1. No Honey No Baby No Bitch


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Group Sex, Romance, Author: franklee4, Rating: 65, Source: sexstories.com

    have been the first time to happen this way, even though earlier, before it had begun to rain, she had scorched new boundaries to the ever expanding region of her own obsessions. Pure contradiction flowed through his veins as he watched her clutch her sweater around her body. She lowered her head and gave herself over to dry-eyed sobbing. “Taye,” he said, firm but soft. She went silent and looked back up. “We’re all only left with ourselves in the end. It’s not the worst person to end up with.” She fumbled for a new cigarette, lighting it while the other was still burning down. The sweater fell apart as she moved. Kane watched the inner curve of her breast playing against the edge. “Easy for you to say.” She was right about that much. It had been easy to say. It was one of those platitudes he half believed that didn’t feel like the natural truth when he turned it back on himself. The natural truth was he envied her. She was the pure incarnation of herself, an animal of voracious hungers and fragile delicacies. She fit down inside her own spirit and appetites in a way Kane would never survive. She took the wine Tino poured her from a bottle of cheap white sitting on a coffee table pocked with scuffs and char marks. It tasted like it might have been chilled an hour ago. Tino dragged in a chair from the kitchen and set it on the other side of the table, facing the sofa. Taye sat on his right thigh, her short skirt bunching around her hips. The small talk shrank down to nothing ...
    when Tino put his hand on her thigh, running it up her hose encased flesh and under her skirt. He cupped her pussy through the fabric, the pleated fringe of her skirt barely covering the motion of his hand. The boys on the couch smiled and pulled at their beer cans. The taller, muscular one let his empty hand drift over the crotch of his tightly packed jeans. Good, Taye thought. Good boy. Kane set his glass aside and rubbed his face with both hands. Then he leaned forward, arms folded across his knees. She was waiting, he knew, but he wasn’t able to look up at her at the moment. She was a raw thing, pure motion. He was the fading afterimage of something invented by strangers. She tripped in and out of the gutter as a tourist. His gutter was deep inside where she would never see. Long, slow breath going in. Longer and slower going back out in a thin stream. “They always put exotic birds in cages,” he told the floor. “But the only bird worth having in a cage is one who knows the door’s open, but she stays because it’s her choice.” He looked up and found her still holding her sweater closed. Her grip had relaxed slightly. She was looking into the alley through the window, as if she hadn’t heard him. “Stand up,” he said, leaning back in the chair again. She turned her head but still didn’t look at his face. She made standing look painful; not in her body but her face. “Please don’t look at me like that now…not now,” she said, looking as if she wanted to disappear behind the wide ...
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