Soixante-neuf

How strong are you? She asked me.
Strong enough. Why?
I want to try something ...different.

We were laying in the after glow now. I reckon blogville wants to hear the full story.

She walked in and took her coat off...

She threw it on the couch and bent over to turn on her stereo, just as I turned around from locking her front door. Her skirt was scandalous. I don enter am today. She walked back up to me and put her arms around my neck. She kissed me. Soft, sensual, but at the same time deep, hungry. She pulled my t shirt over my head. She was intent on getting me undressed this time.

I pushed back on her, pinning her to the wall and hiked up her skirt. *Did this girl ever wear underwear?* My flatmate might be home soon. Let's take this to the bed room. I picked her up and carried her to the bed, kicking the door shut behind me. I hurriedly stripped off the rest of her clothes.

I skipped her breasts this time, her nectar was already flowing freely and I was thirsty. Mmm, it's not fair, I'm totally naked and you're still wearing your jeans. I took them off. And your boxers? She tugged at them I pulled those off too and returned to my work. I buried my head in her wetness, my right palm putting light pressure on her pelvis, right above the clit, my left hand teasing her nipples. Her breathing was fast, strained, and she was a yeller. I liked that.

My tongue probed her clit, light flicks interrupted by direct pressure; soft kisses and gentle sucking, exploring deeper within her; her pronunciations were becoming progressively less intelligible. I looked up to see her eyes closed, head thrown back, both hands had a deathly grip on the headboard. I smiled inwardly. Then my eyes caught a picture frame. The picture was of them. Her and the boyfriend.

I stopped short. We shouldn't be doing this.
What?
I got up, paced the room and proceeded to give her a lecture (HEEDIOT!!). You have a boyfriend, this doesnt feel right. And we're friends. I don't want this to ruin the dynamic of our friendship..blah, blah.

I stopped when I noticed her eyes were following me, a glazed over look on her face. She wasn't listening to a word. I traced the path of her eyes. Mini-scribbles was rock hard and at attention. Ready for duty.

Me and him are not together anymore. I can't be with someone who hurts me this much. There is nothing to feel guilty about. We both have needs.Even as she spoke, her voice a soft purr, she took me in her hand. Let's just enjoy this. She worked her hand up and down the shaft.

Omo, body no be firewood.

I attacked her with a ferocity and intensity I wasnt even aware I possessed. We fell back into bed and I took her. Animalistic copulation ensued.

When we both came, she asked me to stay inside her. It's better that way. She was right. Her spasms caused me to spasm, which in turn...u get the gist.

And as we lay in the afterglow...

How strong are you?
Strong enough. Why?
I want to try something ...different. Have you ever done the 69, vertically?
Um, no.
Me either. She said with that predatory grin on her face.

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