She's everything, man. She's everything I've been looking for since I was like fourteen. And we're finally getting married. After years of waiting, we can finally do it. For now, we're just living together. We figure we'd do that before we tied the knot just to micturate sure enough it's going to work.
She's so beautiful. She's about five metrical foot, five inches with bright red dyed hair and the deepest brown eyes anyone has ever seen. And her breasts. They're perfect. They're just the right size of it with the most delicious nipples. Her peel is like silk. And the things I'd like to say about that succulent flower… Well, they're far too pictorial to be written by such a pristine woman.
Yes, I was extremely close-minded before Emily. I listened to a lot of Liszt and Mozart and, on occasion, Trans-Siberian Orchestra. I was a big fan of Lord of the Rings. I'd had sex with one guy the day he proposed to me. Coincidentally, it was also the day he broke up with me. SO I just didn't botheration anymore. Plus, it really hurt. So eff that.
I met Emily at Taco Vanessa Bell, where only the classiest dine. She was with her friend Victoria, who had a snake with her. Dirty tramp, that one was. But this isn't about that stupid person cum dumpster, it's about my gorgeous fiancée and me.
Emily changed my life. I asked her to come over one Night. She had just broken up with her lady friend. Not being gay and only being with one guy for a yr made it unmanageable to number up with direction to console her, but I figured some good old-fashioned girl prison term would do the trick. It always cheered me up. But I had no idea what I was getting into.
She came over in a beautiful red apparel, wielding a heavy-looking rucksack. She went straight for my room and set the backpack down on the floor, carefully. I heard glass clinking and liquid sloshing.
"Emily, what's in that bag ?"I asked in as innocent a voice as I could muster.
"Grape juice,"she replied sarcastically."What do you suppose it is ?"
"Well I don't really know…"I muttered.
"Really ?"She was surprised."Have you never imbibe before ?"
"wellspring ..."
"Wow ! And I bet you've never even seen one of these !"Emily exclaimed while pulling a turgid glass tube with what looked like a radical coming out of it near the bottom.
"It's a bong,"she explained with a smile."Or a piss pipe if you're in a head shop and don't wan na get kicked out."
"Oh ! And you smoke… marihuana with that ?"I asked.
"Yes-sir-ree-ma'am,"she said excitedly."And I'm gon na help you train your low rip !"The spirit on my face must experience said everything because she quickly covered my mouth with her palm and whispered directly into my ear."Don't vexation, babe. I do this all the time."That aroma on her fingerbreadth. Had she just masturbated ?
As soon as the though entered my thinker, I thought I might be sick. I was disgusted. But I was moistening. I bit my tongue hard to get by my view. I gasped and Emily removed her hand.
"What did you do that for ? Welp, we're gon na have to disinfect it. Lem me help you out."She plunged her handwriting into her bag and more clinking ensued. She took her deal out, it now embracing two shot methamphetamine hydrochloride. She lifted another bottle out, this one labeled"Bacardi."She poured enough into each methamphetamine hydrochloride to fill them all the way to the very top. She put one in my hand, keeping one for herself.
"butt up !"she exclaimed, shooting her liquid quickly into her mouthpiece, swallowing, while forcing my hand up, sending my shot directly down my pharynx and burning my gullet badly. And I started to cry.
"Oh, don't be such a pussy,"she said. Pouring two to a greater extent drunkenness.
"No !"I yelled."I'm not doing this anymore !"
"mulct. But you at to the lowest degree have to try this. It's nothing like liquor. You might couch, but that show might also have numbed your throat. You'll be fine. I promise. I won't let you get hurt."And, for some reason, I believed her. Everything felt proper. She was going to call for tending of me.
She dug in her pants and pulled out a quart-sized bag full to the brim with hairy, lime-green nuggets. She pulled a medium-sized one out and broke it up onto a lowly, squiffy piece of theme. She broke up enough to fill the methamphetamine hydrochloride bowl-shaped piece at the end of the radical about ¾ of the way and dumped it right in.
"Now. I'm going to light this. You're going to put your mouth at the end of this and inhale slowly until the smoke is about halfway to the top. Then, I'm going to deplumate this piece out and you're going to pull very quickly. Then you don't need to do anything for the rest of the dark. And I'll be right here. For as long as you need me."
And I almost cried. A single snag rolled down my cheek as I whispered,"thank you."This is what I'd been missing. Someone who cared. Who could ever break up with this woman ? She was so wonderful. I wanted to punch that slut in the face. But I just nodded and put my backtalk to the glass opening.
She lit, I inhaled. She pulled out the spell, I inhaled harder. Just like she said. I kept the smoke in as long as I could before my lungs forced everything out in rage.
Everything blurred as I fell backward. Cleverly, Emily had placed a pillow right where my foreland would land. She knew it was going to materialise. She knew exactly how the entire dark would go. She make all the right hand moves at all the rightfulness time. I knew what her program was, as I lay there helplessly. She'd won.
But don't you think for a second gear that I was raped. I let everything fall out that Nox out of pure free will and I don't rue a moment of it to this day. But we're not even there yet. Don't worry, though. We'll get there soon enough, I promise.
Anyway, so I'm lying there on the floor, staring at my music note-clad cap and realizing that I'm going to fall asleep soon. And I don't want this. Not one bit. So I ask her if she's got anything else."Anything to keep me awaken,"I plead.
"I've got just the affair !"she says throwing up a fist with her index number finger erect. She then delves into her bag's magnanimous pocket and moves to the smaller forepart pocket before pulling out another bag, this one containing several small purple pills."Ex. They're a sort of neopolitan ; a mix. They make everything just feel respectable. The briny ingredient in this batch is coke. That'll give you a nice little rush."
"perfect !"I sit up quickly, grad a pill, and pop it into my mouth.
"It works better if you chew it up. But it tastes like battery acid and an asshole that hasn't been washed in three weeks, so have a drink ready."Luckily I had a water bottle close to me because I'd started chewing before she could adequately warn me. I swallowed the purple moment and chugged, chugged, chugged. Emily did the Same. And we both had the same disgusted look on our faces. It was cute.
"It'll only ingest about thirty hour. succeeding metre, we'll crush ‘ em up and huff ‘ em. That'll make them quetch in faster and hit harder."
So for the next half minute or so, we just talked. She told me the history of her and Chelsea, her ex, and I told her the story of me and Jeffrey. Apparently, Chelsea was sneaking around with capital of Seychelles. Remember her ? She was Emily's best ally. The one with the snake at Taco toll. Fucking cunt.
She wasn't surprised by my taradiddle. rumour had been floating around that he was going to do it. And I didn't believe it at first. But then he proposed to me. Just like everyone said he would. So I get laid exactly what was going to happen. But oh well. I figured I'd just get it out of the way. It's cooler to not be a virgin anyway, right ? I mean, I was twenty-one for Christ's sake.
But back to where we were ! She kissed me. Just like that. All I said was,"I think I feel something,"and her lip were glued to mine.
She broke the kiss and whispered,"oh yeah ?"And that kiss had shocked me. It was lightsome. It was balmy. It was even close-lipped. But I couldn't motion. She touched my cheek and I wanted to cry.
"Emily,"I whimpered.
"Yes, darling ?"she asked quietly.
"fucking me."The words escaped my lips. Or had they ? I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure of anything, really. What had I said ? I forgot. It felt like an entire moment full of concern and erratic thought before she whispered into my ear.
"Are you sure ?"
And I wept like a baby. I was in love. She was the only person I'd ever met that truly cared about me. And I was going to make making love with her. She even understood the tears. She wiped them away, kissed my cheek, and held me.
"I love you, too,"she said. She lifted my shirt up over my forefront and kissed my lips. She cocked and bowed her head, licking my next in a very small area before closing her mouth around it and sucking the surface area into her oral fissure and proceeded to seize with teeth it softly. She let go and did it again on a spot while her hands found their way to the back of my bra and unmake it, letting it fall down to the ground.
She worked her way down my neck opening and started pushing me back into a lying position as she reached my collar bone and continued downward. She kissed around each nipple, being careful to not even brush either one. She was an expert. She licked between my breasts.
I was soaking
And then she did it. She sucked on nipple into her mouth, hard. But she nibbled it ever so softly. So much that it was almost teasing. As she did this, she unbuttoned my gasp. Her spit swirled around my nipple and she unzipped them. She switched nipples and started sliding my bloomers off. She was always preparing for her side by side move. She slipped my bloomers off and shoved her knife into my mouth
I was so ready.
She pulled my step-in down. They stuck to me just a little bit. I just couldn't control myself. They were down around my ankle joint and off in no time, though. Like I said, she was an expert.
She didn't really give me a good deal warning. Shed moved my labia the either side with her power and ring fingers while kissing me deeply. I had to pause it briefly.
"Be gruntle,"I whimpered."Please."
She bowed her head slowly and planted her mouth on my forehead. For a full phase of the moon minute, she kept it there, assuring me. She bowed abject, side by side to my ear and whispered,"I love you."And she penetrated me.
Just one finger, one time was enough. I clenched. My entire body shook. I tried to scream but my voice wasn't working. All that escaped my rima oris was a brusque, high-pitched squeak before my consistence relaxed again. But then she pulled her digit out. And just before it left me, I came. Again.
"Don't,"I wheezed between shallow, aimless hint."Stop."
"Yes ma'am,"she whispered, continuing to feel me. I'd never felt anything like it. But I felt everything."Wan na taste ?"she asked politely.
"Yes, please,"I replied. I'd always wondered. And I had no doubt my gustation buds would be in Eden. And I was right. She pulled her fingerbreadth out of me and placed it into my mouth. She repeated the motion from only a moment ago, but this clock time she did it right under my nuzzle. I loved every second gear of it. Her digit touched the rear of my throat sometimes, and each clip I leaked a little more of my dulcet nectar.
She kissed down the length of my body, making no Chicago in any particular proposition part and completely avoiding anything that was crying for aid. But soon she relieved me. When I thought I might kill her if she went another second base without touching me.
She spread my rim apart, after lathering my second joint with kiss. She gave me one soft, tardily lick right up the center of my fair sex, resting, at the end, just about my clitoris. Then she nudged it again with her spit. And again. And again. And faster. And she was ravaging my clit and I was writhing everywhere. I was convulsing and there was nada I could do about it. I came and I was in heaven. It seemed like a gallon of liquid. It was so unlike anything else.
"Mmmmm,"she delighted."How'd ya know that was my favorite ? smell, I know you can only take one Sir Thomas More. So I'm going to show you how I both give and receive the greatest coming I've ever experienced."
She rummaged through her bag again, but there were no clinks or splash this time as all the glasses and bottles had been removed. Now, this prison term her manus escaped clutching a small, ping teddy bear. aught particular. But something about it made me even moister and more wanting. And she noticed.
"I knew this would work. It always does."
There was a slit in the back of the bear for her hand. She slipped it in and one finger controlled each arm. My wooden leg were spread wide. She explored my unscathed eubstance with it, making it caress each mammilla and embrace each bosom. It roamed until coming to rest on my very kempt and well-managed bush.
One of the stick out's weapon system snuck down. Down between my leg. She applies pressure to differentiate my lips once more. And then it came to rest on my clitoris. And it moved back and Forth River. And I knew instantly that I'd never felt, nor would I ever feel again, anything as divine as this. I came. For what seemed ilk day. I was afraid it might never blockade. And it almost didn't. I'm overconfident it wouldn't have if I hadn't passed out.
I felt one hand realize its way up my trunk and rest with its fingers house around my neck. And then they tightened. And tightened. And tightened. And then there was zippo .