I told myself I’ll write more during summer, but work has recently been dipping me in lava. WARNING: For adults only.
She undressed, slowly slipping the lavender silk night gown next to the bathroom door. She raised her hands as if shackled by an unknown puppeteer, brought them back down and pointed at his manhood. Like a panther ready to pounce, Mrs. Bouchon-Young stalked around the corners of the bed sharpening her reddish violet nails against his unshaven legs. Mr. Young shivered. He hastily pulled his legs back, but in order to re-establish the romance he let out a groan and slicked her hair back. She lunged at him.
‘Not again…’ he thought ‘This is twice today.’ Their pelvises touched.
Her arms wrapped around his shoulder and guttural sounds filled the cinnamon infused bedroom.
‘I can do this…’ his mind wandered somewhere else ‘How much could this woman fuck? It’s turning into a chore…I’ll grab her breasts to hasten this.’
Mr. Young squeezed the fullness of her femininity and even decided to bite her nipples for good measure. She let out a roar as she galloped faster.
‘Wrong move…’ he deliberated.
“Do that again!” Mrs. Bouchon-Young cawed.
“Sure honey.” He lied.
This was the ticket to normalcy so he’d better do a good job keeping this woman. She finally finished. Mr. Young was complimented on his good work in great sex as she rolled over and wished him goodnight.
‘Oh thank god…’ he whispered to himself.
Although he was glad that acting was over, he hadn’t finished. What about him? He peeked under the blanket to see an erect phalanx swollen from friction. Déjà vu struck.
The bathroom was an inviting place. It was solitary, allowing him time to himself, and a portal to a past world where he could be.
He squirted some lotion in his hand and freed a pleasant and nostalgic spray of Lacoste pour home in the middle of the room. It reminded him of those nights on Aidan’s bed. He stroked his cock. The thought of Aidan, the warmth and smile, and the perfect posture surged a rush of blood to very important places. He leaned over the sink, but he didn’t want to finish within a minute, it took ten to knock out sally. He had to make it worthwhile to make this moment of the past to last longer….
Kasey Young hugged Aidan’s legs and devoured him. Aidan retracted in ecstasy. Kasey continued dealing blows. Just to tease, Aidan put on his shorts and ran outside to the backyard near the pool. Kasey giggled and followed near the fountain.
They kissed under the fountain beside the cliff.
Part of him spewed all over the pure titanium sink. ‘Trapped’ he thought as he walked back into the cinnamon infused room…
End of part 1.
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