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Friday, September 30, 2011

Majorca Flats -- 214


Keith pushed Esmé's bicycle with one hand and held her hand with the other. She lived a ten minute's bike ride away from the café, and rode her bike to work.
He put the bike against the wall of his sitting-room and pulled her into an embrace. Esmé always enjoyed his kisses. He kissed as if he meant and enjoyed it, not as a necessary prelude to sex to be got through as quickly as possible. His tongue was strong and mobile, his lips full and sexy. He kissed her mouth, her chin, her eyes and eyebrows, her neck. His own arousal was obvious. It kindled her desire. With her hands she rubbed the woody she could feel through his jeans and pressed herself against him.
He lifted her T-shirt over her head and kissed her shoulders and her neck, tracing a line down towards her breasts. He undid her bra and in a moment she felt the warmth of his mouth on her nipples. For a moment he used just his lips and tongue. She gave a groan of pleasure when his teeth grazed them. A sharp electric line of pleasure ran through her body to her groin.
Come through,” he urged, his eyes dark with lust.
On the bed, he undid the top button of her jeans and pulled down the zip. He tugged them off her. She was wearing a red thong with embroidered black roses. “Sexy!” was his laconic comment before he pulled their waistband down with his teeth and started licking the folds of her pussy. “Oh yes, Key, oh God that's good!” He lifted his head and smiled. She felt a rush of love for him. Don't! she told herself. He's gay. Don't fall in love with him. But she couldn't really think straight with his mouth on her, his tongue inside her, his hands stroking her chest and sides.
He took off his T-shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. He stood in front of her in his boxers, his erection tenting the fabric. The tip of his cock was wet with pre-cum. In a slow striptease, he wriggled out of his boxers, and his cock popped free.
C'mere!” she said. He moved up to her and she took him into her mouth.
Wait, let me put on a cock-jacket,” he said.
I hate them.”
Ezz, we've been through this. I don't want you to get anythin'.” She knew what he meant by anything. She smiled a little, sadly. Why did she have to fall in love with a bloke who wasn't just gay but also poz? Sometimes life was such a fucking bitch.
He rolled the condom onto himself and then entered her, his eyes never leaving hers. His tongue had brought her close, and he angled himself so that each thrust rubbed against her clitoris sending waves of pleasure through her whole body.
She came first, and that brought him to the edge too. He kissed her frantically and then she felt him thicken even further inside her. His hands gripped her shoulders tight. He arched his back and he pressed himself deeper into her as he climaxed.


[The pic shows someone much like I imagine Keith, but Esmé has curly brown hair]

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