OneFriendlyGuy
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- Dec 4, 2017
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OUT OF CHARACTER:
This rather long posting frames the story. I'm looking for a woman writer who can describe the experience from her perspective, as we alternate segments and build toward a thundering climax. If, perchance, several people are interested in being part of this story, please PM me and let's see if we can figure out a way to make it about more than two of us.
Incidentally, there are some POV issues in this first part. I left them in to help set a tone for the woman character, but I promise not to do that again (or if I do, you can flog me).
IN CHARACTER:
We are in a dungeon, surrounded by lots of people and a good amount of dungeon activity. Music is playing, people are making all kinds of interesting sounds, and it's quite noisy. We have agreed to play.
I reach out to you, holding you in a friendly hug. As you look up at me, I stroke your hair, then kiss you lightly on the cheek. My hands drift down, touching your hair, your back, exploring the muscles in your neck, finding the spots that need massage and love. As one hand touches your neck, the other drifts down against your buttocks. Is that accidental, or does my hand linger there too long to be an accident?
I ask you to sit down. My legs are spread out like a "V" and I position you with your back to me, sitting in between my legs. I stabilize myself with one hand around your belly. The other hand drifts forward, brushing against the sides of your breasts, moving onward and then returning - this time brushing against your nipples. This doesn't seem like an accident any more. My cock presses against your buttocks.
I open the buttons on your shirt. I caress your back, and - with a sudden move - unsnap your bra. The shirt and bra fall to the floor as my fingers brush against your bare nipples.
Your legs are spread. I kiss the back of your neck; as one of my hands continues to caress your nipples, the other hand moves lower, to feel the warmth and moisture emanating from between your legs.
You turn and start undressing me. We are down to panties and jockey shorts. You look down and then reach out to touch my jockeys, feeling my bulging cock through the cloth; I run my hand over your crotch, savoring the heat and wet coming through your panties. You touch my belly and start to run your hand toward the elastic on my shorts.
And I remind you of the rules. We are to masturbate, to watch each other masturbate. You may not touch my cock and I may not touch inside you.
This rather long posting frames the story. I'm looking for a woman writer who can describe the experience from her perspective, as we alternate segments and build toward a thundering climax. If, perchance, several people are interested in being part of this story, please PM me and let's see if we can figure out a way to make it about more than two of us.
Incidentally, there are some POV issues in this first part. I left them in to help set a tone for the woman character, but I promise not to do that again (or if I do, you can flog me).
IN CHARACTER:
We are in a dungeon, surrounded by lots of people and a good amount of dungeon activity. Music is playing, people are making all kinds of interesting sounds, and it's quite noisy. We have agreed to play.
I reach out to you, holding you in a friendly hug. As you look up at me, I stroke your hair, then kiss you lightly on the cheek. My hands drift down, touching your hair, your back, exploring the muscles in your neck, finding the spots that need massage and love. As one hand touches your neck, the other drifts down against your buttocks. Is that accidental, or does my hand linger there too long to be an accident?
I ask you to sit down. My legs are spread out like a "V" and I position you with your back to me, sitting in between my legs. I stabilize myself with one hand around your belly. The other hand drifts forward, brushing against the sides of your breasts, moving onward and then returning - this time brushing against your nipples. This doesn't seem like an accident any more. My cock presses against your buttocks.
I open the buttons on your shirt. I caress your back, and - with a sudden move - unsnap your bra. The shirt and bra fall to the floor as my fingers brush against your bare nipples.
Your legs are spread. I kiss the back of your neck; as one of my hands continues to caress your nipples, the other hand moves lower, to feel the warmth and moisture emanating from between your legs.
You turn and start undressing me. We are down to panties and jockey shorts. You look down and then reach out to touch my jockeys, feeling my bulging cock through the cloth; I run my hand over your crotch, savoring the heat and wet coming through your panties. You touch my belly and start to run your hand toward the elastic on my shorts.
And I remind you of the rules. We are to masturbate, to watch each other masturbate. You may not touch my cock and I may not touch inside you.
