Goddess of the Moon - Sex Stories

Goddess of the Moon

... intently at one another for a few moments. A coquettish smile, I smile back. We both know exactly what's going to happen now. Well, you don't know exactly , you've never done it before, but you have an idea of the basics. You and a friend watched a couple of naughty videos on the internet once so you understand how it works. You're anxious, but no more nervous than when you were walking from the station. The alcohol has definitely taken the edge off, loosened your inhibitions. You’re eager too. You knew people got up to all sorts of immoral things in big cities, but never believed you'd be taking part. Somewhere in the back of your mind you’d hoped to meet a boy to talk to, maybe hold hands even, but not lose your virginity. That was meant for your husband. However, you know I want it and for some reason you’re going to let me take it. Your toes press down on the bulge that’s formed in my trousers. You know what it is and are full of curiosity. You want to see it, feel it, even taste it. That fact is as clear as crystal, I can see it in your eyes. You’ve already made the licentious first step, now it’s up to me to bring this encounter to it's logical and inevitable conclusion. You want a man to take the lead, to guide you. You've managed to forget, at least for now, that indeed Allah is ever watching over you. What can I do? I have no other choice than to oblige. I hold out my hand, palm facing upwards. You take it and I grip your dainty fingers firmly as I help you into a ...

... sitting position. I stand and bring you to your feet. Without a word I walk you into the hallway and you meekly follow me up the stairs. In my bedroom, I sit you on the bed and stand in front of you with your legs clamped between my own. You aren't planning on going anywhere, but I am letting you know I wouldn't let you if you were. Your head tilted upwards, trust all over your angelic face and in those eyes, those magnificent eyes. I feel as if I could dive into them, get lost in them. I’d almost got used to your perfume, but standing so close to you now, it fills my brain again. It’s a scent I shall remember for the rest of my life. I lean in and press my mouth to yours. You close your eyes and we kiss. Your first kiss, the kiss you will never forget. The kiss you were saving for the man you would marry. I keep it soft and tender. I don't want you to feel too overwhelmed. I hold your cheek in my hand, to steady and comfort you. As we smooch, I playfully flick my tongue out and lick your lips a couple of times. On the third your own tongue is there to meet it. Oral ecstasy! We break and I peer deeply into your eyes. You look straight back at me, lips simpering. You may well be totally inexperienced, yet you know you did a good job. A natural kisser, no need for you to practice. The ability is innate, you can sense it. My fingers move quickly and confidently to your headscarf. A slight tug in the right place and it unfurls. Your luxuriant hair tumbles out and the scarf glides ...