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I am trying something different with these stories. Instead of writing a single narrative, I have written 10 vignettes from a relationship. Each chapter alternates between the point of view of the two main characters and is written as if talking to the other person.
In addition, I have written each chapter as a quickie; all of the stories are 1,000 words or less, which is something of a challenge for me. They take place in chronological order, although there may be days, weeks or months between chapters.
Please let me know what you think of this style by leaving a comment or send me feedback via email.
Enjoy!
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She said
The tile floor is cold and hard.
I crawl on my hands and knees, led by the leash in your hand.
Sun shines down on the patio behind the resort’s private bungalow. We are both naked; you because you like it, me because you have forbidden me to wear clothes in private.
My pendulous breasts hang just inches off the ground. The horse tail from the buttplug tickles the back of my thighs. My pussy is full of your cum.
This was supposed to be our honeymoon, but thanks to the coronavirus, we had to put it off for a year.
It’s perfect for our anniversary, though.
You went all out. The all-inclusive resort gives us privacy, but still caters to our every need.
We did a lot of fucking during the pandemic quarantine. Yet I’m still as in love with you as I was the day we met.
I gave myself to you at our wedding. And you gave yourself to me. We put all canlı bahis of our past issues to rest.
You collared me the first night in our marital bed, and I have been in complete bliss ever since.
I love the way you look at me.
You know exactly what I want.
You make me feel wanted.
You make me feel safe.
I have no issue being your slutty wife when you get in one of your moods.
Under the pergola is an outdoor double bed. The cleaning crew changes the covering every morning.
You spread out a towel and lay down. You pat the mattress and I hop in next to you.
I lay in your lap and take your cock in my mouth.
“That feels so good, Kitten.” I smile at your praise and gentle caress.
You fondle my tits while I give you a slow, leisurely blow job.
The rest of our week passes similarly.
I spend most of the time naked. When we leave the bungalow, you insist that I wear as little as possible.
It makes me very self-conscious. But you don’t care.
We’ve tried some light bondage. I don’t like being struck or whipped. But I love the rush of exhibitionism. I love to be put on display.
You like showing me off. You like it when other men (and women) ogle my big titties and my round hips.
You also like it when I flirt with other people. When I dance too close to other men or women.
The sex is usually extra hot after one of those encounters.
You take great delight in edging me. At one point, you put a vibrator inside me, set it on medium and leave bahis siteleri me alone for half an hour.
My teeth are chattering and I curse at you for driving me fucking crazy.
Your response is to stick your cock between my tits and cum all over my chest. I go to dinner with your jizz all over my chest and neck.
When we return, as soon as I am through the door, I begin to disrobe. But something feral comes over you.
Tearing at my clothes, you bend me over the arm of the couch and take me.
It’s not tender or slow.
I love it. I love that you want to be inside me. You need to be inside me.
My legs spread as you pound away at me until you cum.
When you’re done, you leave me there. My pussy sticks up in the air, freshly-fucked.
You haven’t given me permission to move.
The blindfold goes back on. You take me back to bed and tie me down with long silk scarves, my arms and legs spread.
I feel your hands and lips caress me. You trace shapes on my belly and arms with your fingertips, making my skin crawl.
You make me jump when something frozen enters my pussy. An ice cube.
The cold makes my nipples crinkle up. Your mouth is warm on my clit. It drives me crazy.
I begin to thrash on the bed.
My heart skips a beat and I begin to panic when someone kisses me while I’m being eaten out.
“It’s okay,” you whisper in my ear. “I’m right here.”
Your presence is comforting, although I am unsettled by the fact that there are two other people molesting me.
“Say bahis şirketleri the word if you want us to stop.” Everyone pauses as you give me an out.
I just go with it, giving myself over to whatever fantasy you have conjured up. My trust in you is absolute.
My discomfort is washed away when they go back to work on me. Whoever is between my legs makes me scream in ecstasy.
The other mouth latches on to a nipple. Your touch caresses my cheek.
A third mouth descends on my other breast.
You never release me from the ties as the four of you take turns pleasuring me.
I think my whole evening was one big orgasm. I suck a lot of cock. I eat a lot of pussy.
I am fucked and tribbed and fingered and caressed all night long. I cum and scream and cum some more.
It’s dark when you finally take the blindfold off and untie me. Our other lovers have gone.
We take a long, hot bath. We wash away the smell of sex and the taste of condoms from my pussy.
We return to bed.
I didn’t do a whole lot of work, but I’m exhausted.
You mount me. I am content take you inside me.
My pussy has been used, but I never tire of you, and I will never deny you.
I brush your cheek with my hand. You are so handsome in the moonlight that shines through the windows.
“I want to see your face when you cum,” I whisper.
You clench your teeth when it hits you. I fall in love with you all over again.
Cuddled up in each others’s arms, we are right where we are meant to be.
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This is the last chapter I have for this couple right now. I might pick up with them later, and I may go to a more traditional narrative, or stick with the “quickie” format if that’s what you like. Please let me know!
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