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not getting any, maybe thats why
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well, would like to share with you guys something i plucked off the net.
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As usual I was up long before R and had already completed my run and showered. I was at the sink rinsing out my coffee cup in a sweatshirt and panties, I heard him stumble out of the bathroom and now he was behind me his hands on my hips, kissing my neck and ears, while rubbing his pelvis into my hip. In the morning R is typically affectionate but today he was amorous, check that, horny.
“Hmmm, your irresistible, that cute ass of yours, your so sexy,” he whispered. Who knew a tattered college sweatshirt would be an object of arousal. “Let’s go back to bed for a while.” By now his hands had slipped under the sweatshirt and fondled my breasts. Not very convincingly I protested that I had a meeting to go to and asked him, “Don’t you need to go to work? “I have a meeting near here at ten and then he asked me about my meeting and I told him it was a networking breakfast. “You mean a meeting where no one expects you and no one will miss you?” I wouldn’t have put it that way but that was true. “But I could use the contacts,” my protests were getting weaker as a finger had found its way to my cunny. “Mmmm,” I murmured softly, and he knew I had surrendered.
As the sweatshirt lifted over my head my eyes met those of the landlady who was dragging the hose to the flowerbeds next to our apartment. I saw her smile as she did a u-turn and went to check on a different bed. He pulled the panties off my hips and slipped his fingers into me and then I felt him begin to probe with his penis, I folded myself over the counter and he entered me. After we went back to bed for round two, after which he sprung up and headed to the shower, satisfied. Leaving me with my motor running and knowing it would be noon before I could get anything productive done.
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hot! this is how good erotic literature should be like. subtle, nothing too aggressive like "OH YEAH YEAH FUCK ME RIGHT THERE!" (who the heck screams like that in reality anyway? not even me!), and definitely a scene that we could all imagine ourselves to be in. bent over a kitchen top? yes please!
i guess being a writer manifests my life in more ways than one, considering how suggestive text
appeals to me more than visual porn does. haha.
kthxbai =)
