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Sarah’s First Jealousy!
“Lying on you has become my new wildest desire.” I moved closer moving upwards on his chest and kissing his chin.
My hands moved to his chest and rested. My lips moved up towards his right cheek and sucked the skin in. He closed his eyes and let it all come to him. It’s been a month since we have been together and we have managed to see each other every day either before or after our work.
I moved my body over him to create friction at all the right places while he kept shifting with discomfort. Over the days, I have learnt to make him wait and frustrate him to the extent that he is compelled to let his inner animal out. And that’s the side of him I simply love. My hands moved to his thighs and roamed at the edges avoiding the core. I assaulted his chest with my lips and continued to play the seduction game with him with my hands.
“Are you going to the next level?” He chimed. I giggled and denied with a head movement. He made a frustrated sound and grabbed me by the waist. He twisted, and we were upside down in no time. “Enough of your little games, baby.”
I wondered how far we have come from our first encounter at the club where I was a little too keen on showing off my body and playing a woman with too much experience in her small intimacy bag. Now, he sees the real me and still likes me for the person I am. I involuntarily smiled.
He groaned against my smiling lips and kissed hard as we enjoyed the juices of our wild passion. My hands rounded him and held him close to me. He was quick in assaulting and frustrating me and I started moaning with hunger—all he had to do was suck and lick at the right places.
“Please, Joe.” He accepted my pleadings and offered what I craved for. No sooner had he started, I reached my climax. He wasn’t far behind and we lied on the bed in a heap of tired bodies. But for us, the night had only started, and this was the first of many.
Next day, in the mid of afternoon, I walked down the streets of my small-town near Chicago peeping through the shop windows. There wasn’t much to buy, but I enjoyed window-shopping. My phone rang, and I pulled the handset out.
“Hey!”
“Sarah dear, it’s been ages we haven’t seen you.”
I laughed and replied, “It’s only been a month, tiger.” Every dancer, be a man or a woman, at Foxy Hoochies had a code name. Unfortunately, the most underserved man got a solid code. Even though, he didn’t perform anymore, the code stuck.
Soon after meeting Joe, I had moved to a different job, just so that I didn’t have to be surrounded by people wanting to be in my pants all the time. Then why was Tiger calling me today?
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My hands moved to his chest and rested. My lips moved up towards his right cheek and sucked the skin in. He closed his eyes and let it all come to him. It’s been a month since we have been together and we have managed to see each other every day either before or after our work.
I moved my body over him to create friction at all the right places while he kept shifting with discomfort. Over the days, I have learnt to make him wait and frustrate him to the extent that he is compelled to let his inner animal out. And that’s the side of him I simply love. My hands moved to his thighs and roamed at the edges avoiding the core. I assaulted his chest with my lips and continued to play the seduction game with him with my hands.
“Are you going to the next level?” He chimed. I giggled and denied with a head movement. He made a frustrated sound and grabbed me by the waist. He twisted, and we were upside down in no time. “Enough of your little games, baby.”
I wondered how far we have come from our first encounter at the club where I was a little too keen on showing off my body and playing a woman with too much experience in her small intimacy bag. Now, he sees the real me and still likes me for the person I am. I involuntarily smiled.
He groaned against my smiling lips and kissed hard as we enjoyed the juices of our wild passion. My hands rounded him and held him close to me. He was quick in assaulting and frustrating me and I started moaning with hunger—all he had to do was suck and lick at the right places.
“Please, Joe.” He accepted my pleadings and offered what I craved for. No sooner had he started, I reached my climax. He wasn’t far behind and we lied on the bed in a heap of tired bodies. But for us, the night had only started, and this was the first of many.
Next day, in the mid of afternoon, I walked down the streets of my small-town near Chicago peeping through the shop windows. There wasn’t much to buy, but I enjoyed window-shopping. My phone rang, and I pulled the handset out.
“Hey!”
“Sarah dear, it’s been ages we haven’t seen you.”
I laughed and replied, “It’s only been a month, tiger.” Every dancer, be a man or a woman, at Foxy Hoochies had a code name. Unfortunately, the most underserved man got a solid code. Even though, he didn’t perform anymore, the code stuck.
Soon after meeting Joe, I had moved to a different job, just so that I didn’t have to be surrounded by people wanting to be in my pants all the time. Then why was Tiger calling me today?
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