1. Raspberry-Champagne


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: adagio_sabadicus, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    Last night the collywobbles took hold and the ache was long. I managed to write these few words for you in the form of a Flash, before Pepto-Bismol soothed my quarters. *** I knew by the sound of the cork pop, that this wasn't going to be an abbreviated fuck. With a twist, the fizz spewed. Shedding her gown, we kissed. With an ambling shade of lace, she approach me with her wanton green eyes. The bellyache taking a leave as I reached out for her. Her skin as smooth as velvet on a down of silk, as she caressed my finger tips with kisses. Like a cat's murmur, she sighed and looked into my eyes. The green jade of emotions melted me as I laid down the pen. She took my hand and led to the futon. Letting the wine dribble into her peach, my cock rose and I forgot about all the prose. One might smell the petals of roses, but my thoughts were on Raspberry-Champagne, bubbling over in her flute-cunt. My mind was adrift at the pleasures she gave to me. Falling into her arms, like shadows in a gazebo, she embraced me with a kiss and whispering scent of her caring love. My one-eyed mouse played kissy-face on her clit, as the walls of her vagina oozed. Raising her muffins, my tongue lap danced on her vulva, as ...
    she squirmed and screamed that it tickled. Laughing and gyrating her ass, she scratched at my back as if playing Tic-Tac-Toe. As wild throbs of my penis, with leaps and bounds, grounded her liquid oasis, the bubbles of the wine tingled my nose. With seduction and her body, encased in a velvety taste of an After Dinner Mint, I fell into her charms. Her teeth nibbling at my ears, as she bucked and mildly cursed her hungering lustful appetite with a laugh. That didn't stop her from fingering my anus, massaging my prostate as tears of glee overwhelmed me. With my stiffen at half-mast, she slid her tits about it, and kneaded the flesh. What a thing to discover...her breasts were quilts. The nipples attached by silver chains, taming my lips, as if a trapeze, my hums hung. Like a diva her clit posed on the probing of my tongue, as it cuddled her hood. As if a sail on a schooner her vagina opened. Like the winds, my lips felt the swelling, as I sighed. The gift of her all gave me the silence of our wedding bells singing, kissing till the morning toll upon her heavenly sublimed. "Adagio's going to buy you a golden ring," I said, turning out the lights. With thoughts to warm me over, when the collywobbles bite.
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