Forbidden Taboos : Steamy dark stories
She asked me to talk to her, to make love to her with words.
I leaned into the mic, voice husky: "I'd kiss you deep, then trail down to those huge, perfect tits. I'd twist those fat brown nipples, pull until you moaned, then suck one deep, tongue swirling, teeth grazing." As I spoke, she played with herself, tilting the laptop so I could watch her fingers disappear into her shaved pussy. The sight sent me over again—my hand frantic, another gush soaking my thighs as we came together, shaking, moaning each other's names.
Afterward, still buzzing, she invited me to the bookstore early Monday, before opening, "just to talk... get to know each other." Lust-drunk, I agreed: 8 a.m.