Hahaha, alright. I'm posting it in this comment though, The title is "Going down, Chelsea?"
From where is lust born? On the surface. A glance. A touch. It is common. Yes. But from where is the deepest lust born? From someplace more remote. From someplace hidden, not easily accessed. Sometimes, it’s a place so desolate, there is no mistaking it for what it is, a wasteland, a desert, a tundra. But, there is nothing stronger than that which must fight to grow from such a harsh place. And from such a wasteland, my lust has grown strong. You are standing before me in an elevator. Every part of my body is aware of you there. I look into your eyes and find they are filled with quiet confidence, glowing with anticipation, for you know what will transpire will be great. My cock begins to swell, pushing hard up against my jeans, determined not to be held back for any reason . I haven’t moved, but I can already taste your lips as I watch them get moist. As you slowly run your hand across your neck to push your hair aside, I can already smell your neck, and feel my cheek up against it. As your breasts stand out full under your top, their beautiful shape hued by the elevator light, I can already feel how your body will sway when I take one firmly in my hand and squeeze it, your nipple between my fingers, erect and proud. Now, still standing unmoving before you, save for a cock which has begun throbbing violently as it demands to escape, I know your sweet pussy is soaking wet. And from all the confusion of our separate lives, we have now come together, knowing but one thing: how badly we want to fuck each other. I extend my hand and you take it. I pull you closer to me, but not all the way in. This moment should linger, for the intensity alone could power the elevator, stopped, late at night, after we took it to the top floor. No one will call it down at this hour. Or will they? I take your neck in my hands and draw your mouth to mine. I slide my tongue into yours, and that is all it takes. Your breasts surge forth to my chest. You push your hot cunt against my raging cock. Sweet Jesus, I want you bad. I turn you around and press you against the elevator mirror. I hike up your skirt and when I reach my hand between your legs it immediately gets covered in your sopping wet pussy juices. I bring my hand to my mouth and lick my fingers. I love the way you taste. You see this in the mirror, so you grab my hand, slide it between your legs, and move it in and out of your pussy, until soaking wet again, you bring it to your mouth this time and taste yourself. I can’t wait any longer. I lower myself enough to get the head of my cock inside you and you let out the sweetest moan. I let it stay there for a second and you try desperately to push down on my cock but I hold you up so you can’t. I stare at your face in the mirror. Your eyes are closed, but your face still reveals much pleasure. You are waiting for my cock, you are about to burst, but I refuse to thrust until ….wait for it….here it comes…open your eyes, baby, open your eyes. You open your eyes. Through the mirror, they meet mine. You see my smile. You start to smile back, but before you can, I thrust my thick cock deep inside your beautiful cunt. You let out a loud moan, and I feel your pussy grip my cock hard, refusing to let go. And you cum. You cum. You cum. And so do I. One thrust. That’s it. And we both cum a river into each other, soaking us both. My arms around your waste, I pull you in close as we both try to stand, and catch our breath, after this mutual explosion. I look at you and you are smiling as you gasp, and just as I am about to smile back, the elevator starts to descend……..
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THAT'S AMAZING!!!!!! do you think this was just for you? or that he cut and pastes around? also hahaha does he have a picture??? HAHAHAHA!
No picture of him though! I'm thinking he probably cuts and pastes it around, I mean come on, what have I done to deserve an erotic short story just for me?...maybe you'll be next!!
From where is lust born? On the surface. A glance. A touch. It is common. Yes. But from where is the deepest lust born? From someplace more remote. From someplace hidden, not easily accessed. Sometimes, it’s a place so desolate, there is no mistaking it for what it is, a wasteland, a desert, a tundra. But, there is nothing stronger than that which must fight to grow from such a harsh place. And from such a wasteland, my lust has grown strong.
You are standing before me in an elevator. Every part of my body is aware of you there. I look into your eyes and find they are filled with quiet confidence, glowing with anticipation, for you know what will transpire will be great. My cock begins to swell, pushing hard up against my jeans, determined not to be held back for any reason . I haven’t moved, but I can already taste your lips as I watch them get moist. As you slowly run your hand across your neck to push your hair aside, I can already smell your neck, and feel my cheek up against it. As your breasts stand out full under your top, their beautiful shape hued by the elevator light, I can already feel how your body will sway when I take one firmly in my hand and squeeze it, your nipple between my fingers, erect and proud. Now, still standing unmoving before you, save for a cock which has begun throbbing violently as it demands to escape, I know your sweet pussy is soaking wet. And from all the confusion of our separate lives, we have now come together, knowing but one thing: how badly we want to fuck each other.
I extend my hand and you take it. I pull you closer to me, but not all the way in. This moment should linger, for the intensity alone could power the elevator, stopped, late at night, after we took it to the top floor. No one will call it down at this hour. Or will they?
I take your neck in my hands and draw your mouth to mine. I slide my tongue into yours, and that is all it takes. Your breasts surge forth to my chest. You push your hot cunt against my raging cock. Sweet Jesus, I want you bad. I turn you around and press you against the elevator mirror. I hike up your skirt and when I reach my hand between your legs it immediately gets covered in your sopping wet pussy juices. I bring my hand to my mouth and lick my fingers. I love the way you taste. You see this in the mirror, so you grab my hand, slide it between your legs, and move it in and out of your pussy, until soaking wet again, you bring it to your mouth this time and taste yourself. I can’t wait any longer. I lower myself enough to get the head of my cock inside you and you let out the sweetest moan. I let it stay there for a second and you try desperately to push down on my cock but I hold you up so you can’t. I stare at your face in the mirror. Your eyes are closed, but your face still reveals much pleasure. You are waiting for my cock, you are about to burst, but I refuse to thrust until ….wait for it….here it comes…open your eyes, baby, open your eyes. You open your eyes. Through the mirror, they meet mine. You see my smile. You start to smile back, but before you can, I thrust my thick cock deep inside your beautiful cunt. You let out a loud moan, and I feel your pussy grip my cock hard, refusing to let go. And you cum. You cum. You cum. And so do I. One thrust. That’s it. And we both cum a river into each other, soaking us both. My arms around your waste, I pull you in close as we both try to stand, and catch our breath, after this mutual explosion. I look at you and you are smiling as you gasp, and just as I am about to smile back, the elevator starts to descend……..
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ALSO, "My arms around your waste" HILARIOUS. HE WANTS TO CUDDLE WITH YOUR POO.
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Figures I get the Myspace PooCuddler.
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do you think this was just for you? or that he cut and pastes around? also hahaha does he have a picture???
HAHAHAHA!
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No picture of him though!
I'm thinking he probably cuts and pastes it around, I mean come on, what have I done to deserve an erotic short story just for me?...maybe you'll be next!!
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