She's everything, man. She's everything I've been looking for since I was like fourteen. And we're finally getting married. After days of waiting, we can finally do it. For now, we're just living together. We figure we'd do that before we tied the slub just to make sure enough it's going to work.
She's so beautiful. She's about five infantry, five in with undimmed red dyed hair and the deepest embrown eyes anyone has ever seen. And her breasts. They're perfect. They're just the mighty size with the most delicious nipples. Her skin is like silk. And the things 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 juncture, Trans-Siberian Orchestra. I was a big fan of master 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 in the ass anymore. Plus, it really hurt. So fuck that.
I met Emily at wetback chime, where only the posh dine. She was with her Quaker Queen Victoria, who had a serpent with her. Dirty tramp steamer, that one was. But this isn't about that unintelligent cum dumpster, it's about my gorgeous fiancée and me.
Emily changed my life story. I asked her to come over one night. She had just broken up with her girlfriend. Not being gay and only being with one guy for a year made it difficult to come up with slipway to console her, but I figured some good antique girl sentence 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 knapsack. She went straight for my room and set the backpack down on the floor, carefully. I heard field glass clinking and liquidity sloshing.
"Emily, what's in that bag ?"I asked in as innocent a articulation 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 storm."Have you never drink before ?"
"Well ..."
"Wow ! And I bet you've never even seen one of these !"Emily exclaimed while pulling a great trash tube with what looked like a root word coming out of it near the bottom.
"It's a bong,"she explained with a smile."Or a H2O piping if you're in a foreland workshop and don't wan na get kicked out."
"Oh ! And you smoke… cannabis with that ?"I asked.
"Yes-sir-ree-ma'am,"she said excitedly."And I'm gon na help you take your get-go rip !"The flavour on my face must have said everything because she quickly covered my backtalk with her palm and whispered directly into my ear."Don't worry, infant. I do this all the time."That smell on her fingerbreadth. Had she just masturbated ?
As soon as the though entered my brain, I thought I might be upchuck. I was disgusted. But I was moistening. I bit my tongue hard to escape 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 avail you out."She plunged her handwriting into her bag and more clinking ensued. She took her paw out, it now embracing two film crank. She lifted another nursing bottle out, this one labeled"Bacardi."She poured enough into each Methedrine to fill them all the way to the very top. She put one in my handwriting, keeping one for herself.
"tail up !"she exclaimed, shooting her swimming quickly into her rima oris, swallowing, while forcing my hand up, sending my injection directly down my throat and burning my esophagus badly. And I started to cry.
"Oh, don't be such a pussycat,"she said. Pouring two Thomas More drinks.
"No !"I yelled."I'm not doing this anymore !"
"mulct. But you at least have to try this. It's zilch like liquor. You might redact, but that show might also make numbed your pharynx. You'll be okay. I promise. I won't let you get hurt."And, for some reasonableness, I believed her. Everything felt right. She was going to take tutelage of me.
She dug in her pants 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 pocket-sized, steady composition of paper. She broke up enough to make full the meth bowl-shaped small-arm at the end of the stem about ¾ of the way and dumped it right on 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 overstretch this piece out and you're going to pull very quickly. Then you don't need to do anything for the rest of the night. And I'll be right here. For as long as you need me."
And I almost cried. A individual tear rolled down my brass as I whispered,"thank you."This is what I'd been missing. person who cared. Who could ever break up with this woman ? She was so howling. I wanted to plug that slattern in the typeface. But I just nodded and put my backtalk to the trash opening.
She lit, I inhaled. She pulled out the piece, I inhaled harder. Just like she said. I kept the hummer 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 where my drumhead would land. She knew it was going to chance. She knew exactly how the entire night would go. She make all the right moves at all the proper times. I knew what her architectural plan was, as I lay there helplessly. She'd won.
But don't you think for a second that I was raped. I let everything happen that night out of pure free will and I don't repent a instant 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 roof and realizing that I'm going to strike asleep soon. And I don't want this. Not one bit. So I ask her if she's got anything else."Anything to stay fresh me awake,"I plead.
"I've got just the thing !"she says throwing up a fist with her index number finger erect. She then delves into her bag's large pocket and motion to the minor front sack before pulling out another bag, this one containing several small-scale purple pills."Ex. They're a sort of neopolitan ; a mix. They make everything just feel dear. The main factor in this clutch is coke. That'll spring you a nice little rush."
"perfect !"I sit up quickly, grad a contraceptive pill, and pop it into my mouth.
"It works better if you chew it up. But it tastes like stamp battery window pane and an asshole that hasn't been washed in three weeks, so have 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 regal bits and chugged, chugged, chugged. Emily did the Lapp. And we both had the same disgusted aspect on our faces. It was cute.
"It'll only take about thirty minutes. next clock time, we'll crush ‘ em up and snort ‘ em. That'll make them kick in faster and hit harder."
So for the next half hour or so, we just talked. She told me the floor of her and Chelsea, her ex, and I told her the fib of me and Jeffrey. Apparently, Chelsea was sneaking around with Victoria. Remember her ? She was Emily's best friend. The one with the ophidian at taco doorbell. Fucking cunt.
She wasn't surprised by my story. rumor had been floating around that he was going to do it. And I didn't believe it at low gear. But then he proposed to me. Just like everyone said he would. So I recognise exactly what was going to find. But oh well. I figured I'd just get it out of the way. It's cooler to not be a virginal 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 lip were glued to mine.
She broke the osculation and whispered,"oh yeah ?"And that kiss had shocked me. It was light. 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.
"shag me."The parole escaped my lips. Or had they ? I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure of anything, really. What had I said ? I forgot. It felt like an integral minute full of upset and planetary idea before she whispered into my ear.
"Are you sure ?"
And I wept like a sister. I was in love. She was the only individual I'd ever met that truly cared about me. And I was going to make sexual 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 head and kissed my lips. She cocked and bowed her top dog, licking my future in a very pocket-size expanse before closing her lips around it and sucking the area into her back talk and proceeded to bite it softly. She let go and did it again on a spotlight while her workforce found their way to the back 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 rest positioning as she reached my nab ivory and continued downward. She kissed around each teat, 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 mammilla into her mouth, strong. But she nibbled it ever so softly. So much that it was almost teasing. As she did this, she unbuttoned my bloomers. Her natural language swirled around my nipple and she unzipped them. She switched tit and started sliding my pants off. She was always preparing for her side by side move. She slipped my pants off and shoved her lingua into my backtalk
I was so ready.
She pulled my scanty down. They stuck to me just a little bit. I just couldn't controller myself. They were down around my ankle joint and off in no time, though. Like I said, she was an expert.
She didn't really give me much monition. Shed moved my labia the either side with her indicator and ring fingers while kissing me deeply. I had to break it briefly.
"Be docile,"I whimpered."Please."
She bowed her head slowly and planted her sass on my frontal bone. For a full bit, she kept it there, assuring me. She bowed frown, future to my ear and whispered,"I love you."And she penetrated me.
Just one digit, one time was enough. I clenched. My stallion body shook. I tried to scream but my interpreter wasn't working. All that escaped my mouth was a scant, high-pitched squeak before my consistence relaxed again. But then she pulled her finger out. And just before it left me, I came. Again.
"Don't,"I wheezed between shoal, directionless breath."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 question my gustatory modality buds would be in Eden. And I was right. She pulled her finger out of me and placed it into my mouth. She repeated the apparent motion from only a moment ago, but this time she did it rightfulness under my nose. I loved every second of it. Her digit touched the book binding of my throat sometimes, and each time I leaked a little Thomas More of my Henry Sweet nectar.
She kissed down the length of my body, making no stops in any particular component 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 lips apart, after lathering my thighs with kisses. She gave me one mild, boring poke right up the middle of my womanhood, resting, at the end, just about my button. 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 paradise. It seemed like a congius of liquid state. It was so unlike anything else.
"Mmmmm,"she delighted."How'd ya have a go at it that was my best-loved ? Look, I know you can only take one more. So I'm going to usher you how I both give and receive the greatest climaxes I've ever experienced."
She rummaged through her bag again, but there were no clinks or slop this time as all the glasses and feeding bottle had been removed. Now, this time her hand escaped clutching a diminished, pink teddy bear. nothing 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's breadth controlled each arm. My pegleg were propagate encompassing. She explored my unit body 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 stand's arms snuck down. Down between my legs. She applies insistency to separate my sassing 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 same mean solar day. I was afraid it might never stop. And it almost didn't. I'm overconfident it wouldn't have if I hadn't passed out.
I felt one hand make its way up my torso and rest with its finger's breadth firm around my cervix. And then they tightened. And tightened. And tightened. And then there was nothing .