Erotic Fantascenes

[agedmac]

In keeping with the kissing theme, here's an account of a first kiss....


Lily made her way to the door after checking herself in the mirror one last time. She could feel her heart pounding, not really believing that after all this time, they were finally going to meet in person. He was coming by for a few minutes, to break the ice before their date that night. Looking through the peephole of the hotel room door, she could see Jake standing there, baseball cap on his head, shifting nervously from foot to foot. She felt her lips stretch into a huge grin and opened the door, saying “Hey!”. “Oh, hell”, she thought to herself. “That’s the best thing I could think of to say? He’s going to think I’m an idiot!”


She gave him a few seconds to get a good look at her. They had exchanged pictures, of course, and months of emails and phone calls, but this was his first time seeing her in person, and she couldn't help but wonder if he was going to be disappointed. If she would be too fat, or too old, or her skin not pretty enough, or her hair too frizzy. Then he smiled. He had the kind of smile that lit up his whole face, his blue eyes twinkling, and no one could see it without returning it. He reached out to pull her into a hug.



The next thing she knew, she was pressed up against the wall with his hands on either side of her face, his mouth on hers. And ohmygod, she thought, can he kiss! He tasted faintly of cigarettes, but for once she didn't mind. She felt as though she couldn't get close enough to him, as though they were devouring each other with kisses. He had such soft lips, and such a hard, demanding kiss; it was a wonderfully erotic contradiction. They nibbled each other's lips, licked teeth, entangled tongues, trailed kisses and licks down each other's necks, cheeks, eyelids, ears.....his hands were in her hair and they were practically dry humping each other. The taste of his skin as she ran her tongue along his neck was intoxicating. She grabbed his cap and threw it across the room, running her hands over his short hair. She could feel his erection against her, and heard herself whimper, pressing hard against it. She thrust her knee between his legs and pressed even closer. He finally pulled back, gasping, and said, smiling "I just knew you would be a good kisser." She laughed and said "Me too." before pulling him back for more. And more.

She reached down to rub him through his khakis. He groaned and bit her neck, his hands stroking and groping her breasts. Their breath was coming in gasps and they couldn't stop kissing each other. "Good, you're tall", he whispered.

"No, I'm wearing heels."

"Mmmmm, good girl." He knew what that phrase did to her, and her clit throbbed in response. He nibbled her bottom lip, his hands tangled in her curly hair. "I knew I shouldn't have come, I can't stay."


"I'm glad you did. Are you still nervous?", she asked, grinning. He laughed, grabbed her hand, and pulled her over to the bed. They laid down side by side, facing each other, their hands lightly stroking each other. They couldn't seem to stop smiling. "No! I'm not at all nervous anymore."

"Are you disappointed?"

"NO! Are you kidding? You're more beautiful even than I thought."

Lily was smug. "Good. You should listen to me more often." Kiss. Nibble. Lick.

"Stop! I have to leave, and I can't go through the lobby with this hard-on!"

"But I don't want you to leave."

"I have to."

She sighed. "I know."

"I'll be back in a couple of hours, baby. I just need to get the kids fed and settled in."

She walked him to the door, and gave him the extra key card she had gotten for him when she checked in. They managed to tear ourselves away from each other's lips long enough for him to leave.

She shut and locked the door, and leaned against it for a minute. Wow.

She couldn't wipe the idiotic smile off her face, and practically danced around the room.

Just a few more hours, and he would be hers. And more importantly, she would be his. And if first kisses were any indication of things to come, it was going to be a fantastically memorable night.

Wow. I am very impressed. The heat. The desire. And, most of all, I love your version of first kiss that had been 'held back'....hmmm, now there's an idea

 

[agedmac]

She turned and leaned into him, anticipating his kiss. He spoke instead. “Thank you for the wonderful evening. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. “Perhaps, I will see you in the water again in the morning.”

It was the absolutely NOT what she had expected. Her lack of immediate response left room for his smile. There it was again damn it. That damn smile that seemed to express his knowledge of her thoughts. “Thank you, Mr. Black.” She finally blurted out, the words rushing from her lips in hope of covering her disappointment. “I had a wonderful evening,” which is not what she had intended to say at all. She wanted to invite him in for coffee, a cocktail, a passionate night of naked wrestling, anything at all to stay together for the rest of the night. He was leaning in for a kiss. She was drawn into it the same way she had given her hand to dance when he offered it—naturally and effortlessly; without thought for anything else.

This kiss was different. It was not the gentle, nearly friendly kiss he had given her before at the car. It was the kiss of a man who wanted her. It was not rough, but it was passionate and consuming and enflaming none the less. His hands had come up to her face and her neck, with his thumbs caressing her jaw line and throat and cheeks. Her body responded instantly and instinctively pressing against his suited flesh, wanting more intimate contact.

She had no idea how long the kiss lasted. Later, when she attempted to replay it in her mind, it was difficult to grasp the specifics of it. It seemed to take place outside of the normal flow of time. She only knew that she had never been kissed like that before. She felt her toes curl and her stomach begin to flip-flop and blood surging to her pelvis. Though his lips never left her lips in that moment, she knew that her whole body had been kissed in an instant that felt like an eternity.

Breaking away, she saw a bit of breathlessness in his eyes. His desire for her was clear . . . “was she sending the wrong signals” she wondered. The breathlessness she felt in her chest was as easily readable. “Breathe damn it” she said to herself. And she did.

“Until tomorrow then?” he said. With one quick squeeze of her hand and another brief kiss on her forehead he turned and walked to his car.

She thought his walk seemed just a bit stiff.

I like BOTH stories. The former because it was real to so many of us at various stages of life. And the latter, because a kiss and then.....unfinished. Good writing, very good!

 

[RyanBlack]

In keeping with the kissing theme, here's an account of a first kiss....

You know I liked that one when I saw it for the first time I dont know why you dont write more---you really are excellent at it

I like BOTH stories. The former because it was real to so many of us at various stages of life. And the latter, because a kiss and then.....unfinished. Good writing, very good!

Thanks Mac---seems those are the ones Im better at--


and AJ---youre not OLD!---it s just my southern roots and upbringing ya saucy trollop!----

 

[RyanBlack]

Very nice.

MWHAHAHAHAH----not a chance with those handcuffs ya naughty wench!

Oooooh Ryan that was such a wonderful story. The teasing the anticipation...omg! I will not be able to think of pearls the same again. Love it!

IM so pleased that you liked it---pearls just seem to exude something sexual to me---maybe it is my June Cleaver fetish??

 

[Lorilei]

You know I liked that one when I saw it for the first time I dont know why you dont write more---you really are excellent at it

Names changed to protect the innocent and all that.

And you liked more than just reading it.

 

[RyanBlack]

Names changed to protect the innocent and all that.

And you liked more than just reading it.

I believe liked is a bit of an understatement

 

[Lorilei]

I believe liked is a bit of an understatement

And don't you forget it.

 

[RyanBlack]

And don't you forget it.

I have an excellent memory!

 

[Lorilei]

I have an excellent memory!

Hummmpph.

 

[fathom7]

Soooo How's this:

"As you stood I bent first to your lips, then your neck and shoulders. Reading your reactions as I tasted you. Cool but now feeling some build up. Still with your arms at your side (my insistence) I reached with my hands to hold each of your breasts while I continued the kissing and tongue work along your upper parts. My fingers twiddling with your nipples. Now the flats of my hands rolling across just the very tips of them. Awakening them once more to a more rigid state than ever for you is natural. Somehow the feeling of your blouse hanging over them and my hands added to the opening awareness of what was happening.

Allowing my hands to slide down your sides and turning my hands just a bit I pressed lower onto the fronts of your thighs while bringing my mouth down onto one nipple. There my lips pulled it and my tongue danced on it. Then the other. All the while gliding my hands over your thighs – upward on the fronts then into the center and down along the inside. Your legs spreading just a bit. Some wanting.
"

 

[whambam]

Loving the writing in here ... superb stuff on kisses from RyanBlack, Lorilei13, Rikki_13 and agedmac...

Here's my short take on *that* moment as a first kiss with someone approaches...

A heartbeat's span. That's all that separates your lips from his, your mouth from his, your tongue from his. A blink of an eye, a fraction of a second, yet in that space you can feel yourself spinning and reeling in the delicious anticipation. The heat of his lips about to graze yours in that first tentative taste, before coming back with more passion. The frozen moment, your hands reaching up to his neck, around his waist, his arms around you, pulling you into him. Time stretches in that moment, as tingles dance up and down your spine, your every nerve sparking, your sensations heightened. And then he kisses you, and the world slips away.

 

[RyanBlack]

A Girls First Kiss----wrote this for a writing challenge since we are on kisses thought Id transfer it over here.



My pizza was playing twister in my stomach. Sure I liked him, well enough to go out for pizza and a movie and see if I liked him for sure.

But now, as his car, not a cool car at all but I guess any car at our age was pretty cool, as we turned the corner and headed up the hill to my driveway I didnt know what he was going to do.

It is so unfair. Is he gonna try an kiss me? Do I want him to kiss me? Sure he is cute, my friends say he is and that he really likes me, but I dont know. . .OMG what if he doesnt want to kiss me? What if he doesnt like me?

Is my hair OK? I should have worn the white blouse it looks my boobs look bigger. Well if he doesnt want to kiss me thats just fine with me. Im not sure I want to kiss him either.

"HUH?" " OH yeah, here we are." "Thanks, I had a nice time"

What is he waiting for? Where are you going?? Oh, he is going to walk me to the door. That's good right? Like in that movie where they kiss on the front step and fall in love. . .

he's just standing there

wait

he reached for my hand, his feel sweaty, is he shaking?

Oh my gosh here it comes, hes leaning towards me

should I close my eyes?

hmmmmmm

wow, that was kinda nice

his lips are soft

wait, where is he going?

Did I do it right, will he think I am a good kisser?. . . ..

My first kiss, I cant wait to tell my friends.

 

[Rikki_13]

A Girls First Kiss----wrote this for a writing challenge since we are on kisses thought Id transfer it over here.

My pizza was playing twister in my stomach. Sure I liked him, well enough to go out for pizza and a movie and see if I liked him for sure.

So cute Ryan!!! Such excitement and angst. I love your writing!!!

Loving the writing in here ... superb stuff on kisses from RyanBlack, Lorilei13, Rikki_13 and agedmac...

Here's my short take on *that* moment as a first kiss with someone approaches...

A heartbeat's span. That's all that separates your lips from his, your mouth from his, your tongue from his. A blink of an eye, a fraction of a second, yet in that space you can feel yourself spinning and reeling in the delicious anticipation. The heat of his lips about to graze yours in that first tentative taste, before coming back with more passion. The frozen moment, your hands reaching up to his neck, around his waist, his arms around you, pulling you into him. Time stretches in that moment, as tingles dance up and down your spine, your every nerve sparking, your sensations heightened. And then he kisses you, and the world slips away.

Please write more!!! Very good job!!!

Soooo How's this:

"As you stood I bent first to your lips, then your neck and shoulders. Reading your reactions as I tasted you. Cool but now feeling some build up. Still with your arms at your side (my insistence) I reached with my hands to hold each of your breasts while I continued the kissing and tongue work along your upper parts. My fingers twiddling with your nipples. Now the flats of my hands rolling across just the very tips of them. Awakening them once more to a more rigid state than ever for you is natural. Somehow the feeling of your blouse hanging over them and my hands added to the opening awareness of what was happening.

Allowing my hands to slide down your sides and turning my hands just a bit I pressed lower onto the fronts of your thighs while bringing my mouth down onto one nipple. There my lips pulled it and my tongue danced on it. Then the other. All the while gliding my hands over your thighs – upward on the fronts then into the center and down along the inside. Your legs spreading just a bit. Some wanting.
"

I am left wanting more!!!

In keeping with the kissing theme, here's an account of a first kiss....


Lily made her way to the door after checking herself in the mirror one last time. She could feel her heart pounding, not really believing that after all this time, they were finally going to meet in person. He was coming by for a few minutes, to break the ice before their date that night. Looking through the peephole of the hotel room door, she could see Jake standing there, baseball cap on his head, shifting nervously from foot to foot. She felt her lips stretch into a huge grin and opened the door, saying “Hey!”. “Oh, hell”, she thought to herself. “That’s the best thing I could think of to say? He’s going to think I’m an idiot!”

Lorilei, Ryan is right!!! You should write more, you are very talented.


Loving all of the writers and their stories on here. I am so glad that Rox started this thread!!! Thank you Rox

Here is the audio for the story I wrote when I was craving kisses. I hope you like it. http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=461172

I'm still craving kisses btw

 

[RyanBlack]

RIKKI

 

[fathom7]

{{{Rikki}}}You may have more. Just for the asking.

 

[Lorilei]

Thanks for the nice comments, everyone!

 

[agedmac]

fun

what a neat forum this is becoming. I'm in awe of the writing and inspired to write more, and also thinking we may have to turn a hose on L and R!

The thing about kisses, like Ryan's 'first kiss' story, there's so much beginning emotion to it. A loving kiss embraces. A maternal kiss comforts. A perfunctory kiss dismisses. An erotic kiss promises. A heat of the moment kiss opens. A kiss during wild passionate sex increases, heats, drives.

The kiss I was thinking about was ....

It was a fun party. Everybody was enjoying themselves and she really was glad she came. Sure there were guys who were acting all full of themselves and there were girls who kept giggling at anything said. And then there was the guy who just didn't fit who reminded her when he had a chance to speak to her in that brief moment she had been separated from the pack..that moment where he said it

I want to kiss you.

Now, what was that? I mean, why would he say that? He's hardly one of the cool guys and although he is kinda cute, I mean, why would he say that.

And yet. She kept watching him. It was strange in some ways. Every time she moved one way he'd move the opposite. She even walked toward him at one point in the crowd and he moved away. What was that?

And then. She had stepped out on the deck to get some air. She saw several of her girlfriends making out with guys and she had a moment, maybe she wouldn't kiss any guy tonight and then he was there beside her.

"Don't spoil this for me," she said without looking at him. He didn't speak. "I just want to have some fun, I don't want...." she said, tears filling her eyes.

His hand on her arm, he turned her slowly toward him. She felt her own tongue wet her lips and then he was kissing her. His lips were soft and yet firm. His mouth moved over hers so tenderly and yet....tears flowed down her cheeks as she sobbed for a moment.

He broke the kiss and put his finger softly on her jawline. She trembled. "I was just here for a fun party" she said quietly as she moved into his arms, feeling her breasts press against his chest, her mouth softly mouthing his neck. "Just fun," she whispered as she moved her mouth to him again.

The kiss this time. Hungry on his part and angry and passionate on hers. Teeth jarred against the others. Tongues dancing, wrestling. Her nipples pushing hard against him, her crotch up and.......oh, oh, he's hard, oh he's hard.

And she humped against him and the kiss changed again. She felt the strange sound before she heard it, a growl, cat-like and she realized it came from within her. And she knew this kiss. This kiss said 'fuck' as she pushed against him, pinning him against the wall of the house, rubbing her whole body against his, the kiss now into some sort of animal mating. A fucking kiss. A sex kiss. She pulled her lips from him. "Come on," she growled, "I want it now!" as they stumbled out into the dark warm evening.

 

[Lorilei]

what a neat forum this is becoming. I'm in awe of the writing and inspired to write more, and also thinking we may have to turn a hose on L and R!

The thing about kisses, like Ryan's 'first kiss' story, there's so much beginning emotion to it. A loving kiss embraces. A maternal kiss comforts. A perfunctory kiss dismisses. An erotic kiss promises. A heat of the moment kiss opens. A kiss during wild passionate sex increases, heats, drives.

The kiss I was thinking about was ....

It was a fun party. Everybody was enjoying themselves and she really was glad she came. Sure there were guys who were acting all full of themselves and there were girls who kept giggling at anything said. And then there was the guy who just didn't fit who reminded her when he had a chance to speak to her in that brief moment she had been separated from the pack..that moment where he said it

I want to kiss you.

Now, what was that? I mean, why would he say that? He's hardly one of the cool guys and although he is kinda cute, I mean, why would he say that.

And yet. She kept watching him. It was strange in some ways. Every time she moved one way he'd move the opposite. She even walked toward him at one point in the crowd and he moved away. What was that?

And then. She had stepped out on the deck to get some air. She saw several of her girlfriends making out with guys and she had a moment, maybe she wouldn't kiss any guy tonight and then he was there beside her.

"Don't spoil this for me," she said without looking at him. He didn't speak. "I just want to have some fun, I don't want...." she said, tears filling her eyes.

His hand on her arm, he turned her slowly toward him. She felt her own tongue wet her lips and then he was kissing her. His lips were soft and yet firm. His mouth moved over hers so tenderly and yet....tears flowed down her cheeks as she sobbed for a moment.

He broke the kiss and put his finger softly on her jawline. She trembled. "I was just here for a fun party" she said quietly as she moved into his arms, feeling her breasts press against his chest, her mouth softly mouthing his neck. "Just fun," she whispered as she moved her mouth to him again.

The kiss this time. Hungry on his part and angry and passionate on hers. Teeth jarred against the others. Tongues dancing, wrestling. Her nipples pushing hard against him, her crotch up and.......oh, oh, he's hard, oh he's hard.

And she humped against him and the kiss changed again. She felt the strange sound before she heard it, a growl, cat-like and she realized it came from within her. And she knew this kiss. This kiss said 'fuck' as she pushed against him, pinning him against the wall of the house, rubbing her whole body against his, the kiss now into some sort of animal mating. A fucking kiss. A sex kiss. She pulled her lips from him. "Come on," she growled, "I want it now!" as they stumbled out into the dark warm evening.

Love this. Rawr!

 

[whambam]

A kiss for Rikki, and for anyone else who may be craving them:

This, my friends, was a kiss. A kiss that smouldered like the first lickings of a fire that threatens to tear through a forest. A kiss that rumbled like thunder, growling in the distance, dancing nearer and further at the same time. A kiss that ripped the sky open.

This, my friends, was a kiss. She took my hands in hers, looked up at me, our eyes locked on each other. She leaned in to me, my heart racing now as distant hints of her perfume hit me. Her lips slightly parted, her colour running high, a hint of a smile? A spark in her pupils, like a candle flame. Our lips met and we moved as one, holding on to each other for dear life.

This, my friends, was a kiss. A kiss to dream on, a kiss to live by, a kiss to wake to, a kiss to lift all cares.

This, my friends, was a kiss.

 

[whambam]

what a neat forum this is becoming. I'm in awe of the writing and inspired to write more, and also thinking we may have to turn a hose on L and R!

The thing about kisses, like Ryan's 'first kiss' story, there's so much beginning emotion to it. A loving kiss embraces. A maternal kiss comforts. A perfunctory kiss dismisses. An erotic kiss promises. A heat of the moment kiss opens. A kiss during wild passionate sex increases, heats, drives.

The kiss I was thinking about was ....

It was a fun party. Everybody was enjoying themselves and she really was glad she came. Sure there were guys who were acting all full of themselves and there were girls who kept giggling at anything said. And then there was the guy who just didn't fit who reminded her when he had a chance to speak to her in that brief moment she had been separated from the pack..that moment where he said it

I want to kiss you.

Now, what was that? I mean, why would he say that? He's hardly one of the cool guys and although he is kinda cute, I mean, why would he say that.

And yet. She kept watching him. It was strange in some ways. Every time she moved one way he'd move the opposite. She even walked toward him at one point in the crowd and he moved away. What was that?

And then. She had stepped out on the deck to get some air. She saw several of her girlfriends making out with guys and she had a moment, maybe she wouldn't kiss any guy tonight and then he was there beside her.

"Don't spoil this for me," she said without looking at him. He didn't speak. "I just want to have some fun, I don't want...." she said, tears filling her eyes.

His hand on her arm, he turned her slowly toward him. She felt her own tongue wet her lips and then he was kissing her. His lips were soft and yet firm. His mouth moved over hers so tenderly and yet....tears flowed down her cheeks as she sobbed for a moment.

He broke the kiss and put his finger softly on her jawline. She trembled. "I was just here for a fun party" she said quietly as she moved into his arms, feeling her breasts press against his chest, her mouth softly mouthing his neck. "Just fun," she whispered as she moved her mouth to him again.

The kiss this time. Hungry on his part and angry and passionate on hers. Teeth jarred against the others. Tongues dancing, wrestling. Her nipples pushing hard against him, her crotch up and.......oh, oh, he's hard, oh he's hard.

And she humped against him and the kiss changed again. She felt the strange sound before she heard it, a growl, cat-like and she realized it came from within her. And she knew this kiss. This kiss said 'fuck' as she pushed against him, pinning him against the wall of the house, rubbing her whole body against his, the kiss now into some sort of animal mating. A fucking kiss. A sex kiss. She pulled her lips from him. "Come on," she growled, "I want it now!" as they stumbled out into the dark warm evening.

This hots up wonderfully! Although I think the most heartpounding moment in it would actually be when he says "I want to kiss you." At that point the adrenaline is pumping, a moment when you're completely alive and you're acting on your desires. Is the anticipation better than the actual kiss? Although a sexy growl could win me over to the opposite idea!

 

[RyanBlack]

A heartbeat's span. That's all that separates your lips from his, your mouth from his, your tongue from his. A blink of an eye, a fraction of a second, yet in that space you can feel yourself spinning and reeling in the delicious anticipation. The heat of his lips about to graze yours in that first tentative taste, before coming back with more passion. The frozen moment, your hands reaching up to his neck, around his waist, his arms around you, pulling you into him. Time stretches in that moment, as tingles dance up and down your spine, your every nerve sparking, your sensations heightened. And then he kisses you, and the world slips away.

A kiss for Rikki, and for anyone else who may be craving them:

This, my friends, was a kiss. A kiss that smouldered like the first lickings of a fire that threatens to tear through a forest. A kiss that rumbled like thunder, growling in the distance, dancing nearer and further at the same time. A kiss that ripped the sky open.

This, my friends, was a kiss. She took my hands in hers, looked up at me, our eyes locked on each other. She leaned in to me, my heart racing now as distant hints of her perfume hit me. Her lips slightly parted, her colour running high, a hint of a smile? A spark in her pupils, like a candle flame. Our lips met and we moved as one, holding on to each other for dear life.

This, my friends, was a kiss. A kiss to dream on, a kiss to live by, a kiss to wake to, a kiss to lift all cares.

This, my friends, was a kiss.

Both pieces have a poetic quality that I thoroughly enjoyed!

Perhaps you might consider formating them into verse?

The repitition and envelope effect of the second one especially is closely reminiscent of Italian Love Poetry

Great work



and Mac---as always your work always impresses me with the depth of characters you convey in such a short space.

 

[whambam]

Both pieces have a poetic quality that I thoroughly enjoyed!

Perhaps you might consider formating them into verse?

The repitition and envelope effect of the second one especially is closely reminiscent of Italian Love Poetry

Great work



and Mac---as always your work always impresses me with the depth of characters you convey in such a short space.

Thanks Ryan, I enjoyed writing them and glad you enjoyed reading them.

I've never really tried writing verse -- find prose much easier to manage! But maybe I should give it a shot...

 

[whambam]

This goes a little bit* beyond a kiss, but what the hell:

A tall girl riding. Bouncing and jouncing, moving with easy grace. Her legs encased in thigh-length boots, the leather creasing at the knee, catching the light and shining. She spurs her mount onwards, gaining speed, her moves becoming more exaggerated.

As she does so, I arch my back under her, driving upwards to meet her every downward thrust, my cock buried deep inside her. I want to reach up to her, but my hands are tied to the bedposts ... I am her animal, hers to control.

She rides hard, the scent of the leather and her body flooding my senses, one hand now clamped to her breast, biting her lower lip, trying to contain her expression. The bedsprings squeak in time, but in her head she hears hooves, the thrill of the gallop, the rush as she chases her pleasure.

And then we are there, together, a sharp cry from her, a deep groan from me, and the gallop slows to a trot, a walk, and then finally we are still. She leans forward, her breasts now pressing to my chest, and lingers there, exhausted by the race.



*well, actually quite a long way, but who's measuring...

 

[agedmac]

not sure if this works, but

on another forum, I came across this pic.. If someone knows how to post a pic from another thread, please do this one.

But I'd like to challenge my fellow writers to a short (few paragraphs) of what comes 'next' in this picture. In other words, put life into it. I know it's not explicit or anything, but it inspires me. "She" seems powerful and ready to make the next move, or at least that's the way I see it!

http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=33185411&postcount=43461

And yes, I'll write a brief one a bit later about it.

 

[funluvinaj]

on another forum, I came across this pic.. If someone knows how to post a pic from another thread, please do this one.

But I'd like to challenge my fellow writers to a short (few paragraphs) of what comes 'next' in this picture. In other words, put life into it. I know it's not explicit or anything, but it inspires me. "She" seems powerful and ready to make the next move, or at least that's the way I see it!

http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=33185411&postcount=43461

And yes, I'll write a brief one a bit later about it.

Here's your pic posted....

http://www.photorox.com/images/kimi81/85511825full983300fa0629ca160b3e4e5265476ff6.jpg