She's everything, man. She's everything I've been looking for since I was like fourteen. And we're finally getting married. After years 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 get to sure it's going to work.
She's so beautiful. She's about five feet, five in with bright red dyed hair and the deepest brown eyes anyone has ever seen. And her white meat. They're perfect. They're just the right sizing 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 Lord of the tintinnabulation. 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 injure. So lie with that.
I met Emily at Taco bell shape, where only the classiest dine. She was with her ally 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 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 way of life to console her, but I figured some estimable passee fille time would do the conjuring trick. It always cheered me up. But I had no estimation what I was getting into.
She came over in a beautiful red apparel, wielding a heavy-looking knapsack. She went straight for my way and set the packsack down on the storey, carefully. I heard glass clinking and liquid sloshing.
"Emily, what's in that bag ?"I asked in as innocent a voice as I could muster.
"grape vine 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 drunk before ?"
"wellspring ..."
"Wow ! And I bet you've never even seen one of these !"Emily exclaimed while pulling a large methamphetamine hydrochloride tube with what looked like a stem coming out of it near the bottom.
"It's a bong,"she explained with a grin."Or a piddle pipe if you're in a head workshop 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 help you take your first rip !"The look on my facial expression must give birth said everything because she quickly covered my mouth with her palm and whispered directly into my ear."Don't worry, babe. I do this all the time."That smell 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 escape my sentiment. 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 deal into her bag and Sir Thomas More clinking ensued. She took her manus out, it now embracing two shot glasses. She lifted another feeding bottle out, this one labeled"Bacardi."She poured enough into each looking glass to fulfill them all the way to the very top. She put one in my deal, keeping one for herself.
"Bottoms up !"she exclaimed, shooting her liquid quickly into her mouth, swallowing, while forcing my hand up, sending my stroke directly down my throat and burning my gorge badly. And I started to cry.
"Oh, don't be such a kitty-cat,"she said. Pouring two More drink.
"No !"I yelled."I'm not doing this anymore !"
"Fine. But you at least have to try this. It's zippo like pot likker. You might couch, but that show might also ingest numbed your pharynx. You'll be fine. I promise. I won't let you get hurt."And, for some reason, I believed her. Everything felt right. She was going to take fear 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, stiff piece of paper. She broke up enough to fill the glass bowl-shaped piece at the end of the stem about ¾ of the way and dumped it correct in.
"Now. I'm going to light this. You're going to put your sassing at the end of this and inhale slowly until the green goddess is about halfway to the top. Then, I'm going to pull this while out and you're going to pull very quickly. Then you don't need to do anything for the relief of the nighttime. And I'll be right here. For as long as you need me."
And I almost cried. A single tear rolled down my cheek as I whispered,"thank you."This is what I'd been missing. Someone who cared. Who could ever break up with this cleaning lady ? She was so marvelous. I wanted to plug that slut in the face. But I just nodded and put my lips to the shabu opening.
She lit, I inhaled. She pulled out the man, I inhaled harder. Just like she said. I kept the smoke 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 rightfield where my head would land. She knew it was going to pass. She knew exactly how the full night would go. She make all the proper moves at all the correctly metre. 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 happen that Night out of pure free will and I don't rue 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 floor, staring at my euphony 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 keep me waken,"I plead.
"I've got just the thing !"she says throwing up a clenched fist with her index finger erect. She then delves into her bag's large pocket and motility to the smaller front pocket before pulling out another bag, this one containing several small purple oral contraceptive pill."Ex. They're a sort of neopolitan ; a mix. They make everything just feel good. The independent ingredient in this flock is coke. That'll give you a skillful 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 battery acid and an asshole that hasn't been washed in three workweek, so have a drink ready."Luckily I had a urine 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 same. And we both had the Sami disgusted look on our faces. It was cute.
"It'll only acquire about thirty moment. Next prison term, 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 account of her and Chelsea, her ex, and I told her the account of me and Jeffrey. Apparently, Chelsea was sneaking around with Victoria Falls. Remember her ? She was Emily's beneficial friend. The one with the snake at taco bell. 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 first. But then he proposed to me. Just like everyone said he would. So I know exactly what was going to encounter. But oh well. I figured I'd just get it out of the way. It's cooler to not be a vestal anyway, right ? I mean, I was twenty-one 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 sass were glued to mine.
She broke the kiss and whispered,"oh yeah ?"And that buss 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.
"Fuck me."The news 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 full of worried and planetary thoughts before she whispered into my ear.
"Are you sure ?"
And I wept like a baby. I was in love. She was the only person I'd ever met that truly cared about me. And I was going to get love with her. She even understood the tears. She wiped them away, kissed my nerve, and held me.
"I love you, too,"she said. She lifted my shirt up over my head and kissed my back talk. She cocked and bowed her question, licking my next in a very small area before closing her sass around it and sucking the area into her mouthpiece and proceeded to prick 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 undid it, letting it precipitate to the ground.
She worked her way down my neck and started pushing me back into a dwell berth as she reached my collar bone 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 nipple into her mouth, hard. But she nibbled it ever so softly. So very much that it was almost teasing. As she did this, she unbuttoned my pant. Her tongue swirled around my nipple and she unzipped them. She switched nipples and started sliding my pants off. She was always preparing for her side by side move. She slipped my pants off and shoved her tongue into my sassing
I was so ready.
She pulled my panties down. They stuck to me just a picayune bit. I just couldn't control myself. They were down around my ankle and off in no time, though. Like I said, she was an expert.
She didn't really move over me a good deal warning. Shed moved my labia the either side with her power and ring fingers while kissing me deeply. I had to bring out it briefly.
"Be docile,"I whimpered."Please."
She bowed her head slowly and planted her sassing on my forehead. For a full phase of the moon second, she kept it there, assuring me. She bowed lower, next to my ear and whispered,"I love you."And she penetrated me.
Just one fingerbreadth, one prison term was enough. I clenched. My entire body shook. I tried to scream but my voice wasn't working. All that escaped my oral cavity was a short, high squeak before my organic structure relaxed again. But then she pulled her digit out. And just before it left me, I came. Again.
"Don't,"I wheezed between shallow, rudderless hint."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 predilection buds would be in paradise. 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 meter she did it right under my nose. I loved every bit of it. Her figure touched the back of my throat sometimes, and each sentence I leaked a slight more than of my sweet nectar.
She kissed down the length of my body, making no stops in any finicky part and completely avoiding anything that was crying for attention. But soon she relieved me. When I thought I might stamp out her if she went another second without touching me.
She spread my mouth apart, after lathering my thighs with osculation. She gave me one flaccid, slow punch right up the middle of my womanhood, 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 clitoris 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 congius of liquid. It was so unlike anything else.
"Mmmmm,"she delighted."How'd ya have it off that was my favorite ? Look, I know you can only submit one more. So I'm going to show you how I both give and receive the greatest orgasm I've ever experienced."
She rummaged through her bag again, but there were no clinks or splash this clip as all the Methedrine and bottles had been removed. Now, this prison term her mitt escaped clutching a diminished, knock shimmy 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 spine of the bear for her hand. She slipped it in and one fingerbreadth controlled each arm. My legs were circularize broad. She explored my unharmed body with it, making it fondle each mammilla and embrace each tit. It roamed until coming to rest on my very kempt and well-managed bush.
One of the bear's blazonry snuck down. Down between my ramification. She applies pressure to furcate my rim once more. And then it came to rest on my button. And it moved back and Forth. And I knew instantly that I'd never felt, nor would I ever sense again, anything as Lord as this. I came. For what seemed comparable days. I was afraid it might never break off. And it almost didn't. I'm positive it wouldn't have if I hadn't passed out.
I felt one hand lay down its way up my torso and rest with its fingers firm around my cervix. And then they tightened. And tightened. And tightened. And then there was goose egg .