Editing Reailty Book 2, Chapter 16: Broken Rules
Steve has found the key to defeat Seth, but will it work?
Steve has found the key to defeat Seth, but will it work?
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Now it was time to make this bitch who screwed up my life pay for her evils.
Sara’ heading home from the summer semester, jean skirt and no panties, and has an incident with a trucker on I-95. She speeds away only to have a chance encounter shortly thereafter.
Hello, my name is Katie, I am a 16 year old with straight blonde hair that reaches just past my shoulders, I’m 5 foot 4, my boobs are 32 c and I have grey eyes. Like every girl, I love my daddy. I would do anything for him.
Just a short story I wrote, editing is probably bad I wrote this entirely on my phone. If requested I will re-edit.
Friends help a wihdrawn Hermaphrodite out of her shell.
Harry finds his curse much easier to handle with an extra pair of hands, its just finding the time that is becoming the problem
While at work, my cell rang. It was my ex boyfriend, (Bill) calling to ask if I was busy after work. I told him no, and he asked if he could pick me up. I told him I was off work at 9, and he could get me then. He said Ok, said good bye, and hung up.
I was really excited to see what was in store for me (I’ll explain those other stories later). So I went back to work. At 9, I looked up, right into the face of my ex. (He’s so hot. He gave me his, “I was to fuck your brains out”, look. He gave me a kiss, and asked if I was ready. I said yeah, and we got into his car. He drove me home to get clothes so I could stay with him over night at the hotel. He rented it just because.
I walk in with him, set down the stuff, and he takes off his jacket. He steps to where I am, and kisses me. He slides his hand up my skirt, and slips into my shaved, wet pussy (He always liked it when I didn’t wear panties). While I fumble with his belt buckle, and zipper, he removes my shirt and bra, exposing my huge tits. He grabs them, forcefully, and pulls me by them, closer to him. He breaks the kiss, and goes to my neck. Biting and sucking at the same time. By now I’m so wet, I drop his pants to the floor, and push him on the bed. He looks at me, and I smile. I kneel on the bed, and I grab his cock. I lick the salty cum from the head, and start sucking his dick. He grabs my head softly. Licking down the underside of his shaft, to his balls. Of course he shaved all of the hair off, so it was very smooth. I slowly sucked each nut, licking with my tongue ring sliding over each one, jerking him off while doing so. He moans and grabs my hair tight. I start licking back up his penis, massaging his balls, and I get back to the top of it. I deep throat his cock a few times, then go back to licking and sucking his cock. He starts to get more into it, and starts talking to me. First he asks,”Like the way that cock tastes?”, I moan back, “mm hmm”. He grabs my hair tighter, ” Suck my dick, ya little slut!”, I moan,” uh hmm” Now he tells me to stop. I ask why, and he says,”Because, I don’t want to cum before I get to fuck that pussy or ass”
He pulls me on the bed, gets up, and gets behing me and slides his cock deep into my wetness. I lose my grip, and my arms drop to the bed. He slams my pussy harder and harder everytime. All the time, asking if I missed that cock in my pussy. I answer in between moans, trying to get out that I want him to fuck me in the ass (He got me into anal sex the first time we had sex!) My pussy wanted more, but I needed to feel his big dick in my ass. He wet my asshole with my cum, and slipped, slowly not to hurt me, into my ass. I lost it… Just having him in there, was a whole other experience. I came 2 times, even before he was fully in or had even started pumping in and out. When he did start to fuck me in the ass, I came again. He smacked my ass, really hard, repeatedly while fucking me. He started with the dirty talk again, “You love this cock deep in your ass don’t you, my little whore?”, I clenched my teeth, “Yeah… Harder.” He reached around, and started fingering my clit. I came again… The feeling of his balls slapping against my pussy, his cock in my ass, and now this!? I reach down and grab his balls. He pounds away at my ass, then pulls out and starts fucking my pussy again. I’m so wet it’s ridiculous. I tell him to let me know when he was going to cum. He fucks me so hard, the bed is pounding against the wall. I’m pretty sure that the people in the next room were enjoying the noises coming from us. He keeps fucking my cunt for about 10 more minutes, and then he starts asking, “You wanna drink my cum?” I moan,”Yeah!”, “You ready for it?…. get… down.. there.. NOW!” I pull him out, and straight to my mouth, his juice covered cock goes. I suck and jerk all of the cum out, licking and swallowing every last drop. His body jerked with every last pump. I knew when he was done. I got up, and went into the bathroom. I got into the shower, and then went to sleep next to my ex. He cuddled up to me, and went to sleep
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Part 1: HIS VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
She had been flying for many hours and awake even longer. The overnight British Airways flight from Tampa to London Gatwick, then a commuter flight to his city. For a matter of four days she had conducted an intense, online relationship with a married British businessman. She was, in fact, his online mistress, arising each morning at 3 a.m. to cyber him (and herself) to orgasm. A mere nudge on her IM screen would bring her running to the computer at any time of day like one of Pavlov’s dogs—and she would always perform to his satisfaction (and hers). She loved her sexual role in his life; even thinking about being his mistress made her warm and wet. Apparently the businessman’s wife didn’t object to his online sex play, but laid down a firm rule against any face-to-face contact. The mistress occasionally kidded him that taking her from behind wasn’t really face-to-face. He’d just laugh and tell her to get back to sucking his cock like a good little slut. And when he talked to her like that, it greatly enhanced her performance—and the result.
The problem she faced the previous day was that Valentine’s Day loomed on the fifth day of their relationship, and she was mystified as to how to handle it. It was too early in the relationship to do—or expect—anything significant, yet no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn’t come up with the ‘perfect’ non-gift. The idea finally hit her on Feb. 13 and she rushed to arrange and catch her flight to England. Once she was on the plane, though she might fleetingly second-guess her decision, she was determined to go through with it. ‘In for a Euro, in for a Pound,’ was her feeling.
She knew what she was doing was pretty crazy, but she’d had more than her share of crazy sexual adventures and wasn’t too worried about that aspect. But, it has been over a year since she had been with a man, since before she left an abusive marriage. There had been a few very enjoyable flings with women, and a couple of wildly-adventurous, half-drunk orgies, but she knew she craved the taste, the feel, the touch of a hard cock. If things worked out, she was about to break a long dry spell. And try as she might to dismiss it as impossible, she knew, too, that her bold move might either end her brief but very satisfying role as an online mistress—or it might elevate it to a new level. That brought a smile to her face, and she blushed a bright red when a flight attendant passing by stopped to comment: “Looks like you’re having a happy thought.” Oh yes, a very happy thought.
A taxicab took her to his office—without a minute to spare, for it was twenty til noon GMT. She paid the cab driver double to wait for her, and entered the huge reflective doors of the office complex. It took her only a minute to find his office. A quick stop in a ladies’ room reassured her that she had somehow survived the travel looking fairly presentable, and she quickly donned the rest of her costume.
Standing now in the outer office, she looked perfectly calm and collected in her uniform-like black pantsuit, with white dickey and black bow tie in the V of the suit jacket. A short-brimmed black cap hid all her hair and was pulled down low nearly to her eyes. A pair of large sunglasses hid much of her face. She thought she might pass for a messenger, but also knew she might look a little too good. She carried a small attach?ase.
The receptionist looked up from her work.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“I have a special delivery for Bruce.”
“I’ll take it.”
“I must give it to him personally.”
“He’s very busy right now.”
“I won’t be long.”
A spark of recognition gleamed in the receptionist’s eyes and she turned to her phone console and pressed the intercom button.
“Bruce, there’s a special delivery for you,” and lowered her voice to a whisper, “I think your wife sent you a stripper.”
The intruder blushed a bit, but kept her composure and thought, Hmm, close.
The receptionist returned her gaze to the woman and said, “You can go in but he’s very busy and he has to leave in 10 minutes for lunch with his wife.” The warning and the accusatory tone were clear.
She opened the door and entered Bruce’s spacious office and took a moment to take in the details, for he was turned away from the door, typing rapidly on his computer
Without turning around, he said, “Just a moment, let me just finish this trade or my wife won’t be able to afford to pay you.”
She smiled as she realized that the deception was still intact. Finally Bruce turned toward her in his swivel chair, saying, “Okay. Let’s see what you’ve got. I have to leave here in 10 minutes.”
She removed her cap, shook her head once and her long, straight blonde cascaded down her back. Keeping her sunglasses on, she unbuttoned the suit jacket and shed it in a single motion by simply shrugging her shoulders once. One more quick move and the dickey-and-tie disappeared. She stood topless before him. She smiled when she saw him staring at her nipples with puzzlement. She knew they were her best feature, and wondered if he was beginning to catch on. His startled look told her that he more likely was wondering how his wife could know that his online mistress had long straight blonde hair and pencil-eraser nipples.
When she removed the oversized wrap-around sunglasses and finally broke into a huge smile, she saw his jaw literally drop.
“Oh…my…God! Gay!?! How did you…how could…you’re not…”
“BA,” she said, and then added, “frequent-flier miles.”
As he came out from behind his desk to greet her she stopped him with an outstretched hand. He clearly intended to embrace her, maybe even to kiss her. That would be going way too far. She had agreed to his wife’s rule about no face-to-face meeting, and was about to further to violate it. But kissing or hugging would, in her mind at least, be even worse. After all, face-to-cock wasn’t face-to-face, she thought wryly.
“The rules, Bruce. But, I’ve come to collect my Valentine’s Day present and there’s no time to talk.”
“But I didn’t get you anyth…”
“No time to talk Bruce. I’m here for my Valentine’s Day present.”
“Oh, shit, Gay, I didn’t know…”
“Not another word about it. I’m about to collect my present now.”
Gay dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbed eagerly at the impressive package that was barely hidden by his wool suit pants. She took the zipper in her teeth, looked up at him with pleading blue eyes and slowly lowered it. She then reached inside and extracted a long, lovely cock and immediately surrounded it with her hungry mouth, laving its entire surface with rapid movements of her tongue. She repeatedly brushed her hard nipples against his slacks and they brought heat and wetness to her loins.
He touched her head everywhere, with long slow strokes along her blonde hair, gently sliding the backs of his hands along her soft cheeks, fingertips tracing the lines of her neck. She felt petted and reveled in the attention.
Her fist grabbed the hardening member and pulled back the foreskin completely, revealing the full purple glory of his engorged cock. Her long tongue explored every crevice and ridge of his cock and spent time circling the base of the cockhead. A few random flicks of her tongue-tip teased the small opening from which would flow her present.
He reached down as far as he could with grasping fingers and found her nipples even more extended than he had ever imagined them to be. He took each between a thumb and forefinger and teased them—tweaking, pinching lightly, pulling a bit. She knew now that the trip would be doubly pleasurable for if he kept it up, she, too, would come. Her own wetness was already soaking her panties and she was glad for their last-minute addition, for she rarely wore them.
“Keep teasing them, Bruce, they love it,” she said as she reached into his pants to bring into view the rest of the package, paused briefly to admire the balls, then went to work with her tongue, tasting each and teasing the opposite with gentle, nimble fingers. She took each into her mouth completely and sucked gently, releasing each with a wet plopping sound.
Returning her attention to his glistening cock, she licked its length on all sides and took the swollen glans into her mouth to suck it, lick it and scrape her teeth along its sensitive surface. Reaching a free hand inside his pants she massaged his buttocks, then gently probed the entry to his anus with a circular motion.
He continued to play with her nipples as she began to take more and more of him into her mouth and throat with increasingly forceful thrusts of her head. Speeding up and feeling his cock begin to pulse she went into the frenzied face-fucking deep-throat mode that she knew would soon bring his release. As his cockhead continued to bang her throat, she began to tease his O-ring more insistently and managed to mumble muffled words from around his plunging pile-driving cock, “twist them, hard, now,” and thrust a finger into his anus.
He began to shudder and so did she as he began to maul her sensitive nipples. His forceful orgasm coated her throat and the inside of her mouth and she worked her tongue to try to capture every last drop. As his pulsations began to subside, hers continued throughout her body and she tried to maintain her concentration on gobbling down every last drop of her Valentine’s Day present. When he had finally stopped squirting into her, she used her tongue to clean his penis, milked the few last drops from it with her busy hands, then gave a final sucking kiss to the tip of his glans, savoring a final taste.
On wobbly legs she regained her feet, wetness pervading her crotch, her entire body flushed red, her face one giant smile as she said, “Thank you for my present, Bruce. It was exactly what I wanted. Now we must both go. You don’t want to be late.”
She put on the suit jacket, buttoned it across her bare breasts, placed the dickey in her pocket, donned the sunglasses, turned to leave and hesitated, tossing him the black cap like a Frisbee.
“A souvenir,” she said as she strode out of his office, still flushed from her own orgasm, a huge smile still on her face from the thought of his.
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Before returning to her waiting taxi, she put on a sheer blouse she had kept carefully folded in her attach?ase.
At a hotel near the airport she quickly checked in for one night to await her morning flight back to Florida. As an afterthought, she asked if there were a pool and maybe someplace to buy a bathing suit. The front desk clerk sent her to the concierge to obtain a pool pass, and the friendly concierge informed her:
“You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly. How long will you be with us?”
“Just tonight, I’m afraid. I flew over for one short meeting today and am returning to the States tomorrow morning.”
“Short visit. Successful, I hope?”
“Oh, yes, successful.” I blushed, then broke into a wide smile as I added. “As a matter of fact: Mission Accomplished.”Part 2: HER VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
Sitting in my hotel room at last, eating a room-service club sandwich and drinking iced tea, I reflected on my impulsive act of earlier in the day. By the time I flew home tomorrow morning I would wind up flying 9,000 miles round-trip to give the man I served as on-line mistress a blow job as his—and my—Valentine’s Day present.
I had violated his wife’s one, clearly-stated rule against face-to-face contact (though I smiled as I reflexively defended it as not face-to-face but face-to-cock). I had discovered that he was, indeed, a very tall (probably 6-6) and quite handsome businessman of some means who had a very suckable cock, and that he was as mesmerized by my nipples as I was myself. I had risked the online relationship by violating the rule and wouldn’t know its future until I got home tomorrow and checked my email inbox. I wouldn’t check now; I wanted to savor the day and the surprise I had successfully pulled off. I loved Bruce’s sense of humor and his gentle manner as much as his impulsively abrupt commands without warning: ‘Suck my cock’ ‘Let’s fuck now’ ‘Take off your clothes and play with yourself’. This may not be the stuff of romantic poetry, but it thrilled me and I would hate to lose it. I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but found that it stirred something inside me in ways that I hadn’t experienced before. I also knew that there might be an upside to my impulsive flight to England, that the violation of the rule might lead to occasional further encounters, and that my distance from him might make them infrequent, but that might also enhance the intensity of them.
Tonight, after a long flight and an anxious morning anticipating my Valentine’s Day surprise for Bruce, I knew that I would sleep well. But this afternoon, I felt restless. I should probably have just bought a bathing suit and gone swimming, but I was intrigued by the concierge’s words: “You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly.” ‘Very friendly’ sounded pretty good to me for, as emotionally satisfying as was the blow job I gave Bruce, it wasn’t entirely satisfying sexually. As a matter of fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I’d really like to finally experience the feeling of a man inside me. It had been far too long, and the brief contact with Bruce had really just awakened my desperate need for cock.
So, instead of my usual exercise of swimming laps, I decided to go to the gym. Maybe ‘very friendly’ meant there’d be men there, or even a woman would be okay. Cybersex had been great, but I knew that I needed to satisfy flesh—and for flesh to satisfy me. As I put on the little pair of shorts and the too-tight sports bra that made my always-poky nipples very visible, I wondered if there’d be some young hunk in the gym, a muscular Adonis who would want to ravish me. Not usually my type–I usually go for the buttoned-down look–but it seemed to match my sex-starved mood. As I put my hair in a ponytail and looked in the mirror to check out my ‘look’ I was quite pleased with the fuck-me appearance I presented. It certainly matched my mood.
When I walked into the gym facility, I felt as though I were entering a maze. The bright lights emphasized the pristine whiteness of all the mysterious equipment and I felt bewildered as I looked around the room. There were two women talking to one another on adjacent Stairmasters. Somewhere in the back a loud noise told me that someone with some expertise was working out on a machine. I headed that way, hoping that it might be the ‘very friendly’ attendant. You were punishing some sort of machine with powerful thrusts from your arms that made your pecs and abs—hell, your entire body–flare into definition. You made it seem almost effortless; instead of sweat dripping from you, there was just a fine sheen that emphasized your body’s perfection. You were sooooo not my type, well, except for right this minute. I wanted to turn you into a salt lick and was pretty sure my tongue was hanging out of my mouth when you stopped pumping and asked, “Can I help you?”
“Well, um, er, I guess you could if you’re the friendly attendant,” you hear me stammer. At that, you sat up and for the first time I saw your lovely face and tousled brown curls. Then, in a move so fast I didn’t see it happen, you were standing in front of me, taller, nearly towering over me, maybe 6-2.
My goodness, you are an Adonis, I thought. You were staring holes at my little sports bra and my nipples were trying their best to create those holes for you; as always, they were betraying my innermost and most lurid thoughts.
“Well, hehe, I don’t actually work here, but I’m pretty friendly and I’d be happy to try to help you. My name’s Dan. What do you want to do?” Your youthful face makes me wonder if you’re even out of your teens, but you are beautiful and I want to tell you that I want you to fuck me.
I held out my right hand and you took it gently in yours as you say, “Hi, Adonis, my name’s Gay.” You chuckled, and I blushed, at my Freudian slip, but you heard me try to recover. “I don’t know much about gyms, Dan, but I’d like to get a workout.” Your eyes opened wide and I knew I might as well have asked you to bend me over the nearest piece of mystery equipment and slip it to me. “Er, you know, get the blood flowing.” Oh…my…God! I must have sounded like a complete slut. He must think I’m some desperate old broad who’s craving…. Er, well, I guess I am.
“I don’t think getting the blood flowing is a problem, actually, hehe,” Dan said, smiling, maybe blushing a little. My eyes went straight to his crotch—I mentally slapped my forehead for doing yet another obvious thing—and, sure enough, he had quite a tent in the front of his little gym shorts. Oh yeah, I told myself. This is going to happen. I bent over the strange-looking machine in front of me, grabbed something that looked like the head-rest on top of an automobile’s front seat and asked, “What goes here?”
He leaned into me and his raging hard-on pressed into my butt crack. I wiggled my ass gently and rubbed his manhood, taunting and teasing, thinking only one thing: fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. His voice cracked a bit as he said, “Well, nor-, uh, normally your head.”
I bent over until my head was well below my butt, put a hand on the headrest and said, “Let’s get some exercise, Dan.”
As he began to slip my little gym shorts down over my ass, he cautioned, “I may not last very long. I’m pretty excited. But I’ll be able to get hard again in a minute or two.”
“Oh yes, you will, Dan. You can count on that.” I stepped out of my shorts, now clad only in sneakers and a sports bra, and felt his big cockhead poised at the entrance to my achingly-hungry, hot, wet pussy. I spread my stance wide, and pushed back against him, thrilling at the feeling of his manhood beginning to enter me. He thrust forward, tentatively at first, then fully impaling me with his rock-hard sword. The feeling of finally being filled again brought a tear to my eye. It had been too long, way too long.
Soon he was pounding into me with urgency and as his pace quickened I realized that he would soon be squirting his precious juices into me. I reached down between my legs and felt his full balls, teasing them a bit. My pussy was involuntarily sucking him off each time he entered me. I began to touch myself and immediately felt my own orgasm begin to rumble from deep within me. My beginning spasms brought a gasp from him, and he unleashed a remarkable series of spurts into me—at least a dozen—before slowing a bit, still sliding in and out of me as he wound down and I continued my internal earthquake. At last he pulled out of me and my shaking body sought balance from the headrest against which I still clung.
Recovering slightly, I turned to him and saw him glistening with sweat, muscles toned, a shy, self-satisfied smile on his face. I smiled at him and ran my hands down his muscular torso, then dropped to my knees before his semi-erect cock. As his massive load of cum ran out of me and down my thighs, I focused on our mixed juices covering his manhood. Still struggling to regain normal breathing, I licked his cockhead, savoring the salty-sweet mixture that is unique to every coupling but rarely unsatisfying. I tasted every inch of his long member, top, bottom and sides and concluded by licking my lips. My mouth absolutely craves strategic body parts, loves to feel them respond to me, loves the changing flavors as they perform their instinctual operations.
My hand grasped his cock and stroked it gently. It was clearly ready for more action, but I can’t help myself. My mouth went for his balls and I gently teabagged him, taking each nugget into my mouth, sucking gently, and laving it with my tongue. His cock was throbbing as much as my erect nipples and swollen clit; I grabbed the upright flagpole in one hand, regained my feet and pulled it down to try to straddle it, but he was just a bit too tall. He cupped my asscheeks and, almost effortlessly, lifted me, and I guided him to reentry into my waiting pussy.
I found myself impaled again, backed against a wall, leaning against it, and suspended by his strong hands on my bottom and his magnificent member deep, deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I steadied myself by placing a hand around his neck. My other hand grabbed my sports bra and pulled it up until it was a necklace. His eyes widened when he saw my long, pink nipples, which were throbbing again with excitement and seeming to scream for attention. He immediate latched onto one and sucked hungrily, and began to slide in and out of me. I grabbed the other nipple with my free hand and begin to abuse it, tugging, twisting, pulling, and he got the idea. Tentatively at first, he his used his teeth on the other, biting gently. Still plunging into me with regularity, he then began to bite harder. I gasped at the pain-pleasure combination and pulled his head to the other nipple.
Consumed by the lust that surrounded me and continued to thrust deep inside me, again and again, my head lolled from side to side; my eyes lost and regained focus. When our two pairs of blue eyes met, I managed a big smile and my free hand reached down to cup his heavy ball sack, fondling the nuggets and spurring him to deeper penetration and a faster rhythm.
“I think I’m about to cum again, Gay,” Dan grunted through clenched teeth. Oh yes, you certainly are, young man, and so am I, so am I.
“Come for me, Dan, and I’ll cum all over your cock, drenching it.” In fact my self-lubricating system was already doing that. His final forceful thrust began a series—perhaps another dozen—of ejaculations by this remarkably-virile young man, and set off fireworks inside me that had me clutching anything I can hold as my body completely lost control and shuddered violently in spasm after spasm that left me as limp as a dishrag. As Dan gently set me back down on my feet, my wobbly knees couldn’t hold me up. The sweet young man held me as I regained my land-legs. Our fluids dripped down my thighs. My breath was short, but recovering. My joy was immeasurable. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
“You know, Gay, I think I’m a little smitten,” he says as he strokes my hair and cheeks, softly, almost lovingly, and wipes away the little tears of joy that form at the corners of my eyes. “I could definitely get used to this.”
“You know what they say, Dan. You never outgrow your need for MILF.” And I staggered off to the shower room to clean my cum-soaked loins and to try to regain some degree of composure.
Under the scalding shower, I shuddered again at the ecstasy just given me by this wonderful young hunk—and I can’t help myself. I touched my nipples lightly and, as always, they sprang to attention again and sent jolts of electricity directly to my well-fucked pussy. One hand continued to tease, pull and twist my tender nipples while the other dove between my legs to touch my still-sensitive, coral-pink sex. I thrust two fingers inside myself and felt the recently-invaded space clamping down on them, accepting them hungrily. Two fingers pumped relentlessly and my thumb began to taunt my still-engorged clit, which again began to emerge from its hood. I couldn’t stop. The thought of the muscular young man had me creaming all over my hand and dripping down my legs again. I couldn’t get his cock out of my mind as I fucked myself toward what would be a third wonderful orgasm in a memorable workout at the gym.
I heard voices outside the shower room and knew there were women approaching. But, I couldn’t stop. I finger-fucked myself relentlessly and teased the button that awaited one final push. My eyes were closed against the rushing water from the shower, but when I heard the voices suddenly stop, I knew they must have been shocked when they saw this wanton slut fucking herself like a bitch in heat. I clamped my thumb down directly onto my swollen bud and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming in ecstasy as I experienced yet another wave of wonderful spasms. They went on–and so did I with my fingers. At last I removed my hand, brought it to my lips, and sucked my juices from it. When I stepped aside and opened my eyes, I was staring at the two women.
They turned to leave, one with a dismissive exaggerated roll of eyes, the other with a wink, a smile and a comment over her shoulder, “Way to go girl!”
I blushed, then smiled, and managed to reply, “You should have seen the first two.”
From far down the hall I hear, “Oh, we did, we did.”
I was at first embarrassed at the thought that they had watched me sluttily seduce Dan into fucking me twice in the gym then fuck myself silly in the shower like an insatiable whore. But, I quickly realized that the warmth I felt wasn’t from embarrassment. In fact, I was utterly thrilled that my wanton behavior had an audience. As I thought to myself, ‘God, you are such a fucking slut,’ I felt myself grinning broadly.
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I slept through much of the long flight home to Florida the next day and thought very little about the events of the previous day—or their consequences. Only when I was finally back in my little beach place did I check my email and find one from Bruce: “Sorry we couldn’t spend more time together. I hope Dan proved to be an adequate Valentine’s Day present. Bruce”
I sighed contentedly, giggled a bit at his cleverness at finding me yesterday, and immediately replied: “Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
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I loved the game but now…I’d waited long enough. I wanted him and bad. ’Come on Jerry’ I said to myself…take me like I know you want to. Let’s start having the sex we both want…..
Jerry thought….
…..I thought back about all that had happened to get to this point. It was wonderful, risky, torturous, sexually exciting and I had wanted to fuck Missy for a very long time.
…..I married my wife for business reasons. She married me for a ’meal ticket’. We had a great sex life, until we got married. It went down hill from there. I found she was spending more and more time at her male cousin’s house. He was ’kind of sick’ and she was ’just helping him out‘. In the mean time her daughter Missy had some sort of big crush on me and was aggressive about it.
In the evenings the wife would quickly fall asleep watching TV. and then go to bed. Missy would then come out in her long yellow night gown with a big blanket and sit by me. I would be in my robe. She would cover us both up and snuggle up to me close. Her hands soon began fondling me under the blanket.
Rubbing my legs, chest and stomach. She was a petite girl for her age and had long brown hair, medium small tits, a cute hot figure and great legs. I ’kind of’ resisted her feeling me,… but…. I sure didn’t mind it. I knew better that to touch her, but her touching me?….no rules about that. Her next little trick was to sit on my lap while I was in my recliner…but…only when her mom was gone.
…. Always in that long night gown. She didn’t wear a bra and only tiny little blue panties. She would fold her legs back along side of mine and sit right on my dick. I wore my robe in the evening and mornings. I could feel her pussy open on top of my dick. She would lean back on me and put my arms around her, making sure one arm was resting touching the bottom of her little tits. She would sigh real big and then always had an ’itch’ between her legs. Up came her night gown a little, and she would reach under it and scratch? I couldn’t see but I could tell she was rubbing her clit.
A slow finger movement that took a long time to ’scratch’? No way, she obviously was rubbing her pussy. One time she said: “Now don’t look.” I smiled and closed the one eye she could see. She smiled and raised up to see my other eye open. She raised her night gown up more and put one hand in her panties. That hand lifted her panties up for the other hand, with he other hand she was scratching ‘by’ her pussy. She took a long time scratching ’something’ and her breathing increased.
She checked smiling to see of I was looking. I blinked to take a peek. She grinned and said: “Hey…your peeking Jerry.” I chuckled and she smiled big. All this time I was trying ..not…to get a hard on, but my dick insisted on getting full and a little stiff. Oh my she liked that. She adjusted her pussy on top of my dick.
Missy….
……I got this trick from my girlfriend, who was already having sex with her dad. He would say: “Here, let me scratch that for you and he would finger her pussy. His dick would come up and one time she slipped it in her pussy, when her mom wasn’t around. He fucked her right there the first time. After that they fucked all over the house. Jerry wouldn’t do that, so on to my next trick.
“Carry me to my bedroom daddy.” I would say, and he would. I wouldn’t let go of his neck and drug him down on top of me giggling. It felt so good to have him on top of me, even if it was for a few seconds. I tried to hold him on top of me and feel his big dick on my pussy. It was huge and I think he was afraid what would happen. It took mine and his breath away when his dick pushed against my pussy. This was the best and closest so far and I kept it up each chance I got….
Jerry….
….Her little ’carry me’ trick was torture. My dick felt her warm pussy and went crazy. My one brain cell dick was trying to get out of my shorts and robe. ‘It’… wanted to get her pussy bad. Having her breathing in my ear, spreading her legs apart and hold tight to my neck, didn’t help. If you add up all her little sexy tricks I was getting weak trying not to fuck her….I was loosing the resistance battle.
Missy…..
…..Jerry needed to realize, mom was probably fucking her cousin. I’d seen them sneaking feels from a long time ago. Ok, let her fuck him, and let me have Jerry. It seemed to work out good for everyone in my mind. It was time for my next tricks on Jerry.
…..I got new skates and skate outfit to wear. Of course I came out and just had to show Jerry when mom was over ‘helping’ her cousin. I flipped up the little short skirt to show off how ….opps!…Oh my, it seems I forgot the panties. He sat there delighted. I ask him to put my shoe skates on me. I sat on the couch as he got on his knees on the floor in front of me. I put one leg on his shoulder while he messed with the first skate. His face was now a foot away from my naked slit staring him in the face. I smiled big pulled up the little short skirt and laid my knee over to let him see what he was missing out on. I kept moving my foot as he struggled to get the shoe skate on. I scooted myself closer to him, as if to help. I did all I could to keep him from getting that skate on.
Jerry…..
…..She was up to her sex tricks again and I couldn’t get that skate on this way. Her pussy was open and I could not only see it, but smell her pussy and her perfume. My dick was bent over hard in my jeans now.
…..I could only take so much of this.
…..I grabbed her above her hips and turned her on her back on the couch. I put her one leg up on the back of the couch, and got on my knees on the couch. I moved up with my big boner bulging and held her other beautiful warm leg in tight to my chest. Her eyes went wide like I was going to fuck her right now. I held the one leg and crammed the skate on her foot and laced it up. Her tits were rising up and down with her excited breathing. I held that leg up and bent down and……
kissed her pussy, with a quick firm lick on her clit.
…..She let out a moan of delight. I said: “There…there’s one skate.” I put that leg down. I did the other one. I kissed her pussy again with another quick firm lick on her clit, and said: “There….all finished!”
…..She tried to talk but just panted for air….
Missy…
…..When Jerry kissed my pussy, I got chills all over my body like I had never felt before. I wasn’t expecting that. It took my breath away and my pussy felt heavenly tingles. I wanted more of them and I was determined to get them.
Jerry….
….. I picked her up by her little waist and sat her up. She started to put her arms around my neck to pull me down on top of her. I stopped her and held hands with her. She, with all the drama she could muster started in thanking me and “Oh Jerry, thank you, I couldn’t have done it without you“…and on and on. I interrupted and said: “You can thank me later when moms gone.” Her face lit up as she quick held my face and kissed me with a quick dart from her tongue.
….I decided to have a little fun with her. Now It was me teasing, taunting and bumping feels on her! I started giving her looks like ‘I would love to fuck you girl‘. I would rub against her when no one was looking. I let my hand brush against her sweet little ass. I let my arm or elbow rub against her tits. She was loving this and returned the sneaking of feels. Her hand brushed against my cock, she backed up her little ass against me every chance she got.
Missy….
……Finally I felt I was getting close to having sex with Jerry. Now after those two pussy kisses he gave me, he was responding to me. I was so happy and horny now. I thought about those two pussy kisses as I masturbated about him that night.
….. I can still feel those kisses on my pussy…. if I close my eyes….., but now to take it further and further.
….Mom started staying away more and more now and claimed to helping her poor cousin. She now stayed overnight for days. She forgot one thing when she made a quick stop by…she smelled like aftershave and same smell I noticed when I gave my boyfriend a hand job…cum. Jerry didn’t seem to care as he and I did the house work and grocery shopping. It was time to advance my desire to have sex with him.
….I would wait until he was asleep and the sneak in his bedroom and slowly crawl in bed with him. I would slowly scoot close to him and snuggle up. Now I slept with him every night. Each night I snuggled closer to him. Sometimes he would get a big erection as I watched him tent his pajama bottoms. One night I got brave and as I saw his erection come up, I carefully rested my hand on it. It was warm and big. I started slowly stroking it.
Jerry…..
…..I slowly started waking up to a nice stroking on my cock. I soon realized who it was. I let her have her fun. Soon she reached inside my pajamas and took out my hard cock. No wife to speak of now, and her beautiful sexy daughter giving me a hand job. That was the tipping point.
…..I rolled towards her and slowly reached up her night gown. I felt her warm pussy. She gasp as I ran my finger up and down her slit. Now her hand trembled as she kept stroking me. I could tell her anticipation was at it’s peak. Are we going to have sex…or not?
….. I pulled her towards me and my cock went between her legs. She held onto my cock, pressing it against her pussy and was still able to stroke it some. Her eyes were closed as our lips met. She began quietly moaning as our tongues played. Up went her leg and she began to rub the head of my cock on her wet slit. I massaged her tits and squeezed them gently. I got on top of her while she held my cock, ready to guide it in. Her knees came up and out to her wide open pussy.
….I let it happen…
…..Up and down she guided the head of my cock across her wet pussy lips. She found the spot she wanted and I inched it back and forth slowly in. Her arms went around my neck as her hips responded to my strokes. She moaned in my ear steady. Her legs wrapped around mine and we reach our rocking together motion. She was tight, but soon all smoothed up and our motion speeded up. Her pussy kept contracting around my cock, pulling it in a little deeper each stroke. She started to shake and moan louder…then so loud my ear began to ring. She suddenly started fucking faster and stopped with a long moan as she pulled me deep in her pussy.
….. I shot like a cannon in her. Shot after shot as she moaned loud and her pussy squeezed my cock. She just kept fucking me deep as I shot more. We both tried to breathe deeply to get some air. I got dizzy and wrapped myself around her.
….I don’t remember much after that point. I kind of woke up with my cock still in her and it felt like she had a death grip on me. Her pussy was twitching on my still hard cock. I rolled us off on our sides. I held her sweet ass as we started part two….
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Missy….
……”Hi, is my mom there?…Hi Mom, would you please call before you come by from now on….
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After losing his virginity he goes after a much older woman!
Introduction:
First of all, I would like to apologize for all the mistakes you will find in the text below, I’m a French student and this is only my second story…
This story is a little bit long to start, but does get really interesting
At the time of the story, I had just passed my “baccalaur?” and was heading for a commerce school that in 5 year would give me a master in Marketing. I was then 18 years old, and just failed my driving license…
Our admission started as soon as we arrived at the school with a whole week dedicated to “integrate” us. In fact it was all about playing silly game, drinking contest, partying, eating and basically for some of us, making us real man.
Not that I wasn’t a man before, but let’s just say that popular guys would sometimes call me “nerd”; even if I prefer to go by “geek” which is by the way, the nickname my friends use…
Now, let me tell you a little bit more about myself, I use to do a lot of sport before I refocus on video game and internet, therefore I’m still kind of a muscular guy. I’m 1,72m and weight 63kg I have a rather colored skin thanks to my Italian’s origins; so you see, even if i’m not anymore the sportive type of guy, the only thing that stop me from really being a catch is my affection for machine rather than human being… But let’s go back to our story
During this “welcoming week” as the Dean would call it, I realized that this school was all about drinking and sex, and God was I happy to understand that, even I might get laid !
After this unforgettable week, class started, and that’s where I saw her, Julie.
All the class was already seated when she entered; all talk stopped, every one just stared at her.
She was one of the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and you could tell that she knew it for sure…
As everyone was already seated, the only remaining places were those at the front row, where I was seated, alone, but not for long 😉
Don’t misunderstand me, I’m not one of those intellectual guy who seats front row to listen carefully to everything the teacher would say, it’s just that my laptop was running out of battery and you can only find plugs at the front of the classroom.
But let’s go back to my dream girl, she wasn’t very tall, you see, she was one of those brunette with green eyes that you could dye for, and her smile, hum… her smile !
She didn’t had enormous breast, a large B cup I would say, but as she was rather petite, they really stretch out in a very nice manner. I would have to wait for her to leave the room to confirm that her ass was as perfect as the rest !
But back to class, Julie slowly approached and politely asked me if the seat next to mine was taken even if the answer was quite obvious as everyone else was already there.
I just lay there, staring at her in disbelief, thinking that she actually was gonna seat next to me for the whole afternoon.
As I didn’t answered, she smiled even wider and presented her as Julie and told me that if I didn’t mind, she would sat there.
I could hear some comments from the boys, at the back : “lucky nerd !” “No way he has any chance with her”
I somehow managed to regain my thought and presented myself as Josh.
She gave me her hand, and greeted me with one hell of a smile. “Hello, nice to meet you”
I took her hand and kind of shake it (in fact, I think that my whole body was shaking).
Damn it, her skin was so soft, I had to concentrate not to pass her hands on my cheek.
The rest of the class passed very quickly, without any other word spoken.
As the bell rang, she hadn’t yet finished packing up her stuff that Jeremy the blondy of the school (that of course had to be in my class) and his friends were all around us, I just get kicked away.
I heard them talking about some party and then I left, figuring I won’t ever see her again.
The rest of the week went by with nothing especial going on, until Friday, during the finance class I saw a notification on Live Messenger telling me that some dude named “Jul49000” wanted to add me to his contact. I accepted, in order to see who it was.
Then I get this message “Turn around”, with a quiet little smiley.
I turned around and checked the class, and there she was, Julie, smiling at me and waving her hand.
I waved back when I heard the new message sound and faced front to see “hi josh, how have you been?” appear on my screen.
I couldn’t believe it, why is the prettiest girl of the school even talking to me, and how did she get my messenger address? Whatever I don’t care, the important is that I’m actually talking to her, using my favorite type of communicatio: computer !
After some petty talk, I asked her why she had added me and if I could do anything for her…
She answered “actually, yes, I took your messenger address from your facebook page because I’ve heard that in case of computer break down, you’re the guy to talk to, is that so ?!”
I was kinda disappointed that she only would talk to me because she needed my skills and not for … well in fact, I’m not that surprised, she wouldn’t have contacted me for a movie or for an update on my popularity rate, so it has to be something I had and that her other “cool” friends didn’t.
Therefore I told her that she just have to meet me at the end of the class, and that I’ll take a look at her laptop during the break.
She answered “yeah, well thank you, but that’s not that easy, it’s not my laptop that went down, ‘cause if it was, I won’t be talking to you right now, right ?”
“So then, which computer of yours break down ?”
“The one in my room, my desktop one”
“Ho, I see, and how exactly can I help ?”
“Well, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind passing by tonight after class to check it out”
Men !!! Her room ?! How lucky was I, I instantly get a bonner even if I knew nothing would happen but, hey, I’m a man invited in the room of one of the sexiest girls ever, how would you have reacted…
“sure, where do you live ?”
“Well, if that’s ok with you, I have a car and I can bring you home, unless you have something else planed for the vevening?”
I thought for a moment about my quest in World of Warcraft with Timothee and his guild, and then simply answer that no, I had none other plan !
“don’t worry, I’ll give you a lift back home later tonight”
“ok, thanks”
“super ! so that’s a date, so to say, meet me on the parking lot behind school at the end of the day, see ya” And she logged off.
I turned again, to look at here, and to be sure I didn’t dream all of what just happened; she was here and just smiled at me I could see her lips forming “thanks you”.
A date ?! did she actually said a date ?! Wahoo, I know it was only a joke, but I can’t stop myself from thinking about it…
Ok, I need to calm down and beneath all, I need to cum !
I can tell you that the break was wisely used, and that there is now no more toilet paper in the last box in the men’s room…
The rest of the day went by, as smooth as usual. I was so exited, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and about tonight, for the rest of the day I seated in the back just to watch her, her beautiful hair, her soft skin and how gracious she was each time she raised her hand.
And finally the day came to an end, I packed my thing the quickest way possible : throwing everything in my backpack (even my laptop) and headed straightforward for the parking lot.
I scanned the place trying to see where she was parked, all the students started to leave one by one, the parking lot was rapidly emptying itself until finally only six cars were left.
40 minutes had passed since the end of class, I figured she has forgot me and had went home.
I was about to do the same when I saw Jeremy getting out, heading for his car with a devilish smile.
While leaving, he looked at me and almost hit me with his dumb ass convertible. What a jerk !
As I turned around to go to the bus stop, there she was.
It was her, but she didn’t looked like her, she seamed upset, she had tears in her eyes and wasn’t wearing that gorgeous smile of her.
I ran in her direction, and asked what was going on, she simply answered
“nothing, really, it’s nothing, I’m sorry I’m late, if you prefer to come an other day and that I bring you home directly, I would understand…”
“no, not at all, I would be glad to help you, and honestly you seams like you could really use some help”
She smiled at me, her tears lightening in the decreasing sun and while getting in her car she looked at me and quietly said “you’re such a nice guy, why are they not all more like you ?!”.
We didn’t speak for the rest of the ride, at some point, her tears had vanished and she had regain her composure; we arrived at her place about 20 minutes later. It was around 6 o’clock
She invited me in and offered me a beer. We chatted for a while and around 7pm I suggested that we go up to her room, because after all, that was the purpose of me being here, right ?
She smiled and sweetly answered “you’ve not been here for more than 2hours and you already want to go in my room ?!”
“heu… no, it is to say yes, but not for what you think I want, it’s just that you wanted me to look at your PC so…”
“relax, I was just kidding, come, it’s this way”
Pffff, she almost had my heart stopped!
She showed me the direction to her room and pointed her desk with her computer.
I sat, and told her it shouldn’t be long. She thanked me again and left me to work.
After half an hour I had a computer completely fixed and so I call her back in to explain her that when she receives an e-mail from someone she doesn’t know, with an attached file and when the title of the e-mail is “quick open this file to win a new car” she shouldn’t open it. (Ghaaaa, what a noob…).
By the time we were finished with the computer it was almost 8pm so she invited to stay for dinner, explaining that she had already ordered a pizza and that there was the 3 “Back to the future” on TV (seriously, “back to future”?! one of my favorite saga!).
So we went down to living room, started the movie, waiting for the pizza.
We didn’t have to wait long; they arrived 10 minutes later. She gave me mine and we sat back on the sofa. She was next to me, rather close than far and I had real trouble focusing on the movie and even more on my pizza.
Around the middle of the second movie, she started to fell asleep, resting her head on my shoulder…
I very slowly pass my arm around her shoulder to hold her to me and put my head on hers.
I was so exiting, if someone had enter the room, he would have taken us for a couple.
At some point, I started pushing my chance and started planting caress on her cheeks with the back of my hand. After 5 minutes or so, she woke up, I freeze, and she looked me in the eyes for what seems like forever and slowly whispered, “Kiss me”.
I freaked out, almost dropped her and run off, but I couldn’t move…
And don’t know how, if it was gravity or animal instinct but my head did approach hers, and we kissed. At first slowly, just a peck on the lips, but then something happens, I could see lust in her eyes and our kiss changed, bringing more passion; and we kissed, again and again.
I could hear her moan, more and more loudly, so I started to bring my hands from her sides, to her stomach, and was nicely heading for her breast. When she understood what I was about to do, she pulled off, I though I had gone to far, but then she gave me one of her smile and took her shirts and bras off. OMG! She was even more beautiful than what I had expected. She had round, firm tits, with perky nipples that stood out for attention, desperately crying for someone to suck them. And as I’m no man no disappoint a nipple, I approached her gently, caressing one breast while sucking the other, and she started moaning again. After a good 20minutes, I grab her ass with both of my hands, pull her to me, and sat her on my dick that was rock hard; even with our two jeans, I could still fell the heat coming from her pussy. I kissed her for several more minutes, before standing up, and taking of my clothes. She started to do the same thing and by the time I was only wearing my trunks, she was fully naked.
She had a small trimmed patch of pubic hair, that looked just adorable!
She started coming to me with a teasing approach, she put her hands on each side of the waistband of my underwear, smiled and asked me “can I?” (Damn, of course, she can!)
At that point I lost track of time, my knees felt weak and I had to seat: she had taken me into her mouth slowly pumping my prick with her ever so soft hands!
Good it was just to much for me I had to stopped her, I tried to pull her away with my hands, but she grabbed my but and push down hard, having for effect to insert the totality of my 8 inches cock into her throat. I couldn’t stand it anymore, I tried to warn her, but she continue bobbing her head up and down, licking my balls from time to time, and then it happened, I erupted again and again in the back of her throat, almost directly into her stomach.
She kept licking me, swallowing every bit of cum in the process, having for effect to keep me hard.
She looked back at me and asked “so, are you going to put that thing inside my pussy or do I have to suck you another time?”. As appealing as another blowjob seamed, at that point, I really wanted to fuck her, but felt guilty because I didn’t gave her any orgasm first… I grabbed her and started to kiss her lips, her shoulders, her nipples, her belly button and was about to lick her sweet vagina, when she stopped me, pulling me by my hair and saying “quit the teasing, I’m wet enough already, now fuck me, HARD!”
So I took her, turned her around, putting her hand on the back of the sofa, and spreading her legs, getting reading to take her from behind. She grabbed my dick and guided my manhood into a love tunnel. Houuu she wasn’t as tight as I would have wanted her to be, I guess that’s what happens when you’re the most beautiful girl on the planet. But she was hot, so very hot, and wet, very very wet, I just pumped into her; going in, out, in, out, again and again. She was moaning, panting, shaking even screaming from time to time having orgasm after orgasm: I was the only thing that kept her standing thanks to the good hold I had on her hips. As I tried to grab her tits, she fell a little, not much, but enough for my cock to pop out. As I didn’t want to let go of her breast, I just pumped my dick right back in but something was wrong, she quitted moaning, seemed a lot more tense, and her hole felt a lot tighter it’s only when she looked back at me with tears in her eyes that I understood that I had just taken her anal virginity. I apologized and was about to take it out, when she screamed “NOOOOOOOooooooo, please continue, it feels good, but go slowly”.
And so I did, I started pumped in her tiny rear, but I had already been working her pussy for to long and wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Hopefully a few seconds later she came again, with an orgasm more powerful than her previous ones, and her anal muscle tighten, milking my dick and so I came, hard in her but! After a few minutes, we both collapse on the sofa, to tired to anything else.
After a good night sleep, full of nasty dreams, we took time for a quickie in the shower before leaving for school. She talked to a lot of her friends and the following days, I get lots of computer to fix if you know what I mean…
But this is another story!
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journey to whoredome continues
A rare case of Xtina writing about a vagina x)
We’d started talking about doing this, and even started on the costume, but a couple of weeks ago Jess announced that she was pregnant. So, it looks like we’ll take a little break, at least from the wilder sex that we’ve been having, and groups of more than three, for now. On the other hand, she encouraged me to write down what I thought might happen when we go ahead with this fantasy, so here it is. I’ll work on a couple of other things, but there won’t be other Jessica stories until she has the baby early next year and is ready for things more worth sharing again. I just hope we don’t have to explain a blue-eyed baby, Jess just smiles when I ask.
I went from a nursing mother to a MILF.
Passion holds my heart’s desire,
Lust, and ravage, light my fire.
Lovers embrace in twilight’s choir,
Songs echo to the tops of spires…
It starts off with a simple kiss,
Lips merge and do not miss.
Lungs expand in breathing hiss,
Hands tremble, you want this.
Tongues entwined in moaning dance,
This is it, our wanton chance.
Loins on fire within our pants,
Physical needs do now advance.
Arms tangle as they explore,
Passion climbs a little more.
Buttons pop, one through four,
Shirts fly, and hit the floor.
Chests bare, as they titillate,
Pressed together, increase heart rate.
Bodily needs can no longer wait,
Hormonal urges to procreate.
Zippers fumbled with shaky hands,
The hour glass slows it’s timing sands.
Naked flesh that now understands,
How it must meet it’s demands.
With lust at an all time high,
No stopping now, you must comply.
You have the needs of my supply,
Let me slip into your thighs.
We two souls become as one,
Hearts race from the starting gun.
Like fire thrown from the desert sun,
Dirty deeds have just begun.
Down our bodies, the sweat pours,
A rhythm wild, my piston bores.
Silence broken, with animal roars.
Time stops, pulses soars.
Take it hard, take it fast,
It won’t be long, I’ll try to last.
Loins slapping, needs amassed,
This spell we’re under, our bodies cast.
The time has come to release my seed,
This I must, it is my need.
Take me deep, I must concede,
There’s nothing left, to impede.
A final thrust, I must eject,
As spirits fly, and we connect.
In your womb, I do affect,
Tiny tails, left unchecked.
Exhausted from our hours of bliss,
Loving tenderness now in our kiss.
Attention to you I won’t dismiss,
Our passionate moment, we reminisce.
As I stare, I must confess,
Hair entangled, we’re quite the mess.
A new found joy, we coalesce,
Lover’s embrace, a soft finesse.
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