This was his moment. I knew he had longed to feel my breasts for ages. I too had wanted his hands to hold them in the gentle manner that I knew he would. He didn’t disappoint and he cupped them like trophies, carefully examining them after months of waiting and wanting to feel them.
Nicci GreeneMy face filled with the warm glow of embarrassment preventing me from smiling back so I turned and ran away.
Nicci GreeneWe held our heads together and looked into each others eyes as he held me in his arms ready to penetrate me and once again we shared a moment.
Nicci GreeneI held his hand tighter and still squeezing I leant across and kissed his lips, the lips that apologised for his huff as they lovingly connected with mine, and I strained to keep at least one eye on the road.
Nicci GreeneThis was a different urge, not one where I needed him to want me (I knew he already did), not one where I needed him inside (that was too risky, too far even) but one that made me want to pleasure him.
Nicci GreeneThe feeling of pleasure was like nothing I had ever felt before and I wanted his hands to feel me all over as he sat there groping me and I was left wondering was it him or the drug making me feel so good?
Nicci GreeneThe feel of my silky smooth legs made his penis wobble and bounce uncontrollably as my hands reached his hairy chest.
Nicci GreeneI wanted to be respected and to be loved. I longed for a man, like my father, to come and take me away from it all.
Nicci GreeneWe laughed and laughed and passed the bong around each other taking turns to burn our lungs. The room was smokier than ever before and it was late in the afternoon when I realised I was stuck.
I was stuck to the sofa like glue. My whole body sank deeper and deeper into the material. My blood felt like liquid lead in my limbs as if lifting my arm could not be possible without a powerful crane. My mind drifted to the big cranes you see on building sites and I imagined it attempting to lift my arm as it buckled under the weight.
I closed my eyes unable to hold my eyelids open anymore. My body sank even deeper as if the sofa was melting chocolate and my body heat was melting it beneath me. It began to feel like thick treacle beneath me as if it would stick to me making it harder for me to move or get up then I felt his hand again.
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He must have felt a surge as he pulled away out of my mouth careful not to come too early and ruin the rest of his playtime.
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