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Thrill (FF, affair)
by Isa Vierula
You had invited me for a dinner. I decided to bring a bottle of
champagne, but this was one of those days: I destroyed the
romantic evening already at the wine shop, grabbed a bottle of
Moet 1986 from the shelf carelessly, threw the money to the
cashier and stuffed the bottle in a plastic bag. Just like a
little terminator, my inner power is so unexpected and hard to
handle, it rapes every romantic seed you have planted.
We had decided to meet on the street in the city. I walked like I
usually do: slow, heavy, demanding steps in my black boots. I saw
you standing there, joyfully walking towards me. As this was one
of those days, I did not smile. When I came closer, I noticed
that your smile began to vanish, you seemed nervous. You had been
waiting for the kind girl, but only now you realized how much I
have changed. I knew this inconceivable power would make you
nervous - scared at first, but excited later on. I walked until I
was too close to you, gave a quick cool smile to make you relax
just slightly. We turned to walk to your place, not saying a
word. The heavy steps of mine now had an echo of your soft, fast
and nervous ones.
You opened the door for me, I walked in with boots and leather
jacket still on. You had prepared a romantic table for us two,
candles and red wine. The music was on, but I asked you to turn
it off. The warm and appealing smell of the meal reached me, but
I was not hungry for that yet. I would let you know as soon as I
am.You stood there, so beautiful and fragile, waiting for me
finally to be kind.
Silence. The tension between us was thick like thunder. I touched
your hair, my strong hand touched toughly your neck, and I gave
you a hot and demanding kiss. I felt your anxiety. My Sweet Angel
had been waiting for me, had prepared all this for me. But the
passion inside me was overwhelming, not kind and soft, it was
burning red and black.
I left the living room, went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer
from the fridge. "Let's be quiet for a while", I said and drank
the beer. You had claimed that you like my roughness, but this
was almost too much. I lifted you up and carried back to the
living room, there threw you onto the sofa. You grasped air from
surprise and resigned. I noticed now that you were almost afraid.
"Don't be scared, my love, if it hurts, it'll be pain of
pleasure." I said. You didn't know what I was up to. I asked you
to turn your back to me, took slowly your clothes off, one at a
time. My Sweet Angel was still short of breath, her skin so pale.
I asked you not to look at me, took my own clothes off and opened
the champagne - the sound frightened you even more. I poured some
of it onto your body, heard you screaming. But now your fear
began to blend with excitement.You tried to turn around, face me,
but I did not want you to relax more. I held you tightly with one
hand, let the champagne run along your back and bum, then licked
it from your smooth skin.You gasped for breath, and I noticed
your hard nipples and breasts, which looked so inviting. I asked
you to move to the floor, bend down to your knees and started to
lick your bum, and your inner thighs. My tongue finally reached
your red and puffy sweetness, I licked your clit just a bit, then
your wet inner lips, and let my tongue dive deep into you,
exploring the whole warm wetness. I could smell and taste that
you wanted this. The champagne mixed with the taste of your sweat
of fear and with the begging taste of you.
I stayed behind you, my arms around you and started rubbing your
clit, which was hard, ready for my touch. I rubbed it forcefully,
my other hand playing with your breasts and nipples, eagerly and
passionately, making you wail. Now I let you feel that I was
wearing a dildo. You love to be fucked, almost so hard that it
hurts, and oh, how much I want to fuck you right now. Down on
your knees you were waiting for me to finally let you come. I
started fucking you strongly, rubbing your clit at the same time,
harder and harder, harder and harder... until you surrended to
me, cried of pleasure and collapsed onto the floor.
[Whiplady...]
You were still short of breath, but I asked you to get up and
give me what I wanted, to show all the power you had. I used my
own hand and you helped me, teared my hair, and I felt how your
fingernails plunged into my skin. You brought me closer by every
touch, through the pain.
My body became senseless, as the waves of pain and pleasure
racking slowly threw me to the final satisfaction and exhaustion.
"Nice meal, eh?"
I said. You smiled, and I gave you a long kiss. "Now let's get
back to the candles and get something to eat, shall we dear?"
The smile on your face promised a
nice dinner - and something for dessert...
............ The fabulous writer of this story: Isa Vierula .......
Her author Profile:
"I'm Isa, living in Helsinki, 28 years.
I love sex - but just with my lovely girlfriend
(or sometimes alone...)"
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