One Thousand Apologies - Part 3 (revised) - Sex Stories

One Thousand Apologies - Part 3 (revised)

... while being so firm and at the same time soft. I moaned, “Oh God, Hannah, you feel so good!” She stopped for a moment, then pushed herself down hard. I could feel my entire length being squeezed in her velvet grip as she was sitting on my pubic bone. I saw tears, and asked “Are you alright?” as I wiped them away. “Yeah, give me a minute, that hurt.” After the pause, Hannah started slowly moving up and down, gradually increasing the pace with each stroke. Soon her eyes rolled back and she arched her back, moaning softly as she continued to thrust. I would have liked to do more, but with how I was sitting on the toilet, I didn’t have much opportunity to move my hips. Instead I took her nipples, one then the other, into my mouth, as I grabbed both cheeks of her ass to pull her in as hard as possible each time she dropped down, impaling herself on my rod. Hannah started to tremble, and brought her mouth back to mine. Our tongues wrestled as her trembling became outright shaking. I kept my mouth clamped over hers as she came, trying to muffle any screams. Her muscles were squeezing me so tight, that just as her orgasm passed it’s peak, my vision went white and I exploded deep inside her. “Oh my God, oh SHIT!” I pulsed three, four times until it slowed to a dribble. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled her tight to me. She laid on my chest, her head on my shoulder. No one said a word or moved for several minutes until I had fully softened and began to slide out of her. ...

... Hannah got up off me, her vagina dripping, and reached into the tub for a couple face rags which she wrung out after soaking them in hot water from the spicket. She handed me one, while using hers to wipe deeply between her legs, from the back to the front. Examining the glob of goo on her rag, she looked me in the eyes and said “Next time, we need to get some condoms.” Author’s note - When writing this, a true story, I begin by outlining all the scenes or situations, making sure I haven’t forgotten anything important to the story and that I have everything in the correct order. There may be eight to ten scenes to each part of the entire story. Then I outline each scene with a sentence that describes each action – I did this, she said that. From that I expand each summary sentence into narrative and dialogue, a first draft of the finished story. Sometimes I’ll remember all the words and have to go back later to add the descriptions, sometimes it starts out all narrative, and sometimes everything flows out together on the first try. Once everything looks complete, I’ll read through it again, filling out the scenes were needed, rewording sentences for clarity, correcting spelling and grammatical errors, and adding more thoughts and descriptions that come to mind as I try to view the text as a reader would. Looking back a few days later, the initial published version of Part 3 was rushed on the editing phase. I put pressure on myself get it out, but now I realize there were still ...