1. The Diary: Primal Lust


    Date: 11/15/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: ruckerfarm, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    bed. We've sat up and discussed our love lives; she's lonely. She's terrified of being alone. I'm all she has, she tells me. And once again I feel an amalgam of guilt and lust. Years of transpired, but nothing has changed. She's beautiful, even through the grief she continues to lurk above the surface. I remember the woman from the diary, the one who seemed to revel in her sex appeal, in the act of sex, and in being able to bend men to her will. I confessed. I told her everything. Well, not everything. I told her that I used to have sex dreams about her, that I read her diary. That I was confused by the way I felt. She laughed it off, telling me to refrain from worrying. I was only having dreams, and to refrain from letting them concern me. She asked if I still had them, which I lied and said no. A few days ago, she attended a wedding. One bad trip and a broken heel later, she found herself in incredible pain. I had taken my bed to school,had left without it, and have used an air mattress since arriving back at home. When she's home, I sl**p in her bed. After falling, she began crawling into bed with me. A few days ago, she shared the bed with me for the first time in nearly a decade. I turned to her a few times, gently stroking her back to see if I could comfort her. The second day she slept in the bed with me, her butt had managed to lean against me. I asked her if she was in pain, which she admitted she was. I began to run my hand against her ass, expecting her to resist. ...
    She let me, never complaining. That brings me to the present. Now. And again I find myself gripping a place that had become increasingly familiar to me in recent days. She's wearing a singlet and panties, and I run my hand against her ass. "New underwear?" I ask. "Higher." she said, guiding my hands away from her butt. "I know this is weird for you" she said with an awkward smile, "but thank you." "I just want to help you... in any way I can." My hands began to dip lower again, and in an awkward gesture, I could feel her body trying to guide me upward. I pressed my finger tips into her ass, slowly dropping them further down. Her body shook. "What about there?" I ask. "Fuck. Right there. Yeah." "Poor choice of words for someone experiencing pain and not the opposite." I tell her. "Well, it's not often that I have hands there." My hands begin to scale her ass, her discomfort slowly began to fade against the pressure of my hands along her plump ass. I was masquerading as her savior, my warm hands finding use for what felt like the first time. I remembered the nights where play fights would turn to lust, my throbbing cock struggling to conceal itself, my head pressed inches above her chest, and my arms around her. I use every excuse in the world to touch her. And as my cock began to swell now, the devil in my eyes -- I knew now more than ever that I needed her as much as she needed me. But would she resist me if I broached the subject? I begin to cradle her ass, my hands dipping ...
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