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Tickle

Her eyes were shut. There wasn't much point keeping them open with the blindfold on, as all she could see was the pitch blackness that Becky had decided she was to look at. So she lay there, letting her mind swirl endlessly, and stretching her arms out gently.

"Stop struggling Lucy."

Home Alone

She was doing the washing up when the phone rang. She called over her shoulder for him to get it: the TV quietened down, and then the ringing stopped. Hearing the chattering murmurs of conversation, she was satisfied, and turned back to the sink.

Breath

She could feel him inside her, thrusting in and out of her slick young sex. Her legs were wrapped around his back, and her body reacted to his, to every little twitch and throb and pulse of his cock, to every movement of his hips against hers, or of her torso against her breasts.

Horizons (4)

This is going to be the end of this little saga. I did think of a way to end the scene slightly better, but it ended up making the whole scene alot darker. If anyone wants to see that ending, or wants me to continue, either leave a comment, or email me (the email address is sec.circle@gmail.com).

She smirked back at him as best she could while still shuddering through a series of delicious semi-climaxes. Her eyes pointedly fixed on his crotch, and she smirked.

“Depends. Is it true what they say about black guys?”

Horizons (3)

She reached behind her, her fingers playing with the lacing at the back of her dress for a second. Then, she pulled it apart, letting her dress sag forwards. Another quick pull, and it was just a pile of fabric, lying discarded on the floor in front of her.

Horizons (2)

The man on her right laughed softly, and nodded.

“Yeah, we can go somewhere more private” he said, standing up and offering her a hand. She took it, letting him help her up, wobbling unsteadily on the sticky wooden floor as she did so. The gin had affected her more than she expected.

Horizons (1)

Normally, she avoided that bar - it had a bad reputation. The people who went in there, the neighbourhood, even the building itself, with peeling paint and a boarded-up window, seemed to give off a sense of danger. But after hearing a story from a friend, she had become obsessed and tonight, she was going to explore.

Alleyways

She pulled on his hand again, forcing him to follow her between the two buildings. Her stiletto heels clattered with every step, and the echoing in the alleyway sounded like gunfire. He gulped a little, but followed her blindly, as always.

Torture

She had flicked off the lights in her room, but the moonlight pouring in through the curtains and the light from outside the door bathed the room in a soft romantic glow. She took his hand, leading him to the bed, pushing him down to sit on the edge before climbing onto his lap.

Glass

So, I realized that I haven't posted a solo scene in a long time. So, here we are.

She noticed the mini-rainbow on the pale wood of the desk and smiled. She loved rainbows. But for the moment, she was busy with other things.

Offices

His lips were soft on the nape of her neck, sensual and delightful. She shivered a little from his touch, enjoying every sensation. Even so, she frowned, and tried to shrug him off.

Post-game

She’d never been in the men’s locker-room until today. She hadn’t really known what to expect when she pushed open the door and made her way cautiously inside - whatever she had thought, she certainly hadn’t expected this.