up and lifted the lid.
Lying on a bed of white silk was a beautiful pearl necklace. I let out a gasp when I saw it. My fingers reached in and took it out. I lifted it to my neck and held it there.
“Not just yet,” Simon told me. “I get my turn first.”
He took the necklace from my hand.
“Lie back.”
I did as I was told. I may not want to be hurt, but it does turn me on when a man takes control.
“Spread your legs.”
Simon looked at my pussy as if he were looking at the crown jewels.
He reached back into the bedside cabinet and took out the lube we keep there if we ever want to go anal. He pressed the lid and squirted out a little of the gel, then rubbed it between his fingers to warm it up.
He applied the lube loving to my sex. I raised my hips in anticipation.
He picked up the necklace and licked it sexily with his pink tongue. Next he took it by each end and put it on me.
“Are you sure?” I asked. Using expensive and lovely jewellery for sex made me nervous, especially when it was my jewellery.
“Sh.” He concentrated and began pulling the string of pearls over my labia and across my clit.
The balls came fast. They bobbled over my pussy like tiny bundles of joy.
He handled them softly and picked up pace as he went.
The sensation was fantastic. It was like they were vibrating over me, sending pulses through my vagina.
I felt my throat tighten and my stomach tense as I came close. Simon must have sensed it and slowed the beads right down again. I looked down at his face and saw the pleasure he was getting from the experience and held my breath.
“I love you,” he whispered. That was all it took. The orgasm flowed through me like waves in the Mediterranean Sea at the height of summer. My brain exploded with lights and colours and time stood still.
When I opened my eyes, Simon was right there. He put the pearls around my neck and did the clasp.
With one hand, he stroked my hair. The other took his weight as he slipped his penis inside me slowly and tenderly. Before he did anything else, I was back in the land of lights and colours.
Q is for Q.T.
O liver was a real cutie. We could have been great together.
Of all the memories I have of him, there’s this one that stands out above all.
We were engaged when he got the news. Thankfully, we hadn’t made any preparations for the wedding. We didn’t even have a date.
His unit was to be shipped out to Iraq the next day and he had a one night pass to say goodbye.
We talked it through. To be honest, I was pretty new to the whole ‘army wife’ thing and I’d never really believed he’d be going anywhere dangerous. He assured me that he’d be OK. Being a mechanic, it wasn’t as if he’d be out there on the front line patrolling the streets on a daily basis. No, he’d be safely housed well away from the trouble fixing engines just like he always did.
I felt as if I’d been kicked in the stomach when I found out. It was like I couldn’t breathe. At least we had plenty of time to prepare for him leaving and I was able to put it out of my mind.
Nothing can prepare you for the last night, though.
We had a romantic dinner of burgers and fries while we watched Titanic on DVD. For dessert we had ice cream and after that we worked our way through a box of chocolates.
When we went to bed that night, I put on the new negligee that I’d bought especially for the occasion. It was black and sleek and felt wonderful against my skin. I slipped on the pair of fishnet stockings on and clipped them to my suspenders. A quick check in the mirror, a touching up of the lipstick and a spray of perfume on my cleavage and I was ready.
He was there in the bed, his tightly muscled body looking ready for anything the world could throw at him. His chest was broad and tanned and the sight of his tiny nipples always made me quiver.
Seeing him like that just brought it home to me that this might be our final night.
I just burst into tears.
It was supposed
Lying on a bed of white silk was a beautiful pearl necklace. I let out a gasp when I saw it. My fingers reached in and took it out. I lifted it to my neck and held it there.
“Not just yet,” Simon told me. “I get my turn first.”
He took the necklace from my hand.
“Lie back.”
I did as I was told. I may not want to be hurt, but it does turn me on when a man takes control.
“Spread your legs.”
Simon looked at my pussy as if he were looking at the crown jewels.
He reached back into the bedside cabinet and took out the lube we keep there if we ever want to go anal. He pressed the lid and squirted out a little of the gel, then rubbed it between his fingers to warm it up.
He applied the lube loving to my sex. I raised my hips in anticipation.
He picked up the necklace and licked it sexily with his pink tongue. Next he took it by each end and put it on me.
“Are you sure?” I asked. Using expensive and lovely jewellery for sex made me nervous, especially when it was my jewellery.
“Sh.” He concentrated and began pulling the string of pearls over my labia and across my clit.
The balls came fast. They bobbled over my pussy like tiny bundles of joy.
He handled them softly and picked up pace as he went.
The sensation was fantastic. It was like they were vibrating over me, sending pulses through my vagina.
I felt my throat tighten and my stomach tense as I came close. Simon must have sensed it and slowed the beads right down again. I looked down at his face and saw the pleasure he was getting from the experience and held my breath.
“I love you,” he whispered. That was all it took. The orgasm flowed through me like waves in the Mediterranean Sea at the height of summer. My brain exploded with lights and colours and time stood still.
When I opened my eyes, Simon was right there. He put the pearls around my neck and did the clasp.
With one hand, he stroked my hair. The other took his weight as he slipped his penis inside me slowly and tenderly. Before he did anything else, I was back in the land of lights and colours.
Q is for Q.T.
O liver was a real cutie. We could have been great together.
Of all the memories I have of him, there’s this one that stands out above all.
We were engaged when he got the news. Thankfully, we hadn’t made any preparations for the wedding. We didn’t even have a date.
His unit was to be shipped out to Iraq the next day and he had a one night pass to say goodbye.
We talked it through. To be honest, I was pretty new to the whole ‘army wife’ thing and I’d never really believed he’d be going anywhere dangerous. He assured me that he’d be OK. Being a mechanic, it wasn’t as if he’d be out there on the front line patrolling the streets on a daily basis. No, he’d be safely housed well away from the trouble fixing engines just like he always did.
I felt as if I’d been kicked in the stomach when I found out. It was like I couldn’t breathe. At least we had plenty of time to prepare for him leaving and I was able to put it out of my mind.
Nothing can prepare you for the last night, though.
We had a romantic dinner of burgers and fries while we watched Titanic on DVD. For dessert we had ice cream and after that we worked our way through a box of chocolates.
When we went to bed that night, I put on the new negligee that I’d bought especially for the occasion. It was black and sleek and felt wonderful against my skin. I slipped on the pair of fishnet stockings on and clipped them to my suspenders. A quick check in the mirror, a touching up of the lipstick and a spray of perfume on my cleavage and I was ready.
He was there in the bed, his tightly muscled body looking ready for anything the world could throw at him. His chest was broad and tanned and the sight of his tiny nipples always made me quiver.
Seeing him like that just brought it home to me that this might be our final night.
I just burst into tears.
It was supposed
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