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Ive always liked this one. Sex on a kitchen floor? Iteresting you say? Well...
Going out for the night you put music on to help you pick your poison for the night. A velvet green dress...good choice. You lay it on the bed as you put on some black stokings. Followed by garter belt, then a bplack thong to make it more interesting. Nothing on top with this dress. You find it better to make them guess what you're wearing underneath. Put on lotion to make the skin soft, then you put on your dress hugging every curve. Then on to the light fragrance of perfume. Enough to keep his interest when close. Hair up and even a bit of lipstick. Then to the kitchen...make a drink, say iced tea for the early night. More of your favorite music plays as a knock is heard. Opening the door a handsome man stands. Each of you look eachother over. A nice smile on his face. What is he wearing? A nice pair of shoes, loose fitting pants hiding the fact that he may have nothing else to hide. Then a red silk shirt a bit loose but defining the good points. Invite him in as you tell him to sit. Offer a drink and off to the kitchen you go. He is always in sight of you, as you feel his eyes search every velevet curve of your body. But wait, as you move the glass of liquid towards you it spills to the floor. You may think everything is going wrong at this point....but wait. You bend down to clean up the ice and liquid. He is still watching you as your ass points he direction. He sees the stokings going up attached to a garter and those mid-thighs showing thru. You dont pay much attention to him and more on the mess you made. Arching your back to reach the spill as your hips slant more upward. A big smile comes to him as he kneels down with you. Then you feel strong hands upon those hips. Pulling you close to him. Feeling from behind that you definately excite him. You stop what you are doing to bend up and kiss him deeply, feeling his silk shirt on your skin, turning you on more. He kisses your neck and then your shoulders. On down your back with an ice cube, licking the water off, making your breathing heavy. A slight moan he hears? He pulls away only seconds before you feel that his pants is undone. Then pulls you close again to feel that he is nice and hard. Pulling your dress up slowly and noticing the sexy underwear. The thong comes off. Then pulling you as close as he can get you he slides in. A deep breath and moan are heard by both. Back and forth going deep it seems there is no music. Only the sound of blood rush ing to many parts of the body. Enjoying and being turned on by the sounds of eachother, you say harder maybe faster. His hands massage your ass and grab you tight, as you feel him teasing you. Holding himself deep inside for a few seconds, then as if out of pure lust he goes faster. Then an orgasm of energy, maybe some well deserved screams of enjoyment. So, how about that story?? |
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*spits out drink* (wow I actually did that) that was great! it was so well thought out and there wasn't a traveling troupe of bowl balancing monkies inturupting everything like there would be in my bizzare, twisted imagination...speaking of my drink, is it healthy to go on a two gallon tea binge?
[Edit: Sorry 'bout that, I fell asleep on the keyboard again...]
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Hello, my name is François Raoul Dubois. I am a very angry person by nature so please excuse my rantings in French, later I will realize it and translate it if it won't be too long for me to type without getting a carpal tunnel inflamation. Merci beaucoup, François Raoul Dubois |
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...wow...I never had any real desire to do it on the kitchen floor...but now...oh wow...you are my new favorite person!!!!
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