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Erotic thoughts from Sexual Escapades of Anonymous People, by Lupita P. Gomez.

Labyrinth

 

 

i.

 

There is no prelude. Your mind tells you to stop. I push on, my hand on your cock. The thin fabric of your pants reveals you.

 

You sink into your seat, and I’m on my knees. I want you in my mouth. The length of your cock slides against my tongue.

 

 

ii.

 

We’re walking down a cobblestone street. The lateness of the hour does nothing to quiet the rage of my drunken high. Your arm is around my waist, tight. Your other hand dives under the edge of my dress to tease and provoke.

 

You ease me into the cold, dark corner of a doorway. I am trapped against concrete and your hard body. You push past my panties and slip a finger inside me, then two. Your breath is steamy vapor against my face. The throbbing in my pelvis spreads, and my hips rock into your hand, my back arched.

 

My legs shake. I’m hot in your embrace as the tip of your cock enters me.

 

 

iii.

 

That gaze again. The gaze you aim only at me. The one that says that later, when the day has settled and everyone is gone, you will stick your tongue inside me and lick me all I want but not let me come until I beg for it.

 

That gaze slices through me.

 

 

iv.

 

Please, please. Oh god, please, I moan. The sound of wet skin slapping together is enough to drive me wild.  Your thrusts are quick, short, and repetitive. I lean on my elbows, my butt hanging off the edge of the table. Your hands clasp desperately at my thighs. I think I’m going to break. The friction of our flesh is an intense, aching tingle.

 

 

v.

 

Your lips latch on to my clit. Your tongue flicks out, poking delicately. I grind my pussy into your mouth. The smooth warmth makes me spill with wetness.

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