You walk into the local bar, hoping you’ll see…
>[[him tonight.]]
>[[her tonight.]]
You walk into the local bar, hoping you’ll see him tonight. A handsome man like you have rarely been privileged to see before: a tangle of curls the color of honey, eyes that pierce through you with their soft green, and skin the color of sand. Gorgeous.
Pushing open the bar door, your eyes scan the room, looking for him.
His eyes meet yours from across the room, and he beckons you over with one crook of a finger. His full lips pull into a grin, devilish and promising you more fun than you could ever want in one night.
Not wanting to keep him waiting, you cross the room, completely oblivious to those around you. The only one who exists is him.
The moment you are in reach, his callused hands are on your hips under the hem of your shirt, sending skitters of sensations down your back.
>[[His chest presses up against yours.]]
>[[His chest presses up against your breasts.]]You walk into the local bar, hoping you’ll see her tonight. A beauty like you have rarely been privileged to see before: a river of curls the color of honey, eyes that pierce through you with their soft green, and skin the color of sand. Beautiful.
Pushing open the bar door, your eyes scan the room, looking for her.
Her eyes meet yours from across the room, and she beckons you over with one crook of a finger. Her dark red lips split into a most devilish grin, promising more than you could ever hope for.
Not wanting to keep her waiting, you cross the room, completely oblivious to those around you. The only one who exists is _her_.
The moment you are in reach, her hands lightly roam your chest…
>[[lingering on your breasts.]]
>[[lingering on your pecs.]]
The moment you are in reach, her hands lightly roam your chest, lingering on your breasts for a moment, before moving down to your hips. Her fingers wrap around them, pulling you close.
{embed passage: 'hermeet'}The moment you are in reach, her hands lightly roam your chest, lingering on your pecs for a moment, before moving down to your hips. Her fingers wrap around them, pulling you close.
{embed passage: 'hermeet'}His chest presses up against yours, bringing his face in close to yours.
{embed passage: 'himmeet'}His chest presses against yours, pressing your breasts flat against him. His growing grin tells you he enjoys it.
{embed passage: 'himmeet'}“Hi, lover. Thought you’d forgotten about me.”
>[[“Forget about you? Never.”]]
>[[“How could I ever forget you?”]]
“Forget about you, Angel? Never.” You lean in, your noses touching. Her breath is warm and sweet against your lips.
{embed passage: 'hermeet2'}"How could I ever forget about you, Angel?" You lean in, your noses touching. Her breath is warm and sweet against your lips.
{embed passage: 'hermeet2'}“Do you want to go upstairs, honey mouth?” She leans towards your ear, her lips brushing the shell. “I have a bed I think you’d look good on.”
Your breath comes out in a shudder. “You can have me wherever you want me.”
“_Good_.” Her hands move from your hips and instead she hooks her fingers in with yours. She gently tugs you towards the stairs, and you go willingly; who the hell are you to say no?
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[[Up the stairs]]She leads the way up, her shapely ass directly in your face the entire way. To say your eyes linger would be an understatement; you can’t think of anything better to look at, unless she were to turn around.
On the upper floor, you remember her room being the last on the left, and that’s exactly where she leads you. She looks back at you, biting her lip in a way that has your stomach doing somersaults. You want her. _Alone_. You might combust if she keeps you waiting any longer.
She unlocks her door and tugs you inside. She pushes you back against the door, her lips claiming yours. They are warm and soft, like so much of her. Like her breasts pressing against your own currently. Her fingers roam under your shirt as your lips part and come together again and again in a sweet dance, but you know there’s nothing sweet that she has planned for you. No, no, not tonight.
She pulls back only long enough to shed her clothes, then help you out of yours. Her breasts bounce enticingly as she tugs you back towards her bed, her eyes heavy-lidded and wanting.
You’d do anything she wants right now.
>[[You have a penis and want to be on top.]]
>[[You want to be on top.]]
>[[You have a vagina and want her to be on top.]]
She climbs back on the bed, laying on her back. Her hair fans out around her head, a halo for the greatest angel you have ever known. She reaches for something on the dresser as you join her, and then she hands you a bottle of lube. She spreads her legs, inviting you in between them.
You pour some lube into your hand, ditch the bottle, then stroke yourself. You quickly harden, eager to know what her body feels like around you again. Just the idea of being inside of her makes your mouth water.
You scoot forward, moving her legs over your hips, and gently slide inside. She moans as her walls close around you and you moan too, the sensation so strong and powerful around you. Your hips start to move even of their own accord, pulling you almost all the way out of her, then back in. She whimpers softly, scooting towards you.
You lift her hips as you start to find your rhythm. A coiling sensation starts in your cock, spreading through your back. She gets you close so quickly; not that you can complain. Watching her breasts bounce as you enter her, feeling her soft, wet walls around you... as close to divinity as you'll ever get.
Your hips start to snap to hers, pushing you deeply inside of her. She cries out with each thrust, her hands spread across your chest. It's not long before you feel your orgasm hit you, coming deep inside of her.
When you stop twitching, you pull yourself from her, rocking back on your heels. She pants, and you can see where your cum starts to leak out of her. Another pang goes through your groin, but it's still too tired to get started again just yet.
"Your turn, love?"
"My turn."
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[[Finish.]]She climbs back on the bed, laying on her back. Her hair fans out around her head, a halo for the greatest angel you have ever known. She reaches for something on the dresser as you join her, and then she hands you a bottle of lube. “Touch me,” she whispers, spreading her legs so you can see her sex.
“Whatever you want.” You pour some lube onto two of your fingers, then gently open her folds to show her clit. It’s a small little bundle, waiting for you to touch. _Aching_ for you to. You connect to it and she moans softly, her legs spreading farther. You start in small circles, kissing the insides of her leg as you swirl over the little nub. Her moans start coming more constantly, and she gently runs her fingers over your wrist.
“Faster,” she whimpers.
You do as you are commanded and go faster. You start to curl your fingertips ever so slightly, and her toes curl into the sheets. Her hips buck against your hand as her mouth opens to a steady stream of cries and moans. One of her hands buries itself into her hair, holding on as you touch her.
She’s beautiful. The most beautiful thing you have ever seen.
Her breasts bounce with her movements, enticing you up to taste them. As your lips wrap around one of her nipples, she digs her other hand into your hair, her moans growing more high-pitched. She’s practically riding your hand now, as you suckle her, as you touch her.
She starts to shake all over, her legs spasming as she cries loudly, begging you to keep going until she pushes you away, the sensations growing too intense. She lays spent on the bed, her legs laid out as she pants. Beautiful.
Her green eyes finally meet yours and a warm smile pulls up her lips. “I think it’s your turn, lover.”
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[[Finish.]]You climb up the bed and get situated on your back, your legs spread for her. She climbs up after you and rummages in the bed side table, pulling something out. You hear a lube bottle click open, then shut, and she sits it down somewhere.
Then you feel her fingers spread you and start circling your clit. You rock against her a little, the sensation wonderful; it sends waves of pleasure through your body, centered around your sex.
You hear an interesting noise and _then_ a vibrator being pressed against you. You moan loudly as it sends pleasure throughout you, the vibrations so much more intense than what her fingers can provide.
"Good girl," she coos as she moves the vibrator in a circle over your clit. Your legs start to quake quickly, the pleasure coming to a head so quickly. You knot your fingers in the sheets, your hips rocking as you get closer, closer, _closer_.
You finish in a bolt of intense pleasure, bordering on pain. It feels like a coil in your stomach is released, shooting through you intensely.
You have to whimper and push her away before she pulls back, elongating your orgasm until it is painful. You lay there, spent, breathing heavily as you try to pump more oxygen into your lungs.
She runs her fingers up and down your leg, tempting you still. "My turn, lover."
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