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ACT III: (To love & Lust in 45) short erotic story, I wrote
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ACT III: (To love & Lust in 45) short erotic story, I wrote The cab smell like a New York rat, but fuck it, it’s didn’t matter, touching lips to another, is if grabbing New York's big apple and taking a big bite out of it. The sweet taste of his lips, the presence of the heart beating fast, the touch of his rough skin, the hair comb through my finger tips, eyes spearing mine, the darken cab, lighten only by the passing of streets lights, the instincts of light draws us together. Manifestation of bitten lips, drawing sweat, the ripping into the clothes! The presence of the driver, the exotic voyeur peeping unless a watering delight, the stopping on the cab, he picks me up with his strength arms, a giggle or two uproar behind passion kissing, we open the door and without locking it or closing it. We made our way to the bathroom. He toss me onto the bed, I coyly moves my hand to the bulge in his jeans. MOANS! I grab his neck closer for sex. Soaking, reaches in, sliding my fingers through his hair. I felt the twittering came from his lips. Then he snatched my hand from him. Throw her arms about his neck. Pressed a sudden drenched chick against his face, I started licking and nibbling on his fingers like ice cream. He must have felt a rush of anxiety from within once the one of his favorite erotic fantasy was so near to coming true. I had an oral fixation with his fingers and knew what I was doing. He began to blush in front of me. I extended my legs for his needs and thrust his round arms behind mine for support. My head tilted back and eye closed. He kissed my neck slowly, lingering over every inch. The tongue is a lunging trashing serpent ready for a strike. He touches the silken skin of my neck and sweet bulge of the collarbone. I felt a spatter of something wet and rocking splashed onto my cheek. He took off my overcoat, and tossed it across the room with no care. The animal instinct kick in for him, he dives onto my chest, ripping the buttons of my blouse. He opens it, revealing my breast. He rubs my nipples, its peaks, he lean down, enjoying it. The sucking sounds, the feeling was mother like. He backs up I arched toward him, craving more of the wet delicious friction. I lift the shirt from his chest, and tossed it, showing my animal instinct, biting into his skin, rubbing my hands on his chest. I took off my heels, and my feet rub against the male nipples. I lay down, putting my hands down my dress, stroking it, wet, moaning, pussy lips ready. The instant his tongue goose-bumped skin, melted into his arms. He kisses luscious thighs and nuzzles on it. I can’t wait any longer, pulling down my panties, he went down. The pussy was warm and salty. It was like the ocean. An ocean sharp taste, further inside a tiny tongue. It made me GIGGLE. I could feel it trembling, fluttering up against us. I went to him, zipped down the pants, and pull what God gives him. I was wired, I gave him a blowjob, while my jaw hurt, it’s felt right, it made him happy. I have to do something, after that display of licks earlier. I pulled him over me and with a gradual deliberate movement he entered me. MOAN of pleasure grew huskier with each other. Hands clenched the sheets in my fists as the waves of pleasure coursed throughout the body. Hear sounds of crazed, intense fucking. The climax of the day, ends well, it’s wasn’t me jumping from the Empire State Building. but the release of love. Then it was DARK I woke up to find my designer sheets and comforter covers the nude, shapely body of my own drop dead gorgeous husband lying there sleeping. After screwing the place is totally disheveled and knock down mess. I walk naked to the bathroom, looking at the mirror. I can wish everything about the sex was perfect, the truth was; it wasn’t a show, it wasn’t an act. I can’t lie anymore, everything was real. Something in me, change that night, life like sex, is never perfect. Acting as if life was perfect, is just a lie. What are with these dangerous displays of lunacy from me? It wasn’t lust! I think I am crazy in love… and thank goodness, it was real. End |
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