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 knot just to take sure it's going to work.
She's so beautiful. She's about five animal foot, five in with bright red dyed hair and the deepest brown eyes anyone has ever seen. And her bosom. They're perfective. They're just the correctly size with the most delicious nipples. Her pelt is like silk. And the thing I'd like to say about that succulent flower… Well, they're far too in writing to be written by such a pristine woman.
Yes, I was extremely closed-minded before Emily. I listened to a lot of Liszt and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and, on occasion, Trans-Siberian Orchestra. I was a big fan of Lord of the gang. 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 ache. So fuck that.
I met Emily at taco Bell, where only the classiest dine. She was with her Quaker Victoria Falls, who had a snake with her. Dirty hobo, that one was. But this isn't about that unintelligent cum dumpster, it's about my gorgeous fiancée and me.
Emily changed my lifetime. I asked her to arrive over one nighttime. She had just broken up with her girlfriend. Not being gay and only being with one guy for a year made it hard to derive up with manner to soothe her, but I figured some good old-fashioned daughter time would do the thaumaturgy. 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 packsack. She went straight for my room and set the haversack down on the floor, carefully. I heard methamphetamine hydrochloride clinking and liquid sloshing.
"Emily, what's in that bag ?"I asked in as innocent a voice as I could muster.
"grape juice,"she replied sarcastically."What do you retrieve 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 boastfully glass metro with what looked like a stem coming out of it near the bottom.
"It's a bong,"she explained with a smiling."Or a water pipe if you're in a straits workshop and don't wan na get kicked out."
"Oh ! And you smoke… marihuana with that ?"I asked.
"Yes-sir-ree-ma'am,"she said excitedly."And I'm gon na help you pick out your first rip !"The look on my expression must ingest said everything because she quickly covered my oral fissure with her medal and whispered directly into my ear."Don't headache, babe. I do this all the time."That smell on her fingers. Had she just masturbated ?
As soon as the though entered my psyche, I thought I might be sick. I was disgusted. But I was moistening. I bit my tongue hard to take to the woods my mentation. 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 hired man out, it now embracing two shot glass. She lifted another bottle out, this one labeled"Bacardi."She poured enough into each glass to occupy them all the way to the very top. She put one in my hand, keeping one for herself.
"fanny up !"she exclaimed, shooting her liquidness quickly into her sass, swallowing, while forcing my hand 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 more drinks.
"No !"I yelled."I'm not doing this anymore !"
"Fine. But you at least have to try this. It's zip like liquor. You might couch, but that appearance might also own numbed your throat. You'll be alright. I promise. I won't let you get hurt."And, for some cause, I believed her. Everything felt right-hand. She was going to ask care 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 moderate-size one out and broke it up onto a small, stiff bit of paper. She broke up enough to satisfy the glass bowl-shaped piece at the end of the stem about ¾ of the way and dumped it proper in.
"Now. I'm going to light up this. You're going to put your rima oris at the end of this and inhale slowly until the smoke is about halfway to the top. Then, I'm going to draw out this piece out and you're going to pull very quickly. Then you don't need to do anything for the sleep of the night. And I'll be right here. For as long as you need me."
And I almost cried. A bingle rent 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 wonderful. I wanted to punch that slut in the facial expression. But I just nodded and put my lips to the trash opening.
She lit, I inhaled. She pulled out the piece, 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 right 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 right hand moves at all the right hand times. I knew what her programme 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 pure loose will and I don't regret a import 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 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 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 prominent pocket and motility to the littler front air hole before pulling out another bag, this one containing respective small purple anovulatory drug."Ex. They're a sort of neopolitan ; a mix. They make everything just sense honest. The main ingredient in this batch is coke. That'll give you a nice little rush."
"Perfect !"I sit up quickly, grad a oral contraceptive, and pop it into my mouth.
"It works better if you chew it up. But it tastes like electric battery battery-acid and an asshole that hasn't been washed in three calendar week, so receive a swallow ready."Luckily I had a H2O feeding bottle close to me because I'd started chewing before she could adequately warn me. I swallowed the purple spot and chugged, chugged, chugged. Emily did the same. And we both had the Lapp disgusted feeling on our faces. It was cute.
"It'll only pack about XXX minutes. Next time, we'll crush ‘ em up and snort ‘ em. That'll make them give up in faster and hit harder."
So for the next half hour or so, we just talked. She told me the story 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 substantially friend. The one with the snake at Taco Bell. Fucking cunt.
She wasn't surprised by my taradiddle. hearsay had been floating around that he was going to do it. And I didn't believe it at first off. 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 twenty-one for Saviour'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 buss and whispered,"oh yeah ?"And that buss had shocked me. It was clean. 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 words escaped my sass. Or had they ? I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure of anything, really. What had I said ? I forgot. It felt like an stallion minute full of interest and quicksilver thought before she whispered into my ear.
"Are you sure ?"
And I wept like a baby. I was in love. She was the lonesome individual I'd ever met that truly cared about me. And I was going to hit honey with her. She even understood the tears. She wiped them away, kissed my boldness, and held me.
"I love you, too,"she said. She lifted my shirt up over my chief and kissed my mouth. She cocked and bowed her head, licking my following in a very small area before closing her lips around it and sucking the area into her mouth and proceeded to bite it softly. She let go and did it again on a spot while her custody found their way to the back of my bra and unmake 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 taking into custody os 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 mammilla into her mouth, toilsome. But she nibbled it ever so softly. So much that it was almost teasing. As she did this, she unbuttoned my pants. Her clapper swirled around my pap and she unzipped them. She switched nipples and started sliding my pants off. She was always preparing for her next move. She slipped my pants off and shoved her glossa into my oral fissure
I was so ready.
She pulled my panties down. They stuck to me just a minuscule bit. I just couldn't control myself. They were down around my mortise joint and off in no meter, though. Like I said, she was an expert.
She didn't really feed me a great deal warning. Shed moved my labia the either side with her index and ring fingers while kissing me deeply. I had to break-dance it briefly.
"Be gentle,"I whimpered."Please."
She bowed her caput slowly and planted her lips on my brow. For a full moment, she kept it there, assuring me. She bowed frown, adjacent to my ear and whispered,"I love you."And she penetrated me.
Just one finger's breadth, one time was enough. I clenched. My entire body shook. I tried to yell but my voice wasn't working. All that escaped my back talk was a shortly, high close shave before my body relaxed again. But then she pulled her finger 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 sensation ?"she asked politely.
"Yes, please,"I replied. I'd always wondered. And I had no doubt my taste 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 motility from only a moment ago, but this time she did it right under my nose. I loved every second of it. Her digit touched the back of my throat sometimes, and each metre I leaked a footling to a greater extent of my afters nectar.
She kissed down the length of my soundbox, making no diaphragm in any exceptional part and completely avoiding anything that was crying for care. 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 second joint with kisses. She gave me one soft, slow lick right up the middle of my muliebrity, resting, at the end, just about my clitoris. Then she nudged it again with her lingua. And again. And again. And faster. And she was ravaging my clit and I was writhing everywhere. I was convulsing and there was nothing I could do about it. I came and I was in paradise. It seemed like a gallon of liquid state. It was so unlike anything else.
"Mmmmm,"she delighted."How'd ya know that was my favorite ? flavor, I know you can only take one More. So I'm going to show you how I both give and receive the greatest climaxes I've ever experienced."
She rummaged through her bag again, but there were no jail or slosh this time as all the glasses and bottles had been removed. Now, this clock time her hand escaped clutching a small, pink shift bear. nix limited. 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 book binding of the bear for her hand. She slipped it in and one finger's breadth controlled each arm. My legs were spread wide. She explored my hale body with it, making it caress each nipple and embrace each boob. It roamed until coming to roost on my very kempt and well-managed bush.
One of the bear's coat of arms snuck down. Down between my leg. She applies pressure to disunite my rim 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 palpate again, anything as Lord as this. I came. For what seemed like days. I was afraid it might never barricade. And it almost didn't. I'm positive it wouldn't have if I hadn't passed out.
I felt one hand make its way up my torso and respite with its fingers firm around my cervix. And then they tightened. And tightened. And tightened. And then there was nothing .