You are fifty-three today, and have never worn them. You thought they would be uncomfortable.
I offer to take them back.
You say no.
With graceful ease, you lift your skirt and swiftly remove your current under garment. You hold your skirt up for a moment, allowing me to gaze the most luscious pussy I have ever seen.
You open each leg of the green apparel. You pull it up your calves, up your incredible thighs and then finally up to your waist. You pull on the cloth that is nestled within your cheeks.
It doesn’t feel that bad you tell me. You hold your skirt up and slowly turn around asking me what I think.
You are a vision.
I have waited so many years to be with you, each day I have to remind myself of how lucky I am.
I run my hands up your legs. I caress the soft, yet firm flesh of your upper thigh. My hand reaches the string like material that clings to flesh of your perfect ass. I bend you over the couch and open your cheeks. I stare at the satin fabric as it rubs against the inside of your cheeks. Your asshole is looking back at me, barely concealed. For the first time ever, I lower my head, and with the fabric still in place I tongue your hole. You react by bending further forward, inviting me to continue.
For the better part of the next hour, I work my mouth around your entire backside. The perfect shape that many men, and women, have admired over the years — now mine.
Mine to give attention.
Mine for which to care.
Mine to passionately worship.
Your moans only stop for a moment, and they are to utter but two words. “Fuck me.”
I slide the fabric to the side and enter you. Immediately, with all of my might, I push myself within. The wet material rubs against my cock. As I penetrate you with more force and more vigor than ever had I in the past, your cunt grabs at my cock, with each thrust, pulling me in further. As much as I want this to last, I am too excited, too far gone, and within mere moments my come fills you.
My fluid flows from you, and without hesitation, I resume my previous position and start licking your ass and pussy. In no time, I am ready to take you again. This time it isn’t over as quickly. My balls hit your clit with each forward movement. You start to scream; you tell me you are coming. You command me not to stop.
As your body shutters, I fuck you through your orgasm. The shuttering of your snatch adds to the friction we are generating, soon, I fill you once again.
My cock slides out. So hot is the sight of my come oozing from your insides, soaking your birthday gift, that only a little rigidity is lost.
You turn and take me in your mouth. You lick each bit of our passion, and then you rise to your feet and passionately our mouths intertwine.
We don’t leave your house for the entire weekend. How many times we share our passion, I can’t recall, but never, will I forget being with my goddess.
Eight unique stories by Scono Sciuoto. Tales of passion, lust and sex. These stories combine erotica with awareness, fusing strong feminine sexuality with female empowerment. These may very well be some of the most controversial stories of all time.
I write of the damaged and broken, because that is the norm. For each person who overcomes their demons, there are hundreds, if not thousands, who do not.
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