paganangel
born wrong
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i'll start. the only rules...whoever picks up must attempt to remain true to the characteristics laid out before, however, they may take them wherever they choose. in the event of two or more people responding to the same post, the member with the first
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It had been several years since I'd even seen her. She was in her forties then. Beautiful but worn. Her hair was thick, but stiff. Still, it was curly, and in the light of my first apartment's bedroom appeared soft and inviting. There were many nights there and I find it odd now that the one I remember most, the one i miss the most, was not the last, and yet it feels that way.
We had been drinking around the corner in the bar where she tended bar. She wasn't working that night, though. I stopped in for one after my last class and wound up closing the place. Nothing unusual. But when she walked with me back to my place the wind blew at her short dress and it waved around her legs. I caught the scent of nutmeg from her, blown accross my face by the breeze. She didn't belong in that dress or the high heels she wore with it. She was the mother of two, one almost a teenager. The dress was leopard print. Leopard print! And the heels matched! Yet she wore it better than any woman even half her age could have.
Up the steps into my apartment, I watched her ass tumble and sway in front of me. I reached up between her legs to feel her, but i stopped. I would not simply reach my hand up inside her. Instead, I slid it up her inner thigh. I felt the loosening skin of an aging woman over the strong, shapely muscles of a lady full of life, a lady who prided herself on being good at all she did. She was. I wanted her here. Tonight was different from all the others. Tonight I was in love with her and when I lifted that dress and held her leg, turning her body on the stair and pulling her hip to my open, wet mouth I believe she felt it. I believe she felt love itself channel from my lips through that kiss on her pelvis and travel throught her body.
She snapped to attention with a gasp and then quiverred in my hands. I was suddenly self conscious though still completely enthralled. How could I, with my hard, calloused hands, hold this woman? Would she want me if I were not so young? Before I could answer my own questions, I felt her hand hold my head, first clutching, then cradling. We finished the climb to my apartment, but once inside i could not even wait to get to the bedroom. I began to kiss her just inside the door. I made love to her neck and shoulders with my mouth. She slowly pulled off my flannel and in doing so, pulled me towards the deck
As we approached the kitchen, she leaned into me and slowly slid her body down mine until she came to rest on her kness. I felt my belt unbuckle and my jeans being undone. Then I felt her mouth, her perfect, endless mouth, surround and massage my cock. One of her hands was gripping my ass and the other was taunting my balls with its fine fingertips and polished nails.
She stopped abruptly, stood up, and walked to the sliding glass doors, dropping the dress on the kitchen floor as she sautered into the cool night. I watched her round, and fit thonged ass and freckled back, bisected by the black bra strap, disappear outside. I pulled off my jeans, and threw them over her dress, and stepped onto the deck, feeling my nippes harden in the dark chilling air. No words. I sat on a chair and she mounted me. She fucked me. Hard. I don't remember sliding the thong aside or pulling off the bra. I remember her heavy, high breasts in my face. I remember biting them. I remember looking at the reflection of her ass in the window. I don't know how many times I watched that perfect spectacle rise and come down again on my ass, but I do know I wondered if anyone was watching. I hoped they were. Not out of some unconsious desire to get caught, but rather because I was proud of this woman fucking me. I came so hard that night. I bit into her as i came. I had to. I would have cried had I not.She was so beautiful and I never felt I deserved her. She was safe that way.
I don't even remember what the fight was about or whether it was two weeks, two months, or two years after that night. I just know I hadn't seen her since.
My memory was broken by the intercom.
"Attention patients, staff, and visitors. Please be aware that visiting hours will be over in ten minutes."
I shook my head. Shook my mind. I put on my game face and turned the doorknob.
response takes over.
It had been several years since I'd even seen her. She was in her forties then. Beautiful but worn. Her hair was thick, but stiff. Still, it was curly, and in the light of my first apartment's bedroom appeared soft and inviting. There were many nights there and I find it odd now that the one I remember most, the one i miss the most, was not the last, and yet it feels that way.
We had been drinking around the corner in the bar where she tended bar. She wasn't working that night, though. I stopped in for one after my last class and wound up closing the place. Nothing unusual. But when she walked with me back to my place the wind blew at her short dress and it waved around her legs. I caught the scent of nutmeg from her, blown accross my face by the breeze. She didn't belong in that dress or the high heels she wore with it. She was the mother of two, one almost a teenager. The dress was leopard print. Leopard print! And the heels matched! Yet she wore it better than any woman even half her age could have.
Up the steps into my apartment, I watched her ass tumble and sway in front of me. I reached up between her legs to feel her, but i stopped. I would not simply reach my hand up inside her. Instead, I slid it up her inner thigh. I felt the loosening skin of an aging woman over the strong, shapely muscles of a lady full of life, a lady who prided herself on being good at all she did. She was. I wanted her here. Tonight was different from all the others. Tonight I was in love with her and when I lifted that dress and held her leg, turning her body on the stair and pulling her hip to my open, wet mouth I believe she felt it. I believe she felt love itself channel from my lips through that kiss on her pelvis and travel throught her body.
She snapped to attention with a gasp and then quiverred in my hands. I was suddenly self conscious though still completely enthralled. How could I, with my hard, calloused hands, hold this woman? Would she want me if I were not so young? Before I could answer my own questions, I felt her hand hold my head, first clutching, then cradling. We finished the climb to my apartment, but once inside i could not even wait to get to the bedroom. I began to kiss her just inside the door. I made love to her neck and shoulders with my mouth. She slowly pulled off my flannel and in doing so, pulled me towards the deck
As we approached the kitchen, she leaned into me and slowly slid her body down mine until she came to rest on her kness. I felt my belt unbuckle and my jeans being undone. Then I felt her mouth, her perfect, endless mouth, surround and massage my cock. One of her hands was gripping my ass and the other was taunting my balls with its fine fingertips and polished nails.
She stopped abruptly, stood up, and walked to the sliding glass doors, dropping the dress on the kitchen floor as she sautered into the cool night. I watched her round, and fit thonged ass and freckled back, bisected by the black bra strap, disappear outside. I pulled off my jeans, and threw them over her dress, and stepped onto the deck, feeling my nippes harden in the dark chilling air. No words. I sat on a chair and she mounted me. She fucked me. Hard. I don't remember sliding the thong aside or pulling off the bra. I remember her heavy, high breasts in my face. I remember biting them. I remember looking at the reflection of her ass in the window. I don't know how many times I watched that perfect spectacle rise and come down again on my ass, but I do know I wondered if anyone was watching. I hoped they were. Not out of some unconsious desire to get caught, but rather because I was proud of this woman fucking me. I came so hard that night. I bit into her as i came. I had to. I would have cried had I not.She was so beautiful and I never felt I deserved her. She was safe that way.
I don't even remember what the fight was about or whether it was two weeks, two months, or two years after that night. I just know I hadn't seen her since.
My memory was broken by the intercom.
"Attention patients, staff, and visitors. Please be aware that visiting hours will be over in ten minutes."
I shook my head. Shook my mind. I put on my game face and turned the doorknob.
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