1. Where Are You, Guy Lombardo?


    Date: 9/5/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: adagio_sabadicus, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    It was within an hour's period of time, as the thunder yelled a symphony of storms. The musk of anatomy wafted over her outer shell and, like a watermelon spitting seeds, I needed to breathe the musk of her cunt. I was in the second year of my consensual service, willingly giving my offered cock to the soundings. My penis drooled like a mad shaker of salt. She was offering new heights of what pleasures could bring. She was later to become my muse and guiding compass, as my pen journeyed the dark looms of words that I am known for in my daily writings. Beneath the thistles and ivy, in a bedchamber down below, is the place where I confess my inclinations and rest. The place where my muse bestows on me the words I scribe. *** Present hour... It was passed midnight and the caw of the crow, as shadows were dancing on the window panes, the ones falling with snow, like a last curtain-call before the fat lady sang. I was in no position to raise a ruckus. I was without clothing and my dignity. Her stone cold clit, protruded from her cunt. Like a buoy in a bay, it wobbled as she admired my glazed body of moments ago, as my cum spewed. Her tits like swollen gourds, with ...
    blue veins circulating her life blood, as lactation dripped down to the floor. The moths circled the candles, as if aero-ships on a suicide mission. I was in stirrups, down to heels of my socks. Laying strung to a bed and tied up in knots. My penis and testicles were swollen and turning a blue. In my ass, her tongue, awakening my sphincter. Followed by a bed-knob of mahogany. The wooden pecker in shape of a tick's sticker as the wood shavings fell. But how I loved it, as she shoved it in, to the music of Guy Lombardo. In my piss-eye, she had inserted a wand of surgical steel. Slowly traveling a path down my urethra. I felt the thrill. With an electrode wire attached to the end, my cock waved and tinkled. I could almost feel the cum stewing inside my testicle sack. Then the crowning of evening and dusk fell on my cock. Throbbing and seeping my sweet goo. The vibes played in my urethra, soundings of a xylophone. "The sweetest music this side of Heaven." The chub of my cock, was like a baton. With a atomizer she spritz a fine mist, as my cock danced in the rain. Stuffing another wand down my shaft, different sounds came to me, as if Benny Goodman was playing a clarinet.
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