She's everything, man. She's everything I've been looking for since I was like fourteen. And we're finally getting married. After age of waiting, we can finally do it. For now, we're just living together. We figure we'd do that before we tied the knot just to name sure it's going to work.
She's so beautiful. She's about five feet, five inches with hopeful red dyed hair and the deepest brown eyes anyone has ever seen. And her breasts. They're perfect. They're just the powerful size with the most delicious nipple. Her skin is like silk. And the affair I'd like to say about that succulent flower… Well, they're far too graphic to be written by such a pristine woman.
Yes, I was extremely close-minded before Emily. I listened to a lot of Liszt and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and, on occasion, Trans-Siberian Orchestra. I was a big fan of Godhead of the Rings. I'd had sex with one guy the day he proposed to me. Coincidentally, it was also the day he broke up with me. SO I just didn't pain anymore. Plus, it really hurt. So fuck that.
I met Emily at Taco Alexander Bell, where only the swish dine. She was with her friend Victoria, who had a Snake with her. Dirty tramp, that one was. But this isn't about that stupid cum dumpster, it's about my gorgeous fiancée and me.
Emily changed my life. I asked her to come over one nighttime. She had just broken up with her girlfriend. Not being gay and only being with one guy for a year made it difficult to get along up with slipway to console her, but I figured some adept old-fashioned girl meter would do the trick. It always cheered me up. But I had no idea what I was getting into.
She came over in a beautiful red dress, wielding a heavy-looking backpack. She went straight for my way and set the haversack down on the floor, carefully. I heard ice clinking and liquid sloshing.
"Emily, what's in that bag ?"I asked in as innocent a voice as I could muster.
"Grape juice,"she replied sarcastically."What do you think it is ?"
"Well I don't really know…"I muttered.
"Really ?"She was surprise."Have you never tope before ?"
"Well ..."
"Wow ! And I bet you've never even seen one of these !"Emily exclaimed while pulling a prominent drinking glass thermionic valve with what looked like a stem coming out of it near the bottom.
"It's a bong,"she explained with a smile."Or a water piping if you're in a caput shop and don't wan na get kicked out."
"Oh ! And you smoke… Marijuana with that ?"I asked.
"Yes-sir-ree-ma'am,"she said excitedly."And I'm gon na avail you take your initiatory rip !"The looking at on my human face must have said everything because she quickly covered my sassing with her medal and whispered directly into my ear."Don't headache, babe. I do this all the time."That smell on her digit. Had she just masturbated ?
As soon as the though entered my thinker, I thought I might be sick. I was disgusted. But I was moistening. I bit my tongue hard to take to the woods my thoughts. I gasped and Emily removed her hand.
"What did you do that for ? Welp, we're gon na have to disinfect it. Lem me help you out."She plunged her hand into her bag and Sir Thomas More clinking ensued. She took her hand out, it now embracing two bourgeon glasses. She lifted another bottleful out, this one labeled"Bacardi."She poured enough into each glass to replete them all the way to the very top. She put one in my deal, keeping one for herself.
"tail end up !"she exclaimed, shooting her fluid quickly into her sass, swallowing, while forcing my paw up, sending my shot directly down my throat and burning my esophagus badly. And I started to cry.
"Oh, don't be such a slit,"she said. Pouring two more drinks.
"No !"I yelled."I'm not doing this anymore !"
"Fine. But you at least have to try this. It's nothing like strong drink. You might couch, but that show might also have numbed your throat. You'll be fine. I promise. I won't let you get hurt."And, for some reason, I believed her. Everything felt right hand. She was going to direct care of me.
She dug in her pants and pulled out a quart-sized bag full to the rim with hairy, lime-green nuggets. She pulled a medium-sized one out and broke it up onto a small-scale, soaked piece of composition. She broke up enough to fill the glass bowl-shaped patch at the end of the shank about ¾ of the way and dumped it right in.
"Now. I'm going to get down this. You're going to put your lip at the end of this and inhale slowly until the smoke is about halfway to the top. Then, I'm going to pull this piece out and you're going to root for very quickly. Then you don't need to do anything for the rest of the Nox. And I'll be right here. For as long as you need me."
And I almost cried. A single binge rolled down my cheek as I whispered,"thank you."This is what I'd been missing. person who cared. Who could ever break up with this charwoman ? She was so wondrous. I wanted to punch that jade in the face. But I just nodded and put my lips to the glass opening.
She lit, I inhaled. She pulled out the piece, I inhaled harder. Just like she said. I kept the grass in as long as I could before my lungs forced everything out in rage.
Everything blurred as I fell backward. Cleverly, Emily had placed a pillow right field where my head would land. She knew it was going to pass. She knew exactly how the total dark would go. She make all the right moves at all the right sentence. I knew what her design was, as I lay there helplessly. She'd won.
But don't you think for a instant that I was raped. I let everything materialise that night out of pure exempt will and I don't repent a moment of it to this day. But we're not even there yet. Don't trouble, though. We'll get there soon enough, I promise.
Anyway, so I'm lying there on the floor, staring at my music note-clad cap and realizing that I'm going to fall asleep soon. And I don't want this. Not one bit. So I ask her if she's got anything else."Anything to keep me awake,"I plead.
"I've got just the matter !"she says throwing up a fist with her index finger erect. She then delves into her bag's large pocket and moves to the lowly front sac before pulling out another bag, this one containing several small purple pills."Ex. They're a variety of neopolitan ; a mix. They make everything just feel good. The main ingredient in this pile is coke. That'll spring you a gracious little rush."
"perfective tense !"I sit up quickly, grad a tab, and pop it into my mouth.
"It works better if you chew it up. But it tastes like battery pane and an shit that hasn't been washed in three calendar week, so stimulate a drink ready."Luckily I had a H2O feeding bottle close to me because I'd started chewing before she could adequately monish me. I swallowed the purple chip and chugged, chugged, chugged. Emily did the same. And we both had the same disgusted look on our faces. It was cute.
"It'll only acquire about XXX minutes. future time, we'll press ‘ em up and snort ‘ em. That'll make them kick in faster and hit harder."
So for the next one-half hour or so, we just talked. She told me the storey of her and Chelsea, her ex, and I told her the news report of me and Jeffrey. Apparently, Chelsea was sneaking around with Victoria. Remember her ? She was Emily's best friend. The one with the serpent at Taco Bell. Fucking cunt.
She wasn't surprised by my story. hearsay had been floating around that he was going to do it. And I didn't believe it at first base. But then he proposed to me. Just like everyone said he would. So I knew exactly what was going to take place. But oh well. I figured I'd just get it out of the way. It's ice chest to not be a Virgin anyway, right ? I mean, I was twenty-one for Jesus's sake.
But back to where we were ! She kissed me. Just like that. All I said was,"I think I feel something,"and her backtalk were glued to mine.
She broke the kiss and whispered,"oh yeah ?"And that kiss had shocked me. It was lightly. It was soft. It was even close-lipped. But I couldn't movement. She touched my cheek and I wanted to cry.
"Emily,"I whimpered.
"Yes, darling ?"she asked quietly.
"piece of tail me."The Word escaped my mouth. Or had they ? I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure of anything, really. What had I said ? I forgot. It felt like an intact bit full phase of the moon of apprehensive and erratic thoughts before she whispered into my ear.
"Are you sure ?"
And I wept like a baby. I was in love. She was the exclusively person I'd ever met that truly cared about me. And I was going to make love with her. She even understood the rent. She wiped them away, kissed my cheek, and held me.
"I love you, too,"she said. She lifted my shirt up over my head and kissed my sass. She cocked and bowed her head, licking my next in a very small-scale area before closing her lips around it and sucking the area into her rima oris and proceeded to burn it softly. She let go and did it again on a speckle while her hands found their way to the vertebral column of my bra and undid it, letting it fall to the ground.
She worked her way down my cervix and started pushing me back into a lying position as she reached my catch bone and continued downward. She kissed around each mamilla, being careful to not even brush either one. She was an expert. She licked between my breasts.
I was soaking
And then she did it. She sucked on nipple into her sassing, hard. But she nibbled it ever so softly. So much that it was almost teasing. As she did this, she unbuttoned my pants. Her tongue swirled around my mamilla and she unzipped them. She switched nipples and started sliding my pants off. She was always preparing for her adjacent move. She slipped my bloomers off and shoved her tongue into my sassing
I was so ready.
She pulled my panties down. They stuck to me just a piffling bit. I just couldn't controller myself. They were down around my ankles and off in no time, though. Like I said, she was an expert.
She didn't really kick in me much monition. Shed moved my labia the either side with her index number and ring fingers while kissing me deeply. I had to disclose it briefly.
"Be aristocratic,"I whimpered."Please."
She bowed her head word slowly and planted her lips on my forehead. For a entire minute, she kept it there, assuring me. She bowed depressed, next to my ear and whispered,"I love you."And she penetrated me.
Just one finger, one time was enough. I clenched. My entire body shook. I tried to scream but my voice wasn't working. All that escaped my mouth was a suddenly, high-pitched close shave before my body relaxed again. But then she pulled her finger out. And just before it left me, I came. Again.
"Don't,"I wheezed between shoal, aimless breathing space."Stop."
"Yes ma'am,"she whispered, continuing to finger me. I'd never felt anything like it. But I felt everything."Wan na gustatory modality ?"she asked politely.
"Yes, please,"I replied. I'd always wondered. And I had no doubt my gustatory sensation buds would be in heaven. And I was right. She pulled her digit out of me and placed it into my lip. She repeated the gesture from only a moment ago, but this time she did it right under my wind. I loved every second of it. Her digit touched the backbone of my throat sometimes, and each sentence I leaked a piddling more of my Henry Sweet nectar.
She kissed down the length of my body, making no diaphragm in any fussy part and completely avoiding anything that was crying for attention. But soon she relieved me. When I thought I might kill her if she went another second without touching me.
She spread my brim apart, after lathering my second joint with kisses. She gave me one soft, slow lick right up the middle of my muliebrity, resting, at the end, just about my clit. Then she nudged it again with her tongue. And again. And again. And faster. And she was ravaging my clit and I was writhing everywhere. I was convulsing and there was nada I could do about it. I came and I was in Heaven. It seemed like a gallon of liquid. It was so unlike anything else.
"Mmmmm,"she delighted."How'd ya sleep with that was my favorite ? expression, I know you can only take one more. So I'm going to show you how I both give and receive the swell climax I've ever experienced."
She rummaged through her bag again, but there were no clinks or sloshes this meter as all the glasses and bottle had been removed. Now, this time her hand escaped clutching a humble, pink shift bear. zippo special. But something about it made me even moister and more wanting. And she noticed.
"I knew this would puzzle out. It always does."
There was a slit in the back of the bear for her mitt. She slipped it in and one finger controlled each arm. My legs were bed covering extensive. She explored my whole organic structure with it, making it fondle each nipple and embrace each breast. It roamed until coming to rest on my very kempt and well-managed bush.
One of the assume's arms snuck down. Down between my stage. She applies pressure to separate my lips once more. And then it came to remain on my button. And it moved back and Forth River. And I knew instantly that I'd never felt, nor would I ever finger again, anything as divine as this. I came. For what seemed alike days. I was afraid it might never break off. And it almost didn't. I'm plus it wouldn't have if I hadn't passed out.
I felt one hand make its way up my body and residue with its fingerbreadth firm around my neck opening. And then they tightened. And tightened. And tightened. And then there was nothing .