Diuretic Dreams & Desires

The insistent beeping of the digital alarm clock yanked me from a dream of sun-drenched beaches and endless bottles of champagne. Groaning, I slapped the snooze button, the lingering warmth of Melody’s body still imprinted on my side of the bed. It had been a scorching two days, filled with a relentless, almost primal need for each other. Last night’s encounter had been particularly intense, pushing us both to the very brink, leaving us both breathless and ravenous. Now, just two hours after waking, the familiar pull was already tugging at my insides, urging me to take my diuretic pills – a ritual we’d established to maximize our chances of another round.

Melody stirred beside me, her dark lashes fluttering as she slowly opened her eyes. “Morning, sleepyhead,” she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. “Feeling the heat again, are you?”

I chuckled, pulling myself up and stretching languidly. “You have a knack for knowing exactly what I’m thinking, darling. And yes, the anticipation is already building.” I moved closer, my gaze lingering on the curve of her breasts peeking out from beneath her scoop-neck pajama top. The soft, yielding fabric seemed to call to me, beckoning me to indulge in the familiar pleasure of sucking on her.

“Don’t go in for the kill immediately,” she protested playfully, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “You said you wanted to cuddle.”

I obliged, burying my face between her D cups, inhaling her intoxicating scent. The warmth radiating from her body was a tangible thing, a delicious heat that spread through my veins. “Can you breathe?” she asked, her voice laced with a subtle challenge.

“I have the advantage of having an oxygen cannula set at 5 liters per minute in my nose,” I replied, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “Otherwise I’d suffocate. But I’m doing fine down here!” The lie felt strangely satisfying, a playful assertion of dominance.

Melody erupted in a fit of laughter, her body shaking as she stroked my hair and back. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of tenderness and desire. After a few minutes of blissful touch, I gently lifted her pajama top, the decision made. It was time to unleash the beast within.

Her sighs deepened as I began to stroke her pussy, my fingers tracing the delicate curves of her vulva. To my surprise, she was already wet, the evidence of last night’s passionate encounter undeniable. “So wet!” I exclaimed, my voice thick with arousal. “Does someone wanna be fucked and fuck me back?”

“YES!” she answered emphatically, her voice brimming with anticipation. “Put it in me! I want you inside me!”

Understanding her plea, I slid my finger deep into her pussy, feeling the warm, yielding flesh respond to my touch. As she began to rock and thrust her hips, my finger continued its relentless journey, navigating the depths of her pleasure center. Finally, it emerged again, sliding across her clitoris, eliciting a moan of pure delight.

“Do you like being finger fucked?” I inquired, my voice a low rumble.

“Mm hmmm!” she groaned out, her body trembling with pleasure.

Without hesitation, I slid down between her legs, positioning myself for the ultimate act of intimacy. I began licking her clitoris, savoring the exquisite sensation of her skin against my tongue. Her love button was firm and aroused, her vulva lips swollen and sensitive. She arched her back, rocking forward and back as my tongue mimicked the movements of my finger, each stroke a crescendo of pleasure. The taste of her was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and heat that sent shivers down my spine.

As we moved closer, our bodies intertwined, our desires intertwining as well. We shed our clothes, revealing our naked flesh to each other, embracing the vulnerability and the raw, unbridled passion that lay beneath. I didn’t want to cum yet, so I pulled back slightly, allowing her to take the lead. Then, kneeling by her head, she delivered a breathtaking blow job, her touch both gentle and insistent. As I reached down and stroked her pussy and clit, and played with her tits, I felt my own arousal intensify. She tasted divine, and I couldn’t help but tell her so.

The moment arrived when we both realized it was time for full-blown intimacy. We began fucking each other, lost in the rhythm of our bodies, our movements synchronized and passionate. I didn’t want to restrain myself, allowing the pleasure to flow freely between us. As we continued, she reached for her vibrator, buzzing it rhythmically against her clit, further stimulating her pleasure. She loved a hard time, and I reveled in her response.

Later, I took the initiative, sliding my cock out of her naturally-lubed cunt. Then, kneeling before her, I offered her a brilliant blow job, while simultaneously stroking her pussy and clit, and playing with her tits. Her love button was still firm and aroused, and she continued to rock her hips, her pleasure intensified by my ministrations. It was a perfect balance of pleasure and control, a dance of dominance and submission.

As we continued to fuck each other, I noticed she was growing increasingly animated, her moans of pleasure reaching fever pitch. I decided to switch things up, lifting her pajama top and plunging into her pussy once more. The sensation was electrifying, a shot of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

She became even more aroused, her body arching off the bed in waves of pleasure. Her shaking was a magnitude 11 personal earthquake, a testament to her intense pleasure. "I'm cumming!" she cried out in her husky sex-voice, her voice filled with a mix of ecstasy and exhaustion.

After filling her pussy with my cum, I scooped some out and coated her left nipple, which she immediately began sucking on. It was another moment of intense pleasure, a reminder of the connection we shared. Her arousal intensified, and she quickly came again, her body writhing in ecstasy.

As we lay there in post-orgasmic bliss, exhausted but exhilarated, we talked about our day. But before long, she insisted on continuing the pleasure, cupping the sides of her breast to offer her tit to my mouth. We took turns jacking off, alternating between oral and manual stimulation, always seeking the next wave of pleasure. We finished with another round of boob play, fueled by the lingering heat of our recent encounters.

As we lay there, stripped and spent, Melody asked how I knew she wanted sex again this morning. I explained that I had sensed her desire when I woke up two hours earlier, taking my diuretic pills in preparation for another round. The entire experience had been a testament to our powerful connection, a reminder of the deep and passionate love we shared. It was truly remarkable that we could still achieve such intense pleasure after so many years together.

Looking back, I realized that this morning’s encounter was more than just a sexual experience; it was a reaffirmation of our commitment, a celebration of our enduring love. It was a reminder that even in the face of aging and health challenges, the flames of passion could still burn brightly. As I held Melody close, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, I knew that our journey together was far from over. And as long as we had each other, we would continue to explore the depths of our desires, finding pleasure in every moment. And let us not forget the purple open crotch teddy that she wore, which added a touch of playful confidence to her already captivating presence. The memory of her wearing that teddy will remain etched in my mind as one of the most captivating moments of our passionate lives.

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