The Taming of the Shrew p1 - Sex Stories

The Taming of the Shrew p1

... that would be better, but suppose I just had to take you out.” “Just leave. If you feel that way, just go. I won't stop you.” “Come now, be fair. Yes, I agree, talking it out is better, but suppose we couldn't do that anymore. What then?” “I'd probably prefer a quick death. Make it quick. My hell would be like, a muscle relaxant that meant you couldn't do anything and you just felt yourself die.” “Maybe an opium overdose would work well?” “Doesn't that leave you in the same state?” “Not if you take enough. A sword might work too.” “I heard people can remain conscious for a while after decapitation. Like, in the french revolution decapitees would blink after you said their name .” Her boyfriend nodded. “Sounds reasonable. Maybe a combination of the two? Or a few good stabs.” “I'd so haunt you if you killed me though.” “Haunt my penis?” “No, you. I'd make sure you stayed safe. I'd deflect the police from you, I wouldn't want you jailed or dead, joining me forever. I'd want your suffering to be long. Every night you'd wake up knowing how bad your actions were. If you tried to kill yourself I'd let the police know. I'd never leave you.” “Why not, err, forgive and move on? That's the Christian thing to do isn't it? Go to better things. “Because life isn't about forgiving. It's about mercilessly pursuing and hurting those who did you wrong. Life is a competition, and I intend to win it.” Charles gave me a wink, shook his head and spoke again. “Good luck.” She felt her boyfriend's ...

... hands reach to her panties, his fingers circling around the area just above her clit. She hurriedly pushed him away. “Really, Charles? You're doing this now?” He pressed his fingers to his nose. “You smell wet, my dear Fiora.” “No I don't.” He held her fingers up to her nose. She could smell her pussy on them. It was a pretty strong scent. Charles spoke again, looking up at her with his warm green eyes, a look of lust clearly visible across his face, hand running around her thighs. “Mind if I help you along? You don't have to have sex. I just want to make you horny.” That old trick. Still, he did look good. She really liked the way he looked in his new shirt. He looked hot. “Sure.” After some awkward tugging and twisting she took her lacey thong off. Then he lifted up her legs and pressed his mouth to her pussy. He began doing long, slow licks. Her toes flicked up as pulses of pleasure ran through her. She let out a moan. “That feels good.” “Mmm, mm” He continued that, long slow laps up her pussy, his big tongue sliding over her. It felt so good, she felt so good. He started flicking his tongue from side to side, and she felt a sudden burst of pleasure, to the point of being mildly uncomfortable. “Too much.” He stopped, and went back to licking her pussy up and down. She pressed her hand to his head, stroking his soft brown hair. He looked really cute. He started licking harder and faster and gently rubbing the outside of her pussy with a finger and she started bucking into ...