control.”
E’tienne crossed his arms and stepped away from me, giving me space to keep pacing. I peeked around him. I wanted to see if anyone had left the dining hall.
“Look, you can’t tell anyone, okay?” I pleaded.
“But you can’t tell anyone what I did, either. I mean, I know you wouldn’t, which is why I told you, but how do I go about seeking forgiveness?”
I felt horrible because I ceased caring about E’tienne’s problems once I realized we were alone. Far away from from everyone else who didn’t understand the spoils of youth, or how ridiculous it was to lock up all human desires to feel.
“What do you think of me, E’tienne?” I asked, with an inner confidence that rose inexplicably from the blood boiling throughout my body.
E’tienne shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Yes you can, I saw how you looked at me in my bungalow.”
“Sister...I...I...this is so wrong...” he stammered.
“We need to talk, but we also need to keep walking,” I said.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
I had a strange strength overcome my entire body and mind. My mind was set. I wanted to taste E’tienne’s flesh. I wanted to surrender myself to him and the urges.
I turned around and started walking toward a building at the other end of the field. I turned my head over my shoulder, and gave E’tienne a raise of my eyebrow, as I let him know that it was okay to begin seeing me as someone who was ready to submit. “Follow me,” I said.
E’tienne flashed a smile of a man who was in disbelief. But I could tell he was eager to pursue something more from me because the loose fabric on his basketball shorts began to bulge out a little.
Chapter Five
We entered an empty shack where the mission kept their sporting and maintenance equipment. Against the wall, a concrete work bench which had a hammer and nails resting on top of its cold, flat surface, was illuminated by the moonlight through the single window inside the old, wooden, musty rustic construction.
I entered first. I looked back at E’tienne, and flashed him a pair of acquiescent green eyes, half closed, and which signaled the need for his immediate touch. I rested my stomach against the bench and widened my stance a little, which gave my backside a natural lift.
E’tienne softly closed the rickety old door behind him. He stood still, staring at me in my position of estrus. “Sister Jessie, I don’t know about this,” he said, while pulling back his scalp with his hand, his fingers resting and then sliding off his dreads.
I spread my legs farther apart and looked up at the moon that shone through the single window, eagerly awaiting E’tienne’s first move. “I will not protest,” I said, as my chest began panting back and forth with an anticipatory rhythm.
I heard his footsteps lightly tapping the hard, uneven concrete as he approached me from behind. His warm aura draped over me. His intensifying breaths began syncing with mine. E’tienne’s arm brushed under my armpit; his large hand grappled my right breast, temporarily transferring his primitive desires through his gentle grip.
I hastily unbuttoned my shirt, E’tienne pulled it off my back with fervent yanks. “Don’t tear it,” I said, in between my palpitating breaths. E’tienne’s other hand began pulling up on my long skirt. The skirt draped over his forearm as he gently squeezed by ass with his brutish hand. His grips were strong and sensual, his conditioning evident even through the tips of his fingers.
“I want your fingers inside of me,” I whispered. I wanted to experience what I felt in the hot tub that one night, but this time I would hold still, and hope for E’tienne to pick up the intensity of his insertion.
“I’m sorry if I’m too wet,” I said, while taking a quick glance over my shoulder. His brow was crinkled in lustful concentration as he peered at my backside.
“I don’t mind,” he said, with a pleasurable smile.
E’tienne
E’tienne crossed his arms and stepped away from me, giving me space to keep pacing. I peeked around him. I wanted to see if anyone had left the dining hall.
“Look, you can’t tell anyone, okay?” I pleaded.
“But you can’t tell anyone what I did, either. I mean, I know you wouldn’t, which is why I told you, but how do I go about seeking forgiveness?”
I felt horrible because I ceased caring about E’tienne’s problems once I realized we were alone. Far away from from everyone else who didn’t understand the spoils of youth, or how ridiculous it was to lock up all human desires to feel.
“What do you think of me, E’tienne?” I asked, with an inner confidence that rose inexplicably from the blood boiling throughout my body.
E’tienne shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Yes you can, I saw how you looked at me in my bungalow.”
“Sister...I...I...this is so wrong...” he stammered.
“We need to talk, but we also need to keep walking,” I said.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked.
I had a strange strength overcome my entire body and mind. My mind was set. I wanted to taste E’tienne’s flesh. I wanted to surrender myself to him and the urges.
I turned around and started walking toward a building at the other end of the field. I turned my head over my shoulder, and gave E’tienne a raise of my eyebrow, as I let him know that it was okay to begin seeing me as someone who was ready to submit. “Follow me,” I said.
E’tienne flashed a smile of a man who was in disbelief. But I could tell he was eager to pursue something more from me because the loose fabric on his basketball shorts began to bulge out a little.
Chapter Five
We entered an empty shack where the mission kept their sporting and maintenance equipment. Against the wall, a concrete work bench which had a hammer and nails resting on top of its cold, flat surface, was illuminated by the moonlight through the single window inside the old, wooden, musty rustic construction.
I entered first. I looked back at E’tienne, and flashed him a pair of acquiescent green eyes, half closed, and which signaled the need for his immediate touch. I rested my stomach against the bench and widened my stance a little, which gave my backside a natural lift.
E’tienne softly closed the rickety old door behind him. He stood still, staring at me in my position of estrus. “Sister Jessie, I don’t know about this,” he said, while pulling back his scalp with his hand, his fingers resting and then sliding off his dreads.
I spread my legs farther apart and looked up at the moon that shone through the single window, eagerly awaiting E’tienne’s first move. “I will not protest,” I said, as my chest began panting back and forth with an anticipatory rhythm.
I heard his footsteps lightly tapping the hard, uneven concrete as he approached me from behind. His warm aura draped over me. His intensifying breaths began syncing with mine. E’tienne’s arm brushed under my armpit; his large hand grappled my right breast, temporarily transferring his primitive desires through his gentle grip.
I hastily unbuttoned my shirt, E’tienne pulled it off my back with fervent yanks. “Don’t tear it,” I said, in between my palpitating breaths. E’tienne’s other hand began pulling up on my long skirt. The skirt draped over his forearm as he gently squeezed by ass with his brutish hand. His grips were strong and sensual, his conditioning evident even through the tips of his fingers.
“I want your fingers inside of me,” I whispered. I wanted to experience what I felt in the hot tub that one night, but this time I would hold still, and hope for E’tienne to pick up the intensity of his insertion.
“I’m sorry if I’m too wet,” I said, while taking a quick glance over my shoulder. His brow was crinkled in lustful concentration as he peered at my backside.
“I don’t mind,” he said, with a pleasurable smile.
E’tienne
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