A finger trails the line at the back of my stocking, and stops at the lacy border. His hand wraps around my inner thigh; squeezes. Gentle at first, then… harder. My cunt pulsates. My breathing hitches.
Harder, hurting me.
My nipples tingle, pressing against the lace of my bra. I moan; whimper. The hand disappears.
A finger runs up the back of my other leg. I hold my breath; clench my pussy muscles; feel my wetness, knowing what’s next.
Now: double the pain. Both thighs. Gripped. Hard. Bruising me.
I exhale when he lets go. Excited.
He’s only just beginning.
Writing a story of exactly 100 words is quite a challenge. It’s a great exercise, as it forces you to look critically at what you have written, and dares you to keep to the essence of your story. Try it!
© Rebel’s Notes
Ohh this wonderful – sexy image and erotic words
May xx
Thanks, May 🙂 xox
Delicious sensations beautifully conveyed Marie. Less can be more.
Thanks, Posy!
I love your 100 word stories. So inspiring (and delicious).
I love those thigh pinches too!
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They are just so good! 😉
A delicious beginning I’d say. Mmm…
I’ve a;ways loved the spaces in between the tops of hose and paradise…
I love how you pack so much so few words. I need to work on fewer words.
Thank you, David. It’s quite a challenge to write shorter, but I love it. And yes, those spaces are sooooo sexy!
I’ve just realized that if you take the ‘t’ off of ‘touch’ you get ‘ouch’.
OUCH.
But still…
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mmm ouch from the touch… love it 😉