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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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... I’m not sure when I started to feel nothing. Not now I mean, but before. Before him. Before the one. The day to day mundane hum of life, the cloying sweetness of vanilla served with clotted cream. Yet the moment he first came back to mine, turned the lights out suddenly when I was getting the wine from the fridge. That was the moment I began to feel again. He crept up behind me and clasped a hand over my mouth, pulling me close to him as I gasped for air, fear gripping me as I adjusted to the darkness until I felt his lips on my neck and his other hand slide down the front of my jeans in to my knickers and straight to the hot damp heat of my pussy. His fingers deftly feeling between the soft folds of my skin, in to the sweetness that lay beyond. His other hand reaching down to undo the buttons, his lips still on my neck as my breathing quickened. This virtual stranger had somehow switched me back on at the same time as he turned me on. He pushed me forwards over the counter, pulling my jeans and knickers down past my knees, spreading my ass cheeks until I felt his hot tongue push its way in to my tightest hole, his fingers reaching round to bury themselves in to my now wet pussy. As he came back up I could feel the hardness of his cock push up against me and in one fast move he had pushed me further forward and thrust his hardness deep up inside my pussy, gripping my hips with his hands as he began to thrust in to me in the darkness of my kitchen that night. Harder he thrust in to me until his hot cum exploded deep up inside me, and then just as quickly he pulled out and simply went to the fridge to get the wine, leaving me gasping for my breath.
And now here we are; the fear and shock of surprise taken to new levels just to keep me feeling alive. Feeling anything. Each time more strangers in the mix, more eyes on me, more risk. He crafted and played his role to perfection, each drop off point a carefully planned secret. I am wet with sweat under the heat of the night, my breasts and pussy exposed to whoever might see me, but if they see me I’ve lost. I no longer know who craves the game more, me or him? I have reached the main road and now must cross in to the city, think like a fox. Fearless and cunning. I duck behind the barriers as a lorry races past and then it’s time to run again, up over the barrier and sprinting across the road, desperate to not be caught. For no one to sound their horns or alert him in any way... |
