1. Fever Dream


    Date: 9/12/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: MadMartigan, Rating: 15, Source: LushStories

    and my legs lock around her waist. My ass wiggles and squirms against her. Those emotions come throttling back as my pussy clenches tightly over chilled glass. Pain and pleasure mingle together so intensely I can’t think straight. I feel wonderfully depraved. The warmth of the fire, of the plug in my ass, is in stark contrast to the thick cold glass buried deep inside me, pushing hard on my g-spot. My inner muscles clench tighter than a fist, fighting to regain heat. She whispers soothing Spanish in my ear until I start to relax, to loosen up enough for her to start moving. Our mouths meet again, hungry and greedy as we begin a dance of fire and ice. I whimper and groan and claw at her back. It’s too much, way too much. I have to wander through the sexual fog, run through the library of stories and facts in my head to see if one can die from sensory overload, from too much sexual stimulation. No such door exists. That scares me. My pussy spasms and leaks out over the glass dildo. She continues to thrust with smooth steady strokes, straddling the line between pain and pleasure. We make music with keening moans, heavy grunts, and wet slaps of skin. It’s all over when my toes start to twitch uncontrollably, nerve impulses on a collision course with the throbbing muscles between my legs. She senses it and starts to pull away, the once cold glass now warm and coated with a thin film of clear cum. My face flushes white-hot as I feel it, a jittery quake that causes my cunt to spasm ...
    out of control. She’s a second late as I start to squirt for perhaps the first time in my life. It arcs out, splashing across her forehead. She has time for a single naughty giggle before sealing her mouth over me, drinking down as much as she can, as fast as she can. When it’s over, my body slumps back down onto the rug while she continues to lap away, tongue flickering over my swollen clit. /0\ I wake up when a set of warm, slippery lips press against my cheek, then my nose, before moving slowly against my mouth. My throat is ragged and parched and sore, my body sucked of all its energy. So I lie there while she shares my juices with me, a hand making lazy circles across my belly. I don’t think I can put word to thought even if I could speak. We shared something. Of that I am most certain, maybe the most certain I’ve ever been life. That includes the bald faced lies from my interview with a Florida senator. But I’m not sure what that something was that we shared. I still don’t even understand the why of it or the how of it. Maybe it’s love. Maybe it’s just an emotional release I’ve been putting on hold for three years. I sigh into the damp curls of her hair, admire the golden bronze of her skin. Another gust of winter wind pushes through the open window, trying to cool our satiated bodies. I smile, listening to her soft steady snores, her breath tickling my still hardened nipples. I let the gentle warm flames of the fire shield us and send us on our way to the completion of ...
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