Red Confession: Sundress Seduction and Savage Surrender

Saturday, September 17, 5 PM sharp. Number 12. Charming floral pavilion fronting the street. Julie Béré – Scientific Writing on the doorbell. I ring, pulse quickening. Door swings open. Her. Barefoot. Blue sundress, loose, innocent. Halter neck tied at nape. Back? Pure sin.

“Hi Julie.” Hands thrust the kid’s forgotten stuff. No kiss, no shake. Safe.

The Fever Ignites

“Hi Laurent. Thanks for returning my little monster’s things.”

“Pleasure. Nice walk in the neighborhood. Gotta seize the sun.”

She pivots. Dress floats. Back nude to the dimples. Ass curves hinted under light fabric. Heat floods my face. Cool hallway revives me. Step forward. Living room. Bouquet on table mocks me.

She turns halfway. Checks I’m there. Hands rise. Fingers untie nape knot. Dress surrenders. Slides down. Pools at feet. Naked. Perfect. Arm veils breasts. Hand guards mound. Smile unchanged. Natural. As if clothed.

Heart hammers. Cock stirs. Frozen. Run? Pounce? Can’t. She smiles. Eyes drop. To my bulge. It obeys. Hardens. She nears. Inches away. Skin radiates heat.

Hands on hips. Slide to ass. Firm. She grabs my neck. Pulls face to shoulder. Lips graze. Follow her lead. Shoulder. Clavicle. Neck. Other shoulder. Her scent: musk, sun-warmed skin.

Tug down. Knee hits floor. Mouth to breast swell. Nipple erect. Pinch on neck. Lips part. Tongue swirls areola. Suck. Bite soft. Other nipple. Same salt tang. Down belly. Navel dips. Heat rises from her core.

Her hand stays low. Palms pussy. Breath short. Heart races. Urgency claws.

Hands cup face. Lift. Eyes lock. Fire.

She yanks shirt up. Over head. Arms trapped. Hands roam chest. Inspect. Belt unbuckles. Zipper rasps. Jeans shove down. Cock springs free. Fingers measure. Grip. Squeeze. “Waouw.” She steps back. Sits couch. Legs to chest. Chin on knees. Laughs. Eyes dare.

Strip. T-shirt off. Shoes kicked. Pants up, then down. Socks. Balance wobbles. Naked. Pose: arms wide. King.

Blaze to Ashes

No cheer. Roleplay. Turn back. “Moussaillon, present arms!”

Face her. Salute stiff cock.

Captain commands. She parts legs. Cunt glistens. Foam edges.

Advance. Face to slit. Lips seal. Tongue parts. Pearl swells. Suck. Probe. She grinds. Hands crush head. Drown in juice. Air scarce. Thrash. Gasp. Re-dunked. Whirlwind tongue. Thighs clamp. Quake. She cums. Floods.

Surface. Gasp. “Fuck me… now.”

Knees on shoulders. Lift hips. Stretch out. Legs splay. Fingers part lips. Slide in. Tight. Wet. Grip vise. Thrust. Deep. Sweat slicks. Hearts thunder. Nails rake. Hips buck. Savage. Pound. Her moans. My grunts. Edge.

Explode. Fill her. Collapse.

Bodies tangle floor. Panting. Lips nibble ear. “Never again…”

“First to speak is fool.”

Roll. Free. She explains. Watched me watch. Bench brushes. Ice cream tease. Found my crumpled poem in kid’s trash. Recites: See your eyes… Touch skin… Smell desire… Taste forbidden… Hear plea: extend, thrust.

Tear. Smile. Mounts. Guides cock home. Ride. Deeper. Renewed blaze. Seed spills. Promise more.