She's everything, man. She's everything I've been looking for since I was like 14. And we're finally getting married. After age of waiting, we can finally do it. For now, we're just living together. We figure we'd do that before we tied the air mile just to seduce for certain it's going to work.
She's so beautiful. She's about five metrical unit, five inches with promising red dyed hair and the deepest brown eyes anyone has ever seen. And her breasts. They're perfective. They're just the good size with the most delicious teat. Her pelt is like silk. And the matter 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 Franz Liszt and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and, on occasion, Trans-Siberian Orchestra. I was a big fan of Lord 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 bother anymore. Plus, it really hurt. So eff that.
I met Emily at greaser doorbell, where only the classy dine. She was with her friend Victoria Falls, who had a Snake with her. Dirty hiking, that one was. But this isn't about that pudding head cum dumpster, it's about my gorgeous fiancée and me.
Emily changed my life-time. I asked her to descend over one night. She had just broken up with her girlfriend. Not being gay and only being with one guy for a twelvemonth made it hard to come up with style to console her, but I figured some good passe daughter sentence would do the legerdemain. 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 backpack. She went straight for my room and set the knapsack down on the floor, carefully. I heard glass clinking and liquid state sloshing.
"Emily, what's in that bag ?"I asked in as inexperienced person a voice as I could muster.
"grape juice,"she replied sarcastically."What do you think it is ?"
"fountainhead I don't really know…"I muttered.
"Really ?"She was surprised."Have you never drunk before ?"
"fountainhead ..."
"Wow ! And I bet you've never even seen one of these !"Emily exclaimed while pulling a large glass tube with what looked like a radical coming out of it near the bottom.
"It's a bong,"she explained with a smile."Or a piddle pipage if you're in a headspring 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 facilitate you take away your initiative rip !"The facial expression on my face must stimulate said everything because she quickly covered my mouth with her palm and whispered directly into my ear."Don't worry, sister. I do this all the time."That smell on her fingers. Had she just masturbated ?
As soon as the though entered my thinker, I thought I might be cat. I was disgusted. But I was moistening. I bit my clapper 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 help you out."She plunged her mitt into her bag and Thomas More clinking ensued. She took her hired hand out, it now embracing two chatoyant glass. She lifted another bottle out, this one labeled"Bacardi."She poured enough into each drinking glass to fill them all the way to the very top. She put one in my hand, keeping one for herself.
"Bottoms up !"she exclaimed, shooting her liquid quickly into her rima oris, swallowing, while forcing my helping hand up, sending my blastoff directly down my throat and burning my esophagus badly. And I started to cry.
"Oh, don't be such a kitty,"she said. Pouring two Sir Thomas More drinks.
"No !"I yelled."I'm not doing this anymore !"
"Fine. But you at least have to try this. It's nothing like pot liquor. You might frame, but that display might also take numbed your throat. You'll be finely. I promise. I won't let you get hurt."And, for some reason, I believed her. Everything felt justly. She was going to occupy care of me.
She dug in her knickers 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 lowly, stiff art object of composition. She broke up enough to fill the chalk bowl-shaped piece at the end of the theme about ¾ of the way and dumped it right hand in.
"Now. I'm going to light this. You're going to put your oral fissure at the end of this and inhale slowly until the heater is about halfway to the top. Then, I'm going to pull in this piece out and you're going to pull very quickly. Then you don't need to do anything for the residuum of the night. 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 charwoman ? She was so grand. I wanted to punch that fornicatress in the face. But I just nodded and put my lips to the glass opening.
She lit, I inhaled. She pulled out the piece, I inhaled harder. Just like she said. I kept the skunk 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 hand where my headway would land. She knew it was going to befall. She knew exactly how the total night would go. She make all the good relocation at all the right clip. I knew what her architectural plan was, as I lay there helplessly. She'd won.
But don't you think for a s that I was raped. I let everything pass off that night out of pure free will and I don't regret a here and now 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 cap and realizing that I'm going to flow 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 number fingerbreadth erect. She then delves into her bag's gravid scoop and motility to the smaller face pocket before pulling out another bag, this one containing several small purple pills."Ex. They're a sort of neopolitan ; a mix. They make everything just sense good. The main ingredient in this raft is coke. That'll springiness you a nice little rush."
"perfect tense !"I sit up quickly, grad a anovulatory drug, and pop it into my mouth.
"It works better if you chew it up. But it tastes like battery acid and an bunghole that hasn't been washed in three weeks, so have a drink ready."Luckily I had a water nursing bottle close to me because I'd started chewing before she could adequately admonish me. I swallowed the regal bit and chugged, chugged, chugged. Emily did the same. And we both had the like disgusted tone on our faces. It was cute.
"It'll only take about XXX minutes. succeeding time, we'll infatuation ‘ em up and huff ‘ em. That'll make them kick in faster and hit harder."
So for the next half hr or so, we just talked. She told me the tarradiddle 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 Best friend. The one with the snake at greaser gong. 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 number 1. 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 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 lips were glued to mine.
She broke the kiss 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 motion. She touched my cheek and I wanted to cry.
"Emily,"I whimpered.
"Yes, darling ?"she asked quietly.
"Fuck me."The language escaped my back talk. 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 vex and erratic thoughts before she whispered into my ear.
"Are you sure ?"
And I wept like a baby. I was in passion. She was the only mortal I'd ever met that truly cared about me. And I was going to make 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 pass, licking my next in a very small field before closing her lips 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 billet while her hands found their way to the back of my bra and untie it, letting it devolve to the ground.
She worked her way down my neck and started pushing me back into a lying view as she reached my pinch osseous tissue and continued downward. She kissed around each mamilla, being deliberate 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 mouthpiece, strong. But she nibbled it ever so softly. So a lot that it was almost teasing. As she did this, she unbuttoned my pants. Her tongue swirled around my tit and she unzipped them. She switched nipples and started sliding my pants off. She was always preparing for her next motion. She slipped my pant off and shoved her spit into my back talk
I was so ready.
She pulled my panty down. They stuck to me just a little bit. I just couldn't control myself. They were down around my ankles and off in no time, though. Like I said, she was an expert.
She didn't really hold me much warning. Shed moved my labia the either English with her index and ring finger's breadth while kissing me deeply. I had to break it briefly.
"Be gentle,"I whimpered."Please."
She bowed her mind slowly and planted her brim on my brow. For a full moon minute, she kept it there, assuring me. She bowed frown, next to my ear and whispered,"I love you."And she penetrated me.
Just one finger, one fourth dimension was enough. I clenched. My intact eubstance shook. I tried to call but my voice wasn't working. All that escaped my mouth was a short, high-pitched squeak before my body relaxed again. But then she pulled her finger's breadth 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 gustatory modality buds would be in heaven. And I was right. She pulled her finger's breadth out of me and placed it into my backtalk. She repeated the question from only a moment ago, but this time she did it right field under my nose. I loved every indorsement of it. Her digit touched the vertebral column of my throat sometimes, and each meter I leaked a little to a greater extent of my sweet nectar.
She kissed down the length of my dead body, making no blockage in any particular 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, slow biff right up the center of my fair sex, 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 button and I was writhing everywhere. I was convulsing and there was nothing 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 favorite ? Look, I know you can only accept one Thomas More. So I'm going to show you how I both give and receive the outstanding coming I've ever experienced."
She rummaged through her bag again, but there were no clink or sloshes this time as all the eyeglasses and bottles had been removed. Now, this time her hand escaped clutching a low, pink teddy bear. naught especial. But something about it made me even moister and more wanting. And she noticed.
"I knew this would exercise. It always does."
There was a slit in the spine of the bear for her hand. She slipped it in and one finger controlled each arm. My legs were spread wide. She explored my totally consistence with it, making it caress each nipple and bosom each bosom. It roamed until coming to perch on my very kempt and well-managed bush.
One of the acquit's weapons system snuck down. Down between my legs. She applies pressing to separate my lips 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 similar days. I was afraid it might never stop. And it almost didn't. I'm positive it wouldn't have if I hadn't passed out.
I felt one hand stimulate its way up my torso and rest with its fingers house around my neck. And then they tightened. And tightened. And tightened. And then there was nix .