My contribution to the literary orgy initiated by @paspadohastalos continued by @Lady_GodivaII and @pervberto
How did I get into this room? Little by little, memories are settling in my head.... My head! How it hurts... Residues of last night's alcohol.... Without its effect, I don't think I would have let go, never would have been animated to that crazy trio with my friend and her lover... No, no I don't recognize myself... But... Welcome be the alcohol and the provoked effect!!
Now... How did I get to the playroom?? She must still be sleeping.
Images of a wild and unexpected but absolutely perfect night come to my mind. Three entwined bodies bestowing pleasures...
I get up quietly and find myself face to face with the least expected scene at the end of the hallway, my friend's husband standing in the doorway of her open room, watching her...
Ssssss I can see them too... Mmm that tongue, that mouth, those hands, my body remembers. I imagine their sensations, the same ones I had. My nipples react, harden, I cannot help it.
And he just looking without saying anything, no scandal... Is he enjoying it? Will he be excited to see his wife enjoyed by another? Hummm the outline of his zipper gives a conclusive answer.
What a slut am I! I can't want my friend's husband, although things are as they are now I don't know what corresponds and what doesn't.
My sex is wet and my hand goes down to satisfy him. All this situation, all these accumulated sensations...
I return to the room where I was, waiting for if there are cries of a fight or moans of shared pleasures. Maybe this hasn't ended yet.
How did I get into this room? Little by little, memories are settling in my head.... My head! How it hurts... Residues of last night's alcohol.... Without its effect, I don't think I would have let go, never would have been animated to that crazy trio with my friend and her lover... No, no I don't recognize myself... But... Welcome be the alcohol and the provoked effect!!
Now... How did I get to the playroom?? She must still be sleeping.
Images of a wild and unexpected but absolutely perfect night come to my mind. Three entwined bodies bestowing pleasures...
I get up quietly and find myself face to face with the least expected scene at the end of the hallway, my friend's husband standing in the doorway of her open room, watching her...
Ssssss I can see them too... Mmm that tongue, that mouth, those hands, my body remembers. I imagine their sensations, the same ones I had. My nipples react, harden, I cannot help it.
And he just looking without saying anything, no scandal... Is he enjoying it? Will he be excited to see his wife enjoyed by another? Hummm the outline of his zipper gives a conclusive answer.
What a slut am I! I can't want my friend's husband, although things are as they are now I don't know what corresponds and what doesn't.
My sex is wet and my hand goes down to satisfy him. All this situation, all these accumulated sensations...
I return to the room where I was, waiting for if there are cries of a fight or moans of shared pleasures. Maybe this hasn't ended yet.
19 comentários - Tengo ganas (otra)
Gracias por compartir.
los efectos desinhibidores del alcohol que borra la culpa
y la naturaleza del deseo!
qué lindo juego que armaron!