoned
You gaze at my pale flesh
Your tongue encircling my skin
As it covers the second button
And gently opens it
This is repeated until
My shirt is completely undone
Allowing you to gaze
At my milky flesh
I smile shyly at you
For I know what is next
You kneel before me
Kissing my boots
Before slipping them off of me
Next comes my stockings
As you slide them
Down my thighs
You are surprised to see
That there is nothing covering
Your orgasmic portal
Hidden beneath my skirt
Now you seek to remove
The only article of clothing
That separates you
From your wanton desires
Sliding the material
Down across my hips
It finally reaches the ground
Still laying down
I wait patiently
For you to fulfill
Your slave duties
You kiss me passionately, but briefly
I know you can no longer suppress
The urge to taste my femininity
Once again on your knees
You gaze at that
Which is before you
Your Mistress
Whom it is your honor to serve
Acknowledging this
You start to slowly lick
My inner thigh
Thus igniting my fire
You came dangerously close
To my organ of pleasure
That throbs as it waits
To be tasted by your tongue
Realizing this
You decide to appease me
You plead with me
To spread my legs a bit wider
So that you can fully please me
As you inch forward
I can feel your breath
On my moistening flesh
When your tongue finally touches me
I feel a wave of explosion
As every nerve in my body
Suddenly has a synapse
Reaching under me
And grabbing my hips
You push your face
Even deeper
Into the tight wetness
As you begin to
Trace my slit
Up and down
I grab your hands
And place them on my chest
You squeeze your other
Organs of pleasure
Wanting to be fully satisfied
I demand that you
Sit up and brace yourself
Against the tombstone
As you do so
I grab the tombstone
As a means of support
While I slowly squat down
Covering your masculinity
With the wonderful juices
Flowing out of me
I keep a steady rhythm
While you watch me
Taking every inch of you into me
With each up and down movement
I see your face contort
As you scream that you
Are orgasming
As you cum into my dripping wet hole
I cum all over your thick shaft
And as we look into each other's eyes
We both think the same thought:
"What a beautiful consummation
On this, our wedding day"