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Covems!!! OMG!!! I WANT THEM!!!! I love them, Covems, and I would definitely buy them… and the little bow in the back is adorable. Not to seem pushy… lol …but now I want more colors.
As far as what you do with them when they're finished, I can't help you there. Didn't you read the instructions?
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PafeP.S. Never mind about my toes.
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Marilyn, you have great talent. I've enjoyed all of your work, and purchased most of it.
The lastest one is stunningly beautiful. It's very sexy without being over the top. Now, if you could make matching shoes to go with them… tee hee Keep up the good work.
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PafeHiya's…
That's the idea Covems!! I love you!! Only the bow should be a bit bigger. Boudoir shoes are usually a little flatter in the heel, but since I've never seen any AChat shoes with lower heels, it is probably not possible to do. But I do love this concept with the bow. Make them, make them, make them!!! …lol… I have several pairs in my closet that have bows on them and some that have jewels, so that would be a possibility, too. I'll e-mail you a couple of pictures of what I mean.
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PafeHiya's…
I missed getting in on this one. I will NOT miss getting in on the next one. It's so much fun!!
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PafeHiya's….
Covems, I'm also waiting for the punchline.
I'm liking this design of yours, and I know it would sell. You know I love you… if you could do something with Boudoir Shoes, I'd love you even more. lol I'm thinking of something like this:
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PafeHiya's…
Concerto, I'm loving this!! You have a good sense of humor and the comic is really well done. Please continue it.
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PafeHiya's…
I went straight for the pill bottle on her nightstand. It had a couple of pills left in it, and there were others scattered on the floor. I read the label, Cherie Evans, and it’s something that I can’t pronounce, or remember, but I could read that it said “Take one before going to bed. Sleep aid.” It also had the standard warnings about not operating machinery. Sleeping pills. I got on my hands and knees and picked up as many pills as I could find off the floor and put them back in the bottle, closed the cap and took it back into my room. I put it in my toiletry bag.
“Everything alright in there?” I called in to her, I could see into the bathroom from the connecting doorway.
“Mmmmmm, heavenly.” She answered. I heard the tub water running and figured she’s started to fill it, and then I heard the shower curtain get pulled back. I looked into the bathroom and she was sitting in the tub, with her back to me, suds were starting to appear.
I went back into her room and straightened up the chair and put the lamp back on the bureau. Next I went out on her balcony where I found all the bedding, and her shoes. I picked everything up and brought it back inside. Plopped the bedding on the bed, closed her balcony door, pulled her drapes closed and headed back towards my room with her shoes. I never found her stockings. I spotted her purse between the bed and the nightstand and grabbed that, too.
I got back into my room and put her purse on the other bed and her shoes by the nightstand that was between the two beds. She was still in the tub, so I headed back into her room and looked for her luggage, but I couldn’t find any. I looked in the closet, under the bed, dresser, everywhere I could think of, I must have looked for 10 minutes.
I went back into my room, and she was standing up in the tub, looking directly at me as I entered the doorway. “Paula. What are you doing?” She asked.
“Gathering.” I said. “Just bringing your stuff into this room.” I looked at her and she was wet, glistening in the light, her body was athletic, lean with a great pair of legs. She began to towel herself off, and I noticed that she didn’t have any pubic hair down there.
“What are you doing that for?” She asked.
“I thought you might like to stay here with me tonight. That way neither of us will be alone. It will be just for the night.” I answered. “I found your shoes and purse, but I can’t find your luggage. Do you have any?”
“I don’t know Paula”, Cherie said, “you’ve done enough for me already, and no, I don’t have any luggage with me.”
“Sure, come on, sleep here. We can talk some more, watch some television, it will be fun.” I said. “Oh, that’s right, you said you only had that dress with you. Why no luggage?”
“I didn’t plan on needing any.” She said.
“Why not? What were you going to do? Buy stuff in the hotel without money?” I asked. She had finished drying and came around the corner into the room, with a towel wrapped around her.
Then she just blurted it out. “Paula, don’t you get it? I came here to kill myself.” She said, and started sobbing. “I wanted to go to sleep and not wake up, but I couldn’t even fucking do that right.”
I ran across the room to her and hugged her. “Oh honey, shhhh, it’s okay.” I said quietly to her, I could feel the tears building in my eyes. “It’s all right now. Stay here with me tonight. Everything will work out for you, you’ll see. Life has a way of doing that. All you need to do is do the right thing from here. I’ll help you.”
“I brought sleeping pills with me.” She sobbed.
“You didn’t take any, did you?” I asked, leaning back to look at her.
“I was going to take them all and just go to sleep, but I couldn’t get the damn bottle open. Then when I got it opened I dropped it and the pills went all over the floor. I tried to pick them up, but I was so damn drunk that when I bent over I passed out.” She said while crying.
I was crying now, too. I grabbed her by the arms and shook her, trying to look into her face. “You didn’t take any of the pills, did you?” I asked again, louder.
She continued. “No, I didn’t. I don’t know how long I was laying there. When I woke up, I thought about throwing myself off of the balcony, but I had lost my nerve by then. Then you came out…”
“It’s okay Cherie.” I took her into my arms again. “It’s okay. You’re safe now, and you’re going to stay here with me and we’ll…”
Suddenly, there was a pounding on her room door. Cherie and I looked at each other, I wiped my eyes, then more loud pounding. “Miss Evans. Open up.” A male voice said. More pounding. “Miss Evans. I have security here with me. Open the door or we will open it.”
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In The Beginning
continuedWe were both standing now, when she seem to be finishing, and we were leaning on the balcony railing, still with our blankets around us, I reached for her and gave her a little reassuring hug, she smelled like old booze. Then I said, “Well, they’re not going to kick you out tonight.” We stepped back from each other and I guess she could see something in my expression.
Bedause she said. “I must smell pretty bad, huh? I should probably go take a shower.” She kind of sniffed herself, and then said. “Ewwww. Oh yeah, I stink. I definitely need a shower.”
“Why don’t you use my bathroom here and take a quick shower then take a nice soak. Fill the tub, I have bubble bath with me, you could use that and just soak in it. It will be nice and relaxing for you.” I said to her.
“You carry bubble bath with you?” She asked, smiling that little, crooked smile.
“Hey.” I answered. “You never know when you want one. I do it all the time, a quick shower to clean off and warm the tub, then a nice soak in some bubbles. It feels great.”
“That does sound pretty good, but I only have this dress with me.” She said. “And I have to tell you that I do feel better since we talked. Well, since I talked. You just listened. And, getting cleaned up would definitely be a plus.” She sniffed herself again. “I don’t know what stinks worse, this dress or me.”
“I told you I was a good listener, and I did listen, to everything.” I said. “You’ve had it pretty rough, but I think you can pull out of this. You’re pretty, you seem intelligent, a little tipsy right now, but that will pass.”
“Like the hangover that I’m going to have.” She joked. She almost laughed.
“Look, I have another nightie with me, we’re close to the same size, you can wear that tonight.” I said.
“Really? You would lend me that? You’ve been so kind to me Paula. I don’t know what to say, other than thank you. And if you don’t mind, I think I will take that bubble bath. Are you sure it’s okay if I take it here?”
“Absolutely, I’ve seen what your bathroom looks like over there,” I said, “trust me, you don’t want to go in there. Go ahead, use this one.”
She gave me a little hug, and we went back inside the room. I shut the balcony door and pulled the drapes closed. She went into the bathroom and started running the water in the tub. I went to the bed and felt where it was wet, “Wow”, I thought to myself, “I really soaked it.” I covered it with the blanket.
“Did you say you had shampoo?” I heard her call.
“Yes.” I answered. “The hotel one is okay, but I have a nice herbal one with me. It smells terrific. I’ll get it for you.”
I pulled my bag onto the bed and rummaged through it, found the shampoo and the bubble bath. I took them around the wall to the bathroom, her dress and bra are on the floor near the door and she’s leaning into the tub, testing the water temperature, and she’s naked.
“Here’s the shampoo, and the bubble bath.” I said, trying not to look at her, but I can’t help but noticing that she has a body to die for. Fit, slender, and curves in all the right places, and her breasts are awesome. Round, full with those perky type of nipples that look like they are always erect.
“Sorry”, Cherie said, covering her privates with one hand, and taking the shampoo with the other, “I’m used to undressing with a room full of girls. I didn’t mean to shock you.”
She took the two bottles. “Thanks Paula.” She said. “Would you mind if I left the door open? I get a little claustrophobic in these little bathrooms.”
“No.” I answered. “I won’t mind, beside, we can talk better this way.”
She got into the tub and closed the shower curtain and I heard the shower go on. I saw my chance and ran next door to her room.
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In The Beginning
continuedCherie and I entered my room, her ahead of me, and I heard the sound of moaning coming from the television. “Oh My God!” I thought, “I left it on!” I could feel myself blushing.
“Whoa!” Cherie said, stopping in front of the television. “Interesting choice of programming you have there, Paula.”
I looked at the screen and there were two different women now, on their knees, naked and they’re butt to butt sharing one of those double dildos. I ran to the bed for the remote, and pulled the blanket back, but couldn’t find it. I glanced at Cherie and she’s standing in front of the set, watching the action. She was holding her left elbow with her right hand and her left hand was holding her chin.
“Sorry.” I said, still looking for the remote. “I’ll turn it off. I usually don’t watch that sort of thing, I don’t even know why I was watching it.”
She didn’t say anything, just kept staring at the screen. Finally I found the remote under the bed a little ways, I grabbed it and frantically pointed it at the TV and pressed a button. Nothing happened, the women were still enjoying their dildo, and Cherie was still watching them. I whacked the side of the remote a couple of times with my hand and pressed the button again. Still nothing, then I realized I had the remote pointed the wrong way and turn it around and finally pressed the off button. The screen went blank.
Cherie turned away from the television and now I saw she was looking at my bed. I followed her gaze and… Oh My God! The bed was visibly wet from my earlier activities.
“Hey.” Cherie said, sensing my embarrassment. “It’s Vegas, don’t worry about it.” She looked at me and our eyes met. I saw something in her eyes that I didn’t quite understand, they were bloodshot, but there was also a softness to her gaze that made me smile. She smiled back at me, a funny, little, crooked smile. “Would you rather talk out on the balcony?” She asked.
“Yes”, I said, “but you better bring a blanket with you. It’s getting chilly out there.” She took the blanket from the other bed, and I grabbed mine. We went onto the balcony, wrapped our blankets around ourselves and settled into the lounge chairs. She seemed a little hesitant so I began with the usual questions.
“Where are you from?” I asked.
“New Jersey.” She answered.
“Really! Me too. What part of Jersey?”
We came to discover that Cherie and I lived close to each other. Her in one county of New Jersey and I in the neighboring county. Our high schools played sports against each other. “Small world sometimes, isn’t it?” I asked.
She said it was, and began to open up about her life and how she got to this point. She kind of rambled through everything. Her childhood, school times, after graduation. She told me about her marriage. She had one of those types you read about, a really hot, fast romance that burns like a rocket, only to explode in the end, she got out of that, but lost custody of their daughter. She pursued a dancing career, auditions, disappointments, seedy characters. People taking advantage of her, promising her things that never came true. Betrayals. She’d been through a lot in a short amount of time. She had lost her job, dancing at one of the other hotels, no one was going to hire her, her agent cancelled her contract, she was drinking too much and she was down to her last couple of dollars. She told me she didn’t have enough to even pay for the room, and had put it on her credit card that was pretty much maxed out. She expected to get kicked out of the hotel tomorrow, and didn’t know where to turn.
I listened to everything, only injecting a few yes’s and no’s, nodding my head, but paying attention. There were times though, where I could only concentrate on her eyes, there was something in there that was mesmerizing to me. Something fascinated me, although I didn’t know what it was, I just wanted to know more about her.
September 23, 2013 at 6:46 pm in reply to: Rotational MF & LBGT ( Lesbian, Bi, Gay, Transgender ) Pose Releases. #101673Hiya's…
Of course I'm going to vote yes.
As some of you know, I tried a similar poll as a petition that I had hoped AChat would take notice of. However, when I saw that the Erotic Story Contest had more support than the poll did, not only did it disappoint me, it got me wondering why.
Since he deals in numbers and trends, I sought out Covems for a discussion. He brought up a point that made sense to me why the poll/petition was unsuccessful. There is a turn over rate on AChat that I never took into consideration.
Covems, Satoire and I started AChat around the same time, and we've noticed that there are only about 20 members (during the times we are on) that were here when we started. That means that many members have come and gone. With a lot of new members replacing the older ones, and one thing about being new, you don't notice the disparity of the poses. I know I didn't… I was like a kid in a candy store, with everything so fresh and new. So the status quo was okay with me… makes me wonder how many others are okay with the way things are.
True HB, as I don't play group , or if I did it would most likely be MMF LOL
Sadly, that means you never experienced a Covems / Norwich threesome. The jokes alone were worth going into a room for. LOL
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PafeHiya's…
In The Beginning
continued“Leave me alone.” She said, peering into the crack of the door. Her room was dark, but I could see her from the light in my room.
I looked in at her, she was still wearing that black dress, and oh my God, she was a mess, I could see that her forehead had dried blood on it and it had ran down her face along the right side of her nose. I pushed my way in a little, opening the door wider before she stopped it.
“You’re bleeding.” I said, pushing on the door a little harder. “You’re hurt. Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yes”, she said, fingered where her tears had mixed with the blood and looked at it on her fingers, then said, “No, I don’t know. No.”
“Let me help you.” I said, opening the door all the way now, she had stepped back a little. I glanced around the room, it’s dark but there’s enough light to see that it’s a mess, too. The chair was turned on its side, there was an unlit lamp on the floor, the bed had everything off of it. I reached for her head to see why she was bleeding and she knocked my hand away.
“Don’t.” Was all she said.
“Let me look.” I said, using my best Mommy voice. The instincts were beginning to take over and I needed to see what the injury was. I moved my hands slowly to her head, and said “Shhhh”, she let me hold it and look. “I really can’t see much, there’s a lot of blood. What happened?”
She began sobbing again, “I don’t know.” She wiped the tears from her eyes, and smeared some of the blood onto her cheek.
“Let me get a wash cloth so I can clean the blood away.” I went into her bathroom, and I stopped at the doorway, ewwwwww, it was really awful. Water (I think) on the floor, something that was probably vomit in the tub, I mean a real mess. I didn’t want to go in there, and I was afraid to use the towels or washcloths. So I went into my room, found my toiletry bag and got out my tube of Neosporin, and then got a clean wash cloth and the little plastic ice bucket. I put some water in the ice bucket, dipped the cloth in it and went back to her.
She was sitting on the bed now, I flicked on one of the headboard lights, and then I approach her, put the tube and ice bucket on the bed and got to work. I cleaned most of the dried blood from her hair, dipping the washcloth in the water, she winced as I cleaned around the cut. “Sorry. It’s not so bad”, I told her, “it’s just a little cut. It’s not bleeding now, so I don’t think it needs stitches. Head cuts always bleed a lot.”
“Are you a nurse or something?” She asked.
“No.” I replied. “Just a mother, but believe me, I have experience with cuts.”
So I got her cleaned up and she seemed to be calming down, relaxing a little. I looked into her face and smiled at her, my eyes went from her cut to her eyes to her mouth then back to her eyes.
“You’re going to have a bump there, we should get some ice for it.” I said. “You don’t know how you cut your head?” I looked around the room as I talked to her, and held the wash cloth on the cut. I saw a half full bottle of vodka that was missing its cap on the bureau. There was some sort of prescription pill bottle lying on its side on the night stand next to the bed. There were pills scattered on the floor. The bedding was on the balcony, including the pillows. No answer. I tried a different tact.
“What’s your name?” I asked softly, still looking around the room.
“Cherie.” She answers, I could feel her relaxing.
“Hello Cherie, I’m Paula.” I said. “Paula Baker.”
“Hello Paula, thank you.” She said very softly, and then she murmured something I didn’t quite catch.
“Would you like to tell me what it is that’s bothering you?” I asked, again using my best Mommy voice, while I’m using a clean part of the wash cloth and brushing her face where the blood has dried. “I promise, I won’t judge you, I’ll just listen. I’m a good listener. Sometimes it helps to just get all those thoughts out of you.” I decided that I was correct in my earlier assumption. She was very pretty.
“You got all night?” She asked, I could hear a little humor in her question, and a small, wry smile came to her lips.
“I have as long as it will take.” I answered, dropping my hands, still holding the wash cloth, into my lap. I took up the tube of Neosporin, removed the cap and placed a little on my finger, closed the tube and dropped it back on the bed.
“What’s that?” Cherie asked.
“Antiseptic.” I answered, dabbing the ointment on the cut. “It helps to keep it from getting infected.”
“You really are a mother.” She said.
“Come on.” I say, rising up and holding my hand out to her. “Let’s move next door, where it’s a little more comfortable.”
She stood up a little steadier than I had expected, and made a move for the vodka bottle. “Leave that here”, I said to her, holding my hand out to her, “don’t have a drink now, wait a little while.”
“Okay.” She said, “Later.” Then she took my hand, wavered a little, looked me in the eye and smiled a little smile at me, “I can wait.” I took one more look around before putting my arm around her shoulder and leading her through the door. “Wow”, I thought, “she really trashed this place.”
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In The BeginningcontinuedI rose up with a start, got up, went to the balcony door and pulled open the drapes. The first thing I saw was the view of Las Vegas, and it was beautiful. Realizing that I was still naked, I went and got my nightie off of the other bed and put it on, and then I opened the sliding door and step out onto the balcony, taking in the view and looking around for what caused the noise. Everything looked fine. “It must have come from somewhere else.” I thought.
Now that the sun had been down for awhile it was cooling off outside, which was surprising to me because it had been so hot. That was one of the things I did not consider on this trip, was how hot it was going to be. I didn’t realize, until I was there, that I would be in the desert in the summer. I think the temperature was 102 when I got off the plane. But that night was warm, but cooling off and the city was so beautiful. I could see the traffic on the road in front of the AChat Casino and people walking about. There was a cushioned, steel lounge chair on the balcony, two of them actually, and a small table that was bolted to the floor. I sat in one of the chairs, with my legs up and just relaxed. “Maybe it’s going to be a good trip after all.” I thought.
Beginning to feel chilly, I went inside and took the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around me and got back into the lounger on the balcony, it was so beautiful out there, I just wanted to soak it all in. It was somewhere around 11 PM, and I was starting to drift off a little, when I heard the unmistakable sound of someone sobbing. I thought maybe it was someone’s television I was hearing and closed my eyes again, but it persisted. I sat up a bit trying to listen to hear which direction it was coming from. Now there was a moaning sound in between the sobs. “Someone’s crying.” I thought.
The sobbing is getting louder, as if it’s coming towards me. That’s when I realized “Oh great. It’s my neighbor.”
The crying got softer and I tried to block it out, but I was tuned into it, and I couldn’t help but hear it. I heard the person next door shuffling on the balcony and then the sound of a whack! That was followed by a small squeal and even louder crying, then the sound of a thud as if the person fell. I could not take it anymore.
“Are you okay over there?” I asked. Silence… then some sobbing.
“Did you hurt yourself?” Again asking. More silence… more sobbing.
“Would you like me to call someone?” That one got a response.
“No. Please don’t do that.” I heard her reply. She started to say something else, but started crying instead.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked again. “You have been crying for a while.” “Is there something I can do?” “Would you like to talk about it?”
“About what?” she asked.
“Whatever it is that has upset you.” I answered. “I’m a good listener. We’ll just talk.”
“No.” She said… and more sobbing.
“Please”, I said “I’m not going to get much sleep knowing that you’re over there crying.”
“I’m not crying.” She said a little more firmly.
“Yeah, right.” I had enough. I got up… rewrapped the blanket around me and tried to peer around the wall that separated the two balconies. No good. I couldn’t see her. So I went to the door that separated the two rooms, and opened the one on my side and knocked. No answer… I knocked louder. Still no answer. I went back out on the balcony and asked, “Are you still there?”
“Go away.” Was the answer.
“Please talk to me.” I said. “Look, I’m going to knock on the door again… and I’m going to knock until either you open it or security comes up to see what all the noise is.”
I didn’t wait for her answer, I went straight to the door, throwing my blanket on the bed as I passed by it, and began knocking… almost pounding. I heard a crash from the other side, then silence. I began knocking again, then I heard the deadbolt unlock, and then the door opened slightly.
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Good bye James… I never really got to know you either, but like the others, I wish you happiness in whatever you do.
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PafeHiya…
Welcome Trixy and I'm glad you posted here in the Forum. Please continue to post here and share your thoughts and ideas with us. It's a great way for people to get to know you.
I look forward to chatting with you.
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In The Beginning
continuedWatching these two women on the screen though, was waking something up in me that had been sleeping a long, long time. I knew I should stop watching, I wanted to stop watching, but I could not take my eyes away. I felt myself wanting to be in there, to be with them, either of them, both of them. My hands roamed my body, gentle touches, little caresses. I was following the lead of the dark haired woman in the scene, what she was doing to the other one’s body I was doing to mine with my hands. They were still dancing together in each other’s arms, a nice, slow dance. Their hands were exploring each other, caressing their faces, nibbling on each other’s necks. They would stop, embrace and kiss. I could almost feel their kisses, their caresses, their pleasure. The lighter haired woman tugged at the straps of her lover’s chemise and it fell from her shoulders, exposing soft, creamy colored skin, then she pushed it all the way down. It fell to the floor and the dark haired one stepped out of it. Her nipples were dark and erect, the other’s hand slid across one, squeezing the breast ever so lightly. I felt my own hand sliding across my breasts, I was imagining how it felt to be her, to find myself being consumed with her passion. They kissed again, and I wanted to be kissed.
The dark haired one now pulled the hem up from the bottom of her lover’s chemise over her head, tossing the garment away, and using both hands took the lighter haired one’s breasts into her hands, leaned in and flicked her tongue across a nipple. I felt so hot. She did it again. I felt hotter. She switched over to the other breast and placed her mouth fully on the breast, sucking the nipple into her mouth. The lighter haired one leaned her head back and I could feel the pleasure she was experiencing, holding her lover’s head in her arms, bringing her even closer as if she could take more of that breast into her mouth.
I felt so hot, so burning with desire. I practically ripped my nightie from my body and threw it onto the other bed. My hands began roaming my body, fingers exploring, caressing myself. I was riveted to the action on the screen, which was now really heating up.
They got into a side by side sixty-nine position on the floor and buried their heads between the other’s legs. Their pussies were shaved, and their tongues were sliding in and out, up and down. Licking, nibbling, biting each other. Hands moving everywhere. As were my hands moving lower, across my clitoris to the wet folds of my vagina. I was so wet, wetter than I had been in quite a while. My finger found its way in. It felt so good, I closed my eyes, listening to the moaning and sucking and kissing sounds coming from the television. I could tell they were moving faster, getting closer to their climax. I had myself right on the edge with them. In that place where, you know, where one more little touch will bring on your orgasm. I backed off a little, let it subside a little, wanting to wait for my two lovers on the screen. I wanted to cum with them, because of them.
They moved around and got into a scissors type position. Their pussies touching and they moved back and forth, spreading their wetness everywhere on each other. The lighter haired one reached down and slowly pressed two fingers into the other. I pushed two fingers into me. Moving them in and out, watching the action of my two lovers. Again, I got right to the edge of orgasm, and again I back it down a little. She pulled her fingers out and slid them into her lover’s mouth, letting the dark haired one taste herself. I slid my fingers along my tongue, tasting myself, then I sucked on them. I tasted good, and felt so sexy, so naughty. I pushed them back into myself. I was on fire.
They were really going at it now, and I was right there, along for the ride with them. The dark haired one’s face began to get that look, I could see she was as close to orgasm as I was. Now the lighter haired one’s body began to convulse, they began moaning, almost crying. They were cumming and so was I. I felt my legs twitch and straighten, my toes curled, my knees bent pulling my legs up. I exploded with pleasure. Little lights flashed behind my eyelids, wave after wave of pure pleasure crashed over me, I could feel my body arching up from the bed. I couldn’t hear my two lovers anymore, only my own panting, my gasping for air, the rush of pulse in my ears, I was back on the bed. I felt another climax coming on, building again, that feeling once more of being right on the edge. I didn’t hold this one back, I couldn’t hold this one back. I arched up again as another wave of ecstasy poured over me, I knew I was moaning, but trying to keep it soft, trying to keep it quiet, biting the pillow, legs kicking a little. My hands were shaking as I lowered myself back to the bed and caressed my body, slowly, lightly. The feelings of lust were subsiding in me, my senses began returning. My breathing was returning to normal. I felt so good, so relaxed. I looked at the screen and my two lovers were in an embrace, snuggling next to each other. I wanted to be there with them, between them as they held me, our hands would be caressing each other, we would be kissing, cuddling together, floating along on that cloud. I knew I was a mess, and my practical side said that I should clean up, but I didn’t care, I could feel a dream coming on, I closed my eyes and I began to drift off, drifting into that place between awake and dreaming.
“CRASH” came from outside my balcony door.
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