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I just (literally) submitted my first story to Literotica. After being a long time reader, and sometimes poster, I have finally become an author. With the help of a very patient editor, I think that I have a good shot at it being accepted. Wish me luck.
Here is an excerpt:
I ran my cheek up your thigh, feeling my stubble on your soft skin while my mouth pressed up against your swollen lips. A little moisture started to run its way down your pussy, starting a glistening trail. I lapped at it with the broad part of my tongue before it could get too far, then ran the tip between your labia and up to your clit. My hand groped upwards to cup a breast and grip your nipple again as I buried my face into your sweet mound and began eating gently. I could feel your nipple hardening even more between my thumb and forefinger. You ground your pussy against my willing mouth, shuddering under my tongue. The lace of your bra was rough under my palm, a perfect contrast to the softness of your skin and then the firmness of the nipple. Sucking on your clit, I began to gently rub the finger of my other hand against your slippery lips. With no resistance whatsoever, I worked my middle finger under my chin and into your lubed slit until I could feel the soft nub of your G spot. My finger touched it, and I felt you buck your hips against me.
“Fuck! Oh god Paul, please don't stop, eat it, eat it, eat my pussy. I'll do anything you want.”
I hope that it gets published.
~Paul
Here is an excerpt:
I ran my cheek up your thigh, feeling my stubble on your soft skin while my mouth pressed up against your swollen lips. A little moisture started to run its way down your pussy, starting a glistening trail. I lapped at it with the broad part of my tongue before it could get too far, then ran the tip between your labia and up to your clit. My hand groped upwards to cup a breast and grip your nipple again as I buried my face into your sweet mound and began eating gently. I could feel your nipple hardening even more between my thumb and forefinger. You ground your pussy against my willing mouth, shuddering under my tongue. The lace of your bra was rough under my palm, a perfect contrast to the softness of your skin and then the firmness of the nipple. Sucking on your clit, I began to gently rub the finger of my other hand against your slippery lips. With no resistance whatsoever, I worked my middle finger under my chin and into your lubed slit until I could feel the soft nub of your G spot. My finger touched it, and I felt you buck your hips against me.
“Fuck! Oh god Paul, please don't stop, eat it, eat it, eat my pussy. I'll do anything you want.”
I hope that it gets published.
~Paul