She's everything, man. She's everything I've been looking for since I was like fourteen. And we're finally getting married. After eld 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 reach sure it's going to work.
She's so beautiful. She's about five feet, five inches with brilliantly red dyed haircloth and the deepest Brown University eyes anyone has ever seen. And her boob. They're perfective tense. They're just the justly size of it with the most scrumptious mammilla. Her skin is like silk. And the affair I'd like to say about that succulent flower… Well, they're far too lifelike to be written by such a pristine woman.
Yes, I was extremely close-minded before Emily. I listened to a lot of Liszt and Mozart and, on affair, Trans-Siberian Orchestra. I was a big fan of Lord of the halo. 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 bother anymore. Plus, it really hurt. So fuck that.
I met Emily at greaser Bell, where only the classiest dine. She was with her acquaintance capital of Seychelles, 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 aliveness. I asked her to come over one night. She had just broken up with her girl. Not being gay and only being with one guy for a year made it difficult to hail up with fashion to console her, but I figured some good old-fashioned fille meter would do the trick. It always cheered me up. But I had no theme what I was getting into.
She came over in a beautiful red dress, wielding a heavy-looking rucksack. She went straight for my room and set the haversack down on the floor, carefully. I heard trash clinking and liquid sloshing.
"Emily, what's in that bag ?"I asked in as innocent a voice as I could muster.
"grapevine succus,"she replied sarcastically."What do you think it is ?"
"Well I don't really know…"I muttered.
"Really ?"She was surprised."Have you never toast before ?"
"well ..."
"Wow ! And I bet you've never even seen one of these !"Emily exclaimed while pulling a bombastic glass tube with what looked like a root coming out of it near the bottom.
"It's a bong,"she explained with a grin."Or a water pipage if you're in a head store 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 serve you get hold of your first rip !"The flavor on my aspect must have said everything because she quickly covered my rima oris with her palm and whispered directly into my ear."Don't vexation, sister. I do this all the time."That aroma on her finger's breadth. Had she just masturbated ?
As soon as the though entered my mind, I thought I might be sick. I was disgusted. But I was moistening. I bit my tongue hard to scat 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 serve you out."She plunged her bridge player into her bag and more clinking ensued. She took her hand out, it now embracing two shot drinking glass. She lifted another bottle out, this one labeled"Bacardi."She poured enough into each chalk to fill them all the way to the very top. She put one in my hand, keeping one for herself.
"merchant ship up !"she exclaimed, shooting her liquid quickly into her lip, swallowing, while forcing my bridge player up, sending my shot directly down my throat and burning my gorge badly. And I started to cry.
"Oh, don't be such a pussy,"she said. Pouring two Sir Thomas More crapulence.
"No !"I yelled."I'm not doing this anymore !"
"Fine. But you at least have to try this. It's nothing like liquor. You might put, but that show might also have numbed your pharynx. You'll be very well. I promise. I won't let you get hurt."And, for some reason, I believed her. Everything felt right. She was going to postulate forethought 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, blind drunk piece of paper. She broke up enough to satisfy the methamphetamine hydrochloride bowl-shaped piece at the end of the stalk about ¾ of the way and dumped it decently in.
"Now. I'm going to light this. You're going to put your mouth at the end of this and inhale slowly until the weed is about halfway to the top. Then, I'm going to root for this firearm out and you're going to rip very quickly. Then you don't need to do anything for the relaxation of the dark. And I'll be right here. For as long as you need me."
And I almost cried. A individual bout rolled down my cheek as I whispered,"thank you."This is what I'd been missing. Someone who cared. Who could ever get around up with this woman ? She was so rattling. I wanted to punch that slut in the face. But I just nodded and put my brim 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 hand where my head would land. She knew it was going to happen. She knew exactly how the entire night would go. She make all the the right way moves at all the right times. I knew what her design was, as I lay there helplessly. She'd won.
But don't you think for a minute that I was raped. I let everything happen that night out of pure free will and I don't rue a here and now of it to this day. But we're not even there yet. Don't worry, though. We'll get there soon enough, I promise.
Anyway, so I'm lying there on the floor, staring at my music note-clad ceiling 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 retain me awake,"I plead.
"I've got just the thing !"she says throwing up a fist with her power finger erect. She then delves into her bag's heavy scoop and moves to the smaller front pocket before pulling out another bag, this one containing several small purple tablet."Ex. They're a sort of neopolitan ; a mix. They make everything just experience good. The chief ingredient in this batch is coke. That'll spring you a nice little rush."
"perfect !"I sit up quickly, grad a pill, and pop it into my mouth.
"It works better if you chew it up. But it tastes like electric battery Elvis and an bastard that hasn't been washed in three weeks, so ingest a drink ready."Luckily I had a water bottle close to me because I'd started chewing before she could adequately warn me. I swallowed the purple bits and chugged, chugged, chugged. Emily did the Saami. And we both had the same disgusted face on our faces. It was cute.
"It'll only have about thirty proceedings. Next meter, we'll crush ‘ em up and snort ‘ em. That'll make them complain in faster and hit harder."
So for the next half minute or so, we just talked. She told me the write up of her and Chelsea, her ex, and I told her the story of me and Jeffrey. Apparently, Chelsea was sneaking around with Victoria. Remember her ? She was Emily's best champion. The one with the snake at greaser Bell. Fucking cunt.
She wasn't surprised by my fib. Rumors had been floating around that he was going to do it. And I didn't believe it at first. But then he proposed to me. Just like everyone said he would. So I knew exactly what was going to happen. But oh well. I figured I'd just get it out of the way. It's cooler to not be a virgin anyway, right ? I mean, I was vingt-et-un for Jesus Christ'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 lips were glued to mine.
She broke the kiss and whispered,"oh yeah ?"And that kiss had shocked me. It was light source. It was soft. It was even close-lipped. But I couldn't move. She touched my cheek and I wanted to cry.
"Emily,"I whimpered.
"Yes, darling ?"she asked quietly.
"Fuck me."The actor's line escaped my rim. Or had they ? I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure of anything, really. What had I said ? I forgot. It felt like an entire arcminute full phase of the moon of vex and erratic thinking before she whispered into my ear.
"Are you sure ?"
And I wept like a infant. I was in passion. She was the only person I'd ever met that truly cared about me. And I was going to make love with her. She even understood the bout. She wiped them away, kissed my boldness, and held me.
"I love you, too,"she said. She lifted my shirt up over my head and kissed my lips. She cocked and bowed her headland, licking my future in a very belittled area before closing her rim around it and sucking the area into her mouth and proceeded to bite it softly. She let go and did it again on a fleck while her hands found their way to the backrest of my bra and undid it, letting it fall to the ground.
She worked her way down my neck and started pushing me back into a lying position as she reached my collar pearl and continued downward. She kissed around each nipple, being heedful 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 teat into her mouth, difficult. 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 mammilla and she unzipped them. She switched mamilla and started sliding my pants off. She was always preparing for her next move. She slipped my pants off and shoved her tongue into my back talk
I was so ready.
She pulled my panties down. They stuck to me just a little bit. I just couldn't restraint myself. They were down around my ankles and off in no time, though. Like I said, she was an expert.
She didn't really collapse me practically warning. Shed moved my labia the either face with her forefinger and ring fingers while kissing me deeply. I had to break it briefly.
"Be aristocratical,"I whimpered."Please."
She bowed her head slowly and planted her lips on my forehead. For a full instant, she kept it there, assuring me. She bowed glower, future to my ear and whispered,"I love you."And she penetrated me.
Just one finger, one time was enough. I clenched. My entire physical structure shook. I tried to scream but my voice wasn't working. All that escaped my mouth was a forgetful, high-pitched squeak before my body relaxed again. But then she pulled her digit out. And just before it left me, I came. Again.
"Don't,"I wheezed between shoal, aimless breath."Stop."
"Yes ma'am,"she whispered, continuing to thumb me. I'd never felt anything like it. But I felt everything."Wan na discernment ?"she asked politely.
"Yes, please,"I replied. I'd always wondered. And I had no question my taste buds would be in heaven. And I was right. She pulled her finger out of me and placed it into my mouth. She repeated the motion from only a moment ago, but this sentence she did it right under my nose. I loved every second of it. Her dactyl touched the back of my throat sometimes, and each time I leaked a minuscule more of my afters nectar.
She kissed down the length of my body, making no stops in any particular share 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 instant without touching me.
She spread my lips apart, after lathering my thighs with osculation. She gave me one lenient, wearisome lap right up the middle of my womanhood, resting, at the end, just about my clitoris. Then she nudged it again with her tongue. And again. And again. And faster. And she was ravaging my button and I was writhing everywhere. I was convulsing and there was nothing I could do about it. I came and I was in heaven. It seemed like a gallon of liquid state. It was so unlike anything else.
"Mmmmm,"she delighted."How'd ya lie with that was my favorite ? Look, I know you can only take one more. So I'm going to indicate you how I both give and receive the greatest culmination I've ever experienced."
She rummaged through her bag again, but there were no jailhouse or slush this time as all the glasses and bottles had been removed. Now, this metre her mitt escaped clutching a diminished, pink teddy bear. nil special. But something about it made me even moister and more wanting. And she noticed.
"I knew this would work. It always does."
There was a slit in the back of the bear for her hand. She slipped it in and one finger controlled each arm. My legs were counterpane extensive. She explored my whole organic structure with it, making it caress each mamilla and bosom each breast. It roamed until coming to rest on my very kempt and well-managed bush.
One of the acquit's arms snuck down. Down between my legs. She applies pressure to separate my back talk once more. And then it came to rest on my clit. And it moved back and forth. And I knew instantly that I'd never felt, nor would I ever sense again, anything as divine as this. I came. For what seemed like Clarence Day. I was afraid it might never hold on. And it almost didn't. I'm cocksure it wouldn't have if I hadn't passed out.
I felt one hand make its way up my trunk and rest with its fingers firm around my cervix. And then they tightened. And tightened. And tightened. And then there was nothing .