open and my heart jumps in excitable panic. It feels like I’m about to be
frisked, arrested for my duplicitous behaviour.
He
manoeuvres himself gingerly as if he is gauging my submission, and then he rests
forward to divert my attention, nuzzling into my nape and smothering me with
kisses. I have no wish to challenge his intentions, and with clear signs of my
consent, he grabs me firmly at the hips and eases into me with a tantalising
expectancy. Oh my, he is blessed, well-blessed and I give silent thanks
for his generosity.
He stays
inside me, motionless, smoothing his hands over my behind, taunting me. I wait
patiently, aching for his foray. Soon enough, his hands clasp tightly onto my
hips again, and his voracious erection lunges in deep, making me squeal out in
surprise. Then he reverts back to tease mode, sinking into me slowly. I am
hooked on the sensation, the rhythmic rebounding of fullness as he ambushes me
from behind, over and over again. His provocative swing continues, stirring me
up into full flow.
This is
so, so wrong . My darling, unsuspecting Ethan, unaware of my errant side.
Even I am unfamiliar with it! Has the ‘smoke and mirrors’ brought out the
floozy in me?
I can feel
his bounteous pulsation sliding deep within me when he breathes gently into my
ear and around my neck, sending torturous tingles down my side. He lets out a
rasping groan of immense pleasure as he tugs forcefully at my hips to charge
through my body. I feel gluttonous; I want more and more of him inside me even
though I’m not physically able to accommodate any more of his ample length.
I find
myself drowning in the organic touch of his invasive hands, the woody smell of
his aftershave and the sensual sound of his raw breaths that reveal his hunger
for thrills. Perhaps my other senses have been magically amplified with my lack
of sight. He sustains his momentum, denying me of gratification but feeding my
kicks and he is relentless in his intrusion.
When necessity
takes control he grabs my long hair at the nape and grips it in his fist, using
it as a rein. Then he locks his left hand onto my hip to anchor himself as
plunges into me with mounting speed, his manic thrusts jerking me back and
forth. My fingers are clawing at the sheets as if I’m trying to escape. However ,
this is the furthest thing from my mind. I bask in the sound of his
groin pounding against my ass, each thrust escalating his longing for relief. There
is something about his rhythm that I find extremely erotic. Oh Jeez, how I’ve
missed this.
His hands release
their grip and edge up towards my breasts jiggling up and down like two playful
puppies. He cradles them, trying to restrain their bounce, and then he squeezes
my nipples firmly between his fingers as I wallow in my pain.
Within
seconds, my pain is overshadowed by the advent of rapture. My forearms shift
back and forth rapidly on the soft sheets as he throbs inside me with a
frenzied intensity. The head-board slams against the wall like a freight train,
echoing his tempo. I hope the neighbours are heavy sleepers, thank goodness
I won’t be seeing them over breakfast.
I feel like
‘Sleeping Beauty’; one kiss from my Prince has awakened my slumbering sensuality,
refreshing my spirit. Although I have to say that being humped from behind
makes me more of a Jezebel than a vestal Princess.
Then his
head reaches forward to my face and without warning he sinks into my neck,
sucking passionately as if releasing a pent-up tension. Crap! He’s going to
leave a stamp of my sins for the world to see.
The magnitude
of my predicament hits me like a thunder-bolt. I want to run back into Ethan’s
arms, I love him, I miss my beautiful boy . I need to bring an immediate
end to this sleazy liaison. However, whereas my conscience had always been so
heedful of me, I’m concerned that Ms Rebel is exploiting her overnight release privileges. She’s going on tag in future.
My whimpers
of ecstasy begin to get louder
frisked, arrested for my duplicitous behaviour.
He
manoeuvres himself gingerly as if he is gauging my submission, and then he rests
forward to divert my attention, nuzzling into my nape and smothering me with
kisses. I have no wish to challenge his intentions, and with clear signs of my
consent, he grabs me firmly at the hips and eases into me with a tantalising
expectancy. Oh my, he is blessed, well-blessed and I give silent thanks
for his generosity.
He stays
inside me, motionless, smoothing his hands over my behind, taunting me. I wait
patiently, aching for his foray. Soon enough, his hands clasp tightly onto my
hips again, and his voracious erection lunges in deep, making me squeal out in
surprise. Then he reverts back to tease mode, sinking into me slowly. I am
hooked on the sensation, the rhythmic rebounding of fullness as he ambushes me
from behind, over and over again. His provocative swing continues, stirring me
up into full flow.
This is
so, so wrong . My darling, unsuspecting Ethan, unaware of my errant side.
Even I am unfamiliar with it! Has the ‘smoke and mirrors’ brought out the
floozy in me?
I can feel
his bounteous pulsation sliding deep within me when he breathes gently into my
ear and around my neck, sending torturous tingles down my side. He lets out a
rasping groan of immense pleasure as he tugs forcefully at my hips to charge
through my body. I feel gluttonous; I want more and more of him inside me even
though I’m not physically able to accommodate any more of his ample length.
I find
myself drowning in the organic touch of his invasive hands, the woody smell of
his aftershave and the sensual sound of his raw breaths that reveal his hunger
for thrills. Perhaps my other senses have been magically amplified with my lack
of sight. He sustains his momentum, denying me of gratification but feeding my
kicks and he is relentless in his intrusion.
When necessity
takes control he grabs my long hair at the nape and grips it in his fist, using
it as a rein. Then he locks his left hand onto my hip to anchor himself as
plunges into me with mounting speed, his manic thrusts jerking me back and
forth. My fingers are clawing at the sheets as if I’m trying to escape. However ,
this is the furthest thing from my mind. I bask in the sound of his
groin pounding against my ass, each thrust escalating his longing for relief. There
is something about his rhythm that I find extremely erotic. Oh Jeez, how I’ve
missed this.
His hands release
their grip and edge up towards my breasts jiggling up and down like two playful
puppies. He cradles them, trying to restrain their bounce, and then he squeezes
my nipples firmly between his fingers as I wallow in my pain.
Within
seconds, my pain is overshadowed by the advent of rapture. My forearms shift
back and forth rapidly on the soft sheets as he throbs inside me with a
frenzied intensity. The head-board slams against the wall like a freight train,
echoing his tempo. I hope the neighbours are heavy sleepers, thank goodness
I won’t be seeing them over breakfast.
I feel like
‘Sleeping Beauty’; one kiss from my Prince has awakened my slumbering sensuality,
refreshing my spirit. Although I have to say that being humped from behind
makes me more of a Jezebel than a vestal Princess.
Then his
head reaches forward to my face and without warning he sinks into my neck,
sucking passionately as if releasing a pent-up tension. Crap! He’s going to
leave a stamp of my sins for the world to see.
The magnitude
of my predicament hits me like a thunder-bolt. I want to run back into Ethan’s
arms, I love him, I miss my beautiful boy . I need to bring an immediate
end to this sleazy liaison. However, whereas my conscience had always been so
heedful of me, I’m concerned that Ms Rebel is exploiting her overnight release privileges. She’s going on tag in future.
My whimpers
of ecstasy begin to get louder
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