Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass - Sex Stories

Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass

... repeated the touch and it happened again.

Ignoring his erection, she concentrated on his testicles and felt him ever so tenderly with her fingertip, brushing over the organs that produced his life-force. Cupping the pair together, she held his power in her palm. Eventually she liberated them and kissed them each in turn. She did like a good symmetrical set of balls.

At last she turned to it, the organ that would soon ease into her. It needed kissing, this provider of pleasure, that would be moving her innards aside on its way to her very core. She licked her lips, moistening them ready to envelop that purple tip.

"Just sign here then please", Anthony burst the memory. He held a form for her, yes she'd had this briefing, yes she'd had the notes, yes she wouldn't leave them behind on a bus. Sign all over, starting off neat but ending up a bored scrawl. What had he been droning on about for the last few minutes? It was just official bollocks, like the safety announcements on a flight to Spain. Emergency exits are there, there and there, raise your reclining seats and the window blind before landing.

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She had some preparations to make over the next few days which were taken up with buying new gym kit; her old stuff was showing signs of wear and tear and she needed to make an impression. So she went into the city and searched out the expensive shops that she would never have dared enter otherwise. The tax-payer's credit card took some pain.

She chose some ...

... cute bra tops, thong underwear and yoga pants that fitted right up between the cheeks of her ass. Some top-end sports shoes and a few accessories for luck. She had tried the outfits on and decided that some of the bras needed to be a size smaller. She was just about a B cup since she'd been 'done', a small handful but there was always room to slide a finger into the gap. She had some expensive made-to-measure bras which fitted perfectly, but an A cup was filled to overflowing and she liked the way that looked after all those years being flat as a board.

If she needed to be noticed this was the way to do it.

In the changing room of the last store she assessed her appearance; she liked her short androgynous hairstyle that went well with her boyish frame and toned body. The rear-view mirror also allowed her to admire the sight that others saw; her narrow hips compensated by a firm well-developed butt.

Her long legs boasted muscles that induced a wince on the face of anyone who imagined the grip they could likely exert. Yes, she thought to herself, she looked striking, even if only in a lesbian sort of way.

She couldn't imagine looking like the sort of girl that guys always seemed to go for, short cute and voluptuous with wide eyes and full lips that made them imagine what their labia would be like. The style magazines didn't have pictures of six-footers with wide shoulders, biceps and an ass that you could rest a couple of beers on.

Her hair looked like it could do ...