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Short Story in Progress…(Kissing in My Sleep)

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sunset in carlbad

Before dawn, Franco saw me sleeping peacefully on my stomach. At the apex of my legs, tender pussy lips peeked out a little, enough to offer him a look.  Franco shyly parted my legs enough to breathe me in. Inhaled. Held it.

His warm tongue feather-kissed my skin at the curve of my spine and down my ass, then nestled in my pussy. Exhaled.

I received his kisses in my sleep, and asphyxiated him between my sleeping thighs.

Short Story (in progress)

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This is an excerpt from my first erotic short story.  EnJOY!

 

I was wet. I checked. Tempted to massage my clit to orgasm, but I feared falling out of my chaise lounge.  Exhibitionist, no. This wickedly horny feeling invaded me, making me crave his touch. The morning had been consumed with back and forth emails and texting.  All it took was that one sentence to light my little flame, deep inside my stomach.

You make me so hard, Ms. Delacroix.

My immediate response did not mirror the blowing bubbles, bouncing and bursting inside of me, nor my giddy girlie smile.

“Mr. Washington, it was my pleasure.”

With eyes closed and sunshine burning my cocoa skin, daydreams and fantasies secured me, but my body’s yearning betrayed me.  Kegels are the best internal exercise a woman can do. All I could do was squeeze and release, and imagine his hard dick and thick sensitive head kissing my tender petals.  He called my pussy a Plumeria.

 

plumeria

 

Licking Flames

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flames

Piercing moist lips between my teeth

and caressing the silky King duvet

Franco removed my clothes

One piece at a time

Taking full control.

 

He gradually unleashed intentional dominion

To cage  my composure

Unwrapping licking flames

Tempting and tasting

Organically vulnerable, naked truth

In pearl-sized translucent drops

Between parting lips

That only discourse

Through intercourse

Would consume.

 

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Franco’s warm lips rimmed in frisky whiskers

Kissed a path from my collar bone

To my bare baby soft mound

Marking his territory

Staking his claim

Tongue-teasing my swelling delicacy.

 

Shivering

In his heat

Trembling anticipation

Accusing my body

Of what my lust was guilty for

“Please, Franco.”

Mouth betrayed mind

Stuttering

“Mmm-make lovvvvvve to meee.”

 

Captivated in kisses

Franco carried me to the window sill

Each breath shared

Until the cool of the glass

Blanketed my back

Stealing my own air

And libidinous wanting charged

The magnetic space between us.

 

Franco’s hands palmed my hips and butt

Introducing his throbbing head

To my clit no longer in hiding

I wanted to push into it

Onto it

Massage it with my wetness

But Franco’s power sedated me

Into a hypnotic blur.

 

“I’m going to fuck the sweet nectar out of you.

Then give you recovery time while you sleep.

When you awaken

I will make passionate love to you

And fall asleep in your wet residue.”

 

“Franco, take it the way you want it.”

He covered my mouth with one hand

Pushing my head gently against the window

And lifted my leg up

Until my ankle rested on his shoulder

Wide open and ready,

A pussy-soaking masterpiece

Ready to be painted on the walls

of Suite 1124.

 

Haiku Heat #8: Nasty

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A nasty Haiku
Pussy palpitations win
Can’t write sex like this