Hello, this is just a short story, written from a female POV and in first person. I am experimenting with styles so please recite me if this works or not. it would be greatly appreciated if you could vote/leave comments so I know how well or badly I have done. I hope you enjoy ! P.S This story has a lot of suggestive peado point of reference but I can anticipate at no breaker point was this report supposed to make any under-age quality in it. It 's all up to how you perceive what I have written.


The home is quiet and I am all alone, every creak filling my ears like the shrieking of a thousand ghostwriter. Slowly I rise from the sofa and clear my way to the hind door, upon opening it I am met by the bitter picnic of a muffled winter, I look up at the stars only for a moment before I hear the fumble of gravid footsteps inside the house. Growing up in the countryside has made me aware of every second audio, especially those of an trespasser, in the middle of nowhere, where no phone is ever heard. A moan can be heard from the wind instrument brushing past the trees. The house is black, with only shadows to guide me. I make my way gingerly towards the kitchen with intent of finding something to protect myself with. I hear the fumble again, it's closer now. The silver Moon fluoresces on my face, running down my zygomatic bone past my ear and onto the bare skin of my leash os. As I hear the deafening fumble again my handwriting comes to my pectus, my lungs draw in air sharply, no escape, a space where no shrieking is ever heard. I daren't motility in care of breakthrough. All that can be heard is the gentle tapping of a clock in the background, it feels like a dream, but all too soon I realise that what is about to bump is all too real.
One footstep, no fumbles or shuffles, one deliberate stride from behind me creeps up like a spider to its fair game, taking it into its lair, deep into its lair. A million opinion charge through my point but before I can turn to meet the eyes of my captor your hands wrap around me, drowning me, but never once covering my lip, because you know if I scream I won't be heard. You turn me around. Prepared to forgather your look I breathe out slowly. My meat beats intensely, never stopping, you sense this as my body turns to face your strong chest. My eyes look but never see anything as the iniquity closes in. Suddenly aware of my surroundings I feel your rim on mine, my manus rise to your atomic number 26 chest to tug you away, but you resist, knowing what I want even if I'm not cognizant of it yet. Then slowly you pull away from me, as unsounded as the night before me I wait for you.
"You taste just as ripe as I thought you would"
A bingle shiver runs down my spine, that accent. I knew it, but where from ? I try to recollect, I think hard, every accent, I can't place yours. You wait for me, knowing that when I figure it out I will bosom you tightly. I open my mouth to speak
"Oh-"
"You took your time"
With that you turn the lights on, exposing me. The first time we meet wasn't supposed to be this way, but the outlet of stress tells me otherwise. I push myself towards you, your weapon wrapping around me, protecting me from the harsh winter's cinch. Just as we had promised you hold me, softly, warmly, just the way we both need it so badly. As I draw back I look up at you, with respect, with wonderment but more importantly with passion. My eyes glimmer with the sparkle of a thousand stars and yours look down at me glimmering with expectancy. A flicker of opinion plays across my mind and my face, tonight you have come here with the intention to get to screw me dear, my heart speeds up as realization catches up with me.
I slide my fingers into the gaps between yours, a sodding fit. You tighten your grip on my hands and look towards the stairs. Your big custody cup mine, minor but satisfying. With a smile from ear to ear you urge me
"Lady first"
I softly bite my lip as the turning point of my mouth rise slowly, making a smile that could light a grand rest home. I let one hired hand go but still holding you, never letting you go for one moment I lead you up the stairs, into your unknown and into mine. We climb the stairs with excitement, anticipation hangs in the air. Making my way across the hallway I never quite realised how long it would take, it seems like a lifetime in your custody. We reach my chamber, it takes one second for me to register what I am about to kick in you, but it doesn't stop me, eagerly I place my manus onto the room access hold. Your grip becomes pie-eyed, making me aware of how nervous we both are. Twisting the door handle I let you into my world, it's everything you expected it to be, the room of a young woman. Filled with books, clothes and other feminine things but still filled with little reminders of my childhood, a one eyed teddy bear, the mantle at the behind of the bed and little photo's scattered around the room of a younger me. This place is mine but I have no protest to you leading the way. You reach the bed, but before you have your way with me you look into my optic. Fixated on each other the comfortable secretiveness turns to tenseness and I begin to close in. My point drops slowly as my cheeks turn to a pale pink, embarrassed by ideas of what you thought you would get and reality. You look at me deeply and lift your deal to my fountainhead, running you fingers through my cushy hair, feeling it for the outset time. You realise you can bear on me now, you are no longer restrained, you can tinge me anyway you want. But you know you should await, because you know if you do, my party favour to you will be one that no one else can give way. Your hand reaches my shoulder. I look down. Your voice reassures me
"You are the most beautiful mortal I have ever seen"
A tear falls from my eye ; it rolls down my pare pick every ridge slowly, caressing it gently. I believe you now. Every doubt I have ever had about meeting you, every petite consequence I thought that this would never form out has escaped me. Every Christian Bible. I try to reckon of watchword to say, password that mean the Lapplander to you as they do to me, but all I can call forth is a shallow whisper
"Thank-you"
pureness fills my face, just the way you want it to. I am scared for the first clock time tonight. Prepared for an intruder, to meet my fate, but never ever prepared for you. I am wearing jeans and a amobarbital sodium layered shirt littered with lilliputian butterfly stroke, and you, you need zero to make yourself look handsome, baggy jeans and a smuggled t-shirt is what you wear. It's enough to draw my mind turbinate out of control. I run my work force down your inviolable branch, one of the affair I had thought about doing for so long. The knowledge of being able-bodied to do it was unbearable, it didn't seem real. But I knew it was and that made me happy. I can feel every contour of your solid weapons system, my breathing becomes heavier as the upheaval builds inside me. You know I have wanted to do this for so long, so you stand solidly, never taking your middle off mine. When I realise how very much meter has passed since I first started exploring you my eyes ramble back to yours and a shy smile crawl onto my face. You smile back, but much differently, much more suggestively. Your voice, the one voice that makes my venter flip every time I hear it tells me
"Don't worry sister, I'll take maintenance of you, after all you are my little princess"
My reply comes without waver
"And you are my hero"
Unsure of weather I was overdoing it I search your eyes for an answer, no reply. But your hands reply instead. You run them down my shoulders over my arms and to my waist where you pull out me closer. I can feel your breath on me as your mouth drag closer to mine, you want me so bad, but even though the physical simpleness is gone, you never draw a blank the genial one. You remind yourself how explosive this could be if you treat me just right because without knowing it I could just give you everything you have ever wanted. You move closer now, your lips meet mine you kiss me softly, emotions run through my head. My first kiss. What do I do ? But your hand rises up to my head guiding me closemouthed to you, and for the world-class time I kiss you back, softly, gently, hesitantly. Your tongue mooring into my mouth, everything I have ever learned about oral examination hygiene tells me to pull away, but I don't. Not for a second. I enjoy this moment as I know it will never amount again. I make broadside motions with my tongue hoping that I am doing it aright I open my eyes and count to you. Still kissing, your hands call for more. You don't want to stop but you have to tell me, you have to let your emotions be known, you pull away ever so slightly, our faces are just column inch apart. My innocent center look to yours
"You, you are a very good visage, and that smiling on your face Tell me you know it too"
With a nervy giggle I go to kiss you on the impudence but you swivel and pull me back to your oral cavity. As we embrace each early once again, the untiring move of cuddling is more than I can handle and I don't know if I can keep it up. You sense me coming out of my love filled daze but you intend to charge me back. Your hand firmly holding my hips nudge me towards the bed. I stumble onto my bed. Knowing what is about to happen makes my heart bunk a little faster. You lean further into me, but not so hard that you will anguish me. Then I feel your hands exploring lower down my body. As I feel your finger tincture just over my renal pelvis I shudder with desperation and despair. For now the part have changed, this is your biz no longer mine, my despair for you to charter me is building high-pitched and higher. You know this but never do you stop, you tease me a little more before returning to my upper organic structure. As your hands return you intentionally run my top up with them, I turn my face away so I do not take to see you when you discover what I look like under my disguise. As you run my top up you can experience my stale pelt running over the palms of your hand. The silence in the room is broken by my heavy breathing, but your focus is never shifted, you take genial photos of this golden moment, the moment where I show person my eubstance for the 1st fourth dimension. You reach the merchantman of my bra and with one soft motility you run your hand over my breasts and my top goes too. I pull the straps down my weapon system urging you on, urging you to teach me, to indicate me what I like. I can finger my stomach exposed and a perch red fills my face, this is make or break fourth dimension for me. The terminal 6 calendar month all lead up to now, my stomach churns. As my top declension to the background you press your chest of drawers against mine and move back up to snog me, running your fingers down my weaponry, making my skin quiver with every motion. In reverse this clip you run your finger's breadth up my arms making my ventilation heavier, but I never stop kissing you, only now do I realise why everybody likes it so much. One hand slips under my rachis, one hand is all it takes to undo the grip and release the straps from my binding, and one mitt is all it takes for you to pull them out from underneath, set for the rarefied reveal. You run your fingers to the straps and gently slide them over my warming skin. The feel of your fingerbreadth on mine makes me gasp ; you look at me in discombobulation. I tell you
"It's okay, your helping hand, they are like fire"
You smile
"All the better to warm you up with my dear"
I turn my header to the side again in embarrassment. But your eye beckon me back. My bra is loosened now, and so is your genial engine block. You want me and I want you and we both know it. With a ace swipe you brush my bra off, teasing me your finger trace the outlines of my perfect titty. I want you to clobber me, but your taunting fingers only lengthen my want. More and more the tension physique, my teat rise as I can feel your breath approaching. You run your chin just over my breasts approaching my perky pink mamilla I believe you are about to do it. But not a moment sooner does your Chin just run over the top of my nipples as you kiss my neck, softly, slowly. Not what I wanted but I know it's going to be worth the postponement. Your hands run over my radiance tegument, the nitty-gritty of knockout at your fingertips and all the power is in your work force. My breathing becomes elevated and you know now is the time, you kiss back down over the skin of my breast approaching my nipple. Your lips fall onto my nipple ; you plant one buss after another. It feels like all the energy safety valve my body from that one point when you kiss it. Again and again. My breathing movement in time with your osculation. As your kiss tighten so does the tension in my body and the smallest moan floats out of my sassing and is received by you with a husky groan of approval. You make your way over to my other breast that eagerly awaits the Lapp intervention. You can feel the wetness of my nipple through your digit as you fondle my bare breast gently, just how I like it. I reach up to my face with my paw, gently I run one mitt through my hair as my heart close and my external respiration gets grueling. I can't help it but another moan escapes from me as your kisses get bass. Then your eyes rise to mine as you pull away from my knocker.
"you are amazing"
A mild laugh fall from your throat slicing the secrecy. My turn.
My hands find the bottom of your breast, as far as my arms can reach as you tower over me, my protector. I slowly roll your black t-shirt up and my bare skin against you makes your stomach tremble, but you would never admit it. As your stomach trembles your shirt falls past your read/write head and onto the floor. My eyes widen as your strong chest lays before me, inexperienced my hand run down your chest as you pull me to my feet. Once standing I realise how often taller and stronger you are than me. I notice from where I am standing I could kiss your breast, once, twice, three time. This is my return favor to you. But I know what you really want, so with that I take your solidness limb and act you gently to where I previously stood and lie you down on the bed. I get down to my stifle and place myself in between your legs. My small manus run up your legs to your crotch, I am surprised at how big you are, but this surprise never graces my face as make love you already live how beat I am. I undo your push button, the audio of the coarse jean against the solid metal cuts into the tensity like a knife. I pull your zipper down, nick by notch, watching your face the all time, keeping my eyes fixated on you, never moving. As the zipper reaches the can you feel the same desperation as I did, my number to ride you. I slide your trousers of ever so slowly, making you feel every vulcanized fiber run down your legs like a plume. As they fall off, I stop and stand. I look you in the eyes and climb on top of you, my stage straddling you. I lean over, your hard cock pressing against my jeans, I plant life one kiss on your chest and work towards your sass, kissing you just as I did before, a hot moment shared between only the two of us.
As I kiss you my hips begin to grind against your rooster only making it harder, and making your torment worse. I pull away and make my way down to your dampish pants. I put one finger each face of the elastic holding them up and I pull slowly, I see your hammer emerge, so big and so very hard. All for me, my optic widen and I bite my lip, but I never forget to look up at you so you can see my locution, an inexperienced person masque with a devil behind. Your hammer now lays in presence of me, up in the air, solitary and so very big. My little representative conjures
"you are so much bigger than I ever imagined, I don't know if I can make you all"
A sly sympathetic reply
"Baby, you manage whatever you can, all I want is you"
My stomach tingles and with that I run my hands over your second joint and industrial plant a candy kiss on the very centre of your warm balls, then I work my way up the length of your cock, kissing it ever so gently. But with all the meaning in the world. When I reach the tip a small groan shoots from your mouth. I know from this I should continue. As I kiss the tip I start to spread out my sassing wider and oeuvre my way further down the tip until I reach the dead body of your huge dick. My fond silky lips run over the base taking you all in until I can fit no more. You can feel your senses heightening and all of your push runs to your cock, making it harder, making it sore. My mouthpiece journeying up and down over your dick slowly at first, I won't let you cum until you are deep inside me. I can feel pre-cum on my sassing lubricating your cock making it easygoing for me to slip over you, I moan as I can feel you getting self-aggrandising inside me. I start to foot up my speed and you thrust your pelvis so slightly to aid me in my first ever snow job. Just as I see you getting into it, as I feel your dick getting wider, foresightful, hotter, I stop, pulling my backtalk away from you taunting you. You take my invite to play my lilliputian game.
You stand up and take me by the shoulders ; you sit me down on the bed, taking charge of me. You push me back so I am lying down and you pull my zipper down, just as I did yours, slowly, agonisingly slowly. You pull my trousers down to give away a pink brace of pantie with a piffling frilly bow right in the middle. You kiss from my naval to the top of my hip teasing me with your tongue. I moan a little harder this time as my fingers play with my bosom. You look at me, almost sternly
"Honey, no, that's my job to delight you, you have to watch, never bear on"
With a kinky smile my hands drop to my sides
"Whatever you want"
You continue to buss my kitty through my wet panties, all the time tracing your finger's breadth up and down my thigh. This feeling I have never felt before, I think I want you more, embarrassed by the dirty thoughts in my head I want you to taste me, I want it so bad. You give in, you know you want it as bad as I do, so with little faltering you roll my pantie down and as they fall to the base you look at my pussy, hot and wet, all for you. You savour this instant so when the morning comes you can commend, you are the firstly person to ever see my pussy, the first base someone to touch it, the outset person to work it, and the starting time mortal to fix it thrill with joy. With this thought in head you part my soft wet kitty sassing and hunt your glossa from the top of my clit to my the bottom of the inning of my pussy. You taste my succus for the first prison term. Savouring them, you say
"sister, just like I said earlier,"
I look into your eye
"You taste just as trade good as I thought you would"
Your mouth continues to run up and down my twat, making it shudder every time you go over the excrescence. My back up arch and my moans raise louder as your licking becomes faster. Now you lick a petty deeper when you work your way down. My sweet-flavored taste fill your mouth, making this experience even more of a blessing. You treasure every mo, so it can be revisited at a subsequently date. Your tongue just pushes a little into the opening move of my kitty-cat making me moan sharply with unexpected surprise. You continue this for a few minutes until you notice my heat rising and my heart pounding, you know I want to come. But you remember how I treated you ; it was time for the final round. You stand up ; your sleeve come down to my face as you lean over me. One candy kiss is all it takes, I want you in me, I want you deep in me, right now. I am whipped up into a frenzy as you stand there over me, preparing to take my inaugural time. Guard it like gold. We both know what comes now, your encephalon remembers it before mine, but with the cumbersome clip gap I soon remember. I run my hands up your chest of drawers as you place your cock on the opening of my cunt, I look bass into your eye and my hands roll over your shoulders. The silence is unendurable. What happens now is the signature of everything we have talked about. Everything you want Trygve Lie in these six words. If I don't say them we both know you won't do it. Our bodies are radiating massive heats and our eye are fixated on each former. I pull myself up. I lean into you ear. I take one breath and utter the terminal words of my virginity
"I want you to aim me"
With this I kiss you on the cervix and you lean in closer to me and without hesitation you push into me. All time stops for me. My face becomes strained with infliction and with vast pleasure. You hand reaches down to my cheek to console me. Your thenar is rested on my sass so you can feel my breather as you take me. I moan considerably louder this prison term, my stomach quiver and you are fully in me, my silky wet puss tightly caressing your vast voiceless cock. My words, simple but so satisfying
"Oh yes, yes, oh god, I… I love you"
I open my eyes to see you looking deeply at me ; they glisten with the tears of felicity. This is all I have ever wanted. You pull out slowly so as not to hurt me. You question starts at a slow steady footstep and soon my pain turns to pleasure. I can palpate you filling me up every sentence you push into me with all the lovemaking in your spirit. I look at you, I want you to go faster, I want you to necessitate me further. You start pushing harder almost thrusting now ; I can find you on my spot rubbing against it slowly as your fingers tease my clit. This moment has been all I have wanted for so long. I want you deeper in me. You see this in my center and the smile that plays across your brass is obvious. You are going to take me, hard, bass, and fast. You pick up your pace, only making me moan louder, my chest rising slope and falls with every breath I take as you fill me up, your balls slapping against me. I want to cum, and you want to find me cum. My moan are more frequent to a greater extent planetary as your upper picks up and your jab is in motion with the thrust of my pelvic girdle. I can finger you getting handsome which only makes it harder to control my moaning, so I moan as loud as I can, no fear because you and I know I live in the middle of nowhere, where no sound is ever heard. I can finger my hotness raising my cutis is shining with a thin layer of glistening sweat. You can feel yourself reaching a culmination. You go to force out of me, and the intelligence you want to hear so very much tumble out of me
"interior, I want you to cum inside me"
Placing your helping hand on my petty grimace, you hold me softly as you look deeply into my ingenuous optic. You let go, all of the strength and pleasure of this moment is released now, I arch my back and your heftiness tighten, together we cum onto each other. Your grunting slows as your cum filling me, hot and fleshy, my groan become gentle whispers in the Nox. You roll onto me still inside me as our climax die down. You kiss my os frontale and differentiate me
"You were right to hold off for me, I never want to lose you"
I smile softly and bet into your eyes. You roll to the side of me and we both lay there breathing hard holding each other's deal. I lean to the side and you cradle me. Your short princess. You pull the blanket over us and we drop off into the night, both dream of what the future holds.
When I wake up in the morning the room is filled with a brilliant golden glow, as I look towards the windowpane I see your face, your centre open just watching me as I slept. You kiss my forehead and I tell you
"You know, I think I really do get laid you ”