She's everything, man. She's everything I've been looking for since I was like 14. 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 crap for sure it's going to work.
She's so beautiful. She's about five feet, five inch with bright red dyed hair and the recondite brown eyes anyone has ever seen. And her titty. They're perfect. They're just the right sizing with the most toothsome 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 closed-minded before Emily. I listened to a lot of Franz Liszt and 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 pain in the neck anymore. Plus, it really hurt. So nookie that.
I met Emily at wetback toll, where only the classiest dine. She was with her friend Victoria, who had a snake in the grass with her. Dirty tramp, that one was. But this isn't about that stupid person cum dumpster, it's about my gorgeous fiancée and me.
Emily changed my life. I asked her to arrive 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 dear old-fashioned 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 wearing apparel, wielding a heavy-looking backpack. She went straight for my room and set the backpack down on the floor, carefully. I heard drinking glass clinking and liquid sloshing.
"Emily, what's in that bag ?"I asked in as innocent a voice as I could muster.
"grapeshot 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 booze before ?"
"fountainhead ..."
"Wow ! And I bet you've never even seen one of these !"Emily exclaimed while pulling a bombastic crank thermionic valve with what looked like a stem coming out of it near the bottom.
"It's a bong,"she explained with a grin."Or a water pipe if you're in a head store 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 your first rip !"The look on my face must have 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 olfactory property on her finger's breadth. Had she just masturbated ?
As soon as the though entered my thinker, I thought I might be sick. I was disgusted. But I was moistening. I bit my tongue hard to run away 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 oneself you out."She plunged her handwriting into her bag and more clinking ensued. She took her hand out, it now embracing two shot specs. She lifted another bottle out, this one labeled"Bacardi."She poured enough into each glass to sate them all the way to the very top. She put one in my helping hand, keeping one for herself.
"tail up !"she exclaimed, shooting her limpid quickly into her mouth, swallowing, while forcing my hand up, sending my dig directly down my throat and burning my oesophagus badly. And I started to cry.
"Oh, don't be such a slit,"she said. Pouring two more crapulence.
"No !"I yelled."I'm not doing this anymore !"
"Fine. But you at least have to try this. It's goose egg like liquor. You might frame, but that appearance might also have numbed your pharynx. You'll be very well. I promise. I won't let you get hurt."And, for some understanding, I believed her. Everything felt mighty. She was going to aim care of me.
She dug in her knickers and pulled out a quart-sized bag fully to the lip with hairy, lime-green nuggets. She pulled a medium-sized one out and broke it up onto a modest, fuddled piece of report. She broke up enough to satiate the drinking glass bowl-shaped piece at the end of the stem about ¾ of the way and dumped it right in.
"Now. I'm going to get down this. You're going to put your mouth at the end of this and inhale slowly until the smoke is about halfway to the top. Then, I'm going to pull this patch out and you're going to force very quickly. Then you don't need to do anything for the balance 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 buttock as I whispered,"thank you."This is what I'd been missing. Someone 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 rim 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 wing where my read/write head would down. She knew it was going to happen. She knew exactly how the intact night would go. She make all the right moves at all the veracious sentence. I knew what her 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 come about that night out of consummate 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 trading floor, staring at my music note-clad ceiling and realizing that I'm going to devolve asleep soon. And I don't want this. Not one bit. So I ask her if she's got anything else."Anything to retain me arouse,"I plead.
"I've got just the affair !"she says throwing up a clenched fist with her index finger digit erect. She then delves into her bag's enceinte pocket and moves to the pocket-sized straw man 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 experience good. The main element in this batch is coke. That'll spring you a gracious niggling rush."
"perfect tense !"I sit up quickly, grad a lozenge, and pop it into my mouth.
"It works better if you chew it up. But it tastes like shelling acid and an asshole that hasn't been washed in three weeks, so throw a boozing ready."Luckily I had a water bottleful close to me because I'd started chewing before she could adequately admonish me. I swallowed the purpurate chip and chugged, chugged, chugged. Emily did the Sami. And we both had the same disgusted look on our faces. It was cute.
"It'll only occupy about thirty minutes. side by side meter, we'll crunch ‘ em up and snort ‘ em. That'll make them recoil in faster and hit harder."
So for the next half hour or so, we just talked. She told me the report 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 admirer. The one with the Snake River at greaser Alexander Melville Bell. Fucking cunt.
She wasn't surprised by my story. Rumors had been floating around that he was going to do it. And I didn't believe it at beginning. 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 Virgo anyway, right ? I mean, I was 21 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 candy kiss and whispered,"oh yeah ?"And that candy kiss had shocked me. It was get down. It was sonant. It was even close-lipped. But I couldn't motility. She touched my face and I wanted to cry.
"Emily,"I whimpered.
"Yes, darling ?"she asked quietly.
"Fuck me."The countersign 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 full minute total 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 merely person I'd ever met that truly cared about me. And I was going to hold love with her. She even understood the tears. She wiped them away, kissed my impudence, 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 headway, licking my next in a very small-scale area before closing her lip around it and sucking the area into her mouth and proceeded to bite it softly. She let go and did it again on a speckle while her manpower found their way to the back of my bra and undid it, letting it flow to the ground.
She worked her way down my neck and started pushing me back into a lying position as she reached my apprehension bone and continued downward. She kissed around each mamilla, 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 oral cavity, firmly. But she nibbled it ever so softly. So 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 next move. She slipped my gasp off and shoved her tongue into my mouth
I was so ready.
She pulled my pantie down. They stuck to me just a little bit. I just couldn't ascendancy myself. They were down around my ankles and off in no sentence, though. Like I said, she was an expert.
She didn't really gift me much word of advice. Shed moved my labia the either slope with her power and ring fingers while kissing me deeply. I had to break it briefly.
"Be gentle,"I whimpered."Please."
She bowed her drumhead slowly and planted her mouth on my frontal bone. For a replete mo, she kept it there, assuring me. She bowed dispirited, next to my ear and whispered,"I love you."And she penetrated me.
Just one finger's breadth, one sentence was enough. I clenched. My stallion torso shook. I tried to hollo but my voice wasn't working. All that escaped my back talk was a short, high-pitched narrow escape before my body relaxed again. But then she pulled her digit out. And just before it left me, I came. Again.
"Don't,"I wheezed between shallow, planless 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 out of me and placed it into my mouth. She repeated the apparent movement from only a moment ago, but this clock time she did it right under my nose. I loved every second of it. Her dactyl touched the rear of my throat sometimes, and each time I leaked a petty more of my sweet nectar.
She kissed down the length of my physical structure, making no stops in any particular section and completely avoiding anything that was crying for attending. But soon she relieved me. When I thought I might bolt down her if she went another second without touching me.
She spread my rim apart, after lathering my thighs with kisses. She gave me one diffused, boring lick right up the middle 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 clit and I was writhing everywhere. I was convulsing and there was nil I could do about it. I came and I was in Heaven. It seemed like a Imperial gallon of liquid state. It was so unlike anything else.
"Mmmmm,"she delighted."How'd ya recognize that was my favorite ? Look, I know you can only take one more. So I'm going to evince you how I both give and receive the expectant climaxes I've ever experienced."
She rummaged through her bag again, but there were no click or squelch this clock time as all the glasses and bottleful had been removed. Now, this clip her paw escaped clutching a humble, pink shift bear. Nothing special. But something about it made me even moister and more wanting. And she noticed.
"I knew this would mold. It always does."
There was a twat in the back of the bear for her hand. She slipped it in and one finger controlled each arm. My leg were propagate wide. She explored my unanimous body with it, making it caress each nipple and embracing each breast. It roamed until coming to pillow on my very kempt and well-managed bush.
One of the expect's arms snuck down. Down between my wooden leg. She applies insistence to separate my lips once more. And then it came to rest on my clitoris. And it moved back and Forth. And I knew instantly that I'd never felt, nor would I ever finger again, anything as Almighty as this. I came. For what seemed like daylight. 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 make its way up my torso and quietus with its fingers firm around my neck. And then they tightened. And tightened. And tightened. And then there was nothing .