This is a 100% true and factual story.
She was shaking, and looked like a nervous little peacock as she walked back to her car with her panties stuffed into her mouth. Her arms were folded under her breasts and she could see his car through the corner of her right eye as he drove by her side, 50 feet away. She knew he was watching her every move as she walked through the strip mall parking lot.
I imagine playing with you, since you aren't here to play with me. My eyes close and I can almost feel your hand splayed over my collarbone, pushing me against the sheets. I feel your breath quicken slightly at the sight of me, how small I seem compared to your hand, which reaches nearly to my shoulders.
You push, ever so gently, experimenting, feeling the give of my bones beneath my skin.
The light shinning through the small window over the bed rustled him awake. He looked down at the woman lying on top of his cock. He wanted to force her up and fuck her again but he thought it better to allow her to sleep. She was going to need her strength once she found out.
The news was not going to be easy for her to swallow. He silently laughed at his own pun.
She had been driving down the country road when she spotted the horses. Now she stood by the fence, one foot resting on the lower rung. The sun warmed her and a breeze ruffled her long hair. She watched as the stallion mounted the mare again, his thrusts so powerful she could feel the impact between her legs. When the mare whinnied, the woman could empathize, she too wanted to moan.
He tugs at my arm and pulls me up to stand against him. Hands in my hair, tilting back my head so our faces are close. Staring into my eyes, stroking my hair away from my face. He waits a moment before kissing me lightly, slowly at first, ever quickening into something deep. And building, inevitably, into a fiery and desperate desire to be closer.
Then he breaks away from my lips.