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Geschreven door: DancingWithKafka Label(s): Dom / sub, Erotica, Exhibitionisme, Male / Female, Oral Sex, Voyeur That dress slashed to the thigh, I will trace it with my tongue. The belt that cinches it at the waist Shall become a ring of kisses. Those hips will cut me I know, If not them then her stare shall Turn to me stone. Wait do not go! Let me look you over once more. A man waits in the shadows for her, Shadows of her eyes that do So light the room, that do so Guide me to her. And with that the dress flutters Round the corner and it is gone. I pick up my drink, down it quick, Following the click of heels. The rain has made the cobbles slick, And she stands with her dress Soaking her to the skin, I offer her a hand into the taxi. She flashes me a smile, Grabs my hand and pulls me down, That gorgeous mouth giggles As we land in the cab. I reach up her dress as she gives The driver a destination, Though I don’t care where. I know where I’m going. She goes silent as my fingers Find her and I throw her a look Of surprising arousal. It seems Miss blue dress doesn’t wear panties. She waits for me to make to move, God she is totally still, The silence is broken by a soft squeal As her cunt is fondled. She whispers something, but I cannot hear her, and so she grasps My face and pulls me up to those eyes, “Take me. Now. I don’t care about him” As she flicks her head to the driver, I flick my fingers across her clit. My my, the blue dress is damp With more than just rain. I probe her mouth with my tongue, I can feel her jump with every Touch of that most sensitive organ, A perfect little moan follows each one. I kiss down her neck, a soft bite here And a nibble there. She sticks out her chest, Begging me to devour them. I rip down the top with my teeth. There they are, I think, Those dangerous curves, That makes men lose their minds And lay down their coats. I swiftly bury my head on that Firm flesh, the scent of her perfume As I lick and suckle and bite, God it’s intoxicating. My finger still inside her, Her breath heavy and heavier, The breasts rising to meet my lips, Her cunt thrusting at my hand. “Please. Harder, I need it” She begs me so, in a voice Made of molten gold, So one becomes three. Three inside her, curled deeply, Poor Mr Thumb left to rub her clit, Small and firm circles, Drives her crazy. What a filthy mouth she has, I think as I practically chew at Her breasts, harder and nastier And filthier and faster. I can feel her starting to tense against My crooked fingers and she slams her thighs, Trapping them inside her as her shudders Turns to a tremor, turns to a spasm. And suddenly the floodgates are opened, And my hand is wetter than the rain, Drenched, soaked, saturated, sodden, Take your pick, the taste is exquisite. I feel her hand on my hard cock, Straining against my jeans. Instead I move her fingers away; “The night is still young, my love.” 1 You might like one of the following stories: My summer of fun(19 minuten)Waargebeurd - Anaal, Dierlijk, Jongen, Slikken, Teen This is a prequel to my first story called "An unexpected afternoon". It has some serious themes and if you don't like farm sex then please do not read. Broken Hearts - The Lake(18 minuten)Fantasie - Erotica, Male / Female, Mature, Pijpen, Slikken The loss of a wife/husband/lover can kill the spirit in a person and leave them devastated. Karen and Bill have each experienced this traumatic loss. They met for the first time today and Karma took over. Bill and Karen get to know each other, swimming naked and then... The Education Game (Chapter 1)(<10 minuten)Fantasie - Autoritair, Chantage, Dom / sub, Erotica, Female solo, Non-consensual sex, Reluctance, Vrouw / Meid DISCLAIMER: This is purely a work of fiction and I in no way condone the activities or actions within this story to be performed in real life. This is simply a means of fiction and should be treated as such. This story will be long and although this is of course a sex-story will have emphasis on plot, it will be a slow burner to begin with - if you’re not in for the long haul find the door! The Girl - Stories: Mission 6(<10 minuten)Fictie - Autoritair, Dom / sub, Enema, Jong, Male / Female, Male / Teen Female, Pijpen, Reguliere sex, Role-playing, Slavery, Slikken, Teen This is a standalone companion story, to the Book 3 of "The Girl". If you didn't read the other stories, a quick introduction is in order: Lilly is a slave to Hank and Sam, and has a standing order not say "no" to any man. I recommend reading the "Trip to Mexico" story. The Girl - Stories: Mission 5(10 minuten)Fictie - Autoritair, Bondage, Discipline, Dom / sub, Extreem, Geweld, Jong, Male / Female Teens, Male / Teen Female, Male Male / Teen Female, Marteling, Rape, Role-playing, Slavery, Teen, Vrouw / Meid, Wreed This is a standalone companion story, to the Book 3 of "The Girl". If you didn't read the other stories, a quick introduction is in order: Lilly is a slave to Hank and Sam, and has a standing order not say "no" to any man. I recommend reading the "Trip to Mexico" story. | ||||