Meet Me In St. Louis

You come and see me after ages being apart. Thank you for filling me up.

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Steve Lacy (recording) 0:00
Something bad  is 'bout to happen to me. I don't know it, but I feel it coming. Might be so sad, might leave my nose running. I just hope that she don't want to leave me. Don't you give me up. Please, don't give up.

Tiffany 0:33
Hello, this is Heathen Hippie speaking. The song opener for this week is Dark Red by Steve Lacy. Thank you for joining me for some relaxation and release. Also thank you for your patience Heathen Hive! COVID-19 is no joke, and I just got over it. Stay safe out there. This week's original, erotic story is called Meet Me in St. Louis. A very special thanks to Spruce for the inspiration.

I’m such a wreck on my way to pick you up that I’ve smoked a Q in an afternoon. I've prepared myself in every way that I can to see you. My car is about to be dank as fuck when you get in, so I rinse myself in cedar and cypress with the hope that you focus instead on how I smell. I know you love cedar; it’s the first thing you ever learned to build a fire with. 

With my Venus resting in Aries, I find myself starkly warm at the prospect that we could touch at all. My devotion to you requires that I take things cautiously and at your pace. You’re coming out to see me, but for what? I’ve prepared for everything short of murder. And or nothing. I did not prepare for magic, for heat, laughter, for your hug in the car.  You’re happy; you’re happy to see me, to be with me, to stay up until 4 am giggling and slowly inching closer together- not touching though- we're playing with emotional intimacies; I read your tarot cards.

Dix des les coupes, the 10 of cups: being together despite everything; reuniting despite barriers, obstacles and time. Sometimes these cards call out a situation so accurately it’s affrontive. My cheeks are bright, my eyes heavy, I'm glancing down expecting this card to change, embarrassed as if I’ve cast something  that's spelling out an obvious setting between us. An obvious tension lingering in the air.

You sleep naked. I am usually a T-shirt and panties kinda gal. I don’t stare, but I hope that you do and I hope that you wonder how my skin feels. I'm honored that you're open to sleeping next to me, and insanely nervous. We climb into bed. Spooning. Fuck. Just set me on fire already. I can smell your body oil, peppermint and hemp, and I know that I am slippery enough for the air to have a tinge of arousal wafting in it.

I turn slowly toward you with my heart pounding in my ears. My body is still molded into yours. Our faces are inches apart; toothpaste and scotch are on our lips as they remember how to caress each other. I’m mirroring you, wiggling out my clothes as quickly as I can. Your lips are on my cheek, my neck, and I need more of your skin pressed against me. You oblige and help me remove my panties.

“Let it out,” you purr into my ear as I sputter and I groan feeling you stretch me out again. Now, that is a position oh so much more delicious than I ever could've expected to be in. I’m done; officially just grasping onto any self-control that I had. And with those words of permission I do let it out.

I let myself relax and feel your chest against mine. I let myself feel your heart beating against mine with each thrust you take inside me. It’s rhythm is faster than the slow and agonizing strokes you’re taking just against my g spot. Fuck! I didn’t even realize how much my body missed connecting with yours. Everything is so fluid, easy and we're slipping together perfectly. It’s no fantasy this time; you’re making it happen for me right now. 

The tenderness threatens tears of release in my eyes, every moment of my stress preparing for you is being unpacked with meticulous motions. I roll myself on top of you. [Deep breath] Deeper than before; it's good that you warmed me up. Thank you for stretching out my pussy, for making me so swollen and sensitive. It’s your turn, and with the way you sit inside me, perhaps mine again as well. 

I want you to cum; ideally all over my body, but I’m not in a state of focus to demand that. It’s your choice; I just want this mouth-watering massage not to end. Druzy is exactly how I feel riding you, as I feel you shudder underneath me. I hold you close, bestowing light kisses on your shoulders and your ears, to complement the force of my muscles squeezing every last drop of cum out of you. You just keep going; if ever there was a filling of my pussy, you've done it. I’ve never had someone cum so intensely and lavishly inside me. I’m too shocked by the claim of what’s rightfully yours to ask for a picture of the dripping creampie I know is spreading across my inner thighs. If I wasn’t trying to play by tentative rules still, I’d sleep in it just to wake up to a mess, and you all over again.

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