Simple Trish
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Erotica
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Dec 31, 2009 11:50 PM
Introduction
Such a beautiful simple woman. Petite, shimmering dark large curls casaded around her pear shaped face resting gently on her shoulders. Her pale skinned young full face was invaded by a pair of harsh recangular black platic glasses that sat atop the delicate slender bridge of her quaint nose. Brows prestine and perfectly plucked were visable above her specks and her long thick dark dramatic lashes lined her unquie green/yellow eyes beneath the enlargement of the lenses...only to accentuate the vitality and sincerity gazed through them.
Trisha, a victim of an abusive childhood grew to be a noticablely gorgeous vixen yeilded inside her tortured soul. The poor soul, viewed herself with little more than an existance yet she with self discust did secretly passions for cascades of the fire rush to be felt, tasted and shared with another...she drew herself back so harshly that she gave way awareness to her ability to see, feel and not believe, but know she is (beneath her conservitive self) a stunning goddess beyond most.
She sat one evening after a work day of heightened sexual anxieties. "God, I think I'm horny!.. must be getting my period". Yet she thrust her tiny breasts forward forcing her exemplory hardened nipples forward underneath her buttoned to neck jacket and walked in her flat rubber patterned boots to the local pub across from her work. She was wet near through her waist high panties at the very thought of her own aggressive stance and brave nature to indulge in something out of her norm with such sexual awareness.
She entered the near empty bar and sat herself within the high back red plastic seating meant for many in the corner of the bar. She peeled off her coat ordered a cosmo martini to sip and thought about her hard wanting nipples that did indeed thrust themselves through the light material of her bra and outward for visibility through the thin white neck collared, with lace tied around her neck. Her chest thrust proud and with discrete self admiration of herself in that seedy bar, with her nipples all erected to near pained aching for attention she sat absorbed and throbbing beneath those granny panties.
Not a single eye contact did she make as she shifted and bounced herself on the seating. Spreading her legs apart underneath her shin length linen skirt was such a rush for our Trish. As she was not a drinker, she did indeed feel the heat warm her insides from cosmo #1 but now cosmo #2 quickly into her gullet did enrage something new through loosened being. With her haeart racing, her plump naked lips parted to roll her wet tongue across first the upper then the lower to quench the dryness envolked by her quickened breathing, right down to her spasmic beyond slickened crotch...allowed her to do something beyond her thought capacity, she
Jan 13, 2010 06:49 PM
Entry #1
slid her hands down her top, sneekily groping her own breasts, feeling the material shift across her erect nipples. Lowering her hands, she felt her way along her tight skirted thighs. Backing herself against the wall, she eyed the dimly lit bar and spotted a rather fetching gentleman sitting in the corner. Lonely, handsome and from the look of his tight jeans, well hung. He had not even looked in her direction, but with her alcohol fuelled brain and her hot sticky juices raging inside her vagina, she felt that she had to make an impact. She was near to desperation and no five minute independent stand alone hand job was going to satisfy her needs. She stared seductively at the man in the corner, removing her spectacles and reached for her handbag. Desperate times call for desperate measures. She was in the ladies for less than five minutes, skirt hitched up, granny pants slung in the bin, bra tightened to show off her tense, horny breats. Brushing her hair down and putting in contacts. She was determined to have some hot passionate sex with the guy in the bar. Her juices still hot at the thought of their passion and lust for one another. Checking her work in the mirror, she winked at herself seductively. Her hair was now loose and make up had been applied darker. Her clothes gave off the sign of sluttiness but she didnt care. She wanted a fuck and she was going to get it.
Walking back into the bar, she noticed a few guys pay her attention. She had already picked her target so made her way to his corner. She sat next to him, looking at him wantingly. His eyes fell from her face to her breasts and then down to her skirt. He was hungry for it too, she could see it in the fire in his eyes. Licking her lips, she placed her hand on his muscled thigh, eyeing his dark black eyes and kissable lips. Smiling, he stood up and started walking out of the pub. At first she was sure that she had read the signs wrong, but he waited for her to follow.
Once outside, their passion exploded....
Mar 02, 2011 10:21 AM
Entry #2
He took her outside, both could feel their hearts vibrating with anxious anticipation. Trish could almost swear she felt her nipples almost gushing with sticky creamy fluid, envisaging him licking then engorging on her breasts. He opened the rear door of his Jaguar, requesting her to lie down on the back then, pulling down his trousers, he then opened her blouse and unfastened her bra, her breasts popped out like voluptuous fresh melons yet they were pink and enticing. This was exciting and delightful as she pulled his head gently until his lips met her tantalizing nipples whereupon he sucked incessantly, surreptitiously, she searched for his dick which she fondled. Entering her cunt, they rocked gently initially then vigorously. Seductive and agonizing groans emitted from her lips
"Harder, harder, draw on my milk, there is aplenty." He then sat back, fondling her breasts from underneath. She smiled as he spoke
"Lovely tits but I wish they were larger, however nothing that cannot be remedied if you let me."
"How she asked, slightly nervous
"A simple quick injection in the right place, in fact a syringe needle would be a very sexy addition?"
She raised herself, looking at him with slight unease. "What do you do?"
"I am a cosmetic specialist with a particular leaning to the mammaries, it would even increase your milk accumulation, simple hormone although a syringe full of blood is necessary for it to work
Nothing to be frightened of, I have everything in the boot." He hurriedly fastened his trousers then opening the door, he walked around to the back and pulled out a slimline executive case. Opening the front of the car, he opened the case and took out two syringes, needles, a tourniquet and a cotton wool swab which he placed in a bag then shutting the case then stepping out, he then re-opened the back. He tied a tourniquet around her arm then swabbed the arm with the cotton wool swab, partially soaked in antiseptic alcohol then inserted the vein partially exposed to the surface. She watched with fascination and delighted horror, even enjoying the bleed. Removing the needle gently, he asked her to bend the arm with the swab on top then returned to the front. She closed her eyes, her upper arm against her now cool breasts, awaiting the next stage. He returned with another syringe mixed with a hormone and her extracted blood. He removed the tourniquet from her arm, checked the bleeding had stopped then tied it across her right bosom. Removing the needle guard, he inserted it into the soft silky flesh, gently pushing on the plunger, repeating the process with the other breast.
"You have fucked very well tonight and been delightfully dismissive with the needle pricks."
"Would you be shocked if I told you that I actually enjoyed the sensation, it didn't even hurt."
"I am pleased, means I have learned my craft well, now take this roll of cotton wool and wrap it around your breasts for a week then come back for a checkup, they should be the size of footballs if the dose is correct." She put her bra back on, sensing already a tingling in the skin "Your blood is beautifully clean by the way." She smiled as she fastened the blouse. He opened the door, handing her the long roll of cotton wool. "Might be a good idea to warm it."
Mar 02, 2011 10:21 AM
Entry #3
He took her outside, both could feel their hearts vibrating with anxious anticipation. Trish could almost swear she felt her nipples almost gushing with sticky creamy fluid, envisaging him licking then engorging on her breasts. He opened the rear door of his Jaguar, requesting her to lie down on the back then, pulling down his trousers, he then opened her blouse and unfastened her bra, her breasts popped out like voluptuous fresh melons yet they were pink and enticing. This was exciting and delightful as she pulled his head gently until his lips met her tantalizing nipples whereupon he sucked incessantly, surreptitiously, she searched for his dick which she fondled. Entering her cunt, they rocked gently initially then vigorously. Seductive and agonizing groans emitted from her lips
"Harder, harder, draw on my milk, there is aplenty." He then sat back, fondling her breasts from underneath. She smiled as he spoke
"Lovely tits but I wish they were larger, however nothing that cannot be remedied if you let me."
"How she asked, slightly nervous
"A simple quick injection in the right place, in fact a syringe needle would be a very sexy addition?"
She raised herself, looking at him with slight unease. "What do you do?"
"I am a cosmetic specialist with a particular leaning to the mammaries, it would even increase your milk accumulation, simple hormone although a syringe full of blood is necessary for it to work
Nothing to be frightened of, I have everything in the boot." He hurriedly fastened his trousers then opening the door, he walked around to the back and pulled out a slimline executive case. Opening the front of the car, he opened the case and took out two syringes, needles, a tourniquet and a cotton wool swab which he placed in a bag then shutting the case then stepping out, he then re-opened the back. He tied a tourniquet around her arm then swabbed the arm with the cotton wool swab, partially soaked in antiseptic alcohol then inserted the vein partially exposed to the surface. She watched with fascination and delighted horror, even enjoying the bleed. Removing the needle gently, he asked her to bend the arm with the swab on top then returned to the front. She closed her eyes, her upper arm against her now cool breasts, awaiting the next stage. He returned with another syringe mixed with a hormone and her extracted blood. He removed the tourniquet from her arm, checked the bleeding had stopped then tied it across her right bosom. Removing the needle guard, he inserted it into the soft silky flesh, gently pushing on the plunger, repeating the process with the other breast.
"You have fucked very well tonight and been delightfully dismissive with the needle pricks."
"Would you be shocked if I told you that I actually enjoyed the sensation, it didn't even hurt."
"I am pleased, means I have learned my craft well, now take this roll of cotton wool and wrap it around your breasts for a week then come back for a checkup, they should be the size of footballs if the dose is correct." She put her bra back on, sensing already a tingling in the skin "Your blood is beautifully clean by the way." She smiled as she fastened the blouse. He opened the door, handing her the long roll of cotton wool. "Might be a good idea to warm it."