Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 01 - Sex Stories

Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 01

... market basket of tattooing. The tattooist knew it was a big order that would make him a lot of cash. It was late afternoon before he finished. *** James dropped her off at her Mercedes. Sherri drove home with her new skin illustrations tingling, her tongue feeling strange, her nipples numb, her cunt dripping cum, and her clitoris stiff and sensitive. Sherri arrived home and went straight to her bedroom. She removed her clothes and stood before the mirror. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue. It was a stainless steel stud and was far enough back that it was not noticeable. “Hi, my name is Sherri. Hi, my name is Sherri. My name is Sherri,” she said, to test her speech with the tongue stud. It made her speech difficult. She was dropping syllables. It sounded sexy, she thought. Now I’ve got to work on it, she thought. She didn’t care if Stew discovered it or not. She had no shame. She turned to get a look at her lower back. The multi-colored tribal weave looked sexy. She raised her hair and used a hand mirror to get a good look at the initials on her neck. She saw JM in green letters outlined in red. Then she noticed that further down her back was his special mark, “I Fuck”, in vertical scrolling letters. The lettering went from between her shoulder blades to the center of her back! " Oh! My god! How can I ever wear anything backless in public,” she exclaimed. Her mind retraced the event. Why did I do it? What was in that goblet? Was I drugged? Sherri concluded that ...

... she was completely aware of what she was doing. She went to her medicine cabinet and found her home drug test package. She carefully took the test. It was negative. Her mind went to the wonderful, sensual love making. She reached for a blunt and lit it. She took deep drag and exhaled slowly. As she thought back to James, her hand went to her clitoris. *** That evening Stew was absorbed with a baseball game and beer. She sat on the couch and read Cosmopolitan . She thought about showing him her tongue stud, but decided against it. She went to bed at nine o’clock, and Stew came in at ten. He put his hand on her thigh in an attempt to cuddle. Sherri shoved his hand back. “Not tonight!” she said, and added in her thoughts, and not any other night! She drifted off lying on her side facing Stew. Her back was still tingling. The next morning, Stew was gone when she woke up. She put a blunt to her lips. Her mind went to James and the sensual sex she'd enjoyed. Her clitoris began to grow and her cunt began to get wet. She started to dress. On an impulse she selected something that was open in the back. She slipped on a low-cut miniskirt and a pair of sexy sandals with straps that wound up her legs. She stood before a full length mirror and whirled around. She pinned her hair up to show James' mark on her neck. Does this make me James’ woman? She grinned. The phone rang. “Hello?” Sherri said. “Hi Sherri! It’s me, Veronica!” “Oh hi, sweetie! How’s the cruise?” “It is fantastic! I met ...