Copyright 2014 by Claudia D. Zawa
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Vampire Pleasure Train
by Claudia D. Zawa
The train ran into the tunnel as Kelly snaked her hand up my red shirt and cupped the underside of my breast. The tunnel filled our room with a laborious moan. Kelly licked my lips open and slithered her tongue into my mouth, pushing me against the noisy window. I shut my eyes and crawled my fingers through her hair.
“Kelly,” I groaned, “I love you. I love you so much.”
French kissing me, she pulled up my shirt and slid her hand down my belly, into my panties. She didn't pleasure me yet. As always, she wanted to torture me first. I gave a little laugh. Kelly smiled.
“I can smell you.”
Moonlight hit us as the train speed out into the countryside. Her eyes locked on mine, Kelly played with the puff of pubic hair, our bodies moving up and down. She put two fingers into me. I moaned and grabbed the back of her head...as I raised my leg to give her easy access. She dug in deeper, kissed me – her tongue eager as her fingers. Our mouths were passionate and sloppy; drool dangled from our chins. Kelly's lip gloss made her spit smell like lemons. Her touch was expert. Jolts of pleasure turned my body to mush. My mind sighed. I was gone again, flying in that heavenly place of sexual calm and white noise. That's when the voice came....
Beth, it whispered over the clouds, I'm watching you. I'm touching myself.
It was a woman. I shut my eyes tighter, as if that would somehow choke the voice away. It only made her louder.
I want you. Come to me. Cum for me.
Was it my own thoughts? Was I losing my mind?
“Shit,” I said. “You're making me crazy.”
Kelly rubbed faster, tonguing my neck, her other hand squeezing my sweaty tit over and over, admiring its weight. I felt that familiar thunder in my belly rising. I spoke through clenched teeth, not even realizing what I was saying.
“God... I'm cumming... Don't stop...”
After what seemed like an eternity of holding back, Kelly finally rubbed my clit in that special way – a series of quick, moist, fleshy clicks . Hot lightning ran throughout my extremities. My legs gave out. Kelly held me up, her fingers still busy. My eyes rolled back into my brain. I was convulsing – shock waves of energy tickling my nerves – my nostrils flaring, my mouth open and dripping, my arms limp and flopping around. I must've looked retarded.
And then...the ride ended. Kelly let me fall away from the window, onto the bed of pink and white pillows. She whispered into my ear:
“I'm not done yet.”
Exhausted, I had my hand on my forehead, still trying to come to my senses.
“What?”
She grinned.
“I didn't go yet.”
Kelly took off her clothes and got into bed with me, her large breasts swinging. She pulled off my jeans as I took off my shirt. The small fan on the desk cooled my sweat. I raised my arms up and stretched and smiled.
“I'll be ready to go again in a few seconds,” I said. “Play with my body.”
Kelly opened my thighs and rested her nose on my dry vagina. She smelled in the goodness and licked me, spelling out the alphabet, lubricating me with her spit. It worked. My clit was electric. Kelly started making slurping noises. My natural juices flowed into her mouth. She eased three fingers into my wetness. I pulled my head forward to look at her and saw lust in her eyes. She looked like a hungry animal. I grabbed her wet scalp and let my head plop back onto the pillow. I guess her tongue was sore,
All rights reserved. Cover design by the author.
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Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise), without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.
Vampire Pleasure Train
by Claudia D. Zawa
The train ran into the tunnel as Kelly snaked her hand up my red shirt and cupped the underside of my breast. The tunnel filled our room with a laborious moan. Kelly licked my lips open and slithered her tongue into my mouth, pushing me against the noisy window. I shut my eyes and crawled my fingers through her hair.
“Kelly,” I groaned, “I love you. I love you so much.”
French kissing me, she pulled up my shirt and slid her hand down my belly, into my panties. She didn't pleasure me yet. As always, she wanted to torture me first. I gave a little laugh. Kelly smiled.
“I can smell you.”
Moonlight hit us as the train speed out into the countryside. Her eyes locked on mine, Kelly played with the puff of pubic hair, our bodies moving up and down. She put two fingers into me. I moaned and grabbed the back of her head...as I raised my leg to give her easy access. She dug in deeper, kissed me – her tongue eager as her fingers. Our mouths were passionate and sloppy; drool dangled from our chins. Kelly's lip gloss made her spit smell like lemons. Her touch was expert. Jolts of pleasure turned my body to mush. My mind sighed. I was gone again, flying in that heavenly place of sexual calm and white noise. That's when the voice came....
Beth, it whispered over the clouds, I'm watching you. I'm touching myself.
It was a woman. I shut my eyes tighter, as if that would somehow choke the voice away. It only made her louder.
I want you. Come to me. Cum for me.
Was it my own thoughts? Was I losing my mind?
“Shit,” I said. “You're making me crazy.”
Kelly rubbed faster, tonguing my neck, her other hand squeezing my sweaty tit over and over, admiring its weight. I felt that familiar thunder in my belly rising. I spoke through clenched teeth, not even realizing what I was saying.
“God... I'm cumming... Don't stop...”
After what seemed like an eternity of holding back, Kelly finally rubbed my clit in that special way – a series of quick, moist, fleshy clicks . Hot lightning ran throughout my extremities. My legs gave out. Kelly held me up, her fingers still busy. My eyes rolled back into my brain. I was convulsing – shock waves of energy tickling my nerves – my nostrils flaring, my mouth open and dripping, my arms limp and flopping around. I must've looked retarded.
And then...the ride ended. Kelly let me fall away from the window, onto the bed of pink and white pillows. She whispered into my ear:
“I'm not done yet.”
Exhausted, I had my hand on my forehead, still trying to come to my senses.
“What?”
She grinned.
“I didn't go yet.”
Kelly took off her clothes and got into bed with me, her large breasts swinging. She pulled off my jeans as I took off my shirt. The small fan on the desk cooled my sweat. I raised my arms up and stretched and smiled.
“I'll be ready to go again in a few seconds,” I said. “Play with my body.”
Kelly opened my thighs and rested her nose on my dry vagina. She smelled in the goodness and licked me, spelling out the alphabet, lubricating me with her spit. It worked. My clit was electric. Kelly started making slurping noises. My natural juices flowed into her mouth. She eased three fingers into my wetness. I pulled my head forward to look at her and saw lust in her eyes. She looked like a hungry animal. I grabbed her wet scalp and let my head plop back onto the pillow. I guess her tongue was sore,
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