IN WHICH I TAKE UP POLE DANCING.
Max sighed with pleasure as I rubbed him teasingly between my legs; meanwhile I leaned down and kissed him so that I was simultaneously paying him uptown AND downtown lip service. Up and down I maneuvered him across me, keeping to the outside, exciting and tantalizing for both of us. Max squirmed under me, practically panting with desire. Gradually I brought the very tip into me — just a little, and just now and then.
We were still kissing and getting hotter by the moment — Max was now stroking my breasts and pinching my nipples in thrilling little bursts. Now I brought him into me a little more, then out again — by this time he was going crazy, and I was equally turned on — my faucets were on and all systems GO. But the anticipation was every bit as good as I felt the sex was going to be. With self-discipline that surpassed my previous limits, I slowly increased the depth I allowed, and gradually, the frequency.
All of a sudden Max — writhing with passion under me — grabbed my hips and pulled me down hard, impaling me. I gasped — he was big and moreover, long, knocking on a door in a place deep inside that didn’t often get a visitor.
Had he been a Jehovah’s Witness, even, I would have welcomed the knock on that door.
Yours truly,
