Moochie’s Mementos (and a pic or two)

And she was soaking through her panties in anticipation
Of them slipping a hand under her skirt
 
The picture your words paint of you is very enticing, and extremely sexy:rose::cattail:
 
They had been watching her for months
That seemed like years
And tonight
Something about how she was looking in that sundress with a little cardigan
Fuck, they wanted to touch her
 
And when they walked up to her
How she opened like a flower
Letting them in
Letting them kiss her
Letting their hands roam her skin
The way they did in their dreams…
Fuck
Was this all a dream?
They pinched their thigh through a jeans pocket
Ouch!
Not a dream
 
They stole her away
Outside
Down the alley behind the bar
How they needed their hands on her skin
Placing a hand on the front of her thigh
Above her cute knee high socks
 
The soft hand running up her thigh
Finger pressing against her moist panties
Sucking on their thumb and the other hand moved fabric aside
They kissed her neck and rubbed her clit
The circles driving her mad
Her sucking becoming more than needy
And as their fingers slid inside her
She knew that was it
 
Into another of your good stories, can’t wait for the rest, but it’s my bedtime now.:kiss:
 
Hehe. You are silly. :D

Sometimes.

But the imagery isn't. It's very affecting.

The socks help. They're that dollop of realism, a detail that moves something like this from fantasy toward reality. That's a gift from you to us.
 
The soft hand running up her thigh
Finger pressing against her moist panties
Sucking on their thumb and the other hand moved fabric aside
They kissed her neck and rubbed her clit
The circles driving her mad
Her sucking becoming more than needy
And as their fingers slid inside her
She knew that was it

I'm hoping for more.
But appreciative of your words either way. 🌷💜🌷
 
Do you have your wishes ready for when you find a djinn too? :eek::cattail:

Nope.

The magical wishing game never turns out well.

If I found a bottle or lamp with a djinn or other wish granting creature I'd wrap it in a box and leave it on the doorstep of someone I dislike and then get my stick and marshmallows ready for the dumpster fire.

Cheers
 
What a lovely read this morning catching up on your ever so lyrical wanderings.....wishing my hands were involved :devil: :)
 
Sometimes.

But the imagery isn't. It's very affecting.

The socks help. They're that dollop of realism, a detail that moves something like this from fantasy toward reality. That's a gift from you to us.

I like this theory. Thank you for sharing, Dubinsky. 🌷
 
And as their fingers slid inside her
She knew that was it

Feeling her body yield so quickly to their touch
To how they took something from her so easily
To how she wanted them to
 
She could feel their fingers as they slid out out slowly with her release
And as if they were able to read her mind,
They lightly touched her pulsing clit

“Do you want more here?” They asked into her neck, “or do we go somewhere private?”

She could only nod as her breath wasn’t any more
Than gulps and sighs
 
She could feel their fingers as they slid out out slowly with her release
And as if they were able to read her mind,
They lightly touched her pulsing clit

“Do you want more here?” They asked into her neck, “or do we go somewhere private?”

She could only nod as her breath wasn’t any more
Than gulps and sighs

I hope you leave it here, ambiguous.
 
She could feel their fingers as they slid out out slowly with her release
And as if they were able to read her mind,
They lightly touched her pulsing clit

“Do you want more here?” They asked into her neck, “or do we go somewhere private?”

She could only nod as her breath wasn’t any more
Than gulps and sighs
Well after a time out on Lit and a brand new UI, it was an absolute pleasure to see this little adventure continue ❤️‍🔥
 
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