eljay_replay

Black T-shirt

“So will you take me back?” She asked.

“That depends. What are you wearing underneath?”

She pulled her sweater off. Black t-shirt. She leaned against the wall on the low single bed, her feet tidily together. My hands began unlacing her tightly binding Chucks. My lips and teeth grazed her smooth, dry ankle bones.

She was an indie queen, and now she’s a paper bag princess. I’ve tousled her hair and laid bare her lower body. The parts of her I’d cast as refuse lie in a perfect pile at the foot of the bed. From where she sits, it looks like a shed persona.

She grabs my face between her palms.

I grab her shirt-tail and tie it in a tight knot above the crack of her buttocks. I grab another two handfuls of her shirt and cling wrap her in it. The shape of her breasts emerge from inside its volume like rocks surfacing from falling tide. I suck their tips through the cotton, leaving two wet, blacker circles.

Cats at play

Jenny started gently jerking me off.

Her typically demure lips surrounded my penis. I let her do her thing and soon she’s busily gathering up my droplets from the underside of my limping penis, the look on her face better than cuming itself.

I had her legs spread-eagled on her yellow oak-colored student-issue desk. My head was making out with her nether regions the way one in a pair of newly-reconciled lovers makes out with the other. Jenny grabs me by the sides of the head and pulls me toward her the way kissing lovers do. Her hips thrusting out like a reciprocating tongue. My tongue finds the next-to-most-sensitive region in her and repeats the sensation of its presence there.

She begins acting like a kitten with an itch against a post. She moans self-indulgently, her hands still at work at the sides of my head. She begins to stroke the hairs there, which are less soft than a cats, but softer than most cacti. I begin rubbing my head back, before rising to kiss her with herself.