Red Confession #5: Reunited in Raw Flames

Heart hammers. Knees grind into the floor. Blindfold silk bites skin. Door creaks. Paul’s voice cuts air—stunned. I smile. His steps circle. Close. Heat radiates. Zipper rasps. Hot cock brushes lips. Mouth opens. Tongue swirls. Saliva floods. He hardens, thrusts shallow. I drool. Strings stretch from chin. ‘Petite cochonne,’ he growls. Finger wipes. I suck it clean. Desire pools. Cunt drips down thighs.

He lifts me. Guides to couch. Bends me forward. ‘Lift skirt.’ Slowly. Stockings gleam. Hands stroke nylon. Up thighs. Stop. ‘Continue.’ Bare ass exposed. No panties. Fingers probe wetness. ‘Trempée. Souillée.’ Yes. Vilaine. Spread legs wide. He watches. Strokes himself. Wet slaps echo. ‘Touch yourself.’ Fingers plunge into slick folds. Heart races. Never before for him. Indecent. ‘Finger your ass.’ Wet digit pushes in. Phalange by phalange. Heat builds. Match his rhythm. Faster. Friction burns inside. He groans. Hot spurts hit ass, hand, cheeks. Cum drips. No! Not yet. ‘Wash up. Eat. Wait.’ Frustration claws. Shower scalds. No touch. Clean for him.

The Fever Builds

Naked. Towel drops. Serve lunch bare. His eyes devour. Hands grope ass. Fingers check cunt—flooded again. Smirk promises more. Wrist seized. Bedroom. ‘All fours.’ Eyes shut. TV hums. Light blooms. Camera on me. Face shocked on screen. Blue glow. ‘Natural.’ Shoulders down. Ass high. Fingers circle clit. Camera dives. Back curves. Ass cheeks part. Light floods pussy. Fingers glisten, dip in. Anus winks. Shivers ripple. Gooseflesh. Mouth on cheek. Kisses trail. Lips seal pussy. Tongue spears. Chin grinds. Saliva mixes with juice. Screen shows devour. Tongue fucks hole. Then ass. Slides easy. Never before. Head bobs. Pleasure coils.

Ashes of Unspent Desire

69 now. Under me. Hand spreads lips. Tongue lashes clit. I suck cock. Deep. Cheek bulges. He bucks. Fucks mouth. Camera catches. Hand grips head. Freezes. Spurts flood throat. Gulp. Hold still. He empties. Withdraws. Finger scoops dribble. Suck clean. Kiss on forehead. Camera off. He rises.

Bathroom mirror. Makeup smears black rivers. Semen crusts lips. Cunt throbs empty. No release. Skin fever-hot. Pulse thuds. Taste lingers. Unique burn. Want more. His surprises tease. Body screams. Unfinished. Alive in ache.