In the darkness, I imaged Louisa’s bosom to be marked with my teeth, all red and throbbing. Frantic, my blood suffused with fiery humors, I threw my lumpy pillow on the floor, knelt, and yanked her hips to the edge. Like fresh bread crust cracked open, Louisa’s soft and steamy center wafted satisfying scent to my loins. Feminine arousal was the most intoxicating aroma I’d ever experienced. The taste sent me into raptures. Her pussy yielded under pressure, unfurling as an eager flower greets a butterfly, nectar offered in return for sticky stimulation. Her sweet moans guided my exploratory tonguing.
You can go to this page which has links to all the complete previous chapters.
Oh boy, you get me every time! I’ll become crazy (not to mention hot, sticky, and throbbing), waiting for this story to arrive at its climax. These drabbles are too tantalising for words (my autocorrect changed that to “dribbles” – I reckon it’s got the hang of me and my comments now! 😉).
That is very gratifying to hear. I fully realize that I am driving the readers crazy, but I find the need to slow down and anticipate missing in today’s full throttle culture. Imagine if these were letters being sent across oceans and having to wait a month, or longer, for a response. The climax will be very unexpected.
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