Storming passion - Sex Stories

Storming passion

Under the cover of the deep night, thick, heavy raindrops keep smashing against the window. Silent, sleepily groans join the rhythmical splats of the raindrops against the glass surface while the bed sheets fold and unfold over your body. An overwhelming flash of lightning fills the bedroom with pure light, washing over your sleeping figure, casting shadows on the wall. Your eyes open slightly, softly, slowly; as the room fills once more with pure, heavenly light, accompanied by the far, far away roar of the raging storm. You arch your back, lifting high upon the mattress, starting a squirming yawn, which ends as a soft, long, drowsy moan. Your hands move up your shapely waist. Your thighs, pressed together, grind against each other as they slowly move on different directions. Your red, moist lips open in a big o, letting out a small, sensual moan. It feels like the high point of summer, or at least it seems like that, as your warmth rises from bellow, ready to swallow you whole. It is hell incarnate inside your short, purple shorts, as the soft cotton seems to have changed into a torture device, making the friction between your thighs absolutely unbearable. And you can't stop, you don't want to. The feeling is so bothersome but on the same time, so pleasurable, so needed. The velvet darkness licks your bare skin and you keep tagging your tank top higher and higher, feeling your sensitive, full bloom breasts rubbing against the fabric, adding fuel to your fire. You take your ...

... shirt off, slowly pulling it over your messy, long, dark brown hair. A chilling sensation hits right on target, making your hard, enlarged nipples shiver underneath your open wide jaw. Your hands once again touch down on your soft, warm flesh, lightly but swiftly moving down, along your curves. The fingers of your right hand move over your perky tits, reach your right nipple and push it down harshly, sending jolts of electricity all over your body, from your cloudy brain to you swollen labia. You are already so far gone, lost into need and instinct, finally realizing there can only be one end to this. Fully awake now, you ever so slightly smirk to yourself, feeling your naughtiness building up while you pinch your nipple joyfully. The pain is so tantalizing good, but you can't wait to make it even better, to move to the next level. Your left hand touches your thigh and you drive it down, over your soft, slight curves as you raise your leg. It's weird, you don't usually use to be so sensual, but tonight it feels right to go along the whole ritual. Your flesh is so warm, so smooth under your fingers, as you move them swiftly to your inner thighs and trace your way back up your tensing muscles; meanwhile your leg moves back down. As they go along, your fingers start rising, more and more, until it's just your fingertips making contact with your skin. You slowly spread your legs ever so slightly and your fingers come up, brushing softly against your tight shorts. Another jolt of ...