her finger to get the taste of Tink’s load out of
her mouth so she could kiss him without him just flat knowing what she had been
up to? No, he hadn’t asked any of those things, just if she was ok, if she
needed anything. Christ, the beautiful asshole even let her use the shower
first, never questioning when she jumped at the chance.
“I am such a shit,” she
said to herself.
She owed him so much.
The problem was he didn’t seem to want everything she was willing to give him.
That was one big fucking problem as she saw it. All she wanted to do was grow
into what she was, to cast away the boundaries of conformity, though it still
amused her to some degree that her idea of conformity resided within a world of
people most others view as nonconformists. But that didn’t matter. She was just
going to have to talk to him, or show him, something. She loved Sergio, but she
needed him to let her be herself, no matter how much it hurt him to hurt her.
What
about Tink? You forget about that dick in your mouth already?
No, of course she
hadn’t forgotten. How could she? Christ, it had been absolutely wonderful. When
she told him not to ask, he hadn’t hesitated; he just took over. Completely
fucking took over. When he shot his load in her mouth, never asking if it was
ok, she thought her brain was going to orgasm…would that be a brain-gasm?
Well,
he did fuck your head.
Shut up. This was no
time for jokes.Lana heard the shower turn off, and knowing he would be out in a
matter of minutes, she needed to make a decision. Talk to him, and run the risk
of scaring the shit out of him or worse, hurting his feelings, his ego, or
figuring out a way to get him to go past that point he never seemed interested
in going past? Either way, she was running out of time. The one thing she did
know was that something had to change; she couldn’t go back to the mundane, not
now. She only hoped he could understand.
When the bathroom door
opened, and he stepped out of the steam with a towel wrapped around his waist,
she was standing there in front of him. She wrapped her arms around him and
kissed him deeply, burying her tongue in his mouth, pressing her body against
his wet one.
“What’s that for?” he
asked when she broke the kiss.
“For making you worry
so much earlier. I was being selfish.”
“You thinking you need
to be punished, perhaps?”
I’m
thinking I need you to fuck me in my mouth like Tink did, shove your cock so
far up my ass I can taste your balls. I’m thinking I need you to care enough
about me to be yourself for once, your pure, unadulterated self.
“Here’s what I’m
thinking,” she finally said. “I’m thinking I want you to do whatever you want
to do. Spank me if you like, fuck me if you like, whatever, but I want you to
do what you want to do, not what you think I might want you to do.”
“Is that right?” he
asked her, his head tilted slightly to the side, questioning.
“That’s right. There’s
nothing you can do that’ll make me mad, disgusted or anything. I promise you
that. Tonight, it’s about you, whatever you want, anything.”
And there it was; her
cards were on the table. The next move was his, and whatever that move was, it
was completely up to him.
“Why does this scare
me?”
“I don’t know; why does
it scare you?”
She stepped back from
him and began to undress, holding his gaze as best she could, while slowly
losing the silk robe, the night shirt. She watched his eyes as she stood before
him, vulnerable, and with the exception of her panties, naked. His eyes never
left hers as she rubbed her hand slowly between her legs, her tongue licking
her lips in anticipation, in hope. She slid the panties over her hips, letting
them fall to the floor. Stepping out of them with one foot, she kicked them at
him with the other, the black panties striking him softly in the chest before
falling into one his hands. His eyes did fall from her gaze now, drifting to
the cleanly shaven
her mouth so she could kiss him without him just flat knowing what she had been
up to? No, he hadn’t asked any of those things, just if she was ok, if she
needed anything. Christ, the beautiful asshole even let her use the shower
first, never questioning when she jumped at the chance.
“I am such a shit,” she
said to herself.
She owed him so much.
The problem was he didn’t seem to want everything she was willing to give him.
That was one big fucking problem as she saw it. All she wanted to do was grow
into what she was, to cast away the boundaries of conformity, though it still
amused her to some degree that her idea of conformity resided within a world of
people most others view as nonconformists. But that didn’t matter. She was just
going to have to talk to him, or show him, something. She loved Sergio, but she
needed him to let her be herself, no matter how much it hurt him to hurt her.
What
about Tink? You forget about that dick in your mouth already?
No, of course she
hadn’t forgotten. How could she? Christ, it had been absolutely wonderful. When
she told him not to ask, he hadn’t hesitated; he just took over. Completely
fucking took over. When he shot his load in her mouth, never asking if it was
ok, she thought her brain was going to orgasm…would that be a brain-gasm?
Well,
he did fuck your head.
Shut up. This was no
time for jokes.Lana heard the shower turn off, and knowing he would be out in a
matter of minutes, she needed to make a decision. Talk to him, and run the risk
of scaring the shit out of him or worse, hurting his feelings, his ego, or
figuring out a way to get him to go past that point he never seemed interested
in going past? Either way, she was running out of time. The one thing she did
know was that something had to change; she couldn’t go back to the mundane, not
now. She only hoped he could understand.
When the bathroom door
opened, and he stepped out of the steam with a towel wrapped around his waist,
she was standing there in front of him. She wrapped her arms around him and
kissed him deeply, burying her tongue in his mouth, pressing her body against
his wet one.
“What’s that for?” he
asked when she broke the kiss.
“For making you worry
so much earlier. I was being selfish.”
“You thinking you need
to be punished, perhaps?”
I’m
thinking I need you to fuck me in my mouth like Tink did, shove your cock so
far up my ass I can taste your balls. I’m thinking I need you to care enough
about me to be yourself for once, your pure, unadulterated self.
“Here’s what I’m
thinking,” she finally said. “I’m thinking I want you to do whatever you want
to do. Spank me if you like, fuck me if you like, whatever, but I want you to
do what you want to do, not what you think I might want you to do.”
“Is that right?” he
asked her, his head tilted slightly to the side, questioning.
“That’s right. There’s
nothing you can do that’ll make me mad, disgusted or anything. I promise you
that. Tonight, it’s about you, whatever you want, anything.”
And there it was; her
cards were on the table. The next move was his, and whatever that move was, it
was completely up to him.
“Why does this scare
me?”
“I don’t know; why does
it scare you?”
She stepped back from
him and began to undress, holding his gaze as best she could, while slowly
losing the silk robe, the night shirt. She watched his eyes as she stood before
him, vulnerable, and with the exception of her panties, naked. His eyes never
left hers as she rubbed her hand slowly between her legs, her tongue licking
her lips in anticipation, in hope. She slid the panties over her hips, letting
them fall to the floor. Stepping out of them with one foot, she kicked them at
him with the other, the black panties striking him softly in the chest before
falling into one his hands. His eyes did fall from her gaze now, drifting to
the cleanly shaven
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