Ahh, Sunday morning.  It was a cool and glorious morning throughout all of
Southern California.  Since I moved here from New Jersey more than five years
ago, February has become my favorite month - when it comes to the weather.
Besides a couple of rainstorms - which really do not bother me - the weather here
is perfect this time of year.  Not too hot, not too cold; just... perfect.

As I lay in bed, the alarm clock next to me read 9:50am. February may be my
favorite month, but Sunday is my favorite day of the week.  A day off from work! 
Sunday is always a time to relax and have fun - at least in my mind. Looking to
my right, I noticed bright rays of sunshine were sneaking between the window
blinds.  There wasn't a cloud in the sky; it was completely blue.  I could hear
the birds chirping outside.  Yes.  It was a glorious morning. A smile appeared on
my face as I remembered the previous evening with my fiancee.  Very good - and
erotic - memories swirled throughout my head.  Lisa and I had made sweet love for
at least two hours before finally falling asleep.

Sometimes, I have to wonder to myself if Lisa will ever wear me out - sexually
speaking.  But on the other hand, I hope she TRIES to wear me out.  Of course,
that would mean MORE sex for me.  I have no objections to that.  ;>

As I continued to lounge in bed, I wondered where Lisa was.  She was not in bed
with me; but her "spot" next to me was quite warm.  Ahhh, I told myself.  My
fiancee must have just gotten out of bed a few minutes before I woke up.  She was
probably in the kitchen, fixing something to eat for a late breakfast or early
lunch. Curious, I slid out of bed and threw on a pair of black trousers, followed
by a black shirt.  After running a brush through my hair, I walked out of the
bedroom - barefoot - in search of my precious fiancee. As I had previously
thought, Lisa was in the kitchen. Standing at the counter, she was busy slicing
some tomatoes for one of her "special" salads.  Wearing just an oversized
night-shirt and a pair of socks, Lisa's head darted around for a quick second
when she heard me enter the kitchen. Her eyes back on the slicing job in front of
her, Lisa let out a tiny giggle as I slid up behind her.  Then, I hooked one arm
around her waist, and gently pulled her body close to mine.  I love any type of
contact with her. "Hello Jeremy," Lisa snickered.  I could tell that she was in a
good mood.  So was I.  That was perfect, too. "Hello yourself, Lisa."  I slid my
other arm around her waist as well.  "And just how is my little sweetheart doing
on this glorious morning?" "Fine," she giggled.  Then, Lisa pressed herself
against me a bit harder.  Perhaps she was still feeling a bit frisky from our
evening of heated passion?

I already knew the answer to that question.

Unable to resist the temptation, I moved my right hand up to her chin, then
turned her face toward mine.  Lisa sighed contently as I pressed my mouth against
hers, offering her a sweet kiss.  Meanwhile, my left hand rubbed and caressed the
side of her hip.  "Last night was wonderful," I whispered in her ear, after the
kiss was broken. Lisa moaned gently while gyrating her bottom in a very
suggestive manner against my pelvis.  Without a doubt, she was still feeling
frisky.  "I agree," was her soft response. "I agree, 100%," she added, before
finding my lips with her own and kissing me again. The deep, tongue-to-tongue
kiss heated my senses up in a QUICK hurry.  Wrapping both arms around her
stomach, I pulled Lisa hard against me and gasped, "I want you.  I want you
again.  Right now!"

Lisa dropped the knife she was using for the tomatoes, then turned around and
embraced me.  My lips found hers, then we shared our deepest kiss of the morning
thus far. Holding her tightly, I relished the feel of Lisa's full breasts
pressing hard against my chest.  Our mouths still locked together in a hot
exchange, I managed to guide her out of the kitchen - and into the adjacent
living room. After walking Lisa over to the sofa, I reached down and got rid of
its two end pillows.  Our mouths still attached as one, I pulled Lisa down into a
seated position on the sofa with me.  This was what I wanted. My 20-year-old
fiancee moaned with erotic delight as I tilted my head and kissed her even
deeper.  My tongue drove into the far reaches of her mouth, tasting and sampling
its sweet recesses.  Lisa, as usual, responded in kind by meeting the intensity
of my advances with her very own. For about a minute longer, both of us continued
to share one of our deepest and most soul-touching kisses ever. "I love you," was
my whisper, once the kiss was broken. Our foreheads touching, I aligned my brown
eyes directly with Lisa's, then stared at her for several seconds.  In return,
she did the same to me. "I love you, too," was her eventual reply. A little smile
came to my face as I brought a finger up to her mouth.  Lisa puckered her lips
together, then grinned herself as I gently traced the outline of her mouth with a
fingertip.  Her lips were wet from our heated kiss. "What am I gonna to do?" I
smiled at her.  "I just can't keep my hands off of you.  You're my addiction. 
What in the world will I EVER do, Miss Lisa?  What?" Knowing that I was teasing
her, Lisa snickered and said, "What are you gonna to do?  Give in to your
temptations!" My finger still touching her mouth, I chuckled at her response. 
"Give in to my temptations?  Oh... you would like that.  Wouldn't you, Miss Lisa?
 You would like that a LOT." She grinned and shyly replied, "I would LOVE it."
"So would I," I smiled, before pressing my lips to hers and offering yet another
deep-rooted kiss. In the process, I moved both hands to her bottom and cupped it
firmly through the oversized night-shirt she wore. But seconds later, I felt Lisa
pry my right hand away from her bottom.  Still kissing me, she brought that hand
up to her left breast and held it there. Knowing what my fiancee wanted, I
squeezed the side of her breast and offered it several quick pumps as our kiss
continued.  My left hand started to squeeze and pinch her bottom in unison with
my right, which worked on her breast. Soon, Lisa was squirming against me.  She
liked this.  In fact, Lisa liked this - ALMOST as much as I did. With both hands,
I eventually reached down and pulled the oversized night-shirt she wore up past
her waistline. Our mouths still locked together, my fingers sought and found the
fabric of a tiny white g-string.  I hooked part of it with my right index finger,
and pulled outward. Lisa moaned and sighed in pure delight as I broke the kiss
and attacked her neck with my lips.  I offered the delicate flesh of her neck
angel kiss after angel kiss; giving it gentle licks and swipes with with my
tongue in the process.  Lisa LOVES it when I pay homage to her neck. It is a REAL
sensitive area of her body. While palming her breasts with both hands, I could
tell that Lisa was not wearing a bra underneath her night-shirt. Thus, I deftly
squeezed and pinched her nipples through the fabric - which elicited a series of
squeals from her. Meanwhile, Lisa's hands were running wild upon my back.
Sensations and tingles of pleasure echoed throughout me as her long fingernails
tickled my shoulder blades and back. Slowly, I detracted from her neck and moved
my lips down to her left breast.  I gave it a simple kiss through the
night-shirt, then rubbed and tickled my nose over and across its nipple.  Lisa
giggled in response - she liked this. My hands started to resume their pumping
action upon her breasts once my mouth went lower.  I kissed her stomach through
the cotton fabric, then rubbed the side of my face against that area.  Lisa
reached down with both of her hands and lovingly cradled my head as I continued
my descent. With the oversized night-shirt bunched up around her waist, I finally
reached the end of it.  Now able to kiss some skin again, I pressed my lips
against her waistline and flicked my tongue over and across it in rapid-fire
succession.  I still wanted to go lower, though. I pushed the night-shirt even
higher - up to her midriff in fact - then gently tugged away at her G-string. 
Lisa squirmed in delight, then scooted forward on the sofa, only to lay down upon
her back.  She knew what I wanted. Her feet upon the sofa, Lisa placed her knees
high in the air and parted them wide as I slipped her G-string down and off. 
Ahh, I said to myself.  Nestled between her succulent thighs was the treat I had
been waiting for.  Pink and pretty, her womanly slit looked most delicious to me.

Almost every time Lisa and I make love together, she will perform oral sex on me.
 Lisa LOVES giving me a complete and thorough blowjob.  However, I only perform
oral sex on her every now and then.  Lisa never really asks for it - even though
I can tell that she enjoys it.  She will ask me to do other things to her,
though. The reason I say this is because, during this particular session, I was
intent on providing her with some hot oral pleasure.  This was going to be one of
those rare occasions when Lisa did not wrap her pouty lips around my erection,
and give it the royal treatment - as ONLY she can.

Holding a finger to her damp nether lips, I flicked it across the area of
delicate skin.  Lisa squirmed beneath me, in pure arousal.  I liked that.  I was
making her feel good. REAL good, in fact. Now, I wanted to tease her a little
bit.  She has teased me a COUNTLESS number of times in the past.  "What do you
want me to do, sweetheart?" I whispered, still tickling her sweet spot with my
fingertip. "Oh Jeremy..." she moaned, still squirming, "you know..." "No, I don't
know..." I teased her.  "Come on, tell me what you want me to do..." Lisa let out
a sharp gasp and returned, "Oh, Jeremy... I want you to... want you to... eat
me." I inserted a finger into her damp slit and began to gently thrust it
in-and-out.  "Eat you?"  I was still teasing her.  Hey... this was fun.  "Eat you
where?" Lisa smacked her right hand upon the edge of the sofa. She didn't want to
say it.  It's a `bad word', in her book. "Eat me... down there..." "Where, down
there?" I whispered.  "Say it." "OHHHH..."  She let out a loud shreik as I
inserted a second finger into the mix.  Now, two fingers were busy pumping
themseleves in-and-out of her.   "OHHHH... eat me... eat my... pussy..."  I had
broken her defense.  It really wasn't that difficult.  Lisa says a lot of things
during passion which usually do not come out of her mouth. "Ahhhh..." I grinned. 
"That's what you want me to eat. I see, I see..."

Still pumping two fingers into her silken opening, I extended my tongue and gave
the area a full, sweeping lick. In response, Lisa cried out and arched her back
high into the air.  I found her right hand with my left, up beside her waist, and
gripped it.  Lisa squeezed my hand in return... when I perform oral sex, she
likes it when I hold her hand. Soon, both of my fingers were joined by my tongue
within her silken crevice.  Still thrusting the fingers into her, I burrowed my
tongue deep inside - tasting and sampling her. It was intoxicating - to say the
least.  Deeper and deeper my tongue burrowed - and deeper and deeper Lisa's moans
and cries of passion became. Feasting upon her womanly delights, I felt Lisa
squeeze my hand even tighter.  She squirmed and writhed in lust beneath me, while
moans and sharp gasps continued pouring out from within deep within her throat.
As my tongue began to work in rapid-fire succession upon her gooey slit, I
realized that Lisa was extremely close to an orgasm.  Wanting to bring her that
pleasure, I flicked and raked my tongue even faster within her. "You like this,
don't you?" I mumbled against her slit. "OH YES..." Lisa groaned in response. 
"YES, I DOOOOO..." My tongue shifted into yet another higher gear, and this time
I was determined to make her explode in climax.  Not surprisingly, I was
successful in my attempt.  Lisa arched her neck and back high into the air, then
wailed in pure and utter lust as she experienced a ferocious orgasm.

In the aftermath of her explosive climax, Lisa's body shook and shimmered beneath
me in a passionate glow.  I eventually withdrew my head from the silken joining
of Lisa's thighs, only to move upward and cup her lovely face with my hands.  Her
expression was golden; full of bliss. Knowing I made her feel that way, I was
very happy. While tugging at several strands of her long blonde hair, I gently
moved down and pecked her cheek with a kiss.  "I love you, Lisa," were my soft
words. In response, my fiancee encircled my body with her arms, then pulled me
down to her.  "I love you too, Jeremy," she said, as we settled into a mutual
embrace upon the sofa.

Yes, indeed... it was a glorious morning.