Silkie n Paris Part 2015 From No Anesthetic
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."Taste that, bitch"....Denis was moaning. tears were running off his face....."Oh please.......................Silke.......................oh...................oh please"If there was ever a tonic of love for her, this was it." Denis, I can reach down and rub my clit when I fuck you with it.....................oh shit..................that makes me so fucking hot....."Silkie had already had a lot of sex this evening, an orgasm that literally knocked her out; she thought about Rachel's tongue...
(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!...
"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...
"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....
Ce jour-l?, Maxime Lamothe eu 17 ans pour la premi?re fois de sa vie. Bien s?r, il avait eu 16 ans, aussi, et 15 ans avant ?a. Mais ces ann?es-l? ?taient encore porteuses d'espoir. Il avait attendu, attendu, mais il s'?tait jur? que si ??a? ne changeait pas, il irait voir quelqu'un. Au cas o?. C'?tait maintenant. - Ecoutez, jeune homme...je ne vois rien d'anormal. Votre taille ne devrait...plus tellement changer. Vos parents ?taient d?j? petits eux aussi, apr?s tout. Mais c'est vrai, g?n?ralement...enfin....-...
"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!...
Later on that summer, I blew the drummer who played with my mom when she was singing. He was thirty, at least. Oh my god, Tom, I'm glad my mom never found out about that. I think she would have killed him, like shot in the face killed him. You have never met her, but mom has been playing and working in nightclubs since she was a teenager, she has a permit for a gun and carries one. She knows how to use it, too. I went to one of her shows, and she had to leave the club for something between sets...
........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...
She enjoyed the attention to her breasts. She held them in her hands and turned around. "Do you think they are pretty or just too big and goofy looking on my body?""Come over here and let me see"She was standing next to him.He put his arm around her waist and pulled her in." Those are the loveliest titties I've ever seen. All I want to do is just kiss them and love them."Silkie lifted her right breast, put it close to his face." Would you kiss my nipple, please?" Her nipple, her breast and her...
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...
. Note: In the last post, I introduced Sylvia's friend Judy Chavez, a bi-sexual teen from Panama. Judy becomes her lover and she acts as the dom in their relationship. Judy got Sylvia to have sex with more than one boy or girl at a time. Sylvia loves this more than she ever thought she would` She loves being a "sub" even better. I practiced using everything I had to make the bj thing hotter and more interesting for both of us. I used my lips, especially my tongue, out there where he could see,...
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...
"How does that feel, Leo, if I push my ass on you like that? How does that feel, baby?" " If he comes before I do, I'm gonna be really pissed. Can't have that. I need to come, I really need it, I don't think he is going to last very long." "One thing I learned about getting it in my ass is that I can rub myself as hard and fast as I want, the dick never gets in the way, and the guy is still fucking me like crazy................"" 'I was masturbating as hard as I could. He had his arms around...
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The next morning I languidly fulfilled my beauty toilette and sorrowfully gazed upon my hair. Alas the set had run it's course. There was still some body left but the crisp controlled movements of my cut did not follow my wishes. Not knowing really what to do I took a few rollers from the set Claudette had given me and while my hair was still damp, I rolled as best I could some rollers into the lower sides of my do. I hoped that this little help would bring back the sexy underoll on my...
"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...
The soft light coming through the french windows finally aroused me from my slumber. A smile was already on my lips. All through the night soft hands caressed bodies and bra clad breasts would come into clenching contact. Occasionally a smooth creamy pair of lips would nibble a dangling earlobe. No attempt was made at overt sex. We simply enjoyed being two women in a night long embrace. As I opened my eyes just a little, I reached behind me to hopefully squeeze one of Claudette's...
"Let's make you even happier, Wendy. On the way to dinner we will stop by the Salon de Coiffure - Renee Garnier and we shall BOTH make appointments for tomorrow. I am one of Silvia's best customers and she will surely work us into her schedule. Would you like that, mon cherie? "Oh yes, Claudette. I would like nothing more. Having you to introduce me to the Salon will be a great relief for me." "I thought it might. We wouldn't want pretty Wendy to be nervous in her first appointment...
As happy as a woman can be, I paid the bill for both of us and left very generous tips for all concerned. With words of well wishing in my ears we left the salon and came back into the real world. As real as Paris ever is. Wrapped up in myself, it occurred to me that I had not even looked at Claudette. I turned on the sidewalk and placed my hands on Claudette's shoulders and gave her a good look. Breathtaking! Her ash blonde hair was a symphony of curls which reached to her shoulders...
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