She's everything, man. She's everything I've been looking for since I was like 14. And we're finally getting married. After long time 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 make sure it's going to work.
She's so beautiful. She's about five feet, five column inch with brilliant red dyed hair and the deepest Brown eyes anyone has ever seen. And her bosom. They're perfect. They're just the right size with the most delicious mamilla. Her hide is like silk. And the thing 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 Mozart and, on social function, Trans-Siberian Orchestra. I was a big fan of God Almighty of the closed chain. 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 nooky that.
I met Emily at Taco Bell, where only the classiest dine. She was with her friend Victoria, who had a ophidian with her. Dirty hobo, that one was. But this isn't about that dullard cum dumpster, it's about my gorgeous fiancée and me.
Emily changed my life. I asked her to do over one Nox. She had just broken up with her lady friend. Not being gay and only being with one guy for a twelvemonth made it difficult to come up with ways to solace her, but I figured some good old-hat girl time would do the trick. It always cheered me up. But I had no estimation what I was getting into.
She came over in a beautiful red attire, wielding a heavy-looking backpack. She went straight for my room and set the backpack down on the trading floor, carefully. I heard chicken feed clinking and liquidness sloshing.
"Emily, what's in that bag ?"I asked in as innocent a vocalization as I could muster.
"Grape juice,"she replied sarcastically."What do you intend it is ?"
"Well I don't really know…"I muttered.
"Really ?"She was surprised."Have you never drunk before ?"
"Well ..."
"Wow ! And I bet you've never even seen one of these !"Emily exclaimed while pulling a large looking glass subway 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 pipe if you're in a capitulum shop and don't wan na get kicked out."
"Oh ! And you smoke… ganja with that ?"I asked.
"Yes-sir-ree-ma'am,"she said excitedly."And I'm gon na help you take your maiden rip !"The look on my face must have got said everything because she quickly covered my oral cavity with her palm tree and whispered directly into my ear."Don't worry, babe. I do this all the time."That feeling on her fingers. Had she just masturbated ?
As soon as the though entered my head, I thought I might be sick. I was disgusted. But I was moistening. I bit my glossa hard to escape my thought process. I gasped and Emily removed her hand.
"What did you do that for ? Welp, we're gon na have to disinfect it. Lem me facilitate you out."She plunged her handwriting into her bag and more clinking ensued. She took her hand out, it now embracing two tear glasses. She lifted another bottle out, this one labeled"Bacardi."She poured enough into each field glass to make full them all the way to the very top. She put one in my hired hand, keeping one for herself.
"underside up !"she exclaimed, shooting her liquidity quickly into her mouth, swallowing, while forcing my hand up, sending my shot directly down my pharynx and burning my esophagus badly. And I started to cry.
"Oh, don't be such a pussy,"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 liquor. You might couch, but that show might also have numbed your throat. You'll be alright. I promise. I won't let you get hurt."And, for some reason, I believed her. Everything felt right. She was going to take forethought of me.
She dug in her bloomers and pulled out a quart-sized bag full to the brim with hairy, lime-green nuggets. She pulled a medium-sized one out and broke it up onto a minuscule, besotted man of newspaper publisher. She broke up enough to sate the glass bowl-shaped composition at the end of the root about ¾ of the way and dumped it good in.
"Now. I'm going to perch this. You're going to put your mouth at the end of this and inspire slowly until the smoke is about halfway to the top. Then, I'm going to pull this piece out and you're going to deplume very quickly. Then you don't need to do anything for the quietus of the Nox. And I'll be right here. For as long as you need me."
And I almost cried. A single tear rolled down my brass as I whispered,"thank you."This is what I'd been missing. Someone who cared. Who could ever break away up with this woman ? She was so rattling. I wanted to punch that slut in the brass. But I just nodded and put my lips to the glass opening.
She lit, I inhaled. She pulled out the bit, I inhaled harder. Just like she said. I kept the smoke in as farsighted 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 occur. She knew exactly how the entire night would go. She make all the right moves at all the right times. I knew what her program was, as I lay there helplessly. She'd won.
But don't you think for a second that I was raped. I let everything pass that night out of thoroughgoing free will and I don't regret a moment 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 level, staring at my music note-clad roof and realizing that I'm going to light asleep soon. And I don't want this. Not one bit. So I ask her if she's got anything else."Anything to hold on me awake,"I plead.
"I've got just the thing !"she says throwing up a fist with her index finger erect. She then delves into her bag's large pocket and move to the smaller front scoop before pulling out another bag, this one containing various modest purple anovulatory drug."Ex. They're a sort of neopolitan ; a mix. They make everything just feel in effect. The main ingredient in this batch is coke. That'll give you a nice fiddling rush."
"perfect tense !"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 shelling acid and an asshole that hasn't been washed in three weeks, so stimulate a beverage ready."Luckily I had a water bottle close to me because I'd started chewing before she could adequately warn me. I swallowed the purpleness bits and chugged, chugged, chugged. Emily did the same. And we both had the Same disgusted feel on our faces. It was cute.
"It'll only aim about thirty minute of arc. following time, we'll crush ‘ 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 story of her and Chelsea, her ex, and I told her the tarradiddle of me and Jeffrey. Apparently, Chelsea was sneaking around with Victoria. Remember her ? She was Emily's best acquaintance. The one with the snake in the grass at Taco Bell. Fucking cunt.
She wasn't surprised by my news report. rumour 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 live 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 blackjack for 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 back talk were glued to mine.
She broke the candy kiss and whispered,"oh yeah ?"And that kiss had shocked me. It was light. It was subdued. It was even close-lipped. But I couldn't motility. She touched my impertinence and I wanted to cry.
"Emily,"I whimpered.
"Yes, darling ?"she asked quietly.
"ass me."The password escaped my backtalk. 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 minute wide-cut of worried and wandering thoughts before she whispered into my ear.
"Are you sure ?"
And I wept like a child. I was in love. She was the only person I'd ever met that truly cared about me. And I was going to make erotic love with her. She even understood the tears. She wiped them away, kissed my cheek, and held me.
"I love you, too,"she said. She lifted my shirt up over my headspring and kissed my lips. She cocked and bowed her head, licking my next in a very minor orbit before closing her mouth around it and sucking the area into her mouth and proceeded to seize with teeth it softly. She let go and did it again on a spot while her hands found their way to the back of my bra and untie it, letting it fall to the ground.
She worked her way down my neck opening and started pushing me back into a lying spatial relation as she reached my dog collar bone and continued downward. She kissed around each nipple, 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 rima oris, hard. But she nibbled it ever so softly. So much that it was almost teasing. As she did this, she unbuttoned my bloomers. Her tongue swirled around my pap and she unzipped them. She switched pap and started sliding my pants off. She was always preparing for her next move. She slipped my drawers off and shoved her spit into my mouth
I was so ready.
She pulled my panty down. They stuck to me just a petty bit. I just couldn't control condition myself. They were down around my ankle and off in no time, though. Like I said, she was an expert.
She didn't really give me a lot admonition. Shed moved my labia the either side of meat with her index and ring fingers while kissing me deeply. I had to break it briefly.
"Be gentle,"I whimpered."Please."
She bowed her head slowly and planted her backtalk on my forehead. For a full minute, she kept it there, assuring me. She bowed lower, 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 vocalization wasn't working. All that escaped my mouth was a short, high-pitched narrow escape before my body relaxed again. But then she pulled her fingerbreadth out. And just before it left me, I came. Again.
"Don't,"I wheezed between shallow, aimless breaths."Stop."
"Yes ma'am,"she whispered, continuing to finger me. I'd never felt anything like it. But I felt everything."Wan na taste ?"she asked politely.
"Yes, please,"I replied. I'd always wondered. And I had no doubt my penchant buds would be in heaven. And I was right. She pulled her finger's breadth out of me and placed it into my mouth. She repeated the motion from only a moment ago, but this meter she did it right under my nose. I loved every second of it. Her finger's breadth touched the back of my pharynx sometimes, and each time I leaked a little to a greater extent of my sweet nectar.
She kissed down the length of my body, making no stops in any specific 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 mo without touching me.
She spread my brim apart, after lathering my second joint with buss. She gave me one soft, easy lick right up the middle of my womanhood, resting, at the end, just about my clitoris. Then she nudged it again with her natural language. And again. And again. And faster. And she was ravaging my clit and I was writhing everywhere. I was convulsing and there was cipher I could do about it. I came and I was in heaven. It seemed like a gallon of liquidness. It was so unlike anything else.
"Mmmmm,"she delighted."How'd ya recognise that was my favorite ? Look, I know you can only need one more. So I'm going to show you how I both give and receive the gravid sexual climax I've ever experienced."
She rummaged through her bag again, but there were no poky or sloshes this prison term as all the glassful and nursing bottle had been removed. Now, this prison term her hand escaped clutching a small, pink teddy bear. Nothing peculiar. 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 dent in the spine of the bear for her hand. She slipped it in and one finger controlled each arm. My peg were banquet all-encompassing. She explored my unit torso with it, making it caress each mammilla and embrace each breast. It roamed until coming to rest on my very kempt and well-managed bush.
One of the accept's blazonry snuck down. Down between my legs. She applies pressure to ramify my rim once more. And then it came to rest on my clitoris. And it moved back and Forth River. And I knew instantly that I'd never felt, nor would I ever feel again, anything as divine as this. I came. For what seemed like day. I was afraid it might never hold back. And it almost didn't. I'm positive it wouldn't have if I hadn't passed out.
I felt one hand attain its way up my torso and rest with its fingers firm around my neck. And then they tightened. And tightened. And tightened. And then there was nothing .