Glamour Shots, Chapter 15 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 15

... pound.” She pulled my arm over her, and pressed my hand to her breast, holding it there. “Mmm…what else?” “Your incredible pussy…I can feel the tight, slick heat of you as you engulf me, and taste you, and feel your slipperiness on my tongue, and I know the special, amazing scent of your arousal. I can see those tiny wet curls around your sex that I told you about earlier. I can see your beautiful face like it is when you’re sleeping, so soft, eyes closed and your eyelashes laying dark against your cheeks. I can hear your slow, even breathing that I sometimes listen to in the middle of the night, and know that when mine matches it I will fall asleep.” I stopped, and simply held her for a time, and then went on. “I can feel the way your body fits to mine, like we are now, and see your head on the pillow, your hair splayed around it, and your perfect, kissable lips, your mouth slightly open, maybe drooling just a little…” She elbowed me, laughing, but there was a trace of a sniffle in her laugh. “Don’t say stuff like that!” “Oh c’mon babe – if you were totally perfect I’d be afraid to touch you!” “Okay then, what else isn’t perfect?” “Oooh, fishing for criticism – that’s a new approach! Let’s see…well, you have that little bitty scar on your left knee, where you fell off your bike when you were nine. Oh yeah – and one earlobe has a tiny little crease in it, but the other one doesn’t!” “My earlobes don’t match?” I laughed. “Yeah, you’re horribly disfigured – nothing a pair of ...

... earrings or seeing them from a foot further away won’t cure, however.” “What else is wrong with me?” “Nothing. Not a damn thing. In fact, your butt is so perfect it’s the international standard for perfect asses!” “Mmm, you’re sweet – even if you do lie about me drooling. What else do you think you know about me?” “Well, I know that you cry over old, sad movies, and even more so if it’s about animals…even if the animals are cartoon characters. I know your favorite color is blue, and your favorite wildflower is Indian paintbrush. I know that when I fix hot chocolate for you, you like little marshmallows in it, and that you want it just hot enough to melt the marshmallows but not so hot that it will burn your tongue, because you’re way too impatient to wait while it cools.” Again she laughed, softly this time, and there was definitely a sniffle in there. I went on. “I know that if I buy you jewelry with diamonds in it you prefer white gold, but if it has sapphires you prefer yellow gold – and that if I buy you something with both diamonds and sapphires in it I’m almost sure to get a blowjob.” She laughed again, and jabbed me with her elbow. “You never have to buy me anything to get that! I love doing that…even when you come in less than a second.” “Oh, ouch! You wound me!” She became serious again, and I heard her sniffle. “You really do know me.” “I could go on all night.” “I believe you could. Just hold me now though, okay? Let’s sleep.” “I love you.” “Me too…so much.” That’s ...