Stained Sheets

An eBook By Lizbeth Dusseau.

Her apartment is simple, painted yellow, the curtains white. The trees outside cast dappled images of leaves against the walls at all hours of the day-except in the dead of night. Although when there’s a full moon, the leafy branches leave their shadows against the walls with the pale glow entering through the window. These subtle images were why Marni decorated with so few pictures; nature makes her own, she says.

She owns a small Picasso sketch, not a very good one, but it has the artist’s signature and she’s proud to own it. Next to it over her bed hangs a tiny oil painting of a village in Spain-green, ocher, crimson, violent hues, but just a miniature, embellished by its large frame. Otherwise the walls of Marni’s apartment are bare of decoration.

Her laughter lifted like a sail, buoyant and sensuous, while she sat on the young man’s groin, filled with the essence of that young male. He was deep in her velvety love nest, with his meat, all that makes him a man, nestled in contentedly. His chest expanded upward as he breathed, body shaking and about to come. Meanwhile, her slender body moved with him: skin smooth, breasts rounded and touchable, nipples bursting from the centers, taut and shining with perspiration. His hands moved from the soft flesh of her ass, along her hips, then upward. She felt his touch and trembled, while her well-rubbed clit grazed against the base of his erection, gathering more sensation that made her laughter become a cry of pure desire.

I felt my cock begin to swell, as if it were my cock, not Julius’ ravaging her pussy.

As she bounced gloriously in her freedom, her mouth opened. "Ah, ah, ah... yes..." in short panting breaths; her face began to contort in a beautiful sex-filled scowl.

Her climax was brief, punctuated with waves of pleasure rippling through her torso, her belly, her limbs, leaving an imprint of feral satisfaction on her face. Her eyes darkened, infused with a wicked but oddly playful glow-like that of some demonic elf. She sunk down into Julius’ chest to rest. But he grabbed for her breasts, pulling her up enough so he could devour them with his open mouth. Then suddenly, he arched his back, his hips thrust hard and his body tensed, as he ejaculated into my wife.

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