loneknight
05-08-2003, 06:05 PM
well all this is a story iwrotew tell me what you htink whould you its one of my crappy ones but i hope youl iek yall let mek now ok
Nocturnal Encounter
…Meca lay quietly in Clayton’s room, awaiting his arrival. How she had longed for this moment for all these years. The smell of candle wax and patchouli flooded the room, low music in the background. In the distance she hears the front door open and his feet stumbling up the stairs. Meca giggles quietly remembering a herd of elephants with his tired stammer. She gets up and leans upon his black smooth wrought iron frame.
Click click. Clayton drops his bag… completely oblivious to her efforts.
“Baby it was so busy tonight… none stop til close.”
“Mhhmmmmm.” Meca walks up behind him and teasingly kisses his earlobe. Clay turns around, kisses Meca softly, and then notices. Smiling innocently, she pulls Clay towards her… backing slowly toward the bed. She nibbles on his bottom lip slightly, gliding his work shirt up and over his head. His hands ran coarsely threw her dark hair. She pushes him on the bed roughly, pinning him down. Cuffing his hands to the bed frame, Meca lavishes his body with kisses. Clay writhes in torture, watching Meca slowly undo her burgundy brocade corset and garter belt. Slowly she slides down his body and smiles. Teasingly she licks the tip of his hard member, looking up at him over the top of black wire glasses. Meca smiles slightly, enjoying the torture he’s going through. She slowly encloses his warm cock in her mouth, treating it like it was a popsicle on a hot summer day. As he head falls back she lets off and straddles above him, laying her soft wet sex on him. He bucks wildly. Gliding her hands up his along his arms, she uncuffs him. Clay grabs hold of her, kissing roughly, making way down her neck. Nibbling her nipples softly he flips her over. Meca’s nails drag across Clayton’s back, making him growl slightly. Clayton caresses her body with kisses, his smooth hands smoothing her thighs, making their way to her hot shaven sex. Teasingly her clit roughly, he kisses down her body, nestling his head near her crotch. His warm breath made her want him more than ever. His fingers separate her lips softly, and his warm tongue flicks her clit repeatedly. Meca purrs loudly.
“Harder.”
Clayton’s dark eyes looked up at her. So eager she look, so demanding were her words. His tongue caressed her soft pink sweetness, making her hands tighten on the sheet, making moan louder than before. She pulls his face up to hers, kissing his lips, his face, his neck.
“Now, please now.”
Meca felt his stiff member enter, making her body tremble. He moved slowly in her, looking into her dark brown eyes, seeing the pleasure, seeing the joy. Her nails drag down his back. Meca breathes heavier, arching her back more. They moved in unison, sweat pouring down their bodies. Clayton moved faster, Meca’s moans quicken. Flashes of memories from a time before go before their eyes. Warm sunsets in each others arms, a time more pure and peaceful. Where their love rang loud, not muffled by modern worlds taboo. Their hands clasped tightly, climaxing simultaneously. She holds Clayton tight to her, listening to his heart beat. Meca sighs quietly. Clayton looks down at her.
“I love you Meca.”
“Love you too.”
Nocturnal Encounter
…Meca lay quietly in Clayton’s room, awaiting his arrival. How she had longed for this moment for all these years. The smell of candle wax and patchouli flooded the room, low music in the background. In the distance she hears the front door open and his feet stumbling up the stairs. Meca giggles quietly remembering a herd of elephants with his tired stammer. She gets up and leans upon his black smooth wrought iron frame.
Click click. Clayton drops his bag… completely oblivious to her efforts.
“Baby it was so busy tonight… none stop til close.”
“Mhhmmmmm.” Meca walks up behind him and teasingly kisses his earlobe. Clay turns around, kisses Meca softly, and then notices. Smiling innocently, she pulls Clay towards her… backing slowly toward the bed. She nibbles on his bottom lip slightly, gliding his work shirt up and over his head. His hands ran coarsely threw her dark hair. She pushes him on the bed roughly, pinning him down. Cuffing his hands to the bed frame, Meca lavishes his body with kisses. Clay writhes in torture, watching Meca slowly undo her burgundy brocade corset and garter belt. Slowly she slides down his body and smiles. Teasingly she licks the tip of his hard member, looking up at him over the top of black wire glasses. Meca smiles slightly, enjoying the torture he’s going through. She slowly encloses his warm cock in her mouth, treating it like it was a popsicle on a hot summer day. As he head falls back she lets off and straddles above him, laying her soft wet sex on him. He bucks wildly. Gliding her hands up his along his arms, she uncuffs him. Clay grabs hold of her, kissing roughly, making way down her neck. Nibbling her nipples softly he flips her over. Meca’s nails drag across Clayton’s back, making him growl slightly. Clayton caresses her body with kisses, his smooth hands smoothing her thighs, making their way to her hot shaven sex. Teasingly her clit roughly, he kisses down her body, nestling his head near her crotch. His warm breath made her want him more than ever. His fingers separate her lips softly, and his warm tongue flicks her clit repeatedly. Meca purrs loudly.
“Harder.”
Clayton’s dark eyes looked up at her. So eager she look, so demanding were her words. His tongue caressed her soft pink sweetness, making her hands tighten on the sheet, making moan louder than before. She pulls his face up to hers, kissing his lips, his face, his neck.
“Now, please now.”
Meca felt his stiff member enter, making her body tremble. He moved slowly in her, looking into her dark brown eyes, seeing the pleasure, seeing the joy. Her nails drag down his back. Meca breathes heavier, arching her back more. They moved in unison, sweat pouring down their bodies. Clayton moved faster, Meca’s moans quicken. Flashes of memories from a time before go before their eyes. Warm sunsets in each others arms, a time more pure and peaceful. Where their love rang loud, not muffled by modern worlds taboo. Their hands clasped tightly, climaxing simultaneously. She holds Clayton tight to her, listening to his heart beat. Meca sighs quietly. Clayton looks down at her.
“I love you Meca.”
“Love you too.”