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Stew for Spunky
Stew for Spunky It was dark by the time they emerged from the bedroom. The asleep on the floor by the stove. He moved loosely now, his body his own again, filled the stove with kindling, stoked the fire in the chimney, adding logs. Stilled, he leaned, watching her as her hair picked up the firelight, as her bare feet silently moved between the sleeping babies, as her arms moved this here, that there, her cheeks still rosy, a smile occasionally lifting her lips, her teeth biting it back. He watched the calves of her legs lengthen as she reached for plates, feeling himself harden. She turned, the plates in hand, caught his eyes on her. Her lips parted. How is this possible she thinks, this need, this want. Her breath coming now in short pants as he moved closer, jeans low on his hips. He tips her onto the table, his thumb in her mouth, to stop her noise like she would with the little ones she thinks as she sucks it in. The sound of his pants hitting the floor startles her, but his hand on her back keeps her from moving. She feels the heat of the stove on her legs, the roughness of his hand on her thighs. His knee presses her legs apart. Will he know. Please. He cups her ass, lifting one cheek, yes, more, pops his thumb from her mouth. He moves to the side, whispers “not a sound”, his mouth hot on her neck. She grasps the edges of the table. His cock slides between her thighs, slicking itself. His fingers tangle into her hair, yanking her head back, arching her body. “Flat on your feet. Steady, ass out.” Please, please, please she intones inside her mind, not a sound passing her lips. His tongue circles her tight little hole prodding, a finger stretching it, pulling it from side to side. His cock in and out of her cunt to slather it with her creaminess. His hand over her mouth, he pushes slowly against the resistant hole, she pushes back, yes.. Her body bucks and settles. His trust is that she will not scream, hers that he will make her fly, his long strong fingers deep inside her pussy pushing up against his cock inside her Her body is His place of worship, a sacred vessel for this man to fill. The colors chasing the fire inside of her, pain twisting into pleasure so deep that tears fall unheeded, needed. It is in this place of union that she will always surrender, a surrender that fills her with absolute glorious power. She laughs as she weeps. Collapsed, they lay on the table like fallen angels. When he stands, she stands. She moves to wash him. His hands buried in her hair, his lips never leaving her skin. “Sit.” Eat, she thinks. He pulls her to his side. She leans there, her fingers in his hair, scratching, calming. “You laughed”. Tenderness in his voice. She smiles above his head. “hmm.” “5 count.” She nods, sighing contentedly, moving to set his dinner on the table. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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because everyone needs something and Spunky needed a happy ending. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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That was both sexy ( without being coarse ) and romantic. Very well done! I'm hoping to get as good as you... someday.
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I want that food, you are making me hungry, and I'm already eating too much haha
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Stew and a rosebud for dinner. Vive La Difference
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And that was excellent. I like how their relationship is so clearly described in such a few sentences. Thank you, sis, kk The observant make the best lovers, I may not do right, but I do write, I have bliss, joy, and happiness in my life, Kitkat Come check out my blog KItkat1415 check out this post by me Adventures In Body Grooming #39 April Topic Link: What Lies Beneath If April Showers Oh Bloody Hell What Kind Of Weather Turns Me On Bloggers Symposium 40
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Good Morning WE That was a Very Erotic Story, I will be cooking a Stew for Dinner today! Sadly there won't be any Sex Visit my Blog Older but no Wiser and find out more
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That was awesome. I am sure he will love this one. I sure did hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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I am sure spunky will love the hot stew, and her hot tight little hole. The rest of us, we enjoy a hot story from a hot mind. Thanx!
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I loved it! Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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Well done! Out
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WE simply awesome; we need your recipe for eroticism (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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