BLUE

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

i need a miracle, to break from this ritual

My eyes were wide as they travled across her exposed skin, the black lace hugging her body in a seductive way. I was frozen, unable to remove myself from standing near the window. 

The next second, I dropped to the hardwood floor as she neared her window. My knees were tucked beneath me, my baggy pants thankfully breaking the harsh contact of my knees against the hard surface.

My breath was coming out in pants and tightness in my pants.

After a few seonds, i peered my head above the window sill, looking across the way to her window. To my luck, her curtains were shut, keeping me from creeping on her.

I stood from my fallen position, standing to my full height and pushing my glasses up, groaning as i felt the need in my lower region.  I was hoping i could think about something else,and it would go away but even after thinking about my grandma doing exercise, it was still prominent against the fabric.

She wouldn't leave my mind and i did the only thing i could do.

My large hand unbottoned my pants, pulling down the zipper in an agonizingly slow way, just imagining the thought of her small hands doing it for me.  Her soft puffs of breath fanning over my neck, as she exposed my lower half. I couldn't help but think about how good it would feel to have her palms rubbing up my length in eager movements, my cock aching against the fabric of my boxers at the thought.

I kicked my pants off, my boxers being the only thing needed to be taken off. I slipped my hands beneath the waist band, tugging the elastic off my hips, forcing them down my legs.

I leaned my right hand against the cold wall, my left hand needed for the work. I grasped my cock in a quick movement, the harshiness making it more pleasurable. I began to pump my length, thinking about the lace and her body rubbing against mine, the fire inside me growing with the passing strokes.

Her filthy words filling my ears, letting me know everything she wanted to do to me. Her hand moving a bit faster and her grip never loosing it tightness.

Moans escape my lips, moving my hand to the tip, jolting at the feeling, thinking of her fingertips trailing to the tip and giving it sharp strokes that gave me immense pleasure. 

My head fell back, her mouth kissing over my body as she pumped me in a teasing manner, acting as if she were stopping then speeding up at the last second. 

My knees soon felt weak, thankful for the wall supporting me as i gave myself a few more jerks, releasing onto the wall before me. Queit groans fell from my mouth, coming down from the intense high.


Submitted: October 27, 2020

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