1. The Cookie Man and the Sad Girl


    Date: 10/10/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Cyberwalker, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    caring for the details of the perpetrator. But I have gone too far now to hold back. Slowly I twirl my tongue around each of your nipples in turn, while sucking at your breasts at intervals. So now your breathing becomes more intense causing your belly to form into a slight curve when you draw in a long breath. Delighted at the sight, I let my lips travel down your chest, kissing down the length of your red scar onto your soft sighing stomach. I take out my tongue and twirl it around in the white folds of your belly button. I can feel your body react immediately as your back lurches forward from its resting place against the rock, thrusting your chest at me. Placing my hand on top of your dripping stomach, I kiss you once again on the mouth and you finally open your eyes. First you stare blankly at me like someone lost in an unfamiliar place and then all at once a whole new demeanour comes across your face. It is subtle but easily identifiable. It is a look of affection. I press my hands tight against your stomach once before sliding it slowly downward, fingers creeping in through the elastic of your pyjamas. Below it, hidden amid the darkness of your groin I can a feel a dash of soft unshaven hair upon your pubis. You move your body and rest your back on my chest allowing me to caress the areas between your two thighs. You know I can only resist for so long, don’t you? Before I can imagine a proper timing, my fingers find their way onto the damp folds of the lips of your ...
    moist vagina. When I enter two fingers all at once inside of you, you let out a little moan of pleasure. A rush of wind invades our tiny abode again, wreaking havoc among the large grass while blowing your hair across your face. You don’t bother fixing it. You have taken my other arm to hug your warm body tighter on my chest. There is something infinitely pleasurable in feeling the sighs and shivers of another person’s body with the skin of your own while your fingers move dextrously to cause it in the first place. You try desperately to suppress any sound of pleasure from your lips (out of what sense of decency or pride I do not know), but when I enter my fingers deeper and with increased vigour you cannot not help but let out throatier moans of delight. I look at your face, constricted in pleasure and I cannot help myself from stopping to kiss your cheek. You look at me and smile with almost stifled affection. I tell you then that I do not remember being happier in my life. You merely kiss me back and urge my hand to get back to work. What you feel now is my thumb rubbing against the timid shape of your clitoris while my index and middle fingers enter you simultaneously. You lurch back upon me from the sensation. You seem to last for a whole of two minute before your body bends forward in a jerky motion, contracting the muscles on your stomach while you let out a long, low and deep moan. I am not quite sure how, but before I know it you have my pyjama pants off and your warm ...
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