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2026-11-02 17:46:00
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Unhinged Desires The long kiss 3
He took his time. Face down on the couch with my cheek on the arm, and he went down my spine with his mouth, biting every knob of it, dragging, sucking the skin at the small of my back, and then both cheeks of my ass — bite, tongue, bite — and the back of each thigh, and by the time he got to the backs of my knees I was grinding into the couch cushion and making noises into the upholstery. Then he got on top of me. His whole body, warm, and his cock hard against the back of my thigh, and his mouth at the nape of my neck. He bit the back of my neck and held it and I felt it in my knees. "Say it," he said. "What?” "You know what." "Please fuck me, Daddy." “Yeah… right there.” He groaned against my skin and reached down and drove his cock into my dripping hole. Slow. One long push. Face down, my ass up, and the angle was deep and full and I got my hands on the arm of the couch and held on. He didn't move for a second. Just lay there over me with his mouth on my neck and
Unhinged Desires The long kiss 2
"Undress me," he said. "With your mouth." "You're joking.” I laughed. "Teeth. Only teeth." So I did it. Button by button on his shirt with my front teeth, my chin against his chest, my hands behind my back because he'd put them there, and it took forever and he stood completely still for all of it and breathed. When the last button went he shrugged the shirt off and I put my mouth on his chest, bit the muscle, dragged, and he hummed. "Better," he said. "Belt." The belt buckle I couldn't do. He let me use my hands for the buckle and then took them away again and I got the button of his jeans open with my teeth and dragged the zip down with them and got my mouth on the waistband and pulled, and he made a low sound and put a hand on the back of my head. "Good," he said. "Now get on the couch and let me do it to you." He did me the same way. Slower. Mouth only, no hands, and my shirt went first — he got the hem between his teeth and dragged it up my stomach and over my
Unhinged Desires Lesson 6: The long kiss
~Winnie~ "You kiss like a girl," Ambrose said. He said it against my mouth, which is a horrible place to say a thing like that, and then he pulled back and looked at me from about four inches away with his hand still on my jaw. "Thanks." "It's not a compliment." His thumb moved once along my cheekbone. "You kiss like you're waiting for it to be over. Quick. Pecking. Like a bird." "That's how everyone—" "Everyone's twenty-two." He let go of my jaw and stepped back and took his glasses off and folded them and set them on the counter. "Come here." "Where?" "Here. Two feet from me. Hands down." I went closer and put my hands down. He was a barber, sixty in a year, with a shop on the high street and a straight razor and a wall of old mirrors, and he'd been in my mother's life for four years and married to her for two and he had the calmest hands of any human being I'd ever met. He put one on the back of my neck and the other on my hip and said, "Don't rush. Don't
Unhinged Desires The massage 3
He poured oil into his palm and stroked it onto his cock while I watched. Fifty-eight years old, grey at the temples, a soft flat stomach and heavy shoulders, his cock thick and dark in his oiled fist, gleaming. I sat up on the table and reached for him and he stepped in and let me. It was so slick we couldn't grip each other. My hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, and he laughed under his breath and got his hands on my tits, slid them over the oil and around and down, everything was slip and gleam and the sound of skin on skin with no friction in it at all. "Lie back," he said. "Don't stop touching me—" "I'm not stopping." He pushed me down by the sternum. "Lie back." He got on the table over me. One knee either side of my hip, oiled and heavy, and he pushed my tits together with both hands and slid his cock between them. God. Slick, hot and thick, gliding, the head pushing up through the top of them on every stroke and dragging over the oiled skin, and he he
Unhinged Desires The massage 2
I turned over. The paper sheet was ruined and the towel was under my hips and I didn't care. He poured more oil and warmed it between his palms and started at my collarbone, and did the whole front properly — properly, like a man who meant it — shoulders, sternum, arms, hands, each finger, and the oil made everything gleam under the strip light. Then he got to my tits and did them like a massage, cupping and lifting and working the base with his thumbs, and my nipples went so hard they hurt. "These are tense," he said. "They're not—" "They're very tense." He rolled one between his fingers and pulled, and I arched off the table. "See?" He played with them for a long time. Long enough that the radio changed songs. He'd work my tits and then go away and come back, down over my stomach, around my navel, the fronts of my hips, and every time he came back he pulled harder, twisted a little more, until I was biting my lip and my hips were moving on the table. Then his hands
Unhinged Desires Lesson 5: The massage
~Sage~ The third session was when the towel slipped. Or the third session was when he let it. Either way, it was on my back, halfway down, and his hand went on oiling right past where a towel should have been, down over the top of my ass, and I lay there with my cheek on the face cradle and my eyes open and my heart going like a bird. He'd had three sessions to get here. Three weeks of a legitimate shoulder problem and a legitimate man in a grey polo shirt saying roll onto your front, arm down, breathe out, and hands that had done nothing wrong at all. Almond oil, warm from the bottle in a bowl of hot water. Vinyl table with a paper sheet. A radio on low in the corner. Today the sheet had gone under my hips when he'd had me roll, and he hadn't fixed it, and the towel was folded small, and now his hand was on my bare ass and the paper sheet was crumpled somewhere by my knee. "You're holding in your lower back," he said calmly. "Breathe." "I'm breathing." "You're not."
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