The Quest
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1 through F › Daniel Boone
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,043
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0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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The Quest - Chapter 5
Chapter 5
His eyes picked up the apparition in the mirror again, but not as clear as before. He swore that the last appearance reminded him of himself but the image was of a native American, dark-skin, black hair braided in front, (superb) face with dark brown eyes, full lips and dimples. Just like the ones he had.
Suddenly, the apparition faded again. He would have to wait until it returned, hopeful clearer and with more details. He wondered if he was really seeing someone or if it was his imagination.
As his hand brushed his still firm (superb) penis, the more important, desired event returned to his mind. Earlier, he had opened and decanted an excellent bottle of pinot noir so it could breath. He poured some of the wine into two crystal goblets. His Indian princess would not be in a good mood if she did not like the wine. He reached into a box which emitted a cool draft that he had in the bedroom closet. He removed a plate of chocolate covered strawberries. Then as a final touch to set the mood, he touched a another box and music started to fill the room. The music sounded like the man when he was singing before but it did not come out of his month. Then as she opened the bedroom door, he moved his hand to a small raised area on the wall and the lights dimmed.
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“Mingo, my head is spinning. Boxes with cool drafts, music coming from nowhere, lights going lower, this vision of yours is crazy or maybe you are.” Daniel moaned as he held his crotch.
“Daniel, will you be quiet. This is my vision. If you can’t handle it, go away or, at least, stop interrupting. It gets better. I enjoy telling the next part. I really enjoyed experiencing it” replied Mingo with a silly, (superb) grin on his magnificent face.
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He walked to her and removed the soft rich towel that she had wrapped around her well developed body. As they walked to a velvet covered couch, his princess reached around his waist and removed his towel revealing the total superb body of the man that looks like me.
“Now darling, we are equal,” she said as she sat down on the couch, swung her long, shapely legs up on the couch, reclining on a large white velvet pillow at the end of the couch.
He handed her one of the crystal goblets of wine. She took a sip of the wine and signaled her approval of the wine with a bewitching smile.
Picking up his goblet and a chocolate covered strawberry, he sat on the edge of the couch and put the strawberry in her month. After taking a drink of the wine, he started nibbling on the strawberry until their lips meet. Then he gently kissed her. She returned the kiss harder, putting her hands on the sides his face, drawing him to her and opening her month inviting his tongue in.
As they kissed deeply, he felt the passion rise in his loins. He cupped his hands around her breasts until his fingers held her nipples. Then he massaged her nipples, harder and harder with each time until they were erect and throbbing. She moaned and made that funny little sound she did when her passions were rising.
He kneeled at the side of the couch. Then he put one of her nipples in his month and suckled her with great ardor until she was squirming and squealing. Then he did the same to the other nipple.
He kept it up until moisture started to appear between her legs, a sign that she was getting aroused.
But the Indian maiden had other ideas in mind. She reached down
and grabbed his (amazing) cock. Then with surprising strength, she pushed him down on his back on the rich, thick carpet. Quickly, she mounted him and put his amazing organ in her month, and started to return some of the pleasure he had given her.
She continued until………….
His eyes picked up the apparition in the mirror again, but not as clear as before. He swore that the last appearance reminded him of himself but the image was of a native American, dark-skin, black hair braided in front, (superb) face with dark brown eyes, full lips and dimples. Just like the ones he had.
Suddenly, the apparition faded again. He would have to wait until it returned, hopeful clearer and with more details. He wondered if he was really seeing someone or if it was his imagination.
As his hand brushed his still firm (superb) penis, the more important, desired event returned to his mind. Earlier, he had opened and decanted an excellent bottle of pinot noir so it could breath. He poured some of the wine into two crystal goblets. His Indian princess would not be in a good mood if she did not like the wine. He reached into a box which emitted a cool draft that he had in the bedroom closet. He removed a plate of chocolate covered strawberries. Then as a final touch to set the mood, he touched a another box and music started to fill the room. The music sounded like the man when he was singing before but it did not come out of his month. Then as she opened the bedroom door, he moved his hand to a small raised area on the wall and the lights dimmed.
******************
“Mingo, my head is spinning. Boxes with cool drafts, music coming from nowhere, lights going lower, this vision of yours is crazy or maybe you are.” Daniel moaned as he held his crotch.
“Daniel, will you be quiet. This is my vision. If you can’t handle it, go away or, at least, stop interrupting. It gets better. I enjoy telling the next part. I really enjoyed experiencing it” replied Mingo with a silly, (superb) grin on his magnificent face.
*******************
He walked to her and removed the soft rich towel that she had wrapped around her well developed body. As they walked to a velvet covered couch, his princess reached around his waist and removed his towel revealing the total superb body of the man that looks like me.
“Now darling, we are equal,” she said as she sat down on the couch, swung her long, shapely legs up on the couch, reclining on a large white velvet pillow at the end of the couch.
He handed her one of the crystal goblets of wine. She took a sip of the wine and signaled her approval of the wine with a bewitching smile.
Picking up his goblet and a chocolate covered strawberry, he sat on the edge of the couch and put the strawberry in her month. After taking a drink of the wine, he started nibbling on the strawberry until their lips meet. Then he gently kissed her. She returned the kiss harder, putting her hands on the sides his face, drawing him to her and opening her month inviting his tongue in.
As they kissed deeply, he felt the passion rise in his loins. He cupped his hands around her breasts until his fingers held her nipples. Then he massaged her nipples, harder and harder with each time until they were erect and throbbing. She moaned and made that funny little sound she did when her passions were rising.
He kneeled at the side of the couch. Then he put one of her nipples in his month and suckled her with great ardor until she was squirming and squealing. Then he did the same to the other nipple.
He kept it up until moisture started to appear between her legs, a sign that she was getting aroused.
But the Indian maiden had other ideas in mind. She reached down
and grabbed his (amazing) cock. Then with surprising strength, she pushed him down on his back on the rich, thick carpet. Quickly, she mounted him and put his amazing organ in her month, and started to return some of the pleasure he had given her.
She continued until………….