AlphabetSoup
Virgin
- Joined
- Sep 14, 2005
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- 11
Hi there,
I see I'm only supposed to post 300-500 words, so here's about half of it. Any ideas for title/description that'll let people know it's going to be short, minimals & fairly mild (gets kinker though. think it has to go in BDSM category). is it way TOO minimalist?
dialog paragraphing & tagging comprehensible?
Should I stop bothering you all and find myself a volunteer editor to answer these questions?
Anyway... here goes. I've never publically posted any porn before!
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We must be a little drunk; we haven’t even closed the front door, and she’s up against the wall, coat fallen at her feet, hands moving vaguely, like she’s not sure whether to clutch at me or steady herself. I haven’t even unbuttoned her blouse, but it’s thin, and the bra underneath (hardly necessary) is flimsy lace, so I can get a good grip on her nipples. I’ve never twisted them this hard before. I can’t tell if it hurts – surely the lace pattern abrades her with each squish or roll? (God, I’ll never get over the look of those slender nipples on her little teenager’s tits) – I can’t tell if it hurts, but I think she’s digging it. A little harder, some quick tugging, and her legs start to give way. Luckily she has some support, because I’ve maneuvered my knee between her thighs.
“How do you…? You’re not supposed to be able to do this!”
“Huh?”
“Through my bra… I mean I’m... I could…”
“And through your jeans.”
“Yessssss” she whispers, closing her eyes, opening her mouth, continuing to hump my leg.
When I start to unbutton her jeans she cooperates, steps out of her shoes, wriggles out of the jeans, but slides a look towards the darkened driveway and asks if she can lock the door. With her back turned, sky-blue underpants just visible under the tails of the blouse, how can I resist moving over and encircling her from behind? She reaches behind me for the bulge in my pants, goes up on tip-toe trying to feel it against her ass. I oblige, hunker down, whisper into her ear, “Do you want me to fuck you?” She shakily nods. “I’m going to fuck my little girl.” She lowers her head, rests it against the door.
She says “Saul?”
I have my hands under the blouse, on her hips, tracing her waistband. She says, “I want you to fuck me so bad. I want… first… would you… my nipples… more?”
I know she can hear I’m smiling. “Your nipples more?”
“What you were doing just now. Can we do that? More. Please.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Ummm”
* * *
From her bed, where she now reclines naked & slightly smiling, her eyes follow me round the room, but she looks away when I tell her to play with her nipples. I tell her how much I love it when she gets shy like this. She uses the backs of her knuckles, brushing only the tips. “How must I…?”
I see I'm only supposed to post 300-500 words, so here's about half of it. Any ideas for title/description that'll let people know it's going to be short, minimals & fairly mild (gets kinker though. think it has to go in BDSM category). is it way TOO minimalist?
dialog paragraphing & tagging comprehensible?
Should I stop bothering you all and find myself a volunteer editor to answer these questions?
Anyway... here goes. I've never publically posted any porn before!
------------------------------------------------------------
We must be a little drunk; we haven’t even closed the front door, and she’s up against the wall, coat fallen at her feet, hands moving vaguely, like she’s not sure whether to clutch at me or steady herself. I haven’t even unbuttoned her blouse, but it’s thin, and the bra underneath (hardly necessary) is flimsy lace, so I can get a good grip on her nipples. I’ve never twisted them this hard before. I can’t tell if it hurts – surely the lace pattern abrades her with each squish or roll? (God, I’ll never get over the look of those slender nipples on her little teenager’s tits) – I can’t tell if it hurts, but I think she’s digging it. A little harder, some quick tugging, and her legs start to give way. Luckily she has some support, because I’ve maneuvered my knee between her thighs.
“How do you…? You’re not supposed to be able to do this!”
“Huh?”
“Through my bra… I mean I’m... I could…”
“And through your jeans.”
“Yessssss” she whispers, closing her eyes, opening her mouth, continuing to hump my leg.
When I start to unbutton her jeans she cooperates, steps out of her shoes, wriggles out of the jeans, but slides a look towards the darkened driveway and asks if she can lock the door. With her back turned, sky-blue underpants just visible under the tails of the blouse, how can I resist moving over and encircling her from behind? She reaches behind me for the bulge in my pants, goes up on tip-toe trying to feel it against her ass. I oblige, hunker down, whisper into her ear, “Do you want me to fuck you?” She shakily nods. “I’m going to fuck my little girl.” She lowers her head, rests it against the door.
She says “Saul?”
I have my hands under the blouse, on her hips, tracing her waistband. She says, “I want you to fuck me so bad. I want… first… would you… my nipples… more?”
I know she can hear I’m smiling. “Your nipples more?”
“What you were doing just now. Can we do that? More. Please.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Ummm”
* * *
From her bed, where she now reclines naked & slightly smiling, her eyes follow me round the room, but she looks away when I tell her to play with her nipples. I tell her how much I love it when she gets shy like this. She uses the backs of her knuckles, brushing only the tips. “How must I…?”