1. My Final Fantasy: Part I- A Country Home


    Date: 6/11/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Domination/submission, Erotica, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Author: centrum, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    Damascus and Krak de Chevaliers. “You’ve actually been to Petra John?” Marella’s hands grip John’s arm in excitement. He feels her nails dig into him and he is thrilled. John gazes into Marella’s eyes as he describes for her what it is like to ride a donkey down Wadi Musa and to turn and finally see the ruins carved into the stone cliffs, the setting sun casting the ruins in a red light like a scene out of Lawrence of Arabia. His fingers dash across the keyboard as Marella quizzes him about Cairo, Amman and Baalbek. He imagines hearing her giggle and laugh at his jokes, her face glowing and radiant. They discuss the “Seven Pillars of Wisdom” and John marvels at Marella’s knowledge of the Middle East. John imagines how his eyes would caress Marella’s sexy body throughout the dinner and how he would watch her firm ass as she walked to the washroom, his cock hardening at the sight of her hips swaying in the tight black dress. John writes how he confidently takes her hand as they leave the restaurant and how she leans into his body warming him. In John’s fantasy there are no obstacles, no setbacks, no wrong lines and no missed chances. When you write your own fantasy you do not put your foot in your mouth or wear the wrong color jacket. You are gallant and sophisticated instead of hesitant and boring. John types and quickly squires Marella back to his large country home. Marella has no qualms and is very attracted to this confident and witty successful older man. His tales of ...
    travel have dazzled her and their common interests intrigue her; she’s so attracted to his eyes, his smile. John imagines pouring Marella some more wine. He thinks of her smile, her laughter and holding her hand. He thinks of slipping his arm around her tapered waist and resting it on her hips. John imagines how Marella would look, standing, her legs crossed at the ankles, looking intently at one of his David Roberts lithographs and marvels at her beauty. John eyes Marella’s gorgeous body from behind; her shining hair, her slender neck and shoulders, her backless dress (a size 6 he thinks), the incredible rounded ass and feminine hips, the athletic toned legs. He stares at her smooth firm seamless ass; I don’t think she’s wearing any underwear he thinks to himself and gets more excited? John’s cock is fucking hard and aroused in the story and in real life now. John types as if on autopilot, the story flowing out of him, his pent-up frustrations streaming onto the page. John walks forward silently and slips up behind Marella’s body and puts his hands lightly on her waist pulling her body into his gently. “This is an amazing print John.” Marella remarks as she feels him behind her. “Tell me about it?” Marella says to him, her body softly melting into his arms as she relaxes into him. John revels in Marella’s warmth, her smell, her hair and he feels amazing, lucky and singularly joined to this young fascinating young woman. John leans his face in close so it is touching Marella’s ...
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