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Guest Writer … DC ..!
It had been awhile.
In fact, it had been a really long time. We loved each other more than ever, but we are busy. I’m the Chief of Staff for the Mayor and Gareth is a senior partner in a political consulting firm.
We snuggle a lot, we touch each other all the time, and in fact we were caught holding hands when we were guests on Chris Matthews. We wake up in a hard-core spoon every morning, but we have not had real knock me down, make me scream sex in a very long time. Not that I’m complaining, it’s a good life.
While we were shopping on Saturday, Gareth leaned into me and said, “I miss your insides.”
It was Sunday and I was up early and online checking out the news when Gareth walked into the sunroom and plopped down. I rolled my eyes and looked over. Gareth smiled and opened his bathrobe.
There it was, the best dick a man could suck. It was long and thick and the head, oh god the head. It’s big and reddish and you look at it and you think “I need to suck this dick”.
So I did.
I fell to my knees and he leaned back. I was determined to satisfy both my man and my need for cock. I grabbed his balls with my right hand and the base of his dick with my left. I looked up at him, smiled and then went to work.
When he grabbed the back of my head, I knew he wanted sucking not licking, which was fine with me. I just needed his cock down my throat.
He grabbed my shoulders to bring me closer. He pushed the back of my head down. He thrust his hips forward and I loved it and I needed it. My throat was open and ready as I sucked his cock. I slurped, licked and deep-throated him.
When he tried to grab his dick, I pushed him away. I wanted it to be my throat and mad cock-sucking skills to make him cum, not his hand. It was as if I had no gag reflexes!
He grabbed my hair and forced me off his dick and I started to moan in protest. He wiped the spit off my chin, then smeared it on my butt hole.
“Your mouth is so fucking hot babe, but Tobias … I really need to fuck you.”
I stood up and turned around.
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2 ounces Parrot Bay Coconut Rum
2 ounces Midori Melon Liqueur
1 ounce Pineapple Juice
2 ounces Fat Free Milk
Add coconut rum, melon liqueur, pineapple juice and milk to a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake well. Strain into a chilled stemless martini glass.
Enjoy!
*This drink is for my readers with a sweet tooth that needs fulfilling! ~Penny
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The hitch and throb in Maya’s center started just as Billy Idol’s voice came through the radio singing White Wedding.
How perfect is that?
Ankles cuffed tight, key encircling nipple, blindfold snug, band of steel across her throat and a roll of energy building in her groin.
Billy… sing to me honey.
Maya’s heartbeat accelerates like a steam engine as her lids flutter behind the eye mask and her mouth parts, gasping for air.
Tongue slicks over lips as she raises her neck, straining against cold metal. Delicious.
Pulses tightening in her core play like a rhythmic back-beat to Billy’s lyrics and she grinds provocatively to the tempo, the vibrator held delicately on her clit.
Heat advances from the Y of her thighs up her belly, tightening her nipples and explodes into her brain. She knows its coming… the climax, the peak, the pinnacle, the zenith. She can feel it build… course through her body like a flame on a thin trail of gasoline scorching everything it passes over.
“Come for Me, Maya.”
Yes, Billy… I will. Her body bloats with the onslaught, then extinguishes the fire with the muscle smothering, body shaking tightening of an immeasurable contraction.
She calls out her burning orgasm to the sunlight filled room, the warmth of which kisses her cheek like a hot palm. White Wedding ends and Billy croons Eyes Without a Face, as they both lament the end of their rendezvous.
Breathing back to normal, blindfold removed, key retrieved from her nipple, Maya unlocks the cuffs from her ankles. Hmmm, I was never given those manacles Billy promised me. Aahhh, such is the life of a rock star … the thrill of the chase forgotten, the promise of the capture overlooked. Male .. can’t see the treasure for what it is. I still love you anyway, Billy.
The steel around her neck is the last thing she removes. She likes it there.
Perhaps she’ll keep it on and wear it as a necklace.
Perhaps.
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