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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Call yourselves what you will. Stay in the closet or stand in the shopping mall with head held high. It’s your choice but I believe the world would be a far less colourful place without you. Bless you all.
He no longer knocks, just opens the door and walks straight in. If I’m quick I get a quick peck before he bowls straight through the lounge, (bathroom on left, bedroom on right), pulls the lounge door behind and I am left leaving teeth marks in the kitchen door for up to half an hour before he becomes a she and we walk on the wild side.
The lounge door opens and in she flounces. Sophisticated lady in beautiful dress or tart-like mini skirt and fishnets, a beauty to behold. As I said, it takes her half an hour, but, alas, my ardour means within minutes those outer garments are spread about the floor. You see, she has perfect little breasts, perfect for an A-cup bra, and lady though she is, I do love that cock of hers.
I’ve never liked the word “rimming”, never liked the idea of doing it. Until … There she is, on all fours as close to the side of the bed as she can. I will enter her standing. I lubricate my finger, and looking to ensure it is going in the right direction. Suddenly I withdraw that finger, for I notice something. That something being the beauty of that spot (come on girls, I’m a bloke, these things take time). I took a closer look, and without thinking, my tongue offers itself to her. To my surprise, I hear a murmur of delight from my dear Bev., that turns me on even more, so I go for broke. Suddenly rimming is not such a negative word. What with her groans and my tongue, it all seems so natural, so perfect. But, naturally, it comes to an end, and time to do what a man has to do. Now, entering Bev. is a delicate operation, she needs to be gently opened to prevent hurt. The rimming has made her far more receptive and though gently, I enter with no discomfort for her. So now rimming is a very positive word, strange how things change.
Well! Eventually I am thoroughly sated and it is time to show my appreciation. Into bed. Draw her as close as possible, kiss, stroke and pay special attention to those beautiful breasts and nipples, which makes her whole body writhe until she spasms almost as if I had given her an electric shock. She says it’s like a bodily orgasm, all I know is, it’s such a delight being the cause of such an explosion. I am not finished, for that dear girl has something more to offer me, and so I slide down the bed and take her in my mouth until I taste and take all that she has to offer.
Bev is always one for new ideas, so on our next meeting, she chooses chocolate sauce and I choose honey (not the runny stuff) and so here we are, me bent over while she applies her tasty morsel and lick it all up like a good girl, then my turn. Sorry Bev, but it puts me in mind of the waiter serving the perfect steak, and the chef expecting you to cover it in that delicious sauce. I like the taste of steak, why spoil it with sauce, no matter how delicious (apologies to all you vegans, I’m with you all the way and will be joining you in the near future). So my love. Why use a delicious sauce when you are so perfect without?
I wonder what she will come with for our next meeting? Baking bread? Done it! My pretty maid? Done it! A little tart? Mmmm, yes please. I will never guess, but whatever she decides, she will give this old man a great time without doubt.
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