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Hey there
you lovely people that live with me here in this blog-a-sphere! I’m currently
co-writing a single or a bunch (a decision hasn’t been made yet) of erotic
stories/mini-series with a friend I made via Instagram who’d read one of my ‘shorts’
and promised me riches and nothing but dirty fiction – how could I resist!
I thought I’d
post the piece here before sending it to my other site as writing it on the
train ride home yesterday made the journey fly by and the experience could very
well be a blog-post in itself!
Okay girls,
boys and all those other naughty individuals out there, let’s get to reading!
Commuters Pt2... "The Egg"
When someone’s close by, close
enough so that you can literally feel the aura of the person, close enough that
their body heat glazes over you, and you get that feeling as though their very
being is pulling you in and you resist the urge to kiss them... Well, this was Louanne's current experience, the only difference in the warmth coming from Roger standing in front
of her was that it was all concentrated around his pelvis as though all his
internal heat had flushed itself to one spot and emanated outwards.
Not wanting to move in case she ruined the moment, Roger obliged and
took Louanne’s hand placing it on his upper thigh. Unprepared for the texture of Roger’s skin underneath her touch she paused almost imperceptibly. The lack
of light in the kitchen and the fact her eyes hadn’t fully adjusted had left her unaware that Roger was completely naked. His crotch was on
fire as though his cock was angry, it made Louanne seep juice from her vagina
onto her French panties.
As her eyes filtered the darkness, took in the absence of any artificial
glow and began using surfaces, the sheen of the fridge door, the shimmer of the
time on the microwave and the dull moon beams that attempted to pour into the
room; she was able to make out several objects on the centre counter behind Roger.
Allowing herself to be led, Roger picked her up easily and seated her
atop the workspace. Wordlessly he parted her legs and revealed a knife from nowhere.
His eyes looked evil as she caught a glint of them. Instinctively scared,
knives had never featured in any of their games but she trusted him enough to
play along.
Expertly, Roger flicked not so much as cut the edges of her panties
open, tearing the last pieces with his free hand so that her pussy was totally
exposed. The knife made a satisfying clatter as he threw it over his shoulder
onto the tiled floor. Reaching behind her he grabbed something and placed it on
her inner thigh dangerously close to the opening of her pussy.
Not wanting to break the spell, not wanting to look down, Louanne stared
into Roger’s eyes like an employee
about to get fired. The apprehension and tinge of fear etched
across her face made Roger’s dick stiffen
painfully. He wanted to plunge himself inside her so badly he nearly dismissed
what he was about to do with the remote controlled egg he had pressed up
against her thigh.
Slowly he raised it towards his mouth and licked it with more than
enough saliva to drip down his chin. Blinded by lust, Louanne didn’t see the object, only the intent in her mans eyes.
It was wet and cold as it entered her. She grimaced, not for pain or
discomfort. The toy inside her began to vibrate moderately. Roger’s hand, now placed above her pussy vibrated too. Inside her she could
feel the egg pulsating and outside Roger played with her clit, giving it slow, strong
strokes.
The egg vibrated faster but Roger kept his tempo. It became difficult to
hold back. The two contradicting speeds playing havoc with her senses, and where
she was just about to sync with one then the other broke her concentration
causing her to shudder and release more of herself.
She could feel the inside of her vagina tighten around the egg and she
wished it was Roger’s dick she was about
to cum on. The thought of his cock, the way it always slid inside her, difficult
at first, and then all the way in, deep and wide making it hard to tell if she
was too tight or he was too big.
She would have it soon, but for now the egg got the first of her soaking
wet attention.
Unable to stifle it any longer she grabbed Roger by the shoulder, dug
her heels into the counter and squirted hot cum all over the egg inside her; causing
it to fall out.
It was
Roger's turn to tag in...
