The Naked Beauty: Weeping Beauty - Sex Stories

The Naked Beauty: Weeping Beauty

... stealthy stir of his hand. Then he kissed her brow in silence. “Don’t be afraid. I am not going to hurt you again. I will be wary of whatever thing I will be doing to you.” “Why does sex hurt oftentimes, Brandon? Particularly to us, women?” “You want to know why it hurts to eat something sweet?” Mila nodded her head without a sound, like she was a ghost. “Love is consistently like that. There is no love without pain. If there was no pain, love wouldn’t be strong and solid. As there is agony, love gets fortified and vitalized to the degree where it is not easy to break or wreck. That is why sex sometimes hurts, principally to you women.” First, he was slow-moving. As time lapsed, he swelled his pace and might. Mila hastily shut her eyes and rested her head on the pillow beneath her. She moved her hands behind him and steadfastly clutched his hindquarters. In the meantime, he slid in and then out of her, getting her ready for the actual thing that was soon to commence. She didn’t like crying during sex. It was a habit she couldn’t find a remedy to. Her tears were stubborn and obstinate. They every time gushed out on their own against her willpower. After Brandon had picked up that he could pump in faster than he was now doing, he spaced Mila’s legs further apart and persistently slammed in and then out. She was so thrilled she could only keep her head unmoving where she had laid it. She could feel the cranium of his penis stroking the depths of her vagina and bestirring all ...

... range of tastes and sentiments that only sex can excite. Brandon arched himself again. His breath rippled into her face slickly. Every breath he made; every sweat that plummeted off his skin—it breezed across her skin and crashed down on her. As he went on and on, she clutched his buttocks the firmer, vowing to herself she was going to latch on to him with all the might she possessed. Yes; even if it would cost her final breath. “Mila, you are very sweet.” The words were like honey spilling into her ears. She could not fight back the influence they had on her. Her heart melted at once. “Brandon, you are killing me with your words, do you know that?” “I don’t think that killing you is the correct phrase for this. What I have in mind is to win and bewitch you to myself. You are solely mine and you belong to no one else.” “I love you; so much that words are not suffice to express the emotions I feel for you.” “I love you more than you love me. Tonight, I don’t want us to argue. I just want us to make love and do nothing else. Promise me you are not going to leave me tonight; that you won’t run away from me so that I will be sleepless and troubled hunting you back into my life. I want you here inside my bed with me, Mila. Don’t go anywhere else, I beg you.” “I won’t leave you, Brandon. I promise. You must also promise that you are not going to lay one on me. Vow this to me, my love.” “I take that oath with all my spirit and strength. I am not going to hurt you tonight. I won’t ...