tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311033218458846096.post6362285916154917299..comments2023-03-26T22:15:55.135-07:00Comments on Breaking Hearts: A Sorta Fairytale is Sorta A LOT SEXY!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04927782214181637842noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311033218458846096.post-405847844939500422015-01-06T14:51:43.363-08:002015-01-06T14:51:43.363-08:00“Now, Stella. I want you to spread your legs apart...“Now, Stella. I want you to spread your legs apart.” <br /><br />I listen. I don’t say anything, just try to let all of my other senses take over. The bed dips, and I feel you crawling up the bed and resting in between my legs. Your lips leave little kisses up the insides of my thighs. They cause goose bumps, my nipples to tighten, and my body to tremble. Times ten. The darkness. I like it, a lot more than I thought I would. We’ve never done this before, and I’m surprised it’s taken this long for us to do it. <br /><br />Your arms move under my legs, pulling me closer to you. <br /><br />“Whoa.” I giggle, surprised when you don’t say anything. I lift my head, forgetting I have on a blindfold, then feeling stupid when I realize I can’t see you. “Thomas?” <br /><br />“Sssh,” you whisper. <br /><br />Sucking in a deep breath, I release and rest my head against the mattress once more. Even though I’m blindfolded I close my eyes and keep them that way. Torturously, your fingers touch right above where I need you, trailing along. My hips jump, and you laugh. “Thomas?” I whisper, but again there’s no answer. Just a long, wet lick from you and a moan from me. <br /><br />I think you’re going to give me time to get used to it, but you don’t. Instead, you grab my hips and pull me down to you, keeping a firm grasp on me. “Oh my god,” I start to say, but it comes out as a loud moan when you suck my nub into your mouth and push a finger, then two, into me. My walls tighten. My belly flutters. My chest rises and falls. The feelings I was experiencing before the blindfold quickly wash over me again. Gripping the bed sheets, I scream your name as you begin to push me over the edge. “Oh my god!” My back arches, my hips push up further into your face, needing even more pleasure. <br /><br />“That’s right, baby. Come for me.” <br /><br />My body stiffens. Your voice. It’s not where it should be, and I know I still shouldn’t be feeling a mouth on me when I hear you say that, but I can’t push away. I’m too far on the edge. Quickly, my body relaxes. “Oh my god,” I moan louder. <br /><br />“That’s right, Stella. Come for me baby. Show me.” <br /><br />“Fuck,” I mutter, now grinding against the mouth of someone else—someone I don’t even know. <br /><br />The bed dips by my head and familiar fingers run through my hair. You breathe into the crook of my neck. “Come for me, baby.” Once more the bed dips, and I feel your legs on either side of my face. “Suck me,” you moan. Velvet hardness pushes against my mouth. This time I know it’s you. Cold metal pushes against my chin. A Prince Albert. I was surprised when I first saw it. I would’ve never thought you would have a cock piercing, but it’s so exciting and dangerous. Pushing your cock into the crook of my lips, you moan, “Suck on me, Stella.” <br /><br />The stranger continues to fuck my sex. Just that alone is too much to handle, but then I have you. You want me to fuck your cock with my mouth. All of this. It’s dangerous and enticing. Licking my lips, I take you into my mouth. I have a firm grip on your ass, keeping you where I need you. Where you want to be. <br /><br />“Oh, fuck,” you say. I keep in rhythm with the stranger. When the stranger sucks hard, so do I. When the stranger slowly moves fingers in and out of me, I slowly move my mouth back and forth against your cock. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04927782214181637842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311033218458846096.post-42358147511877910472015-01-06T14:51:04.700-08:002015-01-06T14:51:04.700-08:00“You’ll like it. Trust me.” Placing a finger to my...“You’ll like it. Trust me.” Placing a finger to my chest you gently push me back. “Lie down, Stella, and enjoy it.” <br /><br />I can’t believe how nervous I am. I know it’s you. I know you’re the one fucking me, but not having my eyesight right now keeps me on edge. Makes me wonder what you’re going to do and when you’re going to do it. I don’t know where you are, so I listen and I smell. I listen to your feet as they walk across the hardwood floor. The smells of sex take over my whole body. Your sweat. My arousal. <br /><br />“What are you thinking?” <br /><br />I try to control my breathing and beating heart. I wonder if you can see how nervous I am. Probably. But I know it’s just you. “I don’t know.” <br /><br />“Are you nervous?” <br /><br />“A little,” I answer honestly. <br /><br />“Why? It’s just me.” The second the words leave your mouth, a finger trails up my thigh, and I jump. “Whoa.” You chuckle. “Easy, Stella. Remember. It’s. Just. Me.” <br /><br />Letting out a deep breath, I laugh. “Okay.” Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04927782214181637842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311033218458846096.post-11236825376001148192015-01-06T14:50:29.943-08:002015-01-06T14:50:29.943-08:00Explicit Excerpt:
Pulling something from a drawer...Explicit Excerpt:<br /><br />Pulling something from a drawer, you turn around. “Oh, I know you do, but I’m talking about this,” you say waving something back and forth in your hand. <br /><br />“A blindfold?” <br /><br />You grin. “Mhm.” <br /><br />“Why?” <br /><br />“Why not?” you counter. I don’t say anything else as you walk over to me. “Can I?” <br /><br />I’m curious, so I say, “Sure.” <br /><br />You laugh as you place the blindfold over my eyes. “Don’t act so excited about it.” <br /><br />“I’m excited,” I say. “But I’m a little on edge.” Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04927782214181637842noreply@blogger.com