Bad bad boy

I knock on the door to the motel room and wait for your answer. I am excited at the prospects before me tonight as I have a full weekend to myself. You open the door and I am greeted by a vision of sex appeal and loveliness. You are made up to the nines and wearing a powder blue bra with matching garters and silk stockings. On your feet is a wickedly sexy pair of five-inch ankle strap heels. You smile broadly and invite me inside. Handing me a drink, you suggest that we get comfortable on the couch. Sitting down, we chat for a few minutes and finish our drinks. I pull you close to me and put my arm around your back, leaving my other hand free to pull your face close to mine. I slowly flick my tongue out and lightly touch the corners of your mouth, working my way over your lips until you part them slightly and I stab my tongue between them, probing your delicious mouth with my tongue while I pull your head toward me, holding your tight. I continue to kiss you, my tongue dancing with yours as I tenderly but firmly lay you onto your back on the couch. I position my growing erection against your mound, grinding my hardness against you. You wrap your legs around my waist, holding me fast as I continue to kiss and grind against you. Suddenly, I feel a little uneasy. My stomach is churning slightly and then I feel the need to relieve myself. I try to ignore it but the feeling grows stronger and stronger. I try and get up, breaking our kiss but you protest, holding my head with your hands and holding tighter with your legs wrapped around my waist. The feeling is getting intense now; I realize that it is becoming an emergency. Finally, I wrench myself away from you and head for the bathroom. I just make it onto the stool when everything comes flooding out of me. I hear you asking if I am all right? I explain that I don’t know what happened but that I am going to take a shower before I come back out. You agree and announce that you will be waiting for me. You weren’t kiddin... Læs hele novellen