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Title: Freud
Author: tizi17 - no native speaker!!
Summary: good old Freud would have a blast...
Warning: * 1/2, veeery mild, kinky in a different way...
Dedication and Thanks: to
siennaand lolitary again for the great FEST - and to my
rosiet..
God… time ta get new boots… fed up of feelin’ damp socks through holes as big as shit…
And what crap am I wearin’ today? A CHEQUERED shirt? Brown? Had too much last night?
I can feel my fingers clinging to a shot glass - well at least that's one good thing, guess I need that right now.
And down with it - hell! How could I forget that it burns my guts out… shit.
With a loud bang the glass is put back onto the bar. “Gimme another one, will ya?”
I can feel it. It rises from down low and creeps up my back, makes my little neck hair stand up in salute.
Someone’s watching me. I can feel it.
Cerulean blue. Big, wide open. There, right in front of me. They talk to me, they do. Well, I guess it’s the owner of those sky eyes that talks to me, as far as I get it. Don’t hear much, just have ta stare.. at those blues, that dark black crop of hair underneath a neat and proper black hat (better than the worn out thing I have on my head - just what you get riding through desert heat and thunderin’ rains though I guess…)
“Twist, name’s Twist… never saw you around…”
Did I answer? I guess I did - at least I hear someone say “delMar, I’m from Wyoming.”
Musta been me.
And those pink lips, no… bloody red they are, white perfectly lined teeth blinking through them, tip of a sweet little tongue sneaking out between them when he smiles…
When he smiles…. He talks and I don’t get it. He smiles and I… whoa! What the…?
I feel a heavy weight between my legs, up there where thighs meet crotch. Like.. big apples, a bat… heavy and throbbing. My body tenses, I can feel my heart race, my fingers on the shot glass not so firm anymore.
I have to touch myself, feel it…
It’s hard, but it’s warm and pulsing. When I touch the thing between my legs shivers run down my spine, blood rushes to my face, breath falters.
“Got a problem down there bud? I can help ya out if ya want… barn’s not far. If you want…”
I can feel his hot breath along my cheek, on my earlobe, in my ear shell as he whispers to me, somethin’ about my blonde curls between his fingers, his tongue in my mouth…
Dizzy, dizzy, I feel drunk when I get up and try to follow him to the back door. Muscles movin’ beneath his tight denim shirt, his perfect ass wigglin’ there before me… sweat starts to run down my neck, my hands are wet as I try to dry them on my worn out jeans.
And that bulge between my legs.. hell! How can one walk with that thing there, as if leading the way it urges up and forward and presses against my fly. Heavy, oh so heavy… I have to touch it again… it reassures me, makes me feel alive, strong and powerful.
Dark outside, barn’s right there.
I feel my back against the wooden planks, a strong chest heavy against mine, arms around my neck, hands kicking away my hat, his fingers stroking and twirling my locks. And a mouth on mine…. Do I remember ever having had a kiss like that? Soft little peckers on my lips for a start, opening my lips tenderly with his pointed tongue, licking slightly over my teeth, my upper lip inside… tongue seeking mine.. and then devouring my mouth, plunging into it, sucking my tongue, breathing heavily into me, threatening to give me a heart attack, my heart racing furiously., saliva running from both corners of my mouth, sweet tongue licking it up….
Can’t keep my hands still. His hat off I grasp his hair desperately, seeking anchor. His hands run down my spine and I can feel them on my ass, clutching me even closer to him. I need .. I need to feel… me.. him…
My hands wander down his chest and back, down to where I want to reach. His hands start to mirror mine.
There… the bulge in my pants seems even thicker and heavier than before, pushing and trying to free itself from the prison of my jeans… and I feel HIM… hot and throbbing and that flesh between my fingers through thick denim…. Oohh…
Dizzy again.. the smells burning my nostrils. Sweet hay, horse shit, grease and leather, far away rain and green grass outside the barn.. and heavy Twist as I nuzzle his sweat sheathed neck and jaw line.
I have to….
I start to open his fly - he starts to open mine. Crisp hair is what I feel when I try to push away the shirt to get to his skin, burning hot as a frying pan. Crisp hair that leads down the path that I follow.. hotter, still hotter when my fingers softly graze over the tip of his cock.. a little wet, a bit slick… soft tender skin, hard muscled flesh moving underneath, tender velvety skin, as if touching a soft blanket over steel hard bone.
He has arrived at my prick, too… hell! I nearly jump out of my pants from the sensation… My whole body trembles, spasms block my thighs and make my knees weak, my hands tremble as they continue to touch him carefully.
His hand, more audacious than mine, grasps my hot penis, I can feel it caress and stroke and I nearly black out from my blood racing through my body, my chest tight with raging emotion, my sweat running in rivulets down my neck, my mouth biting his soft and oh so sweet lips…
The moves of his hand have become more eager, more frantic, pushing and pulling, as I try to follow his rhythm.
Something is crawling up in me, I can feel it, like a tide welling up in waves, from deep within me, crying for liberation, for release.. don’t stop… please.. don’t stop! I have to….I am…
“delMar? The memo’s ready?”
“delMar? Sleeping again?”
“Elena delMar! Girl, you are sooo in trouble if you’re not ready for the meeting, got that? Tststsss.. sleeping on the desk…..”
Author: tizi17 - no native speaker!!
Summary: good old Freud would have a blast...
Warning: * 1/2, veeery mild, kinky in a different way...
Dedication and Thanks: to
siennaand lolitary again for the great FEST - and to my
rosiet..
God… time ta get new boots… fed up of feelin’ damp socks through holes as big as shit…
And what crap am I wearin’ today? A CHEQUERED shirt? Brown? Had too much last night?
I can feel my fingers clinging to a shot glass - well at least that's one good thing, guess I need that right now.
And down with it - hell! How could I forget that it burns my guts out… shit.
With a loud bang the glass is put back onto the bar. “Gimme another one, will ya?”
I can feel it. It rises from down low and creeps up my back, makes my little neck hair stand up in salute.
Someone’s watching me. I can feel it.
Cerulean blue. Big, wide open. There, right in front of me. They talk to me, they do. Well, I guess it’s the owner of those sky eyes that talks to me, as far as I get it. Don’t hear much, just have ta stare.. at those blues, that dark black crop of hair underneath a neat and proper black hat (better than the worn out thing I have on my head - just what you get riding through desert heat and thunderin’ rains though I guess…)
“Twist, name’s Twist… never saw you around…”
Did I answer? I guess I did - at least I hear someone say “delMar, I’m from Wyoming.”
Musta been me.
And those pink lips, no… bloody red they are, white perfectly lined teeth blinking through them, tip of a sweet little tongue sneaking out between them when he smiles…
When he smiles…. He talks and I don’t get it. He smiles and I… whoa! What the…?
I feel a heavy weight between my legs, up there where thighs meet crotch. Like.. big apples, a bat… heavy and throbbing. My body tenses, I can feel my heart race, my fingers on the shot glass not so firm anymore.
I have to touch myself, feel it…
It’s hard, but it’s warm and pulsing. When I touch the thing between my legs shivers run down my spine, blood rushes to my face, breath falters.
“Got a problem down there bud? I can help ya out if ya want… barn’s not far. If you want…”
I can feel his hot breath along my cheek, on my earlobe, in my ear shell as he whispers to me, somethin’ about my blonde curls between his fingers, his tongue in my mouth…
Dizzy, dizzy, I feel drunk when I get up and try to follow him to the back door. Muscles movin’ beneath his tight denim shirt, his perfect ass wigglin’ there before me… sweat starts to run down my neck, my hands are wet as I try to dry them on my worn out jeans.
And that bulge between my legs.. hell! How can one walk with that thing there, as if leading the way it urges up and forward and presses against my fly. Heavy, oh so heavy… I have to touch it again… it reassures me, makes me feel alive, strong and powerful.
Dark outside, barn’s right there.
I feel my back against the wooden planks, a strong chest heavy against mine, arms around my neck, hands kicking away my hat, his fingers stroking and twirling my locks. And a mouth on mine…. Do I remember ever having had a kiss like that? Soft little peckers on my lips for a start, opening my lips tenderly with his pointed tongue, licking slightly over my teeth, my upper lip inside… tongue seeking mine.. and then devouring my mouth, plunging into it, sucking my tongue, breathing heavily into me, threatening to give me a heart attack, my heart racing furiously., saliva running from both corners of my mouth, sweet tongue licking it up….
Can’t keep my hands still. His hat off I grasp his hair desperately, seeking anchor. His hands run down my spine and I can feel them on my ass, clutching me even closer to him. I need .. I need to feel… me.. him…
My hands wander down his chest and back, down to where I want to reach. His hands start to mirror mine.
There… the bulge in my pants seems even thicker and heavier than before, pushing and trying to free itself from the prison of my jeans… and I feel HIM… hot and throbbing and that flesh between my fingers through thick denim…. Oohh…
Dizzy again.. the smells burning my nostrils. Sweet hay, horse shit, grease and leather, far away rain and green grass outside the barn.. and heavy Twist as I nuzzle his sweat sheathed neck and jaw line.
I have to….
I start to open his fly - he starts to open mine. Crisp hair is what I feel when I try to push away the shirt to get to his skin, burning hot as a frying pan. Crisp hair that leads down the path that I follow.. hotter, still hotter when my fingers softly graze over the tip of his cock.. a little wet, a bit slick… soft tender skin, hard muscled flesh moving underneath, tender velvety skin, as if touching a soft blanket over steel hard bone.
He has arrived at my prick, too… hell! I nearly jump out of my pants from the sensation… My whole body trembles, spasms block my thighs and make my knees weak, my hands tremble as they continue to touch him carefully.
His hand, more audacious than mine, grasps my hot penis, I can feel it caress and stroke and I nearly black out from my blood racing through my body, my chest tight with raging emotion, my sweat running in rivulets down my neck, my mouth biting his soft and oh so sweet lips…
The moves of his hand have become more eager, more frantic, pushing and pulling, as I try to follow his rhythm.
Something is crawling up in me, I can feel it, like a tide welling up in waves, from deep within me, crying for liberation, for release.. don’t stop… please.. don’t stop! I have to….I am…
“delMar? The memo’s ready?”
“delMar? Sleeping again?”
“Elena delMar! Girl, you are sooo in trouble if you’re not ready for the meeting, got that? Tststsss.. sleeping on the desk…..”