Give in to lust, you can’t fight it..

“My love, you desire my body, you can lie to yourself, but we both see your throbbing cock, you can feel it tingling the desire to touch my skin with your hand, your lips to touch mine, your tongue to caress my breasts.”

You let out a quivering exhale. She moves closer and kneels down between your legs. Your body tingling at her touch. The warmth of her sides against the inside of your thighs. The years of loneliness beating against your chest as your heart races inside of you.her warm, soft silky hands softly moving from your knees slowly up your thighs to your crotch as she continues to speak.

“You glance at my breast and I can see the desire in your eyes. If this was wrong, you would be appalled by it. But you have to struggle to not look, to not want to touch them.”

If I were a maiden in your town in this same situation would you be fighting with everything you have to keep her from touching you, would you be fighting to keep from touching her?”

Your shaking hand moves up from the arm rest and she moves her hand up and meets your hand with hers. So warm so soft. She moves your hand so it rests on her breast, with her nipple centered in your palm. So silky soft. Tingling shooting from your hand down through you making your cock throb and bounce with desire.

She pushes your hand firmly against her breast making it bulge between your fingers.

“You see this is not evil, this is love, what your elders do not tell you is there is love throughout the world, not only between man and woman, but with other beings as well. In the ainchent times love between all is normal, it is only what your heart desires that determines who you love or how you love.”

Her other hands cup your balls, the warmth the tingling. Your heart racing the touch of her breast in your hand. Your desires. The urgency of your lust to be pressed tightly against her body. You have never been with anyone. You would not hesitate if the bar maids wanted to bed you instead of tease and belittle you. So mean where the woman of the village. So lonely you are. And here with silky firm breast in your hand, is a being stating her love for you, having to,convince you to allow yourself to be loved by another.

Why is it this is wrong you wonder as you look into her shockingly blue eyes, her delicate facial features, her warm smile. “Will you not allow me to love you, can we not allow our desires for each other?” Her soft warm voice sounding urgent to be allowed to touch you, her desire for you in her tone.

“Love?” You managed to say in a question. Not knowing what else to ask, is it possible to love each other.

She half chuckles prior to responding. “Yes, We can love, my love for you can be true, your love is pure, and I wish only to love you in return.”

She moves her other breast up with her hand that she was using to hold your hand against her breast. “Here my love kiss my nipple again, I desire your touch so deeply, I seek only your love, not your life or your soul, only your love, so we can freely love each other.”

She moves up as if to kiss you, letting her lips brush against yours and then moves up more with your hand still on her other breast she moves the other to your mouth.