| Straight: Strangers: Adonis (1/2) |
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It has been an exasperating day. None of the new designs seem to become what Marge envisioned, her head assistant hadn’t shown up, no call or message, nothing. Now at home in her apartment, she realizes she needs to do the wash, dirty dishes in the sink, and she is alone once again. Where was this prince charming she’d dreamed about when she was younger? Damn it’s the shits to be successful…but alone. Then her doorbell rings, and upon opening the door there stands an Adonis. She freezes, not knowing what to say, or ask. He seems to sense this, and is hypnotized by her lack of clothing, dressed in only her teddy, gorgeous body, and lovely facial features, until finally he asks, “This isn’t Fawn Callahan’s apartment? Oh, I’m sorry, I wonder where she lives.” Poor Marge’s emotions and voice responding before her brain shifts into gear, blurts out, “Come in, possibly we can find her, or replace her…” What a forward thing to tell a total stranger. He acts as if he didn’t hear that, and says, “I’m Rob, and you?” “Marge. Please may I get you a drink?” “No, I see all I want for now.” Of all the brazen acts, he pulls her to him and kisses her lips, pressing hard, holding her tight against his body, as poor Marge, startled, pleasantly surprised, and thanking whatever deity for this impossible dream, melts in his arms, gasps, and sighs as she exhales the gasp. As if in another dimension, she’s led to the couch, set down, his lips that were pressed against hers, now moving around her soft lips, his tongue darting in and around the inside of her mouth, his hand covering her breasts, and moving effortlessly between them. Somehow her hand, as if having a mind of its own, finds his erect penis, pulls it out and is replaced by her lips, lightly sucking it, while her hand gently fondles his testicles. It is as if nothing else exists except this perfectly sized penis, her lips, mouth and throat as Marge sucks it deep and holds it as long as she can, before lifting slowly, until its head is just inside her lips. Then plunging down quickly, creating, from him, an audible gasp, followed by a moaning sigh accompanied by, “Ooohhh…my god…” In movements that seem unreal Marge finds herself lying under her Adonis and feeling his ever so stiff prick sliding into her vaginal pit, until it is all the way in, deep within her body, then stops, only their breathing and Marge’s slight movement in her pelvis having it slide just a bit back and forth. Every breath she takes is a sighing moan as they lay there, lips locked tightly together, or alternately lightening and moving around one another’s, his tongue teasing her lips and tongue, then she feels her orgasm building into what may be the clash of cymbals at the end of some classical number. Her legs and arms warped around him, as if to hold him so he does not vanish as he appeared. No words have been spoken since they told one another their names, during this totally improbable and impossible dream of a romantic moment in time. As he starts moving his pelvis slowly, causing his cock to move, deep, in her now so very creamy wet pussy, Marge’s breathing becomes deeper, rapid, half gasps, and half near hyperventilating a long, “Yessss,” Escapes from her lips, he covers her one breast |
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