Silkie Rachel Denis and Julian in Paris 1991 fr
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"Julian, we would like some more wine and that hashish you and I had the other night............yes, that night, dear...........is any of that left?.............but before you go............ "Rachel what do you prefer, men or women?" "Silkie, you are messing with me..........I like............ummmmm...what shall I say?.............I like to have my face between a woman's thighs while I feel a man do me from behind..........oh..I like that a lot.....Julian, I packed Sylvia's ass with...
(author's note): Silkie, now thirty-eight, is telling her lover Denis, about things that happened in her life before she was eighteen. I don't know if her anecdote violates guidelines for this site or not. Can fictional adults in a piece of fiction talk about events in their past? Silkie might even be making some of this up for Denis' pleasure, which adds yet another layer of fiction to the story, I don't know the answer, so I'll just put it out there and see what happens. Thanks!...
"Rachel and I were born show-offs and working to become performers , so this was easy for both of us....my panties were damp and the whole room was getting fragrant..............."Silkie stopped talking to masturbate. This time she didn't talk to Denis, but she could feel the bed shaking under both of them."I was masturbating and Rachel was too, just watching Bruce watching us, jacking off like he invented it and would never get the chance again...................""I want to taste them" "Oh ho!...
........she was lying there beside him, quiet for now, masturbating gently, swooning, overcome with desire for him. She couldn't have him....not even a little bit.Rachel started up the game again."Julian, sweetheart, do you think you are ready for another go?"" I am going to put this thing back on and fuck you in the ass, Julian.....yes dear, right up your German ass....... Silkie is going to suck your sweet dick while we do that........I like variety........OOOooooooooohhhhhh...I want to fuck...
Denis stopped her. He was not excited. He was weeping."Silkie, stop. Please. Stop talking. Come into my arms. I love you so much............just let me hold you....."Silence"I think our time as lovers is at its end.""I have a letter from Rachel. In the envelope, she has a letter for you......you need to read it: Slikie took the envelope from Denis and opened it:"Hey Syl...I'm back in L.A. ... I got some bad news yesterday.....I've got cancer! Yeah, fucking breast cancer. Cancer all over. I've...
This continues from the most recent story. Silkie Greene is singing in a nightclub vin Paris, twenty years after her near death experiences in Seattle. She and her sister Rachel have been lovers for their entire lives. Denis, friend and lover to both of them, is with these two women at the club "The Beetles Wing"The crowd had been enjoying themselves, and now they are taking the party out onto the street, the way it is done in Paris. Silkie, Rachel and Denis have started their love and sex...
He was getting all flustered. I was thinking:"Bruce doesn't want to come in his pants in the middle of the fucking library........I knew enough about boys to know they could go off really fast..but still, I was turned on too, and I wanted to be kissing him...........I wanted to kiss him and pull his dick out and kiss him and jack him off right there." So I decided it would be hot to talk to him about that. I had done some hand-jobs with boys at this point in my life, seen some boys come, I...
'Well, Silkie, I wanted him just as much as you. You don't get to see yourself sucking a man's cock from a foot away. It is so arousing. My dead grandfather would be hard as the flat side of his stone house!'' We were not Italy now, we were in Paris seven years later. I knew I wasn't supposed to kiss Denis now, I could get sick, but I didn't care, I could only restrain myself so much, I was praying that the saliva in his mouth didn't poison me, But I wanted him so much, I didn't care. I kissed...
Denis was holding Rachel's right foor by the ankle, with his other hand underneath for support. He was fucking Rachel's buttered toes the way he had been doing mine. Rachel was masturbating,her head back, her eyes closed, her red curls bouncing to her own rhythm, having herself a nice little series of cums. ....... Silkie: "Shit..........shit.....shit shit shit......how I am I going to go on without kissing you again.......................here is the story again............yes, Rachel, I did, I...
"This is my sister Rachel.......we have been lovers since............ I don't know, Rachel................since forever...........we are not lovers all the time now..............but I love her all the time, all the time....."She remembered her twentieth birthday in Seattle, when Leo and Chris and those other women had played the dom game with her, fucked her in every hole, pissed on her..........her mind drifted away from the present to the past......" God, that was so intense, I came so much,...
For ten minutes, Silkie shut out the rest of the world, Denis, Rachel, even Julian, to concentrate, eyes closed, as the artist she was, on the sensations in her own body..............she was thirty-eight years old tonight. She had been having sex of one kind or another since she was fifteen.....................so many lovers................she remembered telling Tom, her special lover when she was nineteen, that she thought she might have fucked a hundred men and boys before she was with...
I am changing the spelling of Silkie Greene's performance name to ''Xilkie Greene''. That spelling seems a little more theatrical She usually had words for every moment, but now she rotated her hips, closed her eyes, and groaned........ Rachel: "Have you ever fucked a woman's butter-filled ass? I know a woman who would like that............... Xilkie. do you want this darling boy to stick his big dick up your ass and fuck you and fuck you till the lights go...
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"Well, your lab partner Sylvia Greenburg is that kind of girl, okay? Lets's say you have a little movie projector in your brain, Bruce, and when you are alone in your bed at night, you run this movie you like on it, and it's your movie, it's about a girl you like or want...............I hope it's me...........and in the movie she is blowing you and all the other stuff in these pictures...........and you are a boy, so, of course, you are jacking off to that...................Bruce.............I...
"I got up on a weekday morning, took a long shower, washed my hair, put on a little light lipstick, then changed my mind and put this ugly, really red shade on. It looked terrible against my pale freckled skin.I put a lot of it on my lips. I thought "This is going to be all over some guy's dick pretty soon.""I piled my hair on top of my head, like I was preparing for some kind of stage role. I never used eye shadow or eyeliner, except on stage, but I found some and put that on around my eyes....
The next day in biology, I was dissecting something with Bruce. Both of us had to get up and move around..........I noticed the boner he had........... I had seen it before, but today it was really obvious..........I wasn't super friendly with him today, just nice and business-like about what we were doing. Both of us got A's in Biology, so we had to do a little bit of actual work; Bruce was the best lab partner you could get.............really smart, really thorough, really...
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