There’s not a woman in the city who can resist me. Except one.
Now she’s got a proposition: Seven days. Every position. No strings attached.
She wants to know what she’s been missing.
Who am I to say no?
She puts her hands on the back of my head and pulls me towards her, thrusting her tongue down my throat, tongue-fucking me as I bite and suck at her cherry-flavored mouth. I run my hands aggressively down her back, tracing the curve that leads to her ass, and grab it hungrily, pulling her leg up against my hip, and running my other hand down her thigh, then back up inside her skirt.
Ms. Long Legs can’t even catch her breath quick enough to moan properly. Shaking her ass on the dancefloor was foreplay enough, now she’s wet and ready. I press her up against the wall, and slip my hand under her thigh to find a sweet wetness below. She just shudders a little and pulls me closer aggressively.
I roll my fingers around her barely-there underwear, feeling the inviting softness of her pussy. She pulls her head back, looks up at the sky, and exhales deeply, her chest sinking beautifully.
I get a good grip on her panties and tear them off her in a single, powerful stroke. It turns her on even more.
live with my wife in Venice. I’ve also lived in NYC, India and Thailand. I
love to travel and have been to Central America, Australia, Europe and the
Middle East. I have a boring corporate day job where I cover people’s asses for a living and am hoping to leave this world soon and make a living doing the thing I love – writing. I enjoy surfing and I’m also a martial artist, my other main passion, which I have practiced since the age of 5.