I've said it before... my dreams are fucked up (Rated R)
And this one just kept haunting me. So while I'm fueled by triple sec, two types of Bicardi Rum, and too much wine with strawberries, I'm going to post this to get it out of my system and hopefully bid that dream adieu.
This is generally what happens when I get drunk alone (present canine company excluded).
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Orange-tinted moonlight filtered through the wooden blinds, illuminating the deep curve of the young woman's back as she sank her head between two strong thighs.
"Christ, dammit, Grayson, right there," her partner moaned with an arch of her own body, resisting the urge to clamp the hot-pink fishnet clad thighs against her lover's head.
Tongue flat against hidden folds and gentle on an excited bundle of nerves, Grayson hummed her reassurance into over-stimulated flesh and lapped in slower, longer stripes the louder her lover moaned.
It never took much to send Alexis over the edge, but Grayson appreciated how beautiful she looked when she lost any and all semblance of control. Two fingers slipped underneath her mouth into a soaked, silken passage and pressed against a spot that guaranteed at least one orgasm for her lover.
She pulled her mouth away with one last lick, her hand continuing its efforts while she leaned up, repositioned herself into a half-crouch and dropped a kiss against Alexis' open mouth.
Who took immediate advantage of the contact and tangled her hand in Grayson's short locks, nipping her lover's lower lip when the woman still didn't initiate the deeper kiss Alexis really wanted.
So that's what I taste like, she briefly wondered, her climax taking her by surprise when she felt the beautiful coil of warmth grow and suddenly shatter into a million pieces.
Her scream was stifled by a well-placed, arousal-slicked hand, which did nothing to impede her climax-induced undulations.
Grayson left her hand in place, but leaned back onto her knees, straddling Alexis's bucking form precariously. Once the woman beneath her drifted on a wave of euphoric bliss, she settled against the woman's sweat-covered abdomen.
Her gaze thoughtful, she waited for the gentle snoring, which signaled her lover no longer on the same conscious plane.
Heat coiled low and slick within her, grumbling because each time she attended to Alexis, the woman never returned the favor.
Something else within her responded to her hormone-addled mind, it sounded almost amused and a lot like one of her boys back at her apartment.
At least they'd finish what they'd started.
This is generally what happens when I get drunk alone (present canine company excluded).
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Orange-tinted moonlight filtered through the wooden blinds, illuminating the deep curve of the young woman's back as she sank her head between two strong thighs.
"Christ, dammit, Grayson, right there," her partner moaned with an arch of her own body, resisting the urge to clamp the hot-pink fishnet clad thighs against her lover's head.
Tongue flat against hidden folds and gentle on an excited bundle of nerves, Grayson hummed her reassurance into over-stimulated flesh and lapped in slower, longer stripes the louder her lover moaned.
It never took much to send Alexis over the edge, but Grayson appreciated how beautiful she looked when she lost any and all semblance of control. Two fingers slipped underneath her mouth into a soaked, silken passage and pressed against a spot that guaranteed at least one orgasm for her lover.
She pulled her mouth away with one last lick, her hand continuing its efforts while she leaned up, repositioned herself into a half-crouch and dropped a kiss against Alexis' open mouth.
Who took immediate advantage of the contact and tangled her hand in Grayson's short locks, nipping her lover's lower lip when the woman still didn't initiate the deeper kiss Alexis really wanted.
So that's what I taste like, she briefly wondered, her climax taking her by surprise when she felt the beautiful coil of warmth grow and suddenly shatter into a million pieces.
Her scream was stifled by a well-placed, arousal-slicked hand, which did nothing to impede her climax-induced undulations.
Grayson left her hand in place, but leaned back onto her knees, straddling Alexis's bucking form precariously. Once the woman beneath her drifted on a wave of euphoric bliss, she settled against the woman's sweat-covered abdomen.
Her gaze thoughtful, she waited for the gentle snoring, which signaled her lover no longer on the same conscious plane.
Heat coiled low and slick within her, grumbling because each time she attended to Alexis, the woman never returned the favor.
Something else within her responded to her hormone-addled mind, it sounded almost amused and a lot like one of her boys back at her apartment.
At least they'd finish what they'd started.