1. My first go at writing! please read!


    Date: 1/22/2015, Categories: M/F, Author: Seejayx, Rating: 3, Source: reddit

    I set the two champagne glasses down upon the marble bench top, and began to uncork the bottle. Vintage Brut, I noticed. This girl was rich, as the opulent décor of the room clearly showed, but it’s not like I didn’t realise that already. Any woman who moved like she does, with such beauty and finesse, like a feather on the wind, must come from money. With a loud pop, the cork came free, much like I had been freed from my sobriety this cool summer’s night. Cooley, I filled the elegant crystal glasses and took a seat on the couch by the fire as I waited for her to return, looking out through the large glass windows into the darkness of the high-end street outside. I heard the latch of the door click open behind me, and my breath was suddenly caught in my chest. I could feel her gaze fall upon me, and my heart began to beat faster. I turned slowly, to a vision of beauty. She stood in the doorway, tall and lean, light skin and full red lips faintly glistening in the dim lighting. She wore only fine, black lace lingerie, and I could feel a deeper, more primal urge grow within me. Suddenly I realised how hard I was. Her green, glistening eyes met mine and she moved across the room towards me, her hand slowly sliding down, across her full, firm breasts. She moved swiftly, and before I knew it she was pressed up against me, her soft, sweet smelling breath moved across my neck, towards my ear. She gave me a gentle nibble, and she slid her hand beneath my shirt, making sure to feel ...
    each muscle, bursting with sexuality and testosterone, but I knew things would not be gentle for much longer. “I need you...” she whispered into my ear, and as I leaned in to kiss her, and as I slipped my hand between her soft thighs, I felt the last shred of self-control falter, and together we gave ourselves over to our more bestial desires. She pushed me backwards, down onto the couch, her hands gripped my tight biceps. Years of training had made me far stronger than the average man, a trait that women seemed to like about me, it seemed. I pulled her up towards me deftly unclipping her bra with the hand that wasn’t pressed firmly between her legs. I pushed her off me, flipping so that I was on top of her, and I gazed down to admire her now exposed torso. Her breasts were even more perfect then I had realised, and I pinched her small, hard nipple, as my tongue gently flickered over the other. She let out a light moan, and through her underwear I could feel the heat and wetness increase. It was difficult not to just fuck her right then and there, every fibre of my being wanted to be inside of her, and I knew she felt the same, as her breathing quickened and she pulled me closer, letting my hardness rub against her pussy, only getting wetter by the second. I wanted to take her right then, right there, but I knew to do that would be only to cheat myself. I could feel my muscles tight beneath my shirt as I lifted her from her perfect supple buttocks, as if she was nothing. She ...
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