1. Not A Word To Grace


    Date: 3/23/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Lupus, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    chair. She stopped in front of me, taking another lungful of the joint that dimly glowed between her fingers. Her body halted and she seemed to come around, looking down at me with a smile. Again she reached for my bottle and took a gulp, her giggles coming yet again. Turning on the spot, she collapsed backwards onto my lap, running her palm over my cheek and drunkenly laughing. “Hello again,” she whispered, smiling as she placed the joint between my lips and draped her head on my shoulder. I shrugged and took a tentative puff, determined to match her happiness, before a second, deeper draw filled my lungs at last. *** “Oh, yeah,” I thought to myself, groaning as the intruding memory of the previous night dragged more ragged pulses from my brain. “I remember. That’s why.” My tongue swilled around my mouth again, tasting and remembering. The flavour of cannabis was definitely present. It didn’t explain the cigarettes, though. Struggling to my feet, I tried to walk slowly forwards. I bounced off the furniture and the walls with outstretched arms until my hands grasped the door handle at last. I fell against the door, forcing myself to remain upright. I blinked, confused for a second, as I found the knob adorned with a pair of pretty pink panties. I marvelled and admired the tiny boy shorts, holding them up the light. They were cute and definitely not cheap. Lifting them higher, I noticed the distinct aroma of sex from them and licked my lips instinctively. In doing so, I ...
    tasted it once more; the sweet, tangy taste. If my hangover would have allowed it, I’d have laughed out loud. I turned back towards the bed and looked at the unknown figure huddled under my covers. Her breathing was soft and gentle. I smiled and closed my eyes, enjoying the sweet enduring flavour of pussy juices. *** Her burning lips pressed heavily to mine and our kisses were feverish and desperate. We clung to each other like fighting cats, clawing and pawing with a hungry haste through a medley of mewls. Our bodies wriggled and our tongues entwined, swirling and darting. We were heated by passion and frantic with that all-consuming desire to give in to our most base urges. Her kisses carried the flavour of lime and alcohol, tinged with the bitter taste of cigarettes. I focused on the lime. Rolling her onto her back and straddling the writhing body beneath me, I seized her hair in my fingers. Pinning her head to my pillow, my lips slipped from hers to slowly make their way down her soft and tender neck. Her gentle pants and moans of approval spurred me on. Kissing down her body and hearing her tone grow sharper, hearing her moans become more frequent, filled me with excitement. Her every sound and motion gave me such a need to feel her undulate and squirm beneath my every touch. I needed to feel, hear and enjoy the true beauty of my lover. My lips brushed the tops of her breasts as my tongue snaked out to taste the capacious cleavage I was burrowing into. Her hot skin on my ...
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