write your own snippet of a trashy romance novel
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Originally Posted by DrGonzo
She leaned over and
spat in his ear. Then, taking her time, savouring the sudden quickness of his breath, she pressed her digit to his earhole, pausing for a moment as he shuddered. she thrust her tounge deep in his canal as his leg spasmd with pleasure like a scratched hound. she slurped and dug his hole until it overflowed with frothy spit. she scooped the drool with 2 manicured fingers, nails blood red, and ladelled it onto his quivering bottom lip. he recoiled momentarily, but taken by the moment he suckled greedily at the offering, clinging to the dumpster.
"now worm" she commanded,
write your own snippet of a trashy romance novel
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"now worm" she commanded,
"Turn around. Put your hands up on the wall, and lean over." Nervously, still shaking from the previously stimulating invasion, he did as he was told. As he turned to face the bricks, he felt something cold tracing down his naked back. He couldn't tell what it was from the feel of it, but when he tried to turn and look at the object, it was lifted from his skin and brought back down with a resounding THWACK! Pain blossomed across his body; he had been to enough parties to recognize a riding crop. Good lord, what have I gotten myself into now? he wondered, as the leather began its slow, torturous journey across his back.
"Mmm...its been a while since I've had such a handsome toy to play with," the woman murmered devilishly. "I'll bet you're wondering where I learned this from, aren't you?" she asked as she gave him another solid strike across the back of his thigh; he felt it even through the tough denim of his jeans.
He was shaking now; the pain had brought back some memories of a girl he once knew; the girl who had taught him, rather forcefully, that pain could be just as much fun as pleasure.
"Please, please don't make me do this, not here, I can't..." he moaned, still facing the wall.
WHACK! "Can't what? You don't think you can take this little old whip of mine?" she asked. He heard the unmistakeable sound of a zipper; still not daring to turn his head, he was nonetheless surprised to feel her breasts pressed against his back and her arms around his chest. Her cool skin felt agonizingly wonderful on his abused back, and he gasped aloud at the sensation. Her hands travelled across his bare front, and made their way down to the obscene bulge in his pants. Despite how much he hated admitting control, he knew that she would have her way with him tonight. Her hands stroked over his crotch gently, teasing him more than he could stand.
He felt her breath hot on his ear...
My msn is [email protected], GB; I'm working on some more of that cowboy story that I might post later (if its still appropriate by the time I'm done, that is)
write your own snippet of a trashy romance novel
[QUOTE=DrGonzoHe felt her breath hot on his ear...[/QUOTE]
, it swept across the spit oasis like a dry desert wind. What felt like a well moisturised camel toe, massaged the back of his neck.
