He leaned towards Magnus Jordan and kissed him gently, tenderly tasting his lips until they parted hesitantly, mouths and tongues merging until the need for air forced them to part reluctantly. Jorge's hands wandered over Magnus Jordan's skin, tangled in the hair while his mouth traced the curved line between ear and shoulder. Magnus Jordan sighed and melted noticeably at the gentle touch. His eyes were still closed, his arms wrapped around Jorge's torso, and long fingers felt over the shirt until they pushed the soft fabric aside and could feel smooth skin over hard muscles. "I won't let you go again." The words slowly sank into his consciousness until their meaning made Magnus Jordan shiver. "Jorge..." The eyes, shining turquoise in the light of dusk, had opened, finding answers in their darkly glittering counterparts. Jorge finally looked down, buried his face in Magnus Jordan's neck, and whispered, almost inaudibly: "Come home with me!" Magnus Jordan whispered back. "There's no
Magnus Jordan shook his head violently and pulled Jorge down to him. "Yes," he replied. "I want it. And I told you I want it here. Without… without…” He stopped and sighed again as Jorge's fingers entered him again just a little, just up to the first joint. "Without walls, walls and a roof," whispered Magnus Jordan."I know."He kissed Magnus Jordan again, feeling his penis twitch, demanding relief. He was painfully hard. Just the sight of Jordan was enough, his touch and his kisses led to an immediate reaction and Jorge didn't know how long he could hold out. He almost wished they would choose to do what they always did, caress each other with lips and hands. Or giving in to a rhythm intertwined, creating friction until one of them couldn't take it anymore and erupted first, but not this evening. It was the last hurdle, Jordan decided, a challenge he wanted to take on. And Jorge had not yet been able to admit to himself how much he longed for the last, ultimate act. Up until that mom
This could usually be determined by the guests who gradually, albeit sparsely, arrived and populated the bar as the night progressed. But to Moonlight Jade's amazement, it looked as if, she would be alone that evening, she looked back at the bartender but he was still ignoring her, nor did he seem in any way irritated by the lack of other customers. Moonlight Jade reaches the bottom of her glass. She swirled the bright red cherries around for a while, watching them tumble from side to side, before determinedly lifting the jar to her lips one last time, sliding the cherries into her mouth all at once. She closed her eyes with relish and tasted the alcohol-soaked sweetness, a little disappointed that the evening promised to be so uninteresting. Surely it would be best if she put the money for the drink on the table and headed home before she wasted any more time. Moonlight Jade sighed softly and opened her eyes again. At that moment she gave a start, she hadn't heard the door open and
"I'm not pretty, so don't do that," she replied with a venomous undertone. But just a moment later, she watched as the man's eyebrows rose in astonishment, his face taking on an almost hurt expression. He shook his head slowly. "Why do you say something like that?" he then asked quietly and Jade felt her blush more intensely. "I'm not interested in cheap pick-ups," she said then and turned away. Magnus was silent and for a moment Jade thought he was about to get up. And a large part of her welcomed this development, although she couldn't deny that other parts wished he wasn't giving up so easily. Not as fast as most did. But the moment passed and Magnus Jordan made no move to get up. On the contrary, Moonlight Jade saw out of the corner of her eye that he was drinking his glass raised it to his lips again, and took several more sips. Her gaze swept the room, lingering on the empty tables, the unoccupied bar stools, and the closed door that looked like it didn't expect to be opened
And how glad she was that the stranger didn't succumb to the implied protests, his strong fingers finding their way past the pulled-down panties, up the tender skin of the thighs, into the blazing heat of her core. The stranger's hand dug between her legs and when she reached the outer flower, Jade sighed deeply and allowed him to gently part her legs. His hand gripped her briefly as if to reiterate a point, to assert his ownership. But then he dismissed her and instead began first caressing her outer flower, then her inner soul.His mouth found hers again in a deep kiss and this time his tongue penetrated deep into her throat right away. At that moment, his middle finger also sought and found the target he was looking for and Jade gasped into the kiss when the stranger's strong finger thrust into her. He stayed inside her, but his thumb simultaneously began tickling her clit. Jade squirmed again, but without the need to free herself. She thrust her abdomen toward his hand, demanding,
After that encounter with a stranger at a bar, Moonlight Jade visited the place every day; the same place, the same time. She felt rejected and sad. The stranger was nowhere to be found. On the seventh day, she stayed at her apartment alone thinking about what to do, and imagining the stranger even more, “If he is really the Magnus Jordan that I knew before, then, why he did not tell me personally? Why pretending to be somebody?"Undressed, Moonlight Jade headed for her bed and curled up beneath her thick blankets. With gentle affection she slid her right hand down her chest and along her stomach until she pulled forward the end of her nightgown, leaving her lower body uncovered. The same hand tucked itself beneath her panty and traveled over her soft, smooth mound. A single finger dipped between the lips of her flower, and she began to stroke with tiny, teasing motions. Already wet from her wild imagination while flirting at the bar and the fantasies of the mysterious stranger, Moonl
One of the stranger’s hands, fingers calloused from time and travel, ran through her hair and clenched down to hold her in place. There would be no escape. As they kissed, his other hand lowered the blankets from her body, and knee by knee he allowed them to pass beneath him until they only covered her calves. Moonlight Jade kicked them the rest of the way off, the cool air of her room even colder after so long spent touching herself beneath the blankets. Goosebumps raised across her skin. The kiss broke, and the stranger’s hand hardened its grip on her hair, holding her head firmly in place. “I can smell you beautiful,” he uttered. There was a rasping quality to his voice that had been there at the bar and Moonlight Jade knew she had drawn it out of him. “You’ve been touching yourself, you filthy lady. No man has ever had you because you’ve been too busy playing all alone. But all that’s about to change.” Every word he said struck her hard and left her desperate for more. Jade gaspe
“How does it feel to finally take a stranger?” he asked between gritted teeth. A firm buck of his hips bottomed him out inside of her, and Moonlight Jade groaned against her hand as she got used to the feeling. The bulbous tip of the stranger’s cock prodded a part of her she’d never felt before, something solid and shockingly arousing. The stranger did not keep himself there for long — in moments he’d drawn back out only to thrust with increased passion. The impact hit her hard, and Jade choked back a gasp. It was all she could muster in response.“Such a bad, dirty lady,” he breathed. Again and again, his hips bucked into her, breeding her. Neither of them had bothered with protection, but it only made it hotter. Moonlight Jade wanted his raw penis and wanted to know that the stranger is.. Magnus Jordan was fucking her hard and unprotected before. The thought that his cum would drip from a freshly used hole spurred her on further, from pure and untouched to filthy and used. The stran