1. Flash Fairytales: Ocean's Lover


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: Lupus, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    only reaction is the uncontrolled convulsion she sparks within his limp muscles. He stares, mouth agape, as the ruby glow of her slippery lips encircles his purple head. They moan involuntarily, together, as he sinks deeper and deeper into the endless heat of her throat. His rough hands soothe the fine silk of her hair and her fair face. He groans and shakes at her will, surrendering to her seductive spell. She works him deeper, her open mouth pushed deeper by her entire, rocking body. Every depth she plunges creates a flicker through the water – an intangible illumination in the darkness. Holding him deep in her throat, she feels him swell inside her, hearing his breathing halt. She surfaces and gives her shining lips a languid lick. “I’m very good at holding my breath.” She giggles, her hands pressing him back onto the rocks. She rises up, her beautiful breasts dripping water onto his sculpted form. Her hair tickles across his body, with the soft sipping of her lips. She slides her tongue over his, taking his head in her hands and holding his chapped lips to her puckered nipples. Her mouth open in pleasure, her fingers smooth his hair as he indulges himself, teeth grazing her flesh. She tears him away at last, brushing his lips with hers. Laying him down, she slithers down his shining skin, sucking and savouring her way down ...
    his body. His head falls back in surrender, her tongue slipping across his hips. The girl engulfs him in her mouth, his pelvis bucking to meet her. She accepts him deep as she feels him pulsing, quivering inside her, eagerly salivating around him. Her nails scratch and claw across his skin. She enjoys his plaintive groans and need. Her free hand clutches at her chest, her moans reverberating through his pulsing limb. His body is hers, now, shuddering and twitching on demand. “Oh, I’m…! I feel…!” With him buried in her throat, she giggles, knowing what’s about to come. Her nails pinch into his hips and her throat closes, hungrily him in. Holding down his bucking body, she feasts upon him, feeding his urge. His hips judder, his cries fall short and a silent, shuddering moment later, she feels the hot reward in the back of her throat. Groaning, she latches onto him through his convulsing climax until his strong, shimmering silhouette is spent. Her fine fingers slip him from her lips, which she licks lazily clean. She places a gentle kiss on the tip, tracing her fingers down his shrinking shaft. “Thank you,” she whispers, her hands tickling down his legs as she slips into the water. He sits up, his skin slick with sweat, as she turns away from him. His mouth is open with a silent call as a fish’s tail slips elegantly beneath the waves.
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