Tuesday, September 30, 2014
Thursday, September 11, 2014
GIRLS' AFTER PARTY (Thursday Taster #21)
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#10: GIRLS' AFTER PARTY
The door had barely shut behind then when Cynthia hugged Marie-Claire from behind, and then spun her around until they were starring into each other’s eyes.
‘Please be gentle...’ Marie-Claire thought, but when she opened her mouth to verbalize her mind, no word came out of her. Apparently no words were required as she experienced the magic of Cynthia claiming her mouth, even as she began to undress her.
Following her lead, Marie-Claire reached for her lover’s jacket and eased it halfway off her shoulder.
As their kiss intensified, the women waltzed lustfully towards the queen sized bed, leaving a trail of discarded clothes in their wake.
At the edge of the bed, Marie-Claire felt her skin break out in a rash of goose bumps, even as her cheeks turned red. She felt so self conscious as her lover took her by the shoulders and inspected her naked body with a wickedly naughty smile on her very beautiful face.
As their kiss intensified, the women waltzed lustfully towards the queen sized bed, leaving a trail of discarded clothes in their wake.
At the edge of the bed, Marie-Claire felt her skin break out in a rash of goose bumps, even as her cheeks turned red. She felt so self conscious as her lover took her by the shoulders and inspected her naked body with a wickedly naughty smile on her very beautiful face.
“My goodness, you are so beautiful...”
Cynthia’s husky voice radiated such naked lust it invoked a deep intoxication of Marie-Claire’s senses. The warmth in her core was fast turning into an open conflagration of desire. Her legs turned to jelly and if Cynthia hadn’t chosen that very moment to guide her onto the bed she probably would have collapsed under the weight of her deep need to be fucked.
‘Oh mon dieu... how could I have lost all control of myself... and all to this...this ravishing woman... Only a few months ago I was a respectable married woman who had never ever slept with another woman...’
Marie-Claire’s thoughts were fragmented and driven mostly by desire, but also some guilt. When Cynthia climbed into bed with her however, that feeling of guilt melted away in the heat of passion the sexy black goddess unleashed.
Towering astride her naked right thigh, Cynthia’s shaven sex was so close to the needy French woman’s sensitive skin the wet heat it radiated aggravated the dull ache in her core.
‘How long? How long has it been since I’d been touched, in a way that awakens my femininity?’
Marie-Claire’s fleeting mind pondered, whilst recalling the lonely, sleepless nights, when she would shove a restless hand between her legs and rub her pussy, grinding away to a quick, often lack lustre orgasm.
‘But tonight, this beautiful chocolate angel will take me to seventh heaven and the most beautiful orgasm...’
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Please don't forget to check out other fantastic Tasters by my talented fellow authors:
Muffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com
Naomi Shaw: http://www.eroticfantasies.weebly.com/blog
Angelica Dawson: http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com
Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com
Decadent Kane: www.decadentkane.blogspot.com
Pablo Michaels: http://www.pmmanmanromance.com
Brantwijn Serrah: http://brantwijn.blogspot.com/
Theresa Stuart; http://www.oneuniquewomanswords.blogspot.com
Linda Hamonou: http://crazypuce.blogspot.com
Cynthia’s husky voice radiated such naked lust it invoked a deep intoxication of Marie-Claire’s senses. The warmth in her core was fast turning into an open conflagration of desire. Her legs turned to jelly and if Cynthia hadn’t chosen that very moment to guide her onto the bed she probably would have collapsed under the weight of her deep need to be fucked.
‘Oh mon dieu... how could I have lost all control of myself... and all to this...this ravishing woman... Only a few months ago I was a respectable married woman who had never ever slept with another woman...’
Marie-Claire’s thoughts were fragmented and driven mostly by desire, but also some guilt. When Cynthia climbed into bed with her however, that feeling of guilt melted away in the heat of passion the sexy black goddess unleashed.
Towering astride her naked right thigh, Cynthia’s shaven sex was so close to the needy French woman’s sensitive skin the wet heat it radiated aggravated the dull ache in her core.
‘How long? How long has it been since I’d been touched, in a way that awakens my femininity?’
Marie-Claire’s fleeting mind pondered, whilst recalling the lonely, sleepless nights, when she would shove a restless hand between her legs and rub her pussy, grinding away to a quick, often lack lustre orgasm.
‘But tonight, this beautiful chocolate angel will take me to seventh heaven and the most beautiful orgasm...’
***
Please don't forget to check out other fantastic Tasters by my talented fellow authors:
Muffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com
Naomi Shaw: http://www.eroticfantasies.weebly.com/blog
Angelica Dawson: http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com
Ray Sostre: http://theafterdarkworld.blogspot.com
Decadent Kane: www.decadentkane.blogspot.com
Pablo Michaels: http://www.pmmanmanromance.com
Brantwijn Serrah: http://brantwijn.blogspot.com/
Theresa Stuart; http://www.oneuniquewomanswords.blogspot.com
Linda Hamonou: http://crazypuce.blogspot.com
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Open Invitation (Just a taster)
Open Invitation
By
Don Abdul (c) 2014
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Dexter, flashed his charming warm smile at the bride as he shook her hand and congratulated her on her wedding. After whispering a few words of felicitation to the groom as well, he turned around to walk out of the venue of the wedding reception. He had barely taken five steps when he was tapped on the shoulder. He was surprised to see it was Mrs. Hawthorne, the rather hot mother of the bride.
Like most men he had ogled her awesome cleavage more times than he could remember that afternoon. Her form fitting, figure flattering dress paid glowing tributes to her voluptuous curves, and Dexter was quite smitten by her.
Just as he cleared his throat to ask what he might be able to do for her, she handed his a souvenir bag, gave him a rather wicked wink and then walked away. For what seemed an eternity, Dexter found himself held captive by her raunchy steps and her swinging hips as she walked away.
Only after she disappeared from his view did he look at the bag she had handed him. The message on the reverse side of the bag instantly set his pulse racing, and his cock swelling to a full erection. At the bottom was a phone number scribbled in beautiful cursive.
'OMG! It is true, she is a horny, wicked slut and proud of it too,' Dexter thought as he shoved his right hand in his pants pocket to hold down his cock while he walked out of the venue.
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