1. What Were the Chances?


    Date: 3/4/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Jayne33, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    around my neck holding me in place, he brought his soaked fingers to my mouth and watched me suck them clean of my juice. He then tightened his grip on my throat and rubbed my clit. I couldn't take anymore and squirmed in his grip. I would’ve screamed out had the vice-like grip of his hand around my throat not constricted my cries to mere squeaks of sound. My orgasm was amazing and when I'd finished cumming he let go of my neck and finally let me suck his cock. While I deep throated him, he'd slap my pussy, making me moan out and gurgle around his cock. He gripped my hair in his fist and pumped his cock, face fucking me. I pulled and tweaked at my nipples. His fingers were inside my soaked cunt and I jacked and licked, sucked and cried out that, "I want it. Oh fuck, I want it," willing him to cum all over my waiting tongue. He didn't disappoint. My hips worked up my own frenzy with his fingers inside my pussy. I incessantly pumped his cock and lapped with my tongue. When I felt the first spray of his cum against me, my cunt gripped his fingers and soaked his hand with the gush of viscous excitement. I swallowed every last drop, carefully licking his softening dick clean and slowly coming down after my own orgasmic high. Afterwards we went back to silently cuddling on the sofa. July 2nd 2013 After the brilliant session of oral sex the night before, I had a hopefully sense that maybe everything would be alright between me and my boyfriend. We’d been together for what felt like ...
    forever, which was in fact a little over ten years. Even though things weren’t perfect, with a naughty glow from doing one of my favourite things I was feeling positive. I came up behind him as he prepared his packed lunch for the day. I put my arms around his waist, cuddling into his back. He froze, but held onto me for a moment. I didn’t get the feeling I craved from him; that returned feeling of passion, of love. It’s not that he didn’t love me. I was sure I meant everything to him. He just didn’t have the same way of showing it as I did. He turned and gave me a little peck on the cheek and said, “I’m getting ready to leave for work. I’ll see you briefly before you go to work later and then I’ll head out.” My positive feelings evaporated like the vapour out the top of a boiling kettle. I had drawn the short straw when it came to that days shift and I was going to be closing. At the bar my day had been long and busy and I was clearing tables when the sound of coins bouncing across the floor caught my attention. I collected the change that had rolled in my direction and turned to the juke box to hand it back to the person who had dropped it. Scotch boy knelt before me, collecting the silver pieces that had scattered across the floor. He smiled as he stood. It was the first time I’d seen him stand and his lofty frame towered over my not so measly 5ft11” height. I handed him back the coins I had picked up. “Seems I owe you thanks,” he said with a cheeky smile. “You’re welcome. ...
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