She's everything, man. She's everything I've been looking for since I was like fourteen. And we're finally getting married. After twelvemonth 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 in with brilliantly red dyed hair and the bass brown eyes anyone has ever seen. And her titty. They're perfect. They're just the right size of it with the most delicious tit. Her peel 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 Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and, on social function, Trans-Siberian Orchestra. I was a big fan of Lord 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 trouble anymore. Plus, it really hurt. So have intercourse that.
I met Emily at Taco buzzer, where only the posh dine. She was with her friend Victoria, who had a snake with her. Dirty swinger, that one was. But this isn't about that dazed cum dumpster, it's about my gorgeous fiancée and me.
Emily changed my life. I asked her to come over one dark. 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 ways to soothe her, but I figured some good old-hat lady friend time would do the fast one. It always cheered me up. But I had no idea what I was getting into.
She came over in a beautiful red clothes, wielding a heavy-looking backpack. She went straight for my room and set the packsack down on the base, carefully. I heard methamphetamine hydrochloride clinking and liquid state sloshing.
"Emily, what's in that bag ?"I asked in as innocent a spokesperson as I could muster.
"grape vine juice,"she replied sarcastically."What do you think it is ?"
"wellspring 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 turgid glass subway with what looked like a fore 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 head 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 help you take up your first rip !"The look on my face must deliver said everything because she quickly covered my mouth with her palm and whispered directly into my ear."Don't vexation, babe. I do this all the time."That smell on her fingers. Had she just masturbated ?
As soon as the though entered my mind, I thought I might be ill. 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 help you out."She plunged her hand into her bag and more clinking ensued. She took her helping hand out, it now embracing two spud glasses. She lifted another bottle out, this one labeled"Bacardi."She poured enough into each ice to fill them all the way to the very top. She put one in my deal, keeping one for herself.
"fundament up !"she exclaimed, shooting her liquid quickly into her mouth, swallowing, while forcing my bridge player up, sending my shot directly down my throat and burning my esophagus badly. And I started to cry.
"Oh, don't be such a pussy,"she said. Pouring two Thomas More drinks.
"No !"I yelled."I'm not doing this anymore !"
"amercement. But you at least have to try this. It's nothing like pot liquor. 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 understanding, I believed her. Everything felt in good order. She was going to charter care of me.
She dug in her pants and pulled out a quart-sized bag replete to the brim with hairy, lime-green nuggets. She pulled a medium-sized one out and broke it up onto a small, stiff opus of paper. She broke up enough to fill the glass bowl-shaped part at the end of the stem about ¾ of the way and dumped it right in.
"Now. I'm going to illuminate this. You're going to put your sassing at the end of this and breathe in slowly until the smoke is about halfway to the top. Then, I'm going to deplume 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 1 tear rolled down my face as I whispered,"thank you."This is what I'd been missing. individual who cared. Who could ever break up with this woman ? She was so fantastic. I wanted to plug that adulteress in the face. But I just nodded and put my sass to the shabu opening.
She lit, I inhaled. She pulled out the piece, I inhaled harder. Just like she said. I kept the Mary Jane in as foresighted 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 head would bring down. She knew it was going to happen. She knew exactly how the entire night would go. She make all the aright relocation at all the right times. I knew what her plan was, as I lay there helplessly. She'd won.
But don't you think for a mo that I was raped. I let everything befall that night out of everlasting 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 trading floor, staring at my music note-clad cap and realizing that I'm going to come down asleep soon. And I don't want this. Not one bit. So I ask her if she's got anything else."Anything to celebrate me awake,"I plead.
"I've got just the matter !"she says throwing up a clenched fist with her index digit erect. She then delves into her bag's with child pocket and motility to the minuscule front pocket before pulling out another bag, this one containing several small purple pills."Ex. They're a form of neopolitan ; a mix. They make everything just palpate good. The master element in this batch is coke. That'll give 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 shelling acid and an bastard that hasn't been washed in three calendar week, so have a drink ready."Luckily I had a H2O nursing 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 same sick looking at on our faces. It was cute.
"It'll only take about thirty bit. Next prison term, we'll infatuation ‘ em up and snort ‘ em. That'll make them plain in faster and hit harder."
So for the next half minute or so, we just talked. She told me the account of her and Chelsea, her ex, and I told her the story of me and Jeffrey. Apparently, Chelsea was sneaking around with Victoria Falls. Remember her ? She was Emily's outflank 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 maiden. But then he proposed to me. Just like everyone said he would. So I love exactly what was going to occur. 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 XXI 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 rim were glued to mine.
She broke the buss 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 boldness and I wanted to cry.
"Emily,"I whimpered.
"Yes, darling ?"she asked quietly.
"Fuck me."The words 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 entire mo full of upset and erratic 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 defecate dear with her. She even understood the crying. She wiped them away, kissed my cheek, and held me.
"I love you, too,"she said. She lifted my shirt up over my mind and kissed my brim. She cocked and bowed her head, licking my future in a very small area before closing her sass 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 backrest of my bra and unmake it, letting it fall down to the ground.
She worked her way down my neck opening and started pushing me back into a lying position as she reached my collar bone and continued downward. She kissed around each nipple, being measured 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, surd. 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 teat and started sliding my knickers off. She was always preparing for her next move. She slipped my pants off and shoved her tongue into my mouth
I was so ready.
She pulled my step-in down. They stuck to me just a piffling bit. I just couldn't control 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 leave me much monition. Shed moved my labia the either side with her index and ring fingers while kissing me deeply. I had to break it briefly.
"Be patrician,"I whimpered."Please."
She bowed her head slowly and planted her lips on my forehead. For a full minute of arc, she kept it there, assuring me. She bowed low-toned, future to my ear and whispered,"I love you."And she penetrated me.
Just one finger, one sentence was enough. I clenched. My full trunk shook. I tried to scream but my articulation wasn't working. All that escaped my mouth was a short, high-pitched narrow escape before my physical structure relaxed again. But then she pulled her finger out. And just before it left me, I came. Again.
"Don't,"I wheezed between shallow, vagabond breather."Stop."
"Yes ma'am,"she whispered, continuing to finger me. I'd never felt anything like it. But I felt everything."Wan na sense of taste ?"she asked politely.
"Yes, please,"I replied. I'd always wondered. And I had no doubt my taste perception buds would be in promised land. And I was right. She pulled her finger out of me and placed it into my mouth. She repeated the move from only a moment ago, but this clip she did it right under my wind. I loved every second of it. Her finger's breadth touched the vertebral column of my throat sometimes, and each clip 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 detail 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 brim apart, after lathering my thighs with kisses. She gave me one soft, slow lap right up the center 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 zilch I could do about it. I came and I was in Shangri-la. It seemed like a gal of liquid. It was so unlike anything else.
"Mmmmm,"she delighted."How'd ya know that was my darling ? Look, I know you can only lease one more. So I'm going to evince 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 squelch this time as all the glass and feeding bottle had been removed. Now, this metre her hand escaped clutching a little, pinkish shift bear. nada peculiar. But something about it made me even moister and more wanting. And she noticed.
"I knew this would ferment. 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 branch were spread broad. She explored my whole body with it, making it caress each mamilla and embracement each breast. It roamed until coming to perch 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 lips once more. And then it came to take a breather on my clitoris. And it moved back and forth. And I knew instantly that I'd never felt, nor would I ever feel again, anything as churchman as this. I came. For what seemed like mean solar day. I was afraid it might never arrest. And it almost didn't. I'm positive it wouldn't have if I hadn't passed out.
I felt one deal make its way up my body and rest period with its fingers firm around my neck. And then they tightened. And tightened. And tightened. And then there was zip .