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what woman are thinking while you stare on oblivious....
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what woman are thinking while you stare on oblivious.... Electric : in anticipation of our first night together –for M-he’s not from Affairlook….he’s a real living flesh and blood bloke, gorgeous and successful and we met in a pub. If this is how my imagination will lead me, I can only hope the reality will be at least half as good. Maybe I should let him read this before our first date next week….give him a goal to work towards….what do you guys think? It really does happen...our eyes met across the smoky room. You at the furthest corner table at the back, me at the farthest corner table in the front. Slowly we make our way, one table, one bar stool one group of acquaintances at a time across the crowded room. Checking to see if the other is still there, catching electric glances of reassurance and hunger. Finally 3 bar stools separate us and your latest groupie finally leaves, you have already picked up your drink to come to me when Guy intersects you and starts chatting me up… you put your glass back on the bar top and hide your face in your hand shaking your head. Our eyes meet over Guys’ shoulder and you smile knowingly. I hope my unspoken plea for extraction reaches you, but this blokes pretty set on me. It takes ages to extricate myself from his mind numbing attempts at conversation, but I convince him to rejoin his mates, which now includes you in the group. At last. We shake hands. Do you feel the electricity too? I hope so. Has it just been my imagination? Am I just too desperate? I like this one. Some small talk and an altercation over a bill. I decide to go. I have established you’re a regular here. As I leave I manage to caress your back gently. Sparks again. Im convinced you feel it too. My legs are quivering as I leave and I need to concentrate. Im back the following 4 nights. To no avail. I begin to think I will never see you again. Your absence has some how amplified my memory of the night we met. I know that I have a new imaginary friend to take home with me. On the Friday night your presence already went home with my mind. As I lie in my bed, already wet and hot at the thought of you, I know that my imagination will guide my hand. It didn't take long. Your hands were all over me. Slow and purposeful. I respond with the same. Our eyes locked together. Your tall lanky frame locked over my curvy body. Touching my pussy with an unexpected tenderness, you fingers expertly opening those soft pink petals. Stroking, probing. My own hand finds your solid erection. Silky, smooth and tingling. I want this. I want you. You roll, pulling me on top of you. Our kiss is deep and ravenous. Your cock lies between us like a stick of dynamite. You hold my head while we kiss. Hungry. Not really one for kissing I am surprised by my own ferocity. I unwind myself from this embrace. Straddling you, my mouth sinks to first nibble your left then your right nipple. My tongue traces circles outward slowly heading down your belly. Your hand reaches dwon and teases my soaked pussy. I have other plans though and wriggle further down till your cock is close enough for me to smell the muskyness of you. My hands cup your balls, carelessly nudging your cock on the way there. I gently squeeze and softly pull your balls a little, my hand quickly loosing interest here and moving up to encircle you penis. My hand works up and down a few times before my mouth finds your head. Tongue flicking out to last at your helmet. You squirm at each lashing, my hand still working... My mouth, still hot and wet from our kiss is poised over your helmet. My lips resting there. I open my mouth only a little, so that when I lower it, your cock almost has to force its way through the tight aperture… you tense and push my head down far until I’m almost gagging. I only wish you were here now and this was not my imagination. I work with my tongue and lips and teeth, dragging, licking, sucking, biting –gently. On my knees now still working on your delicious cock with my mouth. You fingers are in my pussy, flicking my g-spot mercilessly! Each flick making me quiver. You pull me off, pushing me onto my back and in a trice you’re over me...You’re a big lad. I love the feeling of helplessness being under you. Its your game now. Our eyes still hungrily devouring each other. You reach down to kiss me. Deep. Passionate. When your mouth leaves mine, you hang there just looking at me. I’ve always wondered what this electricity thing is that people talk about. Now I know.. First my neck , then my nipples are subjected to a thorough tongue lashing. your hands busy too. I reach up to caress you. You stop me and tell me to lie still. For once I obey as your tongue traces a route south. Teasing around my forest of curls but never actually touching me there… your hand on my thigh, gently teases my legs further apart, you move in between my legs, gently brushing up against me. A shiver runs through me. Your fingers finally start to search. Tickling, spreading, touching. When your deft fingers part my lips and sink into me I almost squeal with delight. So so softly you cares my wet folds and probe my depths I cant help but quiver again. You nuzzle your way down. I lie very still in anticipation. When your tongue eventually lashes out at my clit I buck and cant help a little squeal of delight. Your tongue flicks and circles and pushes and plunges. Your fingers are in on the fray and I feel one nudge my opening, then gently slip inside again. Delicious. Then soon after another and another. Triple delight. Rhythm consumes me as your hand and mouth work together. But the moment you feel me tense you stop everything abruptly. Its so sudden my eyes fly open in concern. I relax when I see you position your above me. Your cock throbbing and just brushing against my pubes. Our eyes are locked again. Your lower your mouth to mine and again our minds entwine in this sultry hunger. I feel pressure on my other lips and then the smooth slow push that finally puts you deep inside me. We both moan into each others mouths. I reach up and hold you closer. This brings you a little closer and deeper, I raise my hips to meet you but the little extra push you give then is too much for me to bare and wave after wave of pleasure rattle through me, as you pick up the pace. Soon the muscles on your neck start to stiffen, I raise my hips again, still in my climaxing state and meet you thrust for thrust. Harder and faster we dance together like a machine. With your last shocking thrust you bury yourself deep inside me and stay there. Your body rocks against me, and my seemingly endless climax pulls on you holds you. We just lie there for some time. Not needing anything else. Yet. |
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Once again I am hard at work. nudge nudge wink wink i'll be rooting for you.
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11/17/2016 5:52 am |
You should write a book forget shades of grey - this is much better wow wow wow
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Hey Friend, Shades had such potential and its very exciting that it even got aired. When one is honest and realizes that more than60% of the population is actually into ''unusual'' sexual activities its hard to see how it hsnt become less taboo. Conscenting dults and all that you know....
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