1. Sweet Dreams Are Made of This Ch. 04


    Date: 9/19/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Author: JoeBlogs616, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    garb, long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and feature-concealing shadows of the room... began to move in liquid sway, first raising her hands skyward and then unleashing a rhythmic dance that flowed like undertow, seeming to pull his feet from beneath him. Holy smoke, he thought, aware of a growing erection in his pants. This is what really erotic dancing is about. Not overt and raw sexuality, but hinting and teasing at the delights that lay concealed behind a thin veneer of beautiful music and sinuous motion. His girlfriend's face was unreadable in the darkness, but she was communicating with him in an different way, entirely nonverbal, using her body to speak to him. First gesturing to him with open palms, keeping him at arms length, turning and whirling dervish-like in place, kneeling, bending, twisting, always in motion, while never losing that graceful and rhythmic dancing. Colorful sashes drop away, fluttering into darkness. Cupped hands, outstretched, pulling just slightly inward, an invitation to approach, then spreading outwards as if to encompass the room's small horizon. Jahn embraced her about the waist, but she still did not stop moving, the smooth rhythm of her slim body serving only to excite him further. There is a roughness to the material as he pulled it away from her body revealing the pale candle-clad skin beneath, but it is no bar, was never meant to be, for what she is offering is his and his alone. He slid into the delicious tightness between her ...
    shadowed legs, and while he has her firmly within his embrace, it is she controlling him with her movements. A low cry of pleasure escaped him as she moved, towards, away, gyrating, within and without, the contact of bare outer flesh against slick inner flesh secure, but never the same from one moment to the next. His release was like an explosion of light, surging from his loins to hers. ------------------------------------------------ A glass of ice water was all Jahn really needed; he knew he was done for the evening. Jen's little ... ambush seemed to have drained him of every last bit of energy he'd possessed, leaving only a dim glow of satisfaction. He'd understood the blonde was far more sexually aggressive than her sister, but she'd always expressed it in raw, purely sexual acts rather than eroticism. This was, well, wow. Setting the glass down, he wiped residual sweat from his forehead. The sound of movement from the doorway caused him to turn with a smile. "Hey..." "Hey, yourself." A small, slender woman stood in the doorway to the kitchen, and for just a second, she looked just like Jenny. No illusion though, this woman was dressed in a flattering skirt and blouse that were far more conservative than anything his girlfriend wore, and she was much older. Crow's feet touched the corners of dark eyes, feathered silver-grey hair framing her forehead, putting her somewhere in her fifties if he had his guess. He could see something else in her too... both Jenny and Fiona ...
«1...3456»