Leigh and Leila – Fantasy of a First Night

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“I don’t know when to stop talking, do I?” I asked. You smiled and kissed me again. It took my breath away. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the feeling. It was like nothing I’d ever imagined, nothing I’d ever felt before, nothing I could imagine living without.Your fingers moved just the slightest bit. I nearly came, my cock straining hard against the white satin thong. Your hand was warm on my thigh, your palm and pinky resting on the lacy tops of my stockings, the other fingers curled slightly. I could feel your fingertips bahis siteleri and the ends of your nails on my naked flesh.You pulled back slightly. I tried to follow but you touched my chin with your finger.“Go on.” You took my hand and brought it to your lips, kissed each of my gloved fingertips. “Tell me more.” You lie back on the bed, resting your reddish hair on one arm, your other hand still touching me in that most intimate, sensitive spot. I relaxed too. I felt my legs open wider and, my sphincter moved like a hungry little mouth.“I canlı bahis siteleri pictured you holding me tenderly, helping me get past the nervous, giggly part of the night…you, the more experienced lover, taking it as slowly as you sensed I needed to go…”Your hand left my thigh then and I felt it pressing gently on my shoulder. You eased me backward carefully, tenderly. I felt like I was moving in slow motion, falling through clouds. The bed underneath us shifted, helping make sure that every part of me was available canlı bahis to you. My body, a complete and total offering, nothing held back. I moved too, doing my best to remember what women did when I brought them home. I felt awful that it was my only frame of reference, wished I could change that. I raised my hips slightly, let my knees fall open and flat on the sheets. Your whore. Your slut. Your lover.“Shhh…” you whispered. “I need more wine.” I watched you stand up, my eyes transfixed, envying the grace of each movement, the raw sensuality you radiated. You were in your red dress, the one we’d talked about. As you walked toward the kitchen, I closed my eyes and remembered the last few hours.You’d arrived in that dress and spent nearly two hours transforming me.

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