Everybody Has One! - Part 2

Everybody Has One! - Part 2

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Veronica came across that picture. She hadn't spoken to her one in months. She doesn't now why she sent it to him. Or does she? Everybody has that one.

Summary

Veronica came across that picture. She hadn't spoken to her one in months. She doesn't now why she sent it to him. Or does she?

Everybody has that one.

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Submitted: October 13, 2012

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Submitted: October 13, 2012

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“I taste like a smoothie, I feel bold, curious, and horny,” I whisper.  I could hear the sense of satisfaction in his smile.  The low tone that hummed as he proudly claimed his first possessions; my heart, my love, and for damn sure my body.  He was the first to unleash the power of my womanhood and he like reminding me of this inevitable truth.  “That’s my girl,” he hummed “and smoothie is right.  I still have your cherry!”  Silence.

In our silence the vignettes played back like the frames in a View Finder.  “D” was 6’1” even then, just tall enough that there was always a slight tilt to my head when we gazed upon each other;  the perfect height, so when we stood close I took pleasure in the feel of his pipe resting comfortably against my hot box.  Needless to say we stood close often.  As I recollect, the same slight tilt allowed him to cup my chin with his forefinger when he drew me close to him for a kiss or to share private secrets in my ear.  His lips were full and dark; the smile behind them was always genuine.  Now the tongue behind them; well that is a different story entirely, it was thick and long, it possessed the power to instill pleasure and torture as he often used it to lap my core.  The thickness and width of his tongue was the key to opening the folds of my pussy like French doors being inserted into the hidden pockets.  The tip of his tongue evoked shock waves to my hot pink button as if it were the source to the only fluid capable of quenching his eternal thirst.  He was not the type of man that anyone expected for me.  “D” strolled with the subtle humor of Chris Tucker, the cut and protection implied by Ving, and the sincerity of Will.  My one proved to be the one that not only drew my attention but that of most women he encountered.  He was the good boy with just enough bad boy in him to make a good girl feel bad.  I was that good girl. 

As the silence lingered between us there where three things that I became instantly aware of; the steady twitching that had now begun in my foot which only began when I was close to eruption and spilling my own sauces, the pressure that my now fully erect nipples were pressing against my bra, and finally the soft moans of pleasure that I could hear emitting through the phone.

“D, you know that I can help you with that.”

Another brief pause and then I heard two quick beeps in my ear- text messages.  Without hesitation I opened the text.  “Shit!”  Pictures of his ten inch pistol stopped my breath while enticing my mind.  “Tell me how you can help me babe, I need you to help me,” he moaned through clenched teeth; still gripping his manhood. 

With the picture of his dick on my screen, just like in my dreams.  Just like I envisioned in every memory, cocked and fully loaded- ready to explode.  I am not sure how but the unmistakable aroma of his cologne and lust tickled my nose.  

Seductively I spoke, “I’m straddling you, the juices from my hot box begin to moisten you hairs, we both feel you dick rise to reach the opening that is familiar to it.  As my breathing hastens I feel your lips feather across my right shoulder.”

 “Veronica, your birthmark is always visible in my dreams.  The first time that I tasted you was the first time I was that mar,” he recalls.  “It has always been part of my ignition to set you on fire.”

“Shhh D.  I am helping you, remember.  I am grazing my teeth lightly across your chest, as my hand begins to produce additional friction on your piece of massive flesh.  I can feel you expanding in my hand.  Damn you are much larger now.”  Does he notice the muscles in his thighs contract; I know that they are, I know he is close, ready to enjoy his most primal instinct.  I continue to help my one, “do you want me, do you want to be inside me, I want to fill you touch my core.  You are trying to hold my hips in place and then I feel them, three ice cold fingers fully engulfed inside my pussy, your thumb finds my clit.  It is firm and poised for pleasure.  You quicken your movements as I purr in your ear.  More of my smoothie is dripping freely down your hand.  This time I taste myself from your fingers.  Slowly I wrap my tongue around each finger and gaze upon you directly.  From the tip to the bottom I use my tongue to seduce your fingers and your mind.  I am lifting my hips to find my ride.  Like a moth to a flame, my pussy lights the way to the path of pleasure,” umm in unison. 

All of this teasing is killing me, the constant battle between life as a wife and the raw desire that exist for him.  He is part of my past but he makes some of present more bearable, more livable.  What is a good girl to do?

“Veronica, stop thinking.  Help me squirt this load, I need to drop it.”

 

 


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