Crimson Crossing – Stories in Erotica

View Halloo at the Richmond

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Few beauties opaque the splendor of dense flora during the peak of the spring, including the rambunctious endless imagination of a captive mind all winter long… as those of us in snow friendly geographies can assure. I recall walking into Richmond Park that early May day freshly escaped from a historically generous snow season in my hometown. The sensory overload from lakes and ponds lined with evergreen azaleas in a collage of purple, red, burgundy, even some hybrid colours that shouldn’t have been there, aroused my mind from a winter long recession. Bee on azalea flowerI looked everywhere, nowhere and saw nothing and everything. It didn’t seem fair that the world yielded such neglect during frigid weather. Why wasn’t it like this always? All day, everyday, from midnight to noon… this is how I wanted it to be. I wanted the see sights of red deer laying about, foxes peeking through the shrubs long having forgotten the “View Halloos” of Henry the VIIIs hunting parties; I wanted to experience women revealing that spring beauty wasn’t limited to the biosphere but too, to the recherché of dresses beating about firm bodies as if bees encircling azaleas.

So was the setting under which we met at Richmond Park moments shy of 9 AM. The plan was to elude the onset of the type of sun-rays that vanish the smell of dawn for another 24 hours, taking with it the early morning dew that soaks nature after a good night of sleep. The preconditions were simple. I, as the gentleman in a “Royal” park, would lead. Her, unable to resist submissive desires, wouldn’t say a word, wouldn’t reject my whims and simply be part of a “stroll through the park”. I was still somewhat incoherent, baffled by the irony of regional climate until I saw her.

Shortly after noticing this paragon of a person heading in my direction, the picturesque setting affecting all my sensory “paraphernalia” disappeared in favor of her. I felt as if inside a bubble where I didn’t look because of vision, didn’t listen because of hearing, didn’t smell because of olfactory, didn’t taste because of gustation, didn’t feel because of touch, nor perceived the eminent because of premonition but because there at that moment all my intentions augmented the world I was about to experience: I was being, zen if you will.

She walked slowly, left hand holding onto an exaggerated wide brim hat being pulled from time to time by a flirtatious breeze, long strap sandals on her right hand – I’m sure to feel nature’s night residue against her feet, and cotton floral summer dress exposing her shoulders while clinging onto her shapely chest. She smiled all along. Enjoying the movement towards a destination. I stood there in resemblance of the foreigner I was. Alien to both the nature and scattered crowd around. I belonged to a modern Victorian period –unknowingly paying homage to the past of the Richmond Park; a tall top hat, three rings shaped as such out of eating utensils on the my hands, a fitted faint-burgundy long sleeve shirt, a Steampunk corset, slim jeans and a pair calf-height boots strapped to one another by the laces hanging over my shoulder, revealing a set of super hero socks of various colours. Never mind my tri-colour beard alluding to infancy having been left behind decades ago. All I needed was a pipe, a piece of paper and a plume to create the next forgettable essay.

She waved from a distance acknowledging me. I smiled, tipping my hat in response.

I slide my right hand between my chest and laces of my boots, dropping them on the floor. She replied by dropping her sandals on the continued journey. Towards one another we pressed until I the distance was close enough for the back of my left hand reached her cheek… destined to the back of her upper neck where the head meets it. The momentum of our motion completed our union. A dainty collision met our bodies, thereby too, locking our lips. I pressed forward with my hand behind her neck fully notifying her that the wait was over. Her hands flat against my chest grasped alertly to my vest. The depth of exhalations filled the air… we were to move forward with my unquestioned despotism over her physique.

Button by button her dress gave to gravity. It nearly exploded upon impact with the floor, or so I felt by the near thunderous response of my beating heart as I realized little else but her skin tone resisted my desires. Kissing never ceased once, even when my jeans found their way around my ankles, freeing the invigorated body about to be appeased. Her hands easily slid down, grasping me, squeezing me, gently stroking me… “the girth made just for her,” I said within my mind. I laid her down on her back, kneeling over her hamstrings, staring down at her physique. Studying the shape of her eyes, the curvature of her lips, the perk of her chest, the soft of her stomach leading down to her supple self.

“Can the fresh of nature be said to be this nurturing,” I whispered softly.

Slow descent of my finger from her mouth -much after she gently aroused it with her mouth, touching the very same areas just enjoyed by my sight.

I spoke as she knew I would.

“Your lips will foresight to the cum spilling from your mouth, resting on your chin just before coming to rest on your breast.”

Nothing but an innocent glance back into my eyes was her response. With it announcing her favorable agreement to my disposition (I still see that stare at night when I close my eyes. I hear her revealing “I’m all yours”). I grabbed her hands to place them on my cock; with both hands on me she jerked, staring at me, repeatably pulling forward and releasing me to her the sound of my abdomen being smacked with myself.

I turned her around, spread her legs, she gasped. “Mhm, Mhm,” how sweet the sound of want emerging from her.

Laying over her body, I separated her buttocks to place myself between the cheeks, lowering my torso to meet her shoulders for my lips to touch. I swayed my hips accommodating myself in multiple positions searching to touch of her skin pressed against all of my cock, wrapping it, warming it like a woolen blanket in cold cabin. I maneuvered my way southward to where my mouth finally replaced the position my aroused self had been just moments ago. I squeezed her butt now and again, too spanking it loud enough to gain the attention of bystanders. Placing my legs in between her legs, I forced her legs opened wide enough to where the mist of the night was visible right on her pussy. I spanked, and again…. quick, anxious shallow breadths, she audible over and over. Her ass shaking in what I consider the resistance of her morality to what she was allowing to happen.

Lust seeped from her, the saturation of my hand was proof of it. She glistened like sin cared by angels. The colours, shapes, contour of all her glory begged to be attacked. I took a deep breadth, spanked her pussy on last time, then ran my cock from her clitoris upwards, splitting her beauty right through the middle, collecting on my head the allure of her aroma.

“Fuck! I am going to punish you for spreading out in the open with the public as alibi of your indiscretion. Sway your ass for me to watch the unrest of your pussy,” I commanded her.

I fully slid into her with a quick thrust to where my pelvis met her rear. I was all in to the harmony of my balls smashing against her. Thrusting, withdrawing repeatedly then… slowly out. I was soaked, wet, her whitish residue smeared throughout the full of my body. I walked around her face, adjusted myself, smacked myself against her face, “Open and suck, Clean your lust from my dick!” A tender slap to her face. “There, there, all the way in!” By the time I had return to a view of myself being swallowed by her pussy two officers stood above us. She look straight into the ground not moving the least of visible details as if an infant playing peek-a-boo under the impression that not seeing the person makes one too, disappear.

“Mate, it is illegal to fornicate in public. I fear this will cost you.”

I sat up on her hamstrings again. “Look down,” *SPANK* on her pussy. “Sway your ass for the officers, honey,” I requested. “See that? Now watch it swallow my Richard! Watch closely as that vibrant body spreads to the sides for me taste her glory.” I grasped myself with the left hand, spread her with my right and slowly slide inside of her. *SPANK*, *SPANK*, *SPANK*… “Officer, come down a bit and watch my hands mark against her ass, watch how I effortlessly slide in and out. Can you imagine how tight she feels? She’s supple, tender, a full accompaniment for a throbbing member.” The tall officer tried to touch, I smacked his hand. “You may watch but not touch!”

Sitting on her legs I moved my ass to and fro, causing myself to withdraw almost completely from her, just to insert me right back in. Her hands grasped onto the grass as if preventing herself from falling from great heights. She was panting, slowly and steadily… finally unable to remain looking down, she looked to the side, exposing her sculpted lips. The second officer noticed. “Oh, my. Let’s not arrest her,” said the guardian of justice. “I tell you what,” I said. I’ll have you witness her submissive desires. But, you’ll have to pull your cocks and cum for her.”

It took very little reasoning to be escorted into a more secluded area. There I squatted her, she dripped out… I stood in front of her, telling her to open wide. “Be a good girl, let the authorities standing here see the beauty of cum dripping from those lips.” She opened and I pierced her mouth, holding onto the back of her head to prevent her from freely reacting. I shoved in, she gagged; I shoved in, she coughed; I shoved in; her eyes teared; I shoved in; she struggled to breathe. The officers stood close to her face as if hoping to get into the action.

“Do you like what you see? Get closer, close enough for her to feel you near her face, near her mouth, to almost unload on her and if need be, your cum inadvertently smear about her face, her lips, her persona. The harder they beat themselves, the longer I held her with my cock fully immersed in her mouth… “See her lips tightly wound around me, see how wet she makes me!”

Woman walking awayAs we came is how we left… I stood back watching her disappear into the distance. Officers long gone… the Richmond Park again increasing in beauty the farther away she got from my senses.

When I breathe deeply, it is the aroma of her pussy during that May morning that I smell. When I day dream is to the vision of her ass staring back at me moist, tender, raw… ready to be consumed that makes me smile.

Author: jibarican

https://crimsoncrossing.wordpress.com

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