I don't want to upset the format and structure of this amazing site. I will take the advice of SirG and post here. He assures me that the moderators will advise me if they decide that I should move elsewhere. I understand what Austerus is saying about varying audiences and feedback. Thanks to both of you for your advice. It took me a time to decide to write this out and I do feel comfortable with the readers of this section. This is writing is as much for me as for anyone else.
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Audrey was gently rocking now with her cheek nestled in my crotch, and was emitting a purring sound from deep within her throat. Her feet were tucked up under her like Copenhagen’s famous “Mermaid on the Rock”. She alternated between nuzzling her cheek up and down my stiff cock and then kissing it gently through the denim material.

I was studying visual art and still earn my living as an artist and designer. Images and their impact are my primary language. So, as horny as I was, I let the scene linger and took in the curvature of her neck, her spine, her bottom and her legs. I, as in some ironic perspective, viewed the tableau from across the room. I was intimately connected and removed from the situation simultaneously. This feeling returned again and again as I delved into my sexual urges. I was as aroused as I had ever been in my life. I had punished and dominated this girl since she entered my flat and now along with the lust for control, arose a need to protect, to cherish. This paradoxical feeling would also become a very familiar and intense part of the life I was embarking upon.

The eroticism of the situation finally fanned my passions to the point where my cock must be attended. “Take it out.” I ordered Audrey and thrust my hips forward to clarify my wishes. Audrey’s bird-like hands gently unzipped my fly then unsnapped the clasp of my jeans. I slouched back in the chair to allow her access. Gently and tenderly she reached for the waistband of my underwear and folded the material back and under my scrotum so that my cock and balls were pointing and waving wantonly in the air. She looked up at me with round and expectant eyes. I knew she was awaiting further instructions. “Touch it, examine it.”

He hands delicately moved over and about my enraged dick. She lifted my balls and studied them then she worked her way up the shaft, taking care and memorizing the veins and folds. The head she studied intently and softly squeezed the hood till the eye of my cock opened up and she observed and noted all with enrapt attention. I could stand the delicate and intense sensations no longer. “Suck my cock,” I told her.

She again laid its length against her cheek then began to kiss. At first soft little kisses of affection which soon evolved into passionate lingering lover’s kisses. Finally she began to tongue my cock and balls hungrily. Moans of desire sounded from deep within her throat. I did not last long after she took the head and half the shaft into her mouth and acted like a girl possessed. She applied a deep intense suction and her tongue worked furiously up and down the shaft and head of my cock. She was fully up on her knees now and her head was bobbing with increasing speed and force. My hips bucked and thrust into her mouth as she came. Slurps and muffled coughs and gags from her and animal grunts from me filled the room. “Yeah, keep sucking, yes suck that cock.” I must have screamed out more demands but remember little.

I pulled her up and onto my lap, and pressed her head into my chest. I stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. We both rocked now. I can remember thinking even then that Audrey was addictive. The intense longing to cradle her was new and soul moving. We stayed like that for at least an hour. My limp cock was still free and her bare bottom was exposed but we were more intent now on the cradling.

Our coos and whispers… all of mine delivered into her hair and all of hers’ into my chest were about ourselves. She was studying English Literature and as I was to find out later had an off the charts IQ. She had researched and studied her sexual inclinations and was to prove a source of endless insights as we learned together and eventually with others.