1. Chanel and Ethan 30


    Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: tangerinesky, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    hands from my waist, panting heavily along with me. I shiver again, and when that one stops, another takes over. When I'm a shaking mess beneath him, Ethan picks me up and holds me. Jesus sweet mother fucking Christ. That was like nothing I've ever felt before. "Are you alright?" Ethan whispers after a while. "Mmhmm," I hum, my face resting against his large, hard chest. I'm more than alright. He kisses the top of my head, and I wish I could reciprocate, but I'm still not sure I can move. "That was ..." he starts, and I wait for him to finish, but he doesn't. "Yeah ..." I nod, not sure what to say either. I don't know of a word that exists to describe what just happened. How can you share a moment like that with someone and not feel something... strong? I test my muscles and lift my head to look at him, and he stares back. He looks like he's thinking a million things, his green eyes endless. This man has no idea what he does to me. He's so beautiful, and all I can do is smile. Smile because of who he is and what he does, and what just happened and how I feel. The moment I do, Ethan kisses me, and I kiss him back, basking in that unknown emotion with him. *** For our last day here, Ethan and I spend it alone. We hang out at the beach some more, the National Historic Site, and take a shit ton of pictures, never leaving each other's sides. After last night, our usual safe distance appears to have dissipated...and I like it. Ethan wouldn't let me go while we slept, and as we ...
    walk all over town, his hands are always at my waist or lower back. He even took my hand and held it at one point, without breaking his rant about why the half pipe snowboarding sector is better than the downhill run during Winter X-Games. That was a long debate. Throughout the day, I find I enjoy learning things about him I didn't already know. We like a lot of the same things, our opinions on current events or relevant topics fairly within the same view. Today's pace feels much slower than yesterday's, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I want to soak in the rest of this island, and him, before returning to normal life; something I'm almost dreading. After a weekend like this, who would want to go back to the grind? We get back to the hotel, order room service and premium cable, and hang out until we both fall asleep. I wake up by myself in bed, and smile when I'm reminded of our new sheets. Every time I think about whoever laundered last night's bedding, I blush hard. I sit up and look around in the dark, the open balcony doors letting in a little light. Still dressed in just my booty shorts and a tank top, I wrap the thin sheet around myself, and walk to the doors. Ethan's sitting in a chair outside, wearing nothing but basketball shorts, and looks up to smile at me. "Chanel," he beckons me, his hand extended. I walk to him and he guides me sideways on his lap. "How long have you been up?" I ask. "Not long," he says, and I look out to the lights between us and the ocean. ...
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