1. The Cookie Man and the Sad Girl


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

    yellowish glow persists radiating from a point beyond the hills, spreading an unreal half-light all over the valley around us. The water is cool but the wind has subsided to our comfort. Even through the blanket of rain, I can make out the beautiful rhythm in which your small body jerks with each of my delayed thrusts inside you. With the palm of my right hand I press down on your stomach now and begin thrusting faster than before. You moan louder but your voice is lost in the terrible sounds of the rain. Then suddenly drawing yourself away you get up and take my hand leading me to the mud path between the grassy fields. The path is running with mud coloured water and we spatter a lot of it on ourselves as we staggered to the middle of it. You make me lie down on the soft wet mud and holding my penis with one hand between your thighs you enters me from the top. As I see you riding me, your body bouncing up and down while the skin of your belly curls and straightens with each move, I cannot help but feel I am closer to the end. Resiliently I hold out nevertheless. The rain crashes over your beautiful body, washing away the mud little by little. I grab your shapely waist to guide you in on me at my own pace now. As I do so you look at me meekly and taking your right hand you begin to brush against your clitoris. It is only now that I realize completely what has been half bothering me throughout. Even when I am entwined together with you, there is a sense of absence, a sense of ...
    gap between us. As if you are not making love to me specifically but to someone else, or to merely a male body. On rare occasions when you have bestowed me with a kindly or affectionate look, I’ve felt close to tears with joy but on others you have been indifferent. As if merely satisfying your own needs. Yet still, on other occasions, you have looked at me as if you have known me from long before, as if you are rekindling with a long lost lover. I can tell that on these occasions you are not really seeing me but someone else. Suddenly bewildered with a maddening collage of emotions impossible to put into words, for the first time I start entering you brutally without respite. You seem taken aback at this sudden violence but let yourself go with the sensations. I can see your face grimace into a distorted expression of pleasure through the torrent of rain as your freshly cleaned body jerks repeatedly from the blows it is suffering at its base. Your panting intensifies steadily and you seem like you might drop from the simultaneous exertion and pleasure till you let out a long loud moan as the nails on your finger sink piercingly into the skin of my chest. As soon as the moment passes you fall limply onto my body, exhausted. You let yourself lie like that on my chest for a couple of seconds before rolling off onto the mud. Then as I watch, you sit up slowly as if in a daze, wet mud now dripping from your pink nipples. It is very nearly completely dark now in the fields running ...
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