Bro, becoz of BB coding, it does look different sometimes only after you’ve posted it up you know? lol…
& sometimes, more appropriate phrasings only dawn on you after you read it e 2nd or 3rd time round…
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… the moment I play that video… The instance of sourness coupling traces of sweetness of warmth surged within me. With such little warmth, it was able to embrace my heart with such intensity to allow me to brave the land of arctic, for no coldness can invade me…
You are one fucking luckily guy!! I do have lots to say…
Er… The video still can play meh? Its not playing when I tried to open it anyway.
Yes bro, I know exactly what you mean. And yes, to have met a lady like her this lifetime, I’m one lucky man.
The min she opened her mouth that night letting out her 1st note, a shudder already ran through me. And yes, when I was holding her hands as she sang, and as she looked on at me, I knew exactly what she was trying to say. It gave me renewed strength.
The caption for that post is “Quiet Moments, of Angels & Demons…”
I had meant to type how she sang like an Angel, or had the voice of one, to my surprise. Guess I forgotten to enter that point when I worked through it… zzzzz.
BTW, I’m sorry I didn’t get laid last night… lol, too tired. I’ll try to do so tonight.
Story Continued… The Hen Over
Lorraine broke into a slight run as she dragged me out to where there was already a line of empty cabs waiting after we’ve both ditch the gang, having figured they were all so high that they probably wouldn’t realize our absence, or would take an extremely long time to do so, having whispered evocatively, and erotically, into my ear earlier, “I think we should go now…”, her voice in a low, husky, hush.
Lorraine had been snuggling against my thighs since the minute we got on, taking a quick snooze on the very short journey; We were both extremely drained after 2 consecutive long nights.
My mind was in a fuzz, my ear in a buzz, despite the still tranquillity of the Comfort Sonata. I looked down on Lorraine’s serene face as my finger wandered upwards between her thighs once more, wondering if she was truly asleep. Lorraine’s chest rose in tandem as she took a deep breath before exhaling slowly, letting out the subtlest of gurgles, my palm wandered up north beneath her skirt and gave it a loving rub at its end. Lorraine tilted her head slowly towards me, snuggling further up on my crotch, and parted her legs slightly and alluringly. I massaged her damp groin, the moisture lubricating her smooth, hairless surface. I closed my eye and let out a longing sigh, throwing my head on the headrest of the rear seats, picturing how it all looked via the sense of touch like how a blind man would.
I had remembered it from the one and only time I’ve seen it so far, to be neatly trimmed and with a slight bus; the different picture that my touch receptors were transmitting to my mind’s eye was sending my senses, and memories, into a complete flurry. Lorraine’s head nestled further up as she swayed it gently from side to side, applying pressure to my hardening penis, as both her palms slid up and squeezed the arm of my wandering palm. Her eyes opened languidly to steal a glance at me, before she gave me a wink and broke into a gentle smile. She gave my manhood a docile peck, the passing overhead lamps above illuminated her face surreally with a warm glow that moved across her soft cheeks in cadence, as my finger ventured on a slow, sensual, journey.
Lorraine sat upright and adjusted her dress as her feet slid into her heels at the end of the journeys. She leaned on me both her hands on my right shoulder, her forehead warm and against the deltoid the lift car to our room arrived. She wobbled a little, before falling into my open arms giggling. In the privacy of the lift car, we locked lips once more, the umpteenth time in the past 48H, as she removed her heels, hung them from her fingers, and threw them through the open door to our suite.
I kicked my moccasins off hurriedly with them flying in separate directions before the walls stopped them in their trajectories as I shoved the door shut with one hand, Lorraine in the other. My wallet and mobile phone fell to the floor, just as her wristlet and wings did, as we locked ourselves tightly in a frenzied embrace. We staggered across the room, in a raunchy four-legged waltz, before tumbling down onto the bed heavily in a mangled heap. Pinning both her hands to the bed with mine, I pressed my body on top of hers and planted repeated kisses on her exposed shoulder, neck, and jaws. Lorraine turned her head in a seeming struggle, elongating and exposing the side of her neck I was working on more nonetheless as I sniffed her womanly fragrance gratefully like how a puppy would.
Puppy? An image too gentle I reckon. Try mongrel; uncouth, uncultured and savaged with rabies probably.
Our earlier lethargies & stupor had sublimed into inerbriated and unfettered desire in the most primitive manner. We usually made out to the CK Time’s advert playing in my head; My mind’s a complete blank this time round. Take your time? No way.
I ravaged her neck with kisses still, before my tongue traced its line to the lobes of her ear. I blew into her ear canal, before giving her inviting lobe a long wet suck, holding it in my mouth as long as I could despite her attempts to struggle free. With my tongue satisfied with what it was tasting inexorably, I whispered, making sure as much breath of mine travelled down and into her ear,
“I want you… I want you so much… I want you… tonight…”
Lorraine moaned, pleading yet defiant, as I sent shudders up her neck receptors. She shook her body as she struggled to break her hands free from my grip, her quickening breathing causing her body to press up more tightly against mine despite me being the one on top of her. I rejected her intents with animus, forcing my lips on hers once more for them only to be greeted by a bite of insubordination. I retaliated in style, an eye for an eye, before our lips osculated with irrepressible passion. Our tongues fenced infuriately in each other’s mouths, luring and tempting the other to venture into their respective domain while wary not to commit that same mistake, knowing full well such folly would result in a merciless bite instantaneously.
I’d know, for I did make that mistake eventually. Lorraine bit down hard and fast on my tongue, the momentary pain shocking me into loosening my grip on her hands. Her hands broke free from their shackles, red finger marks strewn across their slender wrists. Fat hope, I thought, as I regained my composure from the bite, my tongue smarting in throbs that reverberated in my ear drums. My hands rushed to grab their targets once more, which were now pummelling me in desperation. They deftly dodged and grabbed their assailants instead.
Lorraine must have known the impossibility of overpowering me physically. She looked up innocently at me, eyes wide and lips pouting. I let my guard down and she slowly guided me in a turn as she got up gently.
Our positions are now reversed, with her hands shackling down on mine limply as she sat on me, my constrained groin in between her open legs and under her dress. Her hands were incapable of holding me down of course; but her loving gaze was as I laid meek and motionless. Leaning forward, Lorraine rested her head on my shoulder and lulled my stiff neck into complete assuagement before giving my ear lobe a nasty chew upon me letting my guard down.
“You said you want me?”
She whispered bewitchingly into my ear.
“You’ve gotta catch me 1st…”
A shudder ran down my spine, and my boner, as she bounced off me her hair in a state of dishevel as she ripped her tiara off before sprinting away and up the staircase which led to the Jacuzzi while her laughters lingered on…
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For that someone happened to be reading over here, you was real nice to me last night feeding those ice cream to my mouth, the chit chat till dawn was real enjoying with occasional attacks of yours. It was the process and not the product I’m after. Nothing touchy and I din get laid too.
OMG Bro… Pls… I was referring to me not getting laid in the story yet despite me promising to update it to that stage by last night. What are you talking about?
I did not feed you ice-cream, especially to your mouth!!!!
OI!
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HILARIOUS, i nvr noe u r into that!
Zzzz… I shall reiterate my sexuality once and for all. I am straight, very straight, and Lorraine’s a 100% woman, more woman then most woman I’ve seen. So no, I am not into that. lol
Now, let me finish the part where I’m supposed to get laid… finally… with a 100% woman more woman than most women I’ve seen.
Story Continued… All Out… Oaf Love…
I clambered up the stairs in pursuit of Lorraine, my hands fumbling for the crushed box of Durex Extra Safe in the pocket of my jeans, the fully erected penis in my briefs pointing me the direction to her and guiding me as a compass would for North. Lorraine’s playful laughter faded as I burst out of the opening in the opening in the ceiling to find her sitting in the Jacuzzi with her white dress translucent and cohered to her skin, her back facing me with the ends of her disarrayed clumped with the water droplets that dripped off them.
Lorraine turned around as she stood up, beckoning me to join her in the waters. I struggled laboriously to free myself from my jeans to her chuckles,
“No need to take off la… Just come…”
No way, I’m not getting my cloths wet. I didn’t have extra. I dropped my shirt and jeans in a heap, before dropping the box of Durex on top of them.
Free and clad only in my briefs, I entered the cold water to join her in the middle of the Jacuzzi as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed my forehead, the silhouette of her breasts stuck to wet fabric thrust in my face. I hugged her and kissed them one by one, left to right, and bade them a warm hello much to her amusement. Lorraine slid down and set on my legs, and let out a giggle, with her still facing me, her arms around my neck.
“Haha. You took off everything but didn’t take off your underwear?”
She jested, her smiling eyes curling downwards in a manner my heart warms up to without fail each and every time, as our lips met.
“Cloths and jeans can’t get wet huh? Underwear can?”
“I can’t wait…”
I replied, completely mesmerized as I look at her,
“Besides, I listened to you and packed clean underwear.”
It’s one thing to see a girl, especially one as beautiful as her, naked; that makes a man horny, i.e. nothing more then the blinking devil horns I was wearing earlier.
Seeing only the silhouette of her body, with hints of her skin tone exuding from wet translucent white fabric clinging onto the contours of her body and wet ends of hair stuck to her face with dews dripping of it? That drives a man insane with thirst and fantasy.
Lorraine laughed as she kissed my cheek and reached for the back of my briefs with both her hands still around me, giving it a slight tug. I adjusted my bum accordingly, as the briefs slid off my legs and in between her open thighs before reaching the end of my very long legs and floating up with a bob.
“Hello Houdini…”
Lorraine cooed sensuously, as she held my liberated manhood playfully, with a few gentle tugs. We both laughed at the joke, her provocatively while me nervously as my spine tingled in the cold wee hour breeze. The water around us lapped on our submerged bodies gently while the ends of her skirt, semi-submerged, flapped at my tummy. I pulled Lorraine closer to me, as she pulled loose the sash at the front of her dress to loosen it further before reaching beneath it. 2 round sticks, beige in colour, appeared on the surface of the water, as she swivelled her hips amorously on my compass, which was now pointing True North at the Little Dipper high up above us in a challenge to see which dipper was bigger; No it wasn’t gonna be the Big Dipper up there. It’s gonna be the Big Dipper down here where we are, right in the pool.
My heart pounded, floundering and flustered, as it fluttered; the creaminess of Lorraine down south, coupled with her sensuous moans and kisses, south of Lorraine too much for me to bear. I knew the suite came with an iron; I now wondered if (and hoped really that) it came with a defibrillator instead lest my heart seized abruptly. I felt faint.
I backed slow, inch by inch, as Lorraine edged, pressing her body closer and closer to mine; my little man now completely disorientated with the constant rubbing against the smooth edges of Lorraine’s shaft, pointing True North and everywhere else. Dizzy, little man wandered a little too close, too close for comfort in fact, as he almost entered her head over heels.
“Uh uh uh…”
Lorraine waved a finger, her expression an authoritative no, before placing it on my lips. It was quickly devoured by them as it disappeared into my mouth.
Lorraine’s heaving chest rose up and down against my thumping one, as she her hands went around my next once more to reach behind me for the cigarettes in my jeans.
“Extra safe?”
Lorraine chuckled as she picked up the mashed up white box before reaching for the other mashed up white box in the pocket of my jeans…
“My my… What are you thinking of…”
My sexuality has been clarified, and put beyond all reasons of doubt, I hope…zzzzzz
& I hope u guys like the latest entries, since most readers were claiming not enough sex bits thus far. I hope I’ve finally made that long wait worthwhile, and redeemed myself… More cumming soon… cheers.
Yes bro… Thanks for clarifying… lol… Anyway, thanx for your MV. Sound quality is damn good… I’m listening to it over and over again…
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HELLO?!?! Simi CHA BO? …I tio
’letter of warning'
by my bro
Bro Sexystan, deeply apologies for making you suffered from those unnecessary teasing.
I want to sort of use your “din get laid” to express my gratitude toward her. For the fact she from sbf and perhaps she might read the wonderful story that bro sexystan gave to us and saw my post too.(kinda a gift waiting for her to receive)
Ended up with someone twisting my initial motive. Spoiler!!!
eh, I didn’t give u warning letter le. anyway, matter is clarified. all pls chill & await the latest installments. As promised, I’ll get laid tonight… in the story i.e.
Btw, I hope your gal understands your sentiments towards her bro totally, and perhaps the story can the heart strings of the both of you spice things up for ya all a lil… Cheers.
Story Continued… Making Love
Lorraine sat at the edge of the Jacuzzi as she lit a cigarette, her legs kicking gently to create the small waves that broke and disintegrated each time they crashed me. I sat still, submerged, watching her drag on the cigarette gratefully before holding it out butt facing me, for me to do so. That was the first time we shared a single cigarette.
My head bopped in the water at the edge of it as well, close to where she was seated, still watching, still mesmerized. I was looking at the hues of her pinkish blobs where the chest is, her top still translucent and with a single loose strap sliding off her left shoulder.
“What?!?”
Lorraine exclaimed, frowning yet obviously tickled, kicking me lightly with one of her dangling legs after having observed my transfixed gaze for minutes, as she broke into a gentle smile.
“Oi!”
She vociferated in vehement shyness. Crossing her arms across the front of her body, particularly her chest, protectively, she continued with squinting eyes,
“Where are you looking at?”
I looked on at the silhouette of Lorraine, blobs down to the diaphanous cuneate just above the water level peering out from the soaked fabric, unabashed and undeterred. Funnily though, the conviction did not come the intense passion felt earlier downstairs, which could only be described as lust. This time round, it came from a stirring sense of whirling emotions within me. I looked on, deeply touched at the sight of her alluded body.
“What?!?!”
Lorraine kicked me again while adjusting her loose strap, laughing, as she attempted once more to get my attention, as well as a reaction from me. I ignored her and dived my head underwater, quickly resurfacing and gasping for breath.
“You’re beautiful.”
I said, my voice definite, to Lorraine’s smile.
“So beautiful.”
“Like the stars above?”
Lorraine quipped as she raised her head upwards, to which I did the same on her cue.
“Yeah… Like the stars above…”
I replied as I leaned against wall of the Jacuzzi next to her, holding both her hands in mine.
“You know what’s a better way to look at them?”
I said, after a short momentary silence, turning around and look up to face her once more.
“What?”
She looked down, beaming, her hair drying and now fleeting gently in the breeze.
I gave Lorraine’s body a slight push, motioning for her to arch backwards and lie down on the floor. As her back reclined on the wooden floors, I submerged my head once more only to resurface between her legs under the short ends of her dress to which Lorraine sprung up immediately in shock, her body trembling from giggles.
“Oi! How dare you trick me…”
She protested light-heartedly before her tone turned low with bashful curiously.
“Like what you see?”
I nodded, the fully glory of her smooth, shaven and pink chimera in my face.
“Oh well…”
Lorraine gave a playful sigh and chuckled shyly as she laid down once more
“Since it’s for you anyway, you’d better like it…”
Like it? Are you kidding? I love it!
I gave it a gentle, respectful, kiss. Once, Twice, and Thrice, each interval slow and deliberate, before sliding my tongue up and down the flushed exteriors of her love hole, lapping up the water droplets around its circumference. Lorraine laid motionless in silence, as she gazed at the stars, above.
H2O is tasteless and odourless… My Chemistry Teacher would go in my younger days… It is a solvent. How apt. Since the water droplets tasted sweet, it mustn’t only be simple H2O then.
I shoved my tongue in, unable to hold back my amplifying thirst anymore; I wanted more of that sweet lingering taste in more concentrated levels. To gain deeper access, I gently parted the lips with my fingers, my free hand lifting up her skirt as I caressed her thigh and gave it a squeeze, so as to offer me more headroom literally. Lorraine gave a subtle twitch, as I found her clit among the pinkness of her interiors. My tongue swivelled it slowly, before gaining in speed and momentum, while I breathed warm breaths into it. Alternating kisses, breathes, licks and the tip of my nose, that one single twitch soon grew into perennial squirms and convulsions, her body writhing with rhythm.
“Ahhhhh…”
Lorraine let out a long, sensuous, moan as she clamped my head tightly with her thighs, love juice flowing between them. Finally. I had earlier wondered what went wrong since I didn’t hear a single moan but incessant ringings, wondering if it’s because my ears were underwater for a good deal of time. I paused and looked up at her heaving bosoms, rising and falling, rippling before me as she breathed.
Lorraine rose up slowly and looked down on me. Placing a finger on my forehead, she gave it a slight push, which I resisted by plunging my head between her thighs again. She giggled as she caressed my hair, pulling my head closer to her, and deeper into her, before letting out a series of soft, short, moans before coming to an abrupt silence. I looked up to see Lorraine gazing at me lovingly, her hand in my wet hair, her fingers twirling them. She gave the flooring next to her a slight tap and gestured for me to sit next to her. I complied and got out of the tub while she slid in gracefully.
“How come it’s soft?”
She said softly, flapping my deflated dick around like a slapping fish, while looking at me with girlish innocence.
“Looks like it needs a pump of air…”
Lorraine was now in the water looking down as her mouth engulfed my manhood while I looked up at the stars. I tugged and caressed her damp hair, the breeze bringing a whiff of its scent into my nostrils. Closing my eyes with the constellations above in my mind, my vision in darkness yet illuminated. I felt some gentle, sensual, scratching along my sags where Lorraine ran her fingernails intentionally while my shaft seemed drawn into an endlessly hungry blackhole. Big Dipper grew with a rousing roar, in defiant majesty.
Was that universes above us are created? Since I recalled watching on History Channel, that the blackhole sucks in everything hungry, and compresses them till it forms a tiny mass so dense that it can condensed no more before everything blasts outwards into a gigantic explosion a.k.a the Big Bang. No way this giant explosion was gonna happen now, not yet, I told myself.
I opened my eyes to the sounds of water splashing and Lorraine making gurgles and slurps in rapid succession. She slide both straps of her dress off her slender shoulders, Big Dipper in her mouth all the while, disappearing and reappearing a dozen times; her breasts now loomed into full sight, her undone skirt now at and around her waist flapping alluring like a jellyfish, her pink nipples erected and protruding desirably. I plucked my hands from her head and placed them on her twin peaks, squeezing them tenderly before clamping her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers, tugging and twisting.
Lorraine slapped my hands away as she reached for the Durex Extra Safe. Ripping the packaging, she took out the rubber and slid it down my shaft before taking my hands and leading me back into the water, Our gaze met, transfixed for a brief moment, that seemed eternal, once more as she placed her hands on my shoulders again. We kissed, making love under the starry skies and facing a glass panel that gave us an extended view outwards into the open night scenery, with my shaft entering her smoothly and without any resistance.
Lorraine squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her head while I gave the exposed cheek a grateful peck. My hands wandered freely down her naked back unfettered as she rode me gently in the tub.
“Mmmm…. Mmmmm…
MMMMM
!”
Lorraine bit her lip, attempting to restrain her moans shyly.
My hands roamed freely from her smooth arching back to her protruding front, playing with her nipples once more; pinch, tugging, pulling before eventually twisting.
“Your Body is a wonderland…”
I crooned softly into her ears as her eyes squeezed shut more tightly; No longer biting her lips, Lorraine’s moan grew in intensity and volume as she on rocked back and forth, on a pole, in the breeze and under the stars.