Thursday, August 18, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
The Quickie
She was beginning to pull a long face, depression was slowly creeping in. These were emotions she normally felt but which in the past few weeks had gone on a long journey. Now they were back, knocking on her emotional door and like always, she was about to let them in. She missed the long conversations she shared with him in the mornings, you'd think the last one she had was a year the way she was beginning feel, her expression was beginning to dim. Then she suddenly had the house all to herself and pinged him. He replied and as usual a thrill shot through her. For somebody who was used to having an explanation for everything the fact her feelings were so intense, so full, so lacking a sensible explanation threw her off completely.
As usual she chatted an assortment as her thoughts flowed. The excitement was back and her body which always betrayed her with him was tingling already. Then somewhere in the conversation he asked if she'd want a quickie in her usual way she sad uh huh but soon said other things hoping he wouldn't notice. Then she received the next chat ‘call now’. She always wondered how his demands seemed to register with simple words, maybe it was just the way she read the chat in his voice or maybe she just wanted them to sound like that, at this point she could only wonder.
As usual she chatted an assortment as her thoughts flowed. The excitement was back and her body which always betrayed her with him was tingling already. Then somewhere in the conversation he asked if she'd want a quickie in her usual way she sad uh huh but soon said other things hoping he wouldn't notice. Then she received the next chat ‘call now’. She always wondered how his demands seemed to register with simple words, maybe it was just the way she read the chat in his voice or maybe she just wanted them to sound like that, at this point she could only wonder.
“Do you want me?” She bit back a reply, what she wanted was more than the words she’d form would express.
“Bend forward, I’m standing behind you now, slowly rubbing your breasts, tracing circles round your nipples, feeling them become taut.”
She bit down on a moan, her body all on its own volition had become a quivering electrified mass.
“Spread your legs wide, I’m rubbing my penis on your behind, I feel you want me, I feel your wetness, I’m coming in slowly and I feel you begin to quiver. You’re coming faster, beginning to drip.
She felt my stomach muscles clench and began to moan louder. All it took was 5minutes or less, she wasn't even sure. But the smile that stuck on her face thereafter was one which could not be explained.
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