1. ...With Anyone But Me


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: adagio_sabadicus, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    nervous, and starting to doubt my own sanity, as she gently placed her lips on the helmet of my standing soldier. Pre-cum mixed with saliva, oozed between her fingers. Then, she touched the sherbet to my lips, like vanilla cream, it tasted. She smiled, her drool encasing my cock, as if it were in a cocoon. It became solid, with only the head of my penis un-jacketed. She tongued my penis-eye, while humming a fairy-tale. Out of such stuff "dreams are made," frigging her own cunt with her fingers. Then, straddling my chest and impaling her cunt on my cock, she rocked. The length of my shaft embedded in her slit, as she said, "wet my womb." Undulating with a sinuous, wavelike motion, her ample hips and figure were causing me to moan. Her ass caused friction on my balls. I could feel the cum boil. Her breasts were rising-and-falling, swaying side-to-side, in smooth alternation of her poetic dance on my cock. I embraced her in slow, rhythmic movement. I was no longer afraid of the wings or pheromones. I feared that one day it would end. "...it's not the worm-wood, ...
    Adagio...it's me. The rise and fall of my chest as she rode me to near sunrise made my breathing heavy. She has tied my balls to reins, and like a dream, she galloped away. Then looking out the window, covered with frost, I saw wings soaring into the sky. * Now, years later, as my hair has turned whiter, I carry her around in my breast pocket. Usually, I can be found in the orchard under the apple tree. I wrote: "...was sitting at a table, a hookah next to me on the floor. I had the nozzle in my hand, letting out a trickle of sweet smoke. I needed a drink. "Je peux s'il vous plaît prendre un verre?" (May I have a drink, please?) As if an invisible genie had granted my wish, a glass appeared - a pontarlier (reservoir glass), with a green liquid cascading the aroma of licorice. The wormwood made it strong, The anise made it polite. I knew tales about absinthe. I let out a silent, nervous laugh. The thujone (menthol) in absinthe, I was told, prevents the mind and senses from recognizing what you normally may abstain from. It puts your mind on go, releasing all inhibitions..."
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