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Dimples of Venus

I never wanted to devour a man more in my entire life.

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"You should not feed bread to them, you know," his voice was raspy, quite boyish which made me look up at his face.

He was tall. His eyes a little sunken which looked intentional. His face appeared pale.

"Why?" I asked scattering the remaining pieces of bread to the pigeons.

"You are depleting them of nutrients," he stated as if he was expecting my question.

When I didn't show much enthusiasm, he continued, "Flour from bread will only fill their stomach leaving no space for whatever they might eat for other nutrients."

"They don't get anything else to eat either way," I said, leaning back against the bench on which I was sitting.

"True," he said and went to sit on an adjacent bench, a mere foot away from mine.

He looked like a puppy to me. Someone whose intentions are always kind but might get misunderstood.

"So... what do you suggest I bring for them?" I tried.

"Some seeds."

"What kind?"

"Any kind."

"Really?"

I thought maybe he was loosing interest in our conversation but then again, he sat looking straight ahead at the pigeons who fruitlessly pecked on the ground.Dimples of Venus фото

"Do you come here often?" I asked.

"Mhm," he said.

"This time around? Daily?"

"Often," he said.

I was intrigued to say the least.

"No more bread. Alright," I said and picked up my book and purse in my arms.

When I saw I wasn't going to receive any adieus, I got up and left.

I was only able to return two days later. He was there. He wore a different jacket today. His hood was off so I saw his hair. It wasn't black, not brown either. They looked so fragile, so soft, so.... I took my seat on the bench, mere foot away from his.

My feet crushed a few rotten leaves, the moisture making an embarrassing squelch, which made me crunch my nose in disgust. He didn't react, so I guess he didn't mind.

The pigeons sensed my presence and came walking towards me in a flock of six or seven. I pull out a mixture of wheat and sunflower seeds from my purse and scattered it on the ground. This made him look my way and then at me.

The pigeons looked puzzled, almost suspicious but gave those seeds a try. Suddenly, as if some secret message passed between them, ten or more them came flying towards me. They looked so content as if I offered juice to someone who had only ever tasted water.

I dumped all my seeds across the ground to divert the birds before I meet his eyes.

"Coffee?" I asked.

He looked as if he didn't understand, so I let him churn his gears.

He gave a thoughtful nod.

The pigeons were forgotten when I stood up with my purse in hand.

"Now?" he asked.

I gave a thoughtful nod.

We began walking. I avoided the rotten leaves on the side of the road and he walked two steps behind me.

My favorite coffee shop had never seen me alone so they didn't assume much when I took a seat towards the centre of the shop, which most people avoid but I liked. When all people sit at the windows and closer to walls, the centre becomes the most secluded spot.

He took the seat across from me.

He ordered a black coffee with three sugars. I ordered a spicy hot chocolate. We shared names in the meanwhile.

I got to know he was a Software Engineering. He liked people watching. He was afraid of natural disasters and loved animals.

I told him I was on my last leg of becoming an Assistant Professor. I liked books. I was afraid of being wrong and loved the mountains and the sea. I avoided saying "men".

We met at the bench for few more weeks which led to coffee dates once a week and then my place.

He didn't pounce on me like most men would. He sat quietly on my bed. At this point, I should have been naked or at least with his dick in my mouth. But he sat quietly looking around my room.

"Your jacket."

He looked at me as if I asked one of his eyes balls, then very politely he took off his jacket and handed it to me. I took it out of my room and pressed the collar of his jacket to my nose. A non-smoker. Clean. Subtle musk. A man's scent who stays outdoor. Not a homeless as he had taken turn paying for our coffee dates and he was an engineer. I hung the jacket behind my main door and return to my bedroom. He was still there, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Water, please."

"Water?"

He gave a clear nod.

I could not hold a smirk when I went to fetch him a glass of water.

He chugged the water. No man has ever appeared this demure while chugging liquid to me. His throat worked like undulating waves. He was clean shaven but I knew my lips would feel the tingles when I would kiss him there.

He handed the empty glass of water back to me, which I placed on the bedside table.

"Should I turn off the light?" I asked, not knowing what else would do it for him.

"Yes please. If that's alright with you," I turned off the light. He stood up and went to stand before him.

In the darkness, I felt his finger tips inching up my arms before he held my shoulders and lean forward to kiss me. He immediately tasted of water. Our tongues didn't touch immeditely. Only our lips caressed each other for a really long time.

His palms closely snake up my neck and held the back of my neck, tilting my face to kiss me a little deeper this time. I opened my mouth and the tips of out tongues touched which thrilled me greatly. His tongue intruded my mouth and I sucked on his tongue.

He broke the kiss.

"Can you turn on the light please?" He asked.

I immediately wiped my mouth with the back of my palm before turning on the light. When I turned back, he grabbed me by my elbow and kissed me deeply, almost taking my breath away. I resisted which only made him circle his arms around my body entrapping my arms and kissing me. I was taken aback but I loved this side of him.

When I relaxed in his grip, he slowly freed me and began undressing me.

I raised my hands when he peeled off my t-shirt. He effortlessly undid the zip of my pencil skirt and pulled it down. He didn't touch my tights when he came up to undo my bra.

He took me to the bed and carefully placed himself between my legs, only then he began to undress himself.

He was lean, less on the muscular side with appropriate muscles around his chest and arms. His nipples were small and pink. My eyes trail down his stomach. It was flat but not sculpted.

He lay on top of me, caging me with his body as he kissed me again and again.

Suddenly, l felt like a woman, about whom you might read in an old book and get enraged. It was as if was trying to own me. As if he was establishing superiority without offending me. I wanted to stay buried under him. I adored how he was holding me close like he wasn't getting enough of with just our bodies together. His hands roamed patiently all over my body with little to no hesitation. The curves and crooks he chose to dig his fingers into felt so right, so perfect.

He nudged my hips a little with his hands when he felt like wriggling me out of my underwear. Only then he began to undo his zipper. Once again, patiently, with his eyes on mine, he went bare. He was semi-erect, pink at the tip, the foreskin waiting to be peeled back.

"May I?" I asked.

He gave a thoughtful nod, his eyes looking deep into mine.

It felt good that he wasn't erect already. It was as if I was his object of desire but that didn't entirely rule his mind.

I stroked him with my hand a few times, before getting on my knees and leaning forward to offer him my mouth. I squinted my eyes from the sudden change of taste on my tongue from his pre-cum. He gently caressed my hair as if there was no hurry. It all felt new to me.

I felt him getting hard on my tongue. When I pulled him out of my mouth, he was coated in my spit. His foreskin was pulled back, his beautiful bulb looked eager.

He politely pushed me back onto the bed and kissed me, diluting his taste on my tongue with his spit.

His fingers lingered at my stomach for a while before going to tease my already wet core. His thumb only had to swipe over my slit once for the wet lips to fall open.

As if distracting me from what he was trying to do, he held my face in his hand and kissed me while he slowly guided himself inside me.

We groaned at the same time, my wetness felt so vulgar when it engulfed him so readily. I wonder if he had ever experienced such a pussy before.

He began thrusting upward and steady.

"Ah!..."

He truly felt so good, I wanted to cry then and there. But I didn't want to scare him.

Once again he wrapped himself around me and completely buried himself in me, again and again.

I kissed him where ever my lips met on his skin. I dug my fingertips to his back and nibbled on his shoulder, leaving small marks.

My shivers felt so domestic when he came inside me. He gave me a compensatory kiss on my temple before he rested his head in the crook of my neck.

"You felt so good," he whispered and tenderly kissed my earlobe.

I blushed furiously and heard myself whispering a thank you.

I wonder what part of me he dug out that night. I felt quite vulnerable but safe. I wonder this is what women want to feel on most days.

It was quite early in the morning. The sleep wasn't edging us like it usual does when we do the did. Instead we were at the command, we could have slept if we wanted to but we didn't.

He got down from the bed, I felt the mattress dip and come back to its place. With a deliberate grogginess in my eyes, I turned to see what he was up to.

His broad back was pale and beautiful. There was redness where I held him but no actual marks because he had been gentle and it wasn't my first time with a man. Then my eyes trailed down his spine and then I held my breath.

"You have the dimples," I blurted it as it was scripted in my mind, no improvisation.

"Uh?" He voiced but didn't turn around. He had found his boxers and was putting it on.

"Come back to bed."

This made him turn around with the boxers still in his hand. I guess he was gauging my sincerity of wanting him back in bed.

He put his boxers down and joined me in bed. I draped the covers on him and he was such a darling to wrap his arms around me. His one hand went under my bosom and other scooped my waist from under and pressed me against his abdomen.

"What dimples?" His lips grazed my shoulder.

"Dimples of Venus but they are called "Dimples of Apollo" in your case." I said and explained him about his two beautiful dimples on the lower back.

"I never knew they were there," he confessed.

"Really?"

"Yes. Maybe nobody thought it was worth mentioning," he mumbled and kissed my shoulder.

"It's beautiful, you know."

He hummed softly and then said nothing. His steady breathing lulled me to sleep.

~ ~

A month into our relationship, we alternated between staying at each other's place at night. It wasn't a regular occurance. Most days, we only met after classes/work to share a meal together.

He had a safe taste in food and I never forced him to be adventurous. He consumed little to no alcohol. He was "dangerously light-weight", his words. So most of our conversations were sober. We talked a lot to things, from nature to space, from water to land, from animals to insects. His IT jargon was beyond by biology-learning brain's capacity. But he always toned it down for me. He smiled when I got some terminologies wrong or mixed up but he calmly pointed it out to me so I won't stay foreign to his world. On the other hand, his love for animals made it easy for me make him understand my field of passion.

His gentleness and little to no resistive personality, made me feel like I had hit a jackpot. Some days when I am alone, I think perhaps he is too good to be true but then when I look at his face, the candidness makes something in me hungry and proud.

One Sunday morning, I woke up in his apartment. He was up early and sat on the couch drinking coffee while on his phone. I padded out of his room and sat on one of the nearest dining chair and looked at him. I tucked one knee under my chin to get comfortable, as sleep tried to capture me back.

"Good Morning," he said softly, looking up.

"Good Morning," I said it back.

"Won't you come to me?" he smiled as if he just asked a kid if he didn't want the candy.

My heart skipped a beat and I strolled to him.

He pulled me onto his lap and let me curl up like a cat.

"Why did you wake up so early?" he asked softly.

I uncurl and stretched my legs on to the couch, only resting my head on his lap.

"I was thinking about something."

"Tell me," she said sipping the last of his coffee.

"I want to try something," I said. "With you. With us."

"You wanna go somewhere?" he said and I could not hold back a chuckle.

"Um... no. We won't have to go anywhere."

I sat up, putting both of my legs across his lap and turning my face to him.

"If you say no, I would never ask you again. It would not change nothing. Not a single thing about us. Ok?"

His face didn't twitch. His mind didn't over-think for his face remained as it was while he sipped his coffee in peace.

I lean in to whisper in his ear as if there were imaginary people around us. I wanted to ask him face to face but not eye to eye.

"Will you let me take you?" I whispered clearly because I could picture it clearly, since the day I saw his "Dimples of Venus".

He held my hand that cupped his ear and took it down to his chest, meeting his eyes to me.

"Say it again,"

I took a swallow breath and said it again, this time eye to eye.

"I have never done it before," he whispered.

"Me too," I smiled.

He held my hand to his chest. His heart was beating fast. Then he gave a nod. And I pressed my lips to cheek.

~

We mutually did our research and decided on a day so that he could take a "proper" bath for me.

I waited for him on the bed, my back against the head rest with the toys waiting for us on the bedside table. When he exited the bathroom, one towels around his waist and other around his neck that he had used on his hair.

I extended my arms towards him and he climbed into the bed for me. He kissed me as usual but lingered before me a while longer. Taking the hint, I held his jaw and kissed him a little deeply and he settled between my legs.

With a swiftness, he pulled me onto his lap and undid the towel wrapped around his waist.

His penis pierced through my already damp opening. I wrapped my legs and arms around him and moved so deliberately that it shocked me as to how many corners his length was teasing inside of me. His warm body seared mine with an urgency of what to come next.

I gently pushed him on his back and rode him with a new allure that I had never done to him. He looked starry eyes at my body, my nipples and my tummy. His veiny hands roamed all over my body until he gave in and let me take the control.

I leaned over to intertwine our hands and nip at his lips. He looked so dreamy looking up at me as if I was his everything in that moment. I could not control and broke into a smile, peppering his face with kisses. He chuckled and leaned upward ravenously.

"My darling. My darling," I mumbled as I kissed his face and my hips worked to derive every ounce of pleasure from him, for me.

His body writhed and his warm seeds filled my womb.

I kissed him again as a reward and slowly lifted myself from him.

"On your stomach," I said, bitting my lips, excitement coursing through my head making me dizzier each passing second.

He assumed his position while I secured the toy around my waist.

~

I began by licking the dimples on his lower back that started this all for me. The thoughts. The imaginations. Everything.

I bathed the entrance to his passage with lube and rubbed some on my hand and the dildo. I pressed my middle-finger at his entrance and let him adjust.

"Feels weird," he moaned.

"I know," I whispered and kissed his butt cheek. "I'll continue,"

He gave a nod and pushed my finger in until he swallowed it all. I gasped and a smile of triumph appeared on my face. On the other hand, his face was buried in the pillow, clutching it on the side. He looked so cute.

I never wanted to devour a man more in my entire life.

I pulled out my finger and aligned my silicon dildo to his passage.

"Breathe and relax. Ask me to stop if you need time," I whisper, which came out breathy.

He gave a nod and with slow careful precision I poked the tip to his entrance.

"You are tensing up. Trust me. Please,"

First it was the tip and then he relaxed and took an inch of the toy. My being squealed with joy and I showered him with praises.

"Turn your face. Look at me. Look."

He turned his face to his side and saw my face. His eyes hooded and his mouth slightly parted. And the unforgettable blush that crept all the way down to his neck.

A shiver went down my body and in that split second, I pushed whatever of the toy was left out.

He gave the most delicious groan I have ever heard in my time with him.

"Baby," I moan and leaned over to kiss his mouth. He was eager and hungry. So I fed him. I fed his body that satiated my soul. I moved in and out of him on a rhythm that he set. I loved watching him writhe and grunt like I usually do under him.

I wrapped my fingers around his penis and stroked it with an intent to make him come as many times as I wanted. Remembering all the times, he had pleased me so deeply, so earnestly.

I have never loved a man more in my entire life.

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