STORY 001
I knew you’d be out tonight, so I didn’t bother texting. I knew you went out with your friends for some drinks, maybe some dancing, you told me you’d be late so I didn’t want to wait up.
As I got ready for bed... Threw on some sweatpants, no shirt, washed my face, and began to get comfortable on the couch; I started to imagine what you decided to wear out.
With the other night still fresh on my mind, the way we played together… no wonder my evening was spent imagining you. I wished you’d come over… I wish we could continue.
Instead, I let my mind relax and imagine your smile, how you’re out dancing, how you look when you’re a little tipsy off some vodka martinis. … I enjoyed this thought of you… It relaxed me to think of you… and with you on my mind, I fell asleep.
… until…
A sudden knock on my door had me jumping out of bed. I walked down the hallway, still a little half asleep with you on my mind. I walked to that wooden door to see who the hell would bother me this late, and when I opened it… there… You.. were.
Like a late-night…
Little, dirty devil….
Waking me up at night and letting yourself in…
This tight black dress that hugged your body. The way it looked so tight on your skin had my heart pounding so loud it instantly snapped me out of what I imagined was a dream.
There you were, looking fine as hell, walking towards me with your hands reaching out for my face as you laid them on my cheeks and kissed me.
No words….
Just pure intimacy as your lips pressed into mine.
…. Your body feels so fucking good in my hands. Your lips amaze me when they’re on my body.
I pull your dress up enough to free your legs just enough to hike you up high enough and get you wrapped around my waist.
The door slams shut as our bodies begin to intertwine against one another— as I press you deeper into the door.
Kissing you, while you kiss me back, so electric between us and instantly making me need even more.
I carry you down the hall, but I can’t wait enough to make it to the bedroom.
I drop you down on the kitchen table. Your ass sits on the hard wooden surface while my teeth sink into your shoulders.
I feel your nails climb up and down my back. I can feel the way you need me as you do.
My god your smile drives me wild. As I pull my lips off of you I can see the way you smile back and my god I can’t take it.
….You came over for a reason, didn’t you?
I push your shoulders and watch as you lean back on the table.
….You came over for me?
I reach under your dress and pull your panties off so fast they almost rip.
….You needed something, didn’t you?
I drop down to my knees. I can imagine the way your body arches on the flat surface while my teeth begin to sink into your thighs.
…. You… need… me…
…… don’t you?
I don’t wait a second longer. My tongue slips through my lips as I begin to lick you.
I’ve got my mouth encapsulating the hood of your clit while my tongue stretches out and licks the side of it.
I know you’re a bit tipsy from the night… I know where your senses are.
My finger drives inside of you as I lick. It curls upwards, extends out, curls again, and rubs inside of you.
Intently, my free hand stretched out to the top of your dress. I’m pulling on the strap, pulling it down enough to pull your breast out.
My fingers now, teasing your nipples, my hands grabbing your breast while they do.
Still, licking… still, fingering. Just taking a little bit more as each moment passes. Driving you so fucking wild that I can taste you, taste those juices as you drive your body back into me.
Licking you…. In large circles. My tongue rubs your labia, which presses back into your clit. Now, tiny half circles— tiny bits of moments that give you pleasure, make you moan, make you soak— with tiny bits of pauses that make you beg.
Fingering you… driving so deep inside of you that you can feel my fist resting itself against your pussy. Fingering you with these slow, but intense rubs inside of you—- finding that spot, that spot where I know you scream.
Pinching, grabbing, slapping you…. Taking what I want from your breast. Taking all that you need.
Faster now until I get that perfect rhythm. Until your screaming out that you're going to cum. Until your still, clenched, gripped with your hands in my hair, breathless for that single moment until
you
cum.
Oh fuck baby girl. You taste so good.
-PART II-
-PART III-
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