Ali and carmen - Sex Stories

Ali and carmen

... and water run for a moment though it was very faint. Yeah, that was just like her. Even more-so when she was perturbed would she make sure everything was done properly. A moment of silence. Every muscle in his body tensed. He even felt a tightening in his crotch and he bit into his lower lip as he pressed his head into the corner. &#034God! I'm so sorry!&#034 He thought. &#034I need her so bad right now! Let her come in, please! Let her come in!&#034 Silence reached his ears again. But then he heard the kitchen door slam the way it did even when you hadn't meant to slam it. Was she still mad? Wasn't she? Good choice! Game well played! The slider to the back yard opened. She told the dogs to get out before it to closed. &#034Schnick!&#034 It too was locked. A moment later he heard her enter the hall. Well. Not so much enter the hall as close the hall door. Silence again. For a moment as the air conditioning kicked on he lost place of her. He shivered a bit as the cold air hit his body. Nothing &#034important&#034 would be affected because of his position in the corner but still he could feel some hair some to stand on end. In his mind he was being stalked. He knew he could run or try to defend himself. But did he really want that? Wouldn't it seem a bit odd to have been positioned here for what, half an hour? Maybe longer? Then suddenly say the game was ended. A voice deep in his psyche somewhere screamed at him- &#034You're a filthy little slut. You know you wouldn't mean ...

... it even if you did say it. You want your buttons pressed and your skin bitten! Filthy...filthy little piggy.&#034 He moaned ever so slightly. At that exact moment her head slipped inside the doorway to her room. &#034What was that?&#034 Could he possibly fit anymore of himself into the corner? He was sure as hell trying! He heard a contemplative, &#034Ermm-Hrrrm.&#034 Pass her lips. He felt her weight on what they affectionately called &#034her kitty bed.&#034 Which really was nothing but a futon mattress done up in grand style on the floor. He had felt bad at first that she did not have more. But now part of him took great strength from and had great love for the fact that she always did so much with so little. In a way this simple yet elegant set up to her room was a physical example of just what he knew she was doing with him. Taking something functional, yet unremarkable, and putting her touch on it. Nothing then for a moment. But then..... A finger ever-so-gently traced a line from his crack all the way up his back to his hair line. He felt her fingers enter his hair and tug back gently. Even at this the butterflies in his stomach roared to life. He kept his eyes pressed closed as she gently pulled his head back and leaned down. Her chest pressed into his back as her teeth found a high spot on his shoulder. He grimaced as they bit into that soft fleshiness not far from where his neck met his shoulders. Was she going to draw bl**d this time? Really? No, she stopped well ...